This blog post is a clue to a very dorky mystery that I just tried to create.
Wolfman's Brother is the 9th song Trey Anastasio and the Scorchio Quartet played at Princeton University last November.
I have no idea what's going on here.
Can anyone explain?
This doesn't work. FYI.
But maybe a blog post will...
I'm looking for a song. With lots of do do do dos. A woman sings it, a singer to whom I remember my mother listening sometimes. Not as much as she listened to Tracy Chapman or Cat Stevens or Sam Cooke. But sometimes, which is kind of a lot. The song doesn't have many rhymes. Maybe no rhymes at all, actually. That might be its thing: no rhymes. Which, if you happen to be writing a song for me, is probably a thing to avoid. I like rhymes. Another one of the song's things is that the singer kinda talks it as much as she sings it. Which is an ok thing by me. Much better, in general, than the no rhymes thing.The song also connects in my mind to In Liverpool. Maybe because Suzanne Vega sings them both. But maybe not. Also, through In Liverpool, the song lives in a box in my memory with Fee and No Woman, No Cry. All three were on the first mixtape anyone ever gave me. The do do do do song was not on that mixtape. Nor is this information relevant. I'm taking notes at this point. Notes about that first mixtape... Fee, I liked immediately and still adore.Evolution, through the eyes of a metaphorically inclined computer programmer:
Old age is a feature, not a bug. With less turn-over it would be difficult to life as a whole to adapt to changing environment. It has drawbacks as knowledge lost by the dead individual. Advanced life forms overcome that with culture. Earlier simpler life forms probably lacked the aging feature, and were superseded by others who had it.
Thank you, Wiley, for passing that along. Your ability to stay current with the Slashdot comments is both a mystery and an inspiration.
The conversation started with ionized water.
It moved to fully absorbing the passion of a cause, NEEDING to change the world in the ONE way you KNOW it needs changing, committing, for good, for life, to a model or project or technology or religion.And then we got specific. A dude that loved blue glass, thought it healed him, thought it could, should, and would heal everyone. Because he'd experienced it. Because he knew it worked.
And we remembered the Placebo Effect, remembered everything we don't know about how the body heals itself, remembered layers and layers of science, remembered how silly we are to imagine that we've peeled away all the mystery.
We weren't listening to this song. But we can pretend we were. Soap Box Preacher is track 4 on Storyville.In the following photograph, Brent the Mushroom Hunter is carrying a chainsaw. Attached to his backpack is a hardhat and a pair of earmuffs, both examples of reasonable chainsaw co-cargo. Poking out of the backpack, however, are, according to my count, six small sticks. The photograph, therefore, is a mystery and, thus, a riddle.
Anyone want to try to solve it?
Got this song on a mix in December. Listen to it all the time. Still have no idea who's singing. Think of it as the one and only Track 02. Kinda like it that way.
An hypothesis* I heard last night...
There are three kinds of fear:1. Fear of injury or pain.2. Fear of losing (or lacking) connections with other people.3. Fear of not being good enough. That seem right? What doesn't it cover? How does fear of change fit in? Fear of mystery? Fear of the things unknown to which change gives rise?*Note: An hypothesis? A hypothesis? H is a good letter. Lots of possibilities.
