“I can’t control what people think this was.  I can only tell you my intentions.   This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith or people of activism or to look down our noses at the heartland or passionate argument or to suggest that times are not difficult and that we have nothing to fear.  They are and we do.  But we live now in hard times, not end times.  And we can have animus and not be enemies. 

But unfortunately one of our main tools in delineating the two broke.  The country’s 24 hour political pundit perpetual panic conflictinator did not cause our problems but it’s existence makes solving them that much harder.  The press can hold it’s magnifying up to our problems bringing them into focus, illuminating issues heretofore unseen or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire and then perhaps host a week of shows on the sudden, unexpected dangerous flaming ant epidemic. 

If we amplify everything we hear nothing.  There are terrorists and racists and Stalinist and theocrats but those are titles that must be earned.  You must have the resume.  Not being able to distinguish between real racists and Tea Partiers or real bigots and Juan Williams and Rick Sanchez is an insult, not only to those people but to the racists themselves who have put in the exhausting effort it takes to hate.  Just as the inability to distinguish terrorists from Muslims makes us less safe not more.  The press is our immune system.  If we overreact to everything we actually get sicker and perhaps eczema. 

And yet with that being said I feel good—strangely, calmly good.  Because the image of Americans that is reflected back to us by our political and media process is false.  It is us through a fun house mirror and not the good kind that makes you look slim in the waist and maybe taller, but the kind where you have a giant forehead and an ass shaped like a month old pumpkin and one eyeball.

So, why would we work together?  Why would you reach across the aisle to a pumpkin assed forehead eyball monster?  If the picture of us were true of course our inability to solve problems would actually be quite sane and reasonable.  Why would you work with Marxists actively subverting our Constitution or racists and homophobes who see no one’s humanity but their own?  We hear every damn day about how fragile our country is—on the brink of catastrophe—torn by polarizing hate and how it’s a shame that we can’t work together to get things done, but the truth is we do.  We work together to get things done every damn day!

The only place we don’t is here or on cable TV.  But Americans don’t live here or oncable TV.  Where we live our values and principles form the foundation that sustains us while we get things done not the barriers that prevent us from getting things done.  Most Americans don’t live their lives solely as Democrats, Republicans, Liberals or Conservatives.  Americans live their lives more as people that are just a little bit late for something they have to do—often something that they do not want to do—butthey do it.  Impossible things every day that are only made possible by the little reasonable compromises that we all make. 

Look on the screen this is where we are this is who we are.  (points to the Jumbotron screen which show traffic merging into a tunnel).  These cars—that’s a schoolteacher who probably thinks his taxes are too high.  He’s going to work.  There’s another car-a woman with two small kids who can’t really think about anything else right now.  There’s another car swinging I don’t even know if you can see it—the lady’s in the NRA.  She loves Oprah.  There’s another car—an investment banker, gay, also likes Oprah.  Another car’s a Latino carpenter.  Another car a fundamentalist vacuum salesman.  Atheist obstetrician.  Mormon Jay-Z fan.  But this is us.  Every one of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief and principles they hold dear—often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers. 

And yet these millions of cars must somehow find a way to squeeze one by one into a mile long 30 foot wide tunnel carved underneath a might river.  Carved, by the way, by people who I’m sure had their differences.  And they do it.  Concession by conscession.  You go.  Then I’ll go.  You go then I’ll go.  You go then I’ll goOh my God, is that an NRA sticker on your car?  Is that an Obama sticker on your car? Well, that’s okay—you go and then I’ll go.

And sure, at some point there will be a selfish jerk who zips up the shoulder and cuts in at the last minute, but that individual is rare and he is scorned and not hired as an analyst. 

Because we know instinctively as a people that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light we have to work together and the truth is, there will always be darkness.  And sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t the promised land.

Sometimes it’s just New Jersey.  But we do it anyway, together.

If you want to know why I’m here and want I want from you I can only assure you this: you have already given it to me.  You’re presence was what I wanted. 

Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder.  To see you here today and the kind of people that you are has restored mine.  Thank you.”

the wise role model - yakko warner..

…hellooo nurse…

chasewhiteside:

Brilliant.

“This is a re-imagined Donald Duck cartoon remix constructed using dozens of classic Walt Disney cartoons from the 1930s to 1960s. Donald’s life is turned upside-down by the current economic crisis and he finds himself unemployed and falling behind on his house payments. As his frustration turns into despairDonald discovers a seemingly sympathetic voice coming from his radio named Glenn Beck.”

Consider sharing. From: http://www.rebelliouspixels.com/

flashing back to my 8bit youth

oh yeah.. uh huh http://www.myspace.com/stevendiazmusic

music4thetrees:

14 percussion tracks, mostly kitchenware and hand claps.

do as dave says.. VOTE! and reblog!!

musicfromblueskies:

Remember to vote tomorrow!

Just… Not for him.

now… if only it was available in the states!!!!!!!!!

tomdavenport:

Spotify just replaced iTunes.

I’m a subscriber to the music streaming service, but it can be hard to think what to listen to with such freedom. I found myself opening the bloated iTunes app (which can’t play much with my media on an unconnected hard drive) just to get an idea what to play. 

Now you can just add your existing music library, which leaves iTunes looking very dated without the modern luxury of free web streaming.

Along with social features like facebook integration and freind recommendations, this is a defining moment: Spotify became the best media player. Certainly, at the time of writing, it has the best feature set.

Now to get film and TV integrated. They didn’t give it a non-music specific title for nothing…

Spotify - the next generation

i just can’t stop listening to this!

music4thetrees:

First track from the Eithercoe sessions. 

Good experience tracking, mixing, and mastering my own music. A lot of work for one person though. I’m hoping to release a new one every other week so stay posted.

life expectancy (male/female) is approx 77.7 years here in the states..

that is 681,104 hours (rounded up)

by age 20, you have used 175,316.255 hours already

(IF you’ve survived at all)

age 30? 262 974.383 hours.. 

not 1 of these hours are guaranteed and the clock is always running..

my advice is:

decide what’s really important to you and spend time doing that

just let the rest of world spin on.. it’s YOUR time… use it well!

-peace-
|=|

great track.. any of you art house cinema fans would like this!

music4thetrees:

First track from the Eithercoe sessions. 

Good experience tracking, mixing, and mastering my own music. A lot of work for one person though. I’m hoping to release a new one every other week so stay posted.

a live performance of my track lakeside rain.. for my friends & youtube subs 

one fine day in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight;

back to back they faced one another, drew their swords and shot each other;

a blind man came to watch fair play, a mute man came to shout “Horray!”

a deaf policeman heard the noise and came to stop those two dead boys.

then.. as i recall…

i crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart me away,
But i ran for my life and i’m still gone today.

now i watch from the corner of the big round table,
the only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
but if you doubt my lies are true,
just ask the blind man, he saw it too.

i am not here.. this isn’t happening…

the world ends in 12 seconds, 48 minutes, 6 hours and 28 days