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Post by t-bob on Jun 4, 2024 14:57:17 GMT -5
Art Reflects Mind
And so I keep making these little music pieces, hitching my breath, posturing arms/fingers, and concentration to shape the thoughts/reflections. As time passes, I continue to see myself reflected back in these small pieces, which is to say that they are more straight, upright, sturdy, and striking—but still have a lot of room for improvement.
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Post by t-bob on Jun 3, 2024 11:25:08 GMT -5
I'm back......
Haiku Self control is strength Right thought is a mastery Calmness is power
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Post by t-bob on Jun 3, 2024 10:07:51 GMT -5
'A warped notion of self-care has been normalized to the point where everyday activities like washing yourself and watching TV are now synonymous with the term. Generally understood as the act of lovingly nursing one’s mind and body, a certain kind of self-care has come to dominate the past decade, as events like the 2016 election and the Covid pandemic spurred collective periods of anxiety layered on top of existing societal harms. It makes sense that interest in how to quell that unease has steadily increased.
Brands stepped forward with potential solutions from the jump: lotions, serums, journals, blankets, massagers, loungewear, meditation apps, tinctures. Between 2014 and 2016, Korean beauty exports to the US more than doubled. The Girls’ Night In newsletter was founded in 2017, with a mission to share “recommendations and night-in favorites … all focused on a topic that could use a bigger spotlight right now: downtime.” YouTube was soon saturated with videos of sponsored self-care routines. By 2022, a $5.6 trillion market had sprung to life under the guise of helping consumers buy their way to peace.
As the self-care industry hit its stride in America, so too did interest in the seemingly dire state of social connectedness. In 2015, a study was published linking loneliness to early mortality. In the years that followed, a flurry of other research illuminated further deleterious effects of loneliness: depression, poor sleep quality, impaired executive function, accelerated cognitive decline, cardiovascular disease, higher risk of coronary heart disease and stroke. US Surgeon General Vivek Murthy classified the prevalence of loneliness as an epidemic. By 2018, half of the country reported feeling lonely at least sometimes, according to a Cigna survey, a number that has only grown.
There is no singular driver of collective loneliness globally. A confluence of factors like smartphones, social media, higher rates of anxiety and depression, vast inequality, materialism, and jam-packed schedules have been identified as potentially spurring the crisis. But one practice designed to relieve us from the ills of the world — self-care, in its current form — has pulled us away from one another, encouraging solitude over connection.'
by 6/3/24 Allie Volpe - VOX reporter (excerpt)
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Post by t-bob on Jun 3, 2024 8:55:43 GMT -5
"Silence Needs Wisdom Although staying silent in the face of provocation is certainly commendable, it may not be sufficient; silence needs to be tempered with wisdom"... by Tricycle Comm. Magazine
At least the Yankees are first place - it was a few SWEEPs - but it's only the middle of season......
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Post by t-bob on Jun 2, 2024 11:19:29 GMT -5
Sunday Solitude Silence Solo
Social/Music Jazz Sunday Paper
Sea or Ocean Perhaps
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Post by t-bob on May 31, 2024 22:32:46 GMT -5
It was typo - (Rob H) ;-)
We enjoyed our little chats with iamjohnne
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Post by t-bob on May 31, 2024 20:12:29 GMT -5
"Johnne" Hatfield Coston Sept 14, 1950 - May 26, 2024
An excerpt obit - Georgian Peach and the old war Hatfield/McCoy
and she played some guitar - Fred Neil & Van Ronk - and myriad relatives..........
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Post by t-bob on May 23, 2024 23:56:40 GMT -5
The twister reminds 1974 4th April - 125+ tornados with F5 in two days. Mexico to Canada. I think that was the most many twisters.... It was one - that was like a war - Xenia, OH. I lived 10+ miles Yellow Springs, OH. A lucky man - young and I am lucky 76. (a smile)
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Post by t-bob on May 23, 2024 14:20:28 GMT -5
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Post by t-bob on May 20, 2024 14:23:12 GMT -5
Ken, "My paternal grandfather also died from prostate cancer, my father also had it but it was not what ended his life. Runs in the family" --------- a great song by The Roches youtu.be/MR8emKSZe48?si=Vf-fwqdsdNbt5UCDThe first verse....excerpt "I can't get over what I saw. And I can't change the law of averages. I'm going down. My uncle did it; my daddy did it. I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family Oh no, runs in the family."
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Post by t-bob on May 20, 2024 14:09:27 GMT -5
Manny’s Music in Manhattan West 48th Street block known as Music Row. opened in 1935 by Henry Goldrich’s father, Manny This store has almost music items and the rockstars was there too * I came there all the time *
"Today we are remembering Henry Goldrich, “gear guru to the stars”, on what would’ve been his 92nd birthday. When asked about his musical ability, Henry Goldrich would often demur, “I play cash register.” His stage was Manny’s Music in Manhattan, where Goldrich, the longtime owner, supplied equipment to a generation of rock stars. But even though he sold instead of strummed, Goldrich secured an important role in rock by connecting famous musicians with cutting-edge equipment. “To these guys, Henry was the superstar,” his son Judd said. “He was the first guy to get gear they had never seen before.” Manny’s, which closed in 2009 after 74 years in business, was long the largest and best-known of the cluster of music shops on the West 48th Street block known as Music Row. It was opened in 1935 by Goldrich’s father, Manny, and it was a second home for Henry since his infancy, when the shop’s clientele of swing stars doted on him. Ella Fitzgerald would babysit for him in the shop when his parents went out for lunch, Ian Goldrich said. By 1968, when his father died at 62, Henry Goldrich had largely taken over operations and had turned the shop into an equipment mecca and hangout for world-renowned artists. He did this by expanding its inventory of the latest gear and by solidifying connections with suppliers that helped him consistently stock high-level instruments and new products. At a time before rock stars were lavished with the latest equipment straight from the manufacturers, Manny’s was favored by top musicians searching for new gear and testing out new equipment. These included two guitar gods of the 1960s, Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton — to whom, Ian Goldrich said, his father recommended the wah-wah pedal, an electronic device that immediately became a staple of both musicians’ approaches. He added that Hendrix would buy scores of guitars on credit and have Goldrich fine-tune them to the guitarist’s demanding preferences. Many rock and pop classics were either played or written on instruments sold by Goldrich. John Sebastian, founder of the Lovin’ Spoonful, recalled in an interview how Goldrich in the mid-1960s helped him select the Gibson J-45 he used on early Spoonful recordings like “Do You Believe in Magic?” Goldrich similarly matched James Taylor with a quality Martin acoustic guitar early in his career, his son Ian said. And Sting used the Fender Stratocaster that Goldrich sold him to compose “Message in a Bottle” and many other hits for the Police before donating it to the Smithsonian Institution. In 1970, he sold Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour the 1969 black Stratocaster he played on many of the band’s seminal recordings. It sold at auction in 2019 for a record $3,975,000. Pete Townshend of the Who would order expensive electric guitars by the dozens from Goldrich, who was not happy when he heard about the guitarist’s penchant for destroying his instrument onstage for theatrical effect. “It was good business,” Ian Goldrich said, “but my father was annoyed that Pete was breaking all the guitars he was selling him.” Unlike many of his flamboyant rock-star customers, Goodrich always dressed conventionally in a sport coat and kept a blunt demeanor that put his customers at ease. “He had a gruff personality; he treated them all the same,” Ian Goldrich said. “He’d tell Bob Dylan, ‘Sit in the back and I’ll be with you in a minute.’ ” There was the day in 1985 — it was Black Friday, and the store was packed — that Mick Jagger and David Bowie stopped by together, creating a commotion that halted sales. An annoyed Goldrich quickly sold them their items and rushed them out. Goldrich died on Feb. 16, 2021 at his home in Boca Raton, Florida. He was 88." Source: COREY KILGANNON The New York Times Mar 6, 2021
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Post by t-bob on May 19, 2024 20:27:00 GMT -5
"Here are a few notes for a story. I have used parts of this in other stories. Sort of a spare parts box of bits and pieces.”
The play has a excerpt - the Old Dad's letter in mailboxes- 'Our Town' by Thornton Wilder 1938.
The play is just amazing so many actors have played the Old Dad, the wife, and more.
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Post by t-bob on May 19, 2024 20:11:03 GMT -5
Well ----T-A-T was purchased... Quoord systems Well ---- The ProBoards was purchased.... VerticalScope Holdings I'll check the websites I just sent you another brief article (Our Town) and it's not - collaboration or plagiarization - a thread in Soundhole Cafe
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Post by t-bob on May 19, 2024 19:12:29 GMT -5
"Here are a few notes for a story. I have used parts of this in other stories. Sort of a spare parts box of bits and pieces.”
The Old Man: She remembered the time they had raked all the leaves into giant piles beneath the trees of estate where old Dad had worked. They had planned on taking the leaves to the bon fire at the edge of the school athletic field for the first game of the the season. But that night before they put the leaves on the truck the big storm had come through and the leaves were swept away in the hours of heavy rain. The town creek had swept trough the town and the flower boxes outside the grocery store and the meat market had become wooden boats and went to someplace where flower boxes and small shrubs go. The bon fire was built and everyone who had become wet over the past few days attended to dry off and regret the loss of all that had disappeared in the flood. No one noticed at that moment that Old Dad, the gardener at the big hill side estate did not attend the event. No one noticed that the young guy who had worked at the highway gas station was not there. On the farm where Old Dad had his room next to his wife's sitting room they did notice the absence of the man who did the morning milking and who brought in the wood for the cook fire. The young man who slept in the room in the loft of the barn took over those chores and now sat with the others at the meal table. He did not sit at the chair near the iron heater but he did seem to take notice that he now had a napkin and napkin ring at his seat. The wife and the small daughter would refill his coffee cup and the young girl walked home from school with him a few times. Perhaps he noticed but did not say that the gardener went away shortly after the farm helper got his driving license and had learned to use the tractor to pull the hay wagon. Old Dad had gone away with the clothes on his back and a small cloth bag. The wife put all that he had left behind in a chest in the hallway near the door. They stayed in that chest until one day she decided that the help had grown into the shirts and shoes. As time past she found that where ever he was he was safe and he sent small amounts of money from time to time. He was not one to write long letters and not one to say where he was at the time of the writing. She kept the envelopes with the post marks and she used the atlas book at the library to trace his trail. He stayed in the state and none of the towns seemed to be more than post office and road crossings.
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Post by t-bob on May 19, 2024 18:20:26 GMT -5
Does anybody know who this is?
Is there some kind of a little article about it?
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Post by t-bob on May 19, 2024 16:50:07 GMT -5
We are experiencing an epidemic of social loneliness, and therefore numbness, around our climate grief and other traumas perpetuated by the global systems of oppression. We grieve and rage wisely, in a circle of belonging, we feel safer. We grieve collectively within our communities, we come to insights and understanding; we build our power & collective action can blossom...... A collaboration with a community. Bob, we have asked for your cooperation time and again and again. Simply copy and paste an attribution for someone else's published words on the Web. Once more, this posting is unattributed, and it's from Tricycle, The Buddhist Review website: tricycle.org/article/climate-grief-communal-power/It's the last paragraph of the article. All the members of this board like being here. You don't want to be the reason we get taken down someday. And unlike this time, the Moderators are not going to do a Google search every time you post something that was written by someone else. You seem to be willfully oppositional for some reason unbeknownst to us. It is NOT a "collaboration." You are using that as a flimsy excuse for appropriation and plagiarism. That's how we see it, and that's how the hosts of Tap-a-Talk will see it before they start sending the Moderators warnings. This is not your first infraction. We have been generous and forgiving, but enough is enough. You are an adult. So please, get with the program finally or expect a suspension.
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Post by t-bob on May 18, 2024 13:49:29 GMT -5
I saw Spider John at the "Fools Cafe" near the Westport CT Station 1964-65. It was tons of folksingers and bluesmen.
The three Koerner, Ray, & Glover - Greenwich Village joints and Newport Folk Festival 1965-66
RIPs
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Post by t-bob on May 17, 2024 18:40:33 GMT -5
RIP Dabney Coleman- I enjoyed The Guardian series - his son's crooked lawyer - a couple times. There were a few "good" actors.
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Post by t-bob on May 17, 2024 16:26:31 GMT -5
Lunch or dinner Swedish Meatballs with gravy, barley, veggies I had to spice it up a bit.
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Post by t-bob on May 16, 2024 17:53:29 GMT -5
It was interesting to read the video (studio muscian) and the comments - understand/comprehend. I've always been almost fair musician but not professional one.
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