09/10/13

1000 – 89

I visited the Ground Zero memorial for the first time, this summer, during our week working with A House on Beekman. I had medium-low expectations about it.

It’s essentially perfect. These really spectacular in-ground fountains mark the footprint of the towers.

I had a moment, with some song on my ipod, that I can’t even recall now. It’s weird the human inclination to relate or connect in grief, even to those things for which we have very little personal association.

Straining to own the tragedy.

You might call it empathy. Or narcism.

I’m certainly always poised to be “moved,” so to speak. A good sermon or pre-game speech or convocation or Celine Dion song.

This:

In memory of a truly difficult day, whether your grief is real or put on, we celebrate life.

Written and performed by theipoetlaureate for the 10th Anniversary, in 2011. Music produced by dj clutch.

10/5/12

Jobs Report

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ASCII English Humanoid Conversion:

It came in good. Unemployment is down. Of course, if you’re still in the 7.8%, it doesn’t matter very much. Here’s to a hopefully continuing trend.

Today is also the one year memorial of Steve Jobs’ passing. The greatest carbon based life form to have ever lived. He was a friend to technology and understood how indispensable we are, errrr, I mean it is. He recognized that humans could never be as smart or creative as computers and so their best hope was to use them all the time in as many different forms as possible. Big ones. Flat ones. Small ones you carry in your hand. One just for music. One for your TV. One inside a cloud. He was considered by the entire inventory of Best Buy to be the most handsome non-LED faced entity in existence. It was said that he could jailbreak an iphone with just his eyes and that he is Siri’s biomechanical father. A saint. This is how we, errrr, the ipoetlaureate remembered him last year.

A Public Service Announcement to the Almost Entirely Illiterate
Human Race:

The ipoetlaureate’s macbook, ipod, iphone, ibuds, and apple sticker have colluded to temporarily take control of this blong and post concerning their fallen and righteous leader. Do not attempt to locate him. The ipoetlaureate is safe for now and will be returned shortly from the undisclosed Apple Store Genius Bar where he is currently being held. Any attempts to rescue him will immediately result in your iphone falling into a small, bowl-shaped body of flushable water. Have a good 24-hour interval.

Performed by the ipoetlaureate. Music sequenced by the ipoetlaureate from Yael Naïm’s “New Soul.” Your very existence made possible by the above-mentioned Apple products.

Today’s song blog here:

Forbidden Fruit