“The Indian Clerk” is a story about guilt. It’s about the impulse to save a foreign stranger (in spite of the fact that your idea of his country is no more than a couple of colorful clichés), and a story about a war in which the boys who die are most often poorer than the ones who stay at home.
The first thing you notice about "The War" is the stark edginess of Keith David's sonorous narration, a far cry from the anesthetizing drone of David McCullough (who narrated "The Civil War") and John Chancellor ("Baseball"). The second, though it may take a while to sink in, is the absence of historical talking heads, which, to put it as plainly as possible, reduces the film's pomposity factor by about 95%.
Burns has indicated that he wants his film to rescue America's war experience from the fog of dramatic myth that has obscured it since the release of Steven Spielberg's "Saving Private Ryan" and Clint Eastwood's "Flags of Our Fathers" and "Letters From Iwo Jima."
Solms is the place to go, if you want to find the most beautiful mechanical objects in the world.
Automobiles need gas, whereas the truest mechanisms run on nothing but themselves.
... durable, companionable, costly, and basically unchanging, like a spouse.
The great inventions, more often than not, are triggered less by vast historical movements than by the pressures of individual chance.
This is not just a question of ergonomics ... Rather, it has to do with ... the illusion, fostered by a mere machine, that the world out there is asking to be looked at —— to be caught and consumed while it is fresh, like a trout.
While a number of artists examine how catastrophic histories are inscribed into geography or architecture, Danh's work is far more organic. It is not just the material that calls attention to the organic - his material is foliage - rather it is the process by which the images are formed and the very quality of them. Danh, in fact, invented an entirely new technique in order, not just to superimpose, but rather to grow the image into the leaf.
KCRW has selected 'En Cada Lugar' from Federico's new album as their Top Tune of the day!
After his previous album, Granhotelbuenosaires, was released, it went into regular rotation on my iPod, and I still come back to it. AMG termed its sound "the reverse image of trip-hop." Here's how PopMatters described it:
Mashing cultures together, and then reconstructing from the post-collision remnants into newfangled fancies of cultural appreciation.
A sort of mad grab of multiple musical idioms to create a veritable visual pastiche which sounds a lot like a Friday evening filled with tango dancers, dark coffee, and hot brume.
Granhotelbuenosaires acquires a cool sense of mystery. It has a secret; it has a surreptitious, slinking self that I can’t quite latch on to despite my imploring and attempts. A sweaty something as I sidle down a side street with candy colored cars and pastel apartments that can’t be quite denied. Try rationalizing, comparing, and compromising and searching for understanding, but the phrases inexorably roll off of the singer’s tongue and caress the night sky.
A few months here as a Kinks fan, a couple of weeks there as a Ramones fan, many more months listening to Mozart, followed by Wes Montgomery, Jimmy Smith, Vinicius and Tom Jobim all became an important part of his record collection. In time he discovered the avant garde Argentinian tango composer and bandoneonist Astor Piazzolla.
The PanAmerican Highway is an apt metaphor for Federico Aubele's "PanAmericana." The highway is a network of roads, not one single stretch of blacktop -- each segment reflects the individual character of the country it's in. You can say the same for the tracks on Federico Aubele's album.
The DHS officer had bags under his eyes and squinted at his screen, prodding at his keyboard with sausage fingers. No wonder it was taking four hours to get out of the god damned airport.
"Evening," Greg said, handing the man his sweaty passport. The officer grunted and swiped it, then stared at his screen, tapping. A lot. He had a little bit of dried food at the corner of his mouth and his tongue crept out and licked at it.
"Want to tell me about June 1998?"
Greg looked up from his Departures. "I'm sorry?"
"You posted a message to alt.burningman on June 17, 1998, about your plan to attend a festival. You asked, 'Are shrooms really such a bad idea?'"
Time Lapse Video of the 2007 Burning Man festival as viewed from the Block Rock Solar "Powertainer".
