I saw this again just recently while reading some stuff from old e-zines I kept. I came upon a story from 2011, about a bridge in Aarhus Denmark. An artist/ architect, Mark Nixon of London England, turned a bridge in Aarhus Denmark, into a musical instrument/sculpture called Chimecco, part of the "Sculpture By The Sea" collection.
He did this by hanging 600 aluminum pipes under the bridge. You can play music by hitting certain nodes as you walk on the bridge. The metal tubes hit each other by manual play or by wind currents. To read more check out the story here. This is so cool.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Tomorrow No Post
Tomorrow I won't be posting anything because it's my 11th wedding anniversary. David and I will be spending the day shopping and whatever our hearts desire. Then we are having dinner at Salt Grass, our favorite steak house by the river.
He already sent me flowers this morning. Well, flowering plants, which is what I would rather have than cut flowers. A beautiful red begonia, yellow and orange kalanchoes, miniature red roses and miniature white roses. Soooooo pretty.
He already sent me flowers this morning. Well, flowering plants, which is what I would rather have than cut flowers. A beautiful red begonia, yellow and orange kalanchoes, miniature red roses and miniature white roses. Soooooo pretty.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
This And That
Have you ever noticed that your brain tries to make promises your body never intends to keep? I have that problem all the time. Mostly at night when I can't sleep because of pain. Yes, my brain takes on this persona that I can do anything it's little ol' heart desires. The truth is, is that my body says go fuck yourself in the morning when I can barely climb out of bed without screaming.
Last night my brain took upon itself to make mental notes of things to write about for today's blog. It also came up with a laughable To Do List of shit it so righteously thinks I can still accomplish. When I finally crawled out of bed, my body yelled, and I do mean rather loudly, FUCK YOU AND THE SPINAL CORD YOU RODE IN ON!
I did manage to wash two loads of laundry, clean the kitchen and vacuum but that's all before my back gave out. I remember being able to clean the whole house, change bed linens, wash laundry, water the garden and lawn with the hose (it was very therapeutic), and still enjoy a nice huge cup of coffee on the front porch before it got too hot in the morning. Ahhhh, those were the days. Oh Well. Moving on.
We are now in the "Dog Days of Summer". Yes, that's where the temperatures hit in the 100's like every day. You could spontaneously combust if you move to fast around here. Even the kids move slow when they get off the bus lest they burst into flames. The dogs in the neighborhood don't bark because it takes too much energy. Everything is hiding in the shade including the grass.
David said while he was watering the garden this morning, steam came up from the ground. He said we're gonna have to move. He can't take living so near to hell like this. Shit! He don't know what hell is until you've spent a summer in Pheonix Arizona. Speaking of hell, I need to put ice on my back for a while. Later my darlings.
David said while he was watering the garden this morning, steam came up from the ground. He said we're gonna have to move. He can't take living so near to hell like this. Shit! He don't know what hell is until you've spent a summer in Pheonix Arizona. Speaking of hell, I need to put ice on my back for a while. Later my darlings.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
A New Goddess
This morning I went to Facebook to check out the chatter. I saw the following Rites which were written by Kallan Kennedy on her page. If you don't get to giggling because of this then you definitly are still asleep and in need of the sacred elixir of life.
Rites of Caffeina
by Kallan Kennedy
Having drawn down the Goddess Caffeina...
'Listen to the words of the Great Mother, she who of old was
called "Cafe, Columbian Bean, Best Part of Wakin Up, Good to the Last Drop and by many other names"
Whenever you have need of a pickmeup, and better it be when you've had no sleep, you shall assemble in front of the coffee maker or percolator, and adore the great bean before grinding it. You shall
take some sacred water and pour it into the Divine Device;
You shall then take the sacred ground bean and gently place it into the holey filter;you shall then close the lid and push the button marked ON.
You shall then be partake of the sacred elixir of life, and learn the mystery of My Ways.
You shall be free from the bondage of sleepiness and draggy buttox, and as a sign of your freedom, you shall type 300 wpm and dance around your dwelling chanting "CoffEE coffEE coffEE"
For my law is the law of hyperactivity.
I am the Gracious Goddess of Cafeination and my love is poured out into the coffee mug.
And you who seek to know me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not should you attempt to use decaf.
For behold, I have been with you from the beginning of the morning, and I am that which is attained at the end of the brewing."
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