parte 1: here we go music

 -  quicken the heart ~ maxïmo park (i haven't seen her in ages)





 -  wolfgang amadeus phoenix ~ phoenix (rome)





 -  miike snow ~ miike snow (song for no one)





 -  shaka rock ~ jet (goodbye hollywood)





 -  merriweather post pavilion ~ animal collective (my girls)





 -  tonight:franz ferdinand ~ franz ferdinand (what she came for)





 -  swoon ~ silversun pickups (sort of)





 -  labyrinthes ~ malajube (dragon de glace)





 -  aim and ignite ~ fun. (i wanna be the one)





 -  phrazes for the young ~ julian casablancas (river of brakelights)





 -  the resistance ~ muse (undisclosed desires)





 -  no nations ~ jets overhead (i should be born)




                               -  part i: john shade, your fortune's made ~ fol chen (no wedding cake)
                               -  laces ~ the static jacks (my parents lied)
                               -  this is war ~ 30 seconds to mars (hurricane)


 -  veckatimest ~ grizzly bear (cheerleader)




                               -  şehr-i hüzün ~ manga ( gün beni benimle bırak)
                               -  reservoir ~ fanfarlo (harold t. wilkins, or how to wait for a very long time)


 -  let it beep ~ royal bangs (my car is haunted)




                               -  here we go magic ~ here we go magic (tunnelvision)
                               -  sounds of the universe ~ depeche mode (in sympathy)


 -  embryonic ~ the flaming lips (powerless)




                               -  xx ~ the xx (basic space)
                               -  fever ray ~ fever ray (dry and dusty)
                               -  to lose my life... ~ white lies (to lose my life)
                               -  the pains of being pure at heart ~ the pains of being pure at heart (come saturday)


 -  west ryder pauper lunatic asylum ~ kasabian (ladies and gentlemen-roll the dice)




                               -  ignore the ignorant ~ the cribs (city of bugs)
                               -  mandala ~ rx bandits (white lies)
                               -  armistice ~ MUTEMATH (spotlight)
                               -  its blitz ~ yeah yeah yeahs (hysteric)


 -  ideal soul mart ~ ideal soul mart (wrk)




                               -  journal for plague lovers ~ manic street preachers (pretension//repulsion)
                               -  colorful alibis and scandalous smiles ~ everfound (bring me back)
                               -  two suns ~ bat for lashes (pearl's dream)


 -  the century of self ~ ...and you will know us by the trail of dead (bells of creation)




                               -  noble beast ~ andrew bird (anonanimal)
                               -  hospice ~ the antlers (kettering)


 -  primary colours ~ the horrors (sea within a sea)




                               -  seek magic ~ memory tapes (bicycle)
                               -  years of refusal ~ morrissey (i'm throwing my arms around paris)
                               -  clangour ~ sin fang bous (clangour and flutes)


 -  bitte orca ~ the dirty projectors (two doves)




                               -  invaders must die ~ the prodigy (omen-noisia remix)


 -  in & out of control ~ raveonettes (last dance)




                               -  until the earth begins to part ~ broken records (until the earth begins to part)
                               -  kingdom of rust ~ doves (spellbound)
                               -  my maudlin career ~ camera obscura (the sweetest thing)


 -  forget the night ahead ~ the twilight sad (the room)




                               -  good friends only i could see ~ the french semester (backwards rolling)
                               -  technicolor health ~ harlem shakes (sunlight)
                               -  middle cyclone ~ neko case (people got a lotta nerve)


 -  love comes close ~ cold cave (the trees grew emotions and died)




                               -  2009 albums & (songs)
                               -  album covers

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From beasts we scorn as soulless,
In forest, field and den,
The cry goes up to witness
The soullessness of men.
~M. Frida Hartley


If you have men who will exclude ANY of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men. ~St. Francis of Assisi

seni çok seven aşkın,
miki

Joyeux anniversaire Yusuf...

Happy birthday Yusuf!21 juillet 1948

Prix et Récompenses

les distinctions philanthropiques et humanitaires;

~ 2003 - World Social Award for "humanitarian relief work helping children and victims of war".
~ 2004 - Man for Peace Award presented by Mikhail Gorbachev for "dedication to promote peace, the reconciliation of people and to condemn terrorism" (ceremony held in Roma).
~ 2005 - Honorary Doctorate by the University of Gloucestershire for services to education and humanitarian relief.
~ 2007 - The Mediterranean Prize for Peace (in Napoli) for "the work he has done to increase peace in the world".
~ 10 July 2007 - Honorary Doctorate (LLD) by the University of Exeter, in recognition of "humanitarian work and improving understanding between Islamic and Western cultures" (attended by Professor Ekmeleddin Ihsanoglu and Brian May).

les récompenses musicales;

~ 2005 - Nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
~ 20 October 2005 - ASCAP Songwriter of the Year" and Song of the Year for "The First Cut Is the Deepest".
~ 8 June 2006 - #49 in Paste magazine's "100 Best Living Songwriters".
~ 25 March 2007 - Echo Award (in Berlin) for his "lifework as a musician and as an ambassador between cultures".
~ 2008 - Nominated for induction into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.

Lillà

~ Un saluto, in onore della primavera:

Syringa è un genere della famiglia delle Oleacee; originario dell'Europa e Asia del Nord, Estremo oriente, Persia ed ormai diffuso e spontaneamente naturalizzato nel bacino del Mediterraneo.


“When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d - and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.”
[When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd (1); Leaves of Grass; Walt Whitman, c. 1865]


[Christine Schäfer & Eric Schneider; Apparition - II- When lilacs last in the Dooryard bloomed; George Crumb]


i fatti inutili; Tutto quello che non hai mai voluto sapere dei lillà. =)
~ Rochester, N.Y. is considered the Lilac Capital of the World. In 1892, Highland Park horticulturalist John Dunbar planted 20 varieties on the southern slopes. The 155-acre Highland Park now has over 500 varieties and more than 1200 lilac bushes. An annual 2-week long Lilac Festival attracts over 500,000 people.

~ 18 August 2006. Governor George Pataki proclaimed the Lilac as the State Bush of NY.

~ Cornwall, Ontario, Canada is called the "City of Lilacs."
~ Lilacs are the State Flower of New Hampshire.
~ Spokane, WA is nicknamed "Lilac City" and holds a lilac festival and parade each spring. Lombard, IL and Mackinac Island, MI each hold annual festivals as well.
~ There are 25 natural species with over 1000 varieties of Lilacs.
~ Lilac shrubs/tress vary in size from 1,5 to 10 meters.
~ The panicles of a lilac bloom for no more than 2 weeks each year.
~ Lilacs are a food source for several Lepidoptera larvae.
~ The wood of a lilac tree is one of the densest in Europa; because of its strength -it is often used for furniture, musical instruments, knife handles, etc. (Also to smoke fish & lamb).
~ Die Traumdeutung; white lilacs mean “first love”, purple lilacs mean “death”.

links;
CLICCA QUI per scaricare/ascoltare la partitura di George Crumb (*brani di Purcell e Crumb).

~album fotografico~

...in sviluppo

je préfère laisser libre court à mon imagination...

[L'Opéra imaginaire est un film musical d'animation de Guionne Leroy et Pascal Roulin de 1993.]

physics 101

*for simplicity's sake, we'll talk just of sound waves in air.
the speed at which sound propagates is influenced directly by both a) the density of the medium through which it travels & b) the factors affecting the medium (such as humidity, altitude & temperature). while sound speed in air is determined by the air itself... it is not dependent upon the sound's amplitude, frequency or wavelength to calculate the speed of sound in dry air at sea level (normal atmospheric pressure).... so we approximate by the following equation:
v = 331.4 + 0.6tc
v = velocity (m/s); tc = temperature in celsius

still with me?

at normal atmospheric pressure and a temperature of 20° celsius, a sound wave will travel at approximately 343 m/s (equal to about 750 miles per hour). by comparison..... the speed of light (in a vacuum) is *299,792,458 meters per second (186,000 miles per second). for anyone who doesn't want to do the math.. that's about 870,000 times faster than the speed of sound in our equation.

now..... my point is simply this:
*this difference between the speed of sound & the speed of light is why sometimes, some people appear brilliant... until you hear them speak.*

amorphous friendship

*links will open in a new window*

Recently, my friend Massimo spent hours at St. Paul’s Cathedral, taking fotos for my [upcoming] article on the “Anthropological Synthesis of Intellect, Spirituality and Engineering in English Baroque Architecture”. Yeh, boring for most, I know, but it’s a passion. What can I do? *ahhahhahh*

I perused through his ingenious shots of Wren's 4th rendition… the towers inspired by those of [my favourite Baroque architect] Francesco Borromini's Sant'Agnese in Agone (Roma, 1652-1657)… the disposition of the two elevated tiers of massive Corinthian columns that indeed established Wren as a veritable Baroque rather than Renaissance man… the lower-story’s head windows with their aesthetically awe-inspiring scrolled keystones and cherub/garland adornments. Simply magnificent.

But all of it started me thinking. I imagined him standing in the bitter London wind, snapping shots from every perceivable angle, refusing to let me pay him for his work… and I realized that I’ve completely forgotten how to be a friend. I’ve been slipping into the precipice of “academic humanitarianism”, where we all contemplate and debate our book-knowledge; imagining ourselves as broadening our discernment, our tolerance… our sympathies. The miserable truth is simply that I have a list of phone calls I’m weeks behind on returning, letters I’ve yet to write, friends I desperately want to catch up with. My life has gotten in the way of my life.

The Chinese philosopher Deng Ming-Dao said, “Those truly linked don't need correspondence. When they meet again after many years apart, their friendship is as true as ever.” It’s an interesting phenomenon: conceivably, a precept that justifies our determination [sociologically speaking] to focus on people so ambiguous to our daily routine that we become impassive to those which are not. No one disputes the importance of the United States’s mystifying military actions in Afghanistan… the disgraceful lack of U.N. protection in Dungu… the release of Ayman Nour, ad naseum. And perhaps Ming-Dao’s words do hold a certain legitimacy, but they don’t account for the lack of encouragement, edification, and devotion we can offer our “nearest and dearest”…and all too often don’t. As our authority/ability to hold societies together moderates and ultimately ceases, it’s inevitable to focus through fear on the global picture, but some days maybe we should just stay closer to home…

N.B., Thank you for the fotos Massi; your friendship overwhelms me.

chaucer aside~

i appreciate the literary contributions of chaucer as much as the next, but i have to wonder why we really buy into this rubbish. san valentino was a martyr that defied marco aurelio valerio claudio by performing marriage ceremonies in secret (for soldiers). he was then beaten to near death and finally beheaded at roma, c.269 (or so goes the 1st theory of valentine's).

romantic, eh?

thanks to chaucer's imagination, rather than educate ourselves to the anarchy and utter disregard for civic duty that propagated the "holiday" (just ask someone to explain the history ~ 99% can't).... instead we send over a billion greeting cards, rip roses out of the ground, and inadvertently support the horrifying methods through which diamonds are obtained (n.b., an industry that has taken the lives of 3.7 mil as of 2007).

and for what? so the male population can make up for the lack of romance and appreciation they carry the other 364 days? so girls can compare stories at the office and see who feels more "loved"? here are some ideas. boys ~ how about love and cherish her every day? girls ~ focus on what's important. this way, when valentine's day comes around you will both be comfortable enough in your own skin to just wish each other "happy valentine".

just an idea.

buon san valentino

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