Monthly Archives: March 2016

[img] Shot reverse shot or it didn’t happen.

Shot reverse shot or it didn’t happen.
March 30, 2016 at 04:36PM
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[img] high contrast morning

high contrast morning
March 29, 2016 at 02:23PM
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[img] 5th Ave Bingo exit, 10:12p

5th Ave Bingo exit, 10:12p.
“Geraldine, you have a Valium on you?”
“That’s ok, I got tranquilizers at home.”
March 26, 2016 at 10:35PM
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[img] squirrel sentry 0325c

squirrel sentry 0325c
March 25, 2016 at 05:29PM
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[img] squirrel sentry 0324a

squirrel sentry 0324a
March 24, 2016 at 06:08PM
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[dispatch] genes 032416.0459

March 24, 2016 at 04:59PM

Dacaluf 0277: Sunrise Highway Malawi

DaCaLuF – Saison 2 – Ep77 – Plongée dans le lac Malawi!

Un vrai aquarium ce lac Malawi!
Is it an aquarium ? No, only the awesome Lake Malawi!

Musique: Sunrise Highway par Westy Reflector
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DaCaLuF – Season 2 – Ep77 – english subtitles – Diving at lake Malawi via David Bellais on Vimeo

The Bellais family from France (DAvid, CAmille, LUcile et Félix) is traveling around the world in a converted old fire truck for two years. They’ve used a few of my tracks in their video journal, and riding along, hearing my songs pop up every so often, is an absolute kick. Follow them here:

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[dispatch] appropriate disengagement 032416.0916

March 24, 2016 at 09:16AM

[img] sterling saturday sojourn

sterling saturday sojourn
March 19, 2016 at 11:33AM
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[img] IT infrastructure level: Brooklyn

IT infrastructure level: Brooklyn
March 18, 2016 at 11:08AM
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[img] “avulsion,” courtesy of a chef knife.

yesterday learned firsthand (and fretboard-hand) about “avulsion,” courtesy of a chef knife. 🔪👆🏻
March 17, 2016 at 05:35PM
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[img] “Scram. Get yer own dirt.”

“Scram. Get yer own dirt.”
March 13, 2016 at 03:35PM
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[track] lonesome faraway sounds

Dedicated to the memory of Berta Cáceres and to the ongoing effort to free Bassel Khartabil.

distant cries
of cracked-down souls
trapped underground
church bells at dawn
ringing for ones
silenced by crowds

high lonesome faraway sounds
filtered through the air
echoing off clouds
lost frequencies explain
the essence that remains
high lonesome faraway sounds

could be something coming
up through the earth or
falling from the sky
warning calls to stay away
no need to amplify


through a cone of confusion
lateral diffusion
jets descend overhead
truth blown by the wind
trains coming round the bend
you know how these stories end


[img] sterling stump speech

sterling stump speech
March 09, 2016 at 09:08AM
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postcard sorceress: 7-year reflection

My mother is Venezuelan. I spent a fair amount of time in Caracas as a kid, and then other parts of Latin America at various points of my life. When you put a fair amount of distance between yourself and your home, you learn that there are courageous and discarded lives anywhere you go, across diverse economic and political strata.

One thing I’ve come to admire in Latin American people is their unwavering capacity to hope. In even the most challenging grinding circumstances, I’ve seen Latin Americans demonstrate hope in the face of the blackest darkness, in a way that seems particular to the culture. I once asked a friend in Mexico about this and he said this arises from the semantics of Spanish, where to be “hopeless is to be dead.” There’s little language in Latin culture for the gray area in between hopelessness and not-living. “No one here,” he told me, “has a lifeless smile.” That is to say despair is big south of our border, but not hopelessness. We could learn a lot from that.

I penned “Postcard Sorceress,” the only Spanish song I’ve written and recorded, seven years ago today in 2009. My 2010 record Hola Sayulita contained both the English and the Spanish versions. What would happen, I asked myself, if hopelessness gripped someone in a place where there’s no language for hopelessness?

In the track, the protagonist Nina is a poor jewelry maker for tourists in the surfing town of Punta Mita, on the Pacific coast of Mexico. A few years prior, she was violated by a gang called The Scorpions, bore a daughter as result and took a train as far west as she could go to find a better life. While working out of the Cafe Revolution, she sees every day a jungle Bruja’s weathered advertisement on a wall behind a postcard rack. Eventually, in a bleak moment of desperation, she leaves her daughter with a neighbor, packs some money, cigarettes and her grandmother’s knife, and wanders off into the rain forest hills in search of the Bruja to alleviate her pain. After finding the Bruja, Nina decides to spare her daughter a life of witnessing a mother’s suffering and allows the jungle sorceress to use the knife to mix an elixir that drugs Nina into an eternal dreamless sleep.



Sleep well, Nina. The world is not better off without you, no matter what your Bruja told you.


[dispatch] cone of confusion 030516.1156

March 05, 2016 at 11:56AM

[dispatch] silence 030416.1657

March 04, 2016 at 04:57PM

[dispatch] “puppies” 030416.0752

March 04, 2016 at 07:52AM

[dispatch] ZX81 membrane 030316.1120

March 03, 2016 at 11:20AM

// BernBlaster Ring-0 Exploit

March 02, 2016 at 05:19PM