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Monday, October 21, 2013
Drawings: Faces No. 542 - the staff meeting (with bonus remix)
By Jack Brummet
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The bonus digital remix:
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Sunday, October 20, 2013
Van Gogh at age 13
By Jack Brummet, Art Ed.
Van Gogh at age 13 (ca. 1866). He already had that spooky Vincent thing going on. . .
Van Gogh at age 13 (ca. 1866). He already had that spooky Vincent thing going on. . .
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Saturday, October 19, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Poem: [The streetlight’s blue shadows]
By Jack Brummet
The
streetlight's blue shadow
Pools on the macadam of 24th Avenue NW
As stars coruscate through a nebulous fog.
I tilt my head to see The Big Dipper,
Polaris, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, and Andromeda.
The streetlight's falling shadow
Marks a twilight world I take for granted.
The bats' sonar
And the muffled bark of sea lions
Are the songs I hear
When I go outside to watch stars
Pools on the macadam of 24th Avenue NW
As stars coruscate through a nebulous fog.
I tilt my head to see The Big Dipper,
Polaris, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, and Andromeda.
The streetlight's falling shadow
Marks a twilight world I take for granted.
The bats' sonar
And the muffled bark of sea lions
Are the songs I hear
When I go outside to watch stars
Twinkle
in the briny air.
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Please don't pee here! - a poster
By Pablo Fanque, Nat. Affairs Ed.
This is such a great PSA/poster—the style in general, but also the look on the offender's face, the dog angrily whizzing (are they hoping to convince dogs to do the right thing too?), and the--what appear to be--gringos in the background. . .
This is such a great PSA/poster—the style in general, but also the look on the offender's face, the dog angrily whizzing (are they hoping to convince dogs to do the right thing too?), and the--what appear to be--gringos in the background. . .
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Thursday, October 17, 2013
Poem: The Quest
By Jack Brummet
It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenery,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenery,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Marvin Gaye's isolated vocal track for "I Heard It Through The Grapevine"
By Jack Brummet, Music Ed.
I have been amazed at the a cappella (actually, isolated) vocal tracks coming out from classic albums the last couple of years—especially Abbey Road, Queen, a bunch of Karen Carpenter songs, and this, which I just heard tonight. Wow.
I have been amazed at the a cappella (actually, isolated) vocal tracks coming out from classic albums the last couple of years—especially Abbey Road, Queen, a bunch of Karen Carpenter songs, and this, which I just heard tonight. Wow.
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