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January 12, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life
I heard a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth...
and only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars....the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard...
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile...
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be proud of the things they
say about how you spend your dash?


© 1996 / Linda Ellis
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For Jo Magenheimer / 1928 - 2009
A great lady who lived big beautiful dash.
Currently listening:
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
By Lucinda Williams
Release date: 1998-06-30
November 26, 2008 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  grateful
Category: Life
And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and
reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger,
and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind,
nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases
not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts,
all desires, all expectations are born and shared,
with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer
in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer
from the plain.

And let their be no purpose in friendship save the deepening
of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery
is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know it's flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him
with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter,
and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.

"On Friendship" From The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran
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A highly recommended read for grace - it covers religious and non-denominational folks :)  Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Currently listening:
Can U Dig?
By Jive Turkey
Release date: 1995-03-12
November 20, 2008 - Thursday 

Current mood:  animated
Category: Art and Photography
Two photographs published in one month - gotta love that!

Concert review, Justin Townes Earle show at Radio Radio, Nuvo Oct 15, 2008

Justin Townes Earle shot

A big thank you to Scott Shoger and Nuvo! It was a great show, great night for music.

and

Meet The Band feature in Indy.com Oct 23 2008

Meet The Band shot

Thanks to the GBR boys - Rich, Doc, Pooh Daddy, Creepy 13 and to Neal Taflinger of Indy.com (and congrats to GBR for their best local punk CD win at the PRN awards!)

Get out and support your local music scene and Indy talent!
Currently listening:
Electric
By The Cult
Release date: 2000-03-07
November 17, 2008 - Monday 

Current mood:  grateful
Category: Music
by Jeff Buckley ~

You, my love
Are allowed to forget about the Christmas you spent, stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love
Are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before like bad disco clothes...save them for a night dancing stoned with your lover.
You, my love
Are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless, wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love
In sleep, can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic -- and dreaming is courageous.
You, my love
Are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak (keep it down to two minutes).
You, my love
Are allowed to rot and die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love
Are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke its thoughts and corrupt it's mind.  Kill, kill, kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right wing vision and its cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.  Turn about is fair play.
You, my love
Are allowed to forgive...and love your television.
You, my love
Are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and to those up in heaven.
You, my love
Are allowed to show your babies how to dance...full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love
Are allowed to be soaked, like a lover's blanket in the NY summertime with the wonder of your special gifts.
You, my love
Are allowed to receive praise
You, my love
Are allowed to have time
You, my love
Are allowed to understand
You, my love
Are allowed to love
Women...disobey,
Little men...believe.
You, my love
Are rebellion.

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To a muse: Happy Birthday Jeff.
Currently listening:
Mystery White Boy: Live '95-'96
By Jeff Buckley
Release date: 2000-05-09
November 14, 2008 - Friday 

Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
by Kahlil Gibran

In the depths of the sea, surrounding the nearby islands where the sun rises, there is a profoundness.  And there, where the pearl exists in abundance, lay a corpse of a youth, his hand at his chest, encircled by sea maidens of long golden hair; they stared upon him with their deep blue eyes, conversing among themselves with musical voices.  And the conversation, heard by the depths and conveyed to the shore by the waves, was brought to me by the frolicsome breeze.

One of them said, "This is a human who entered into our world yesterday, while our sea was raging."

And the second one said, "The sea was not raging.  Man, who claims that he is a descendant of the Gods, was making iron war, and his blood is being shed until the color of the water is now crimson; this human is a victim of war."

The third one ventured, "I do not know what war is, but I do know that man, after having subdued the land, became aggressive and resolved to subdue the sea.  He devised a strange object which carried him upon the seas, whereupon our severe Neptune became enraged over his greed.  In order to please Neptune, man commenced offering gifts and sacrifices, and the still body before us is the most recent gift of man to our great and terrible Neptune."

The fourth one asserted, "How great is Neptune, and how cruel is his heart!  If I were the Sultan of the sea I would refuse to accept such payment. . .Come now, and let us examine this ransom.  Perhaps we may enlighten ourselves as to the human clan."

The mermaids approached the youth, probed his pockets and found a message clutched close to his heart; one of them read it aloud to the others:

"My Beloved:
     Midnight has again come, and I have no consolation except my pouring tears, and naught to comfort me save my hope in your return home to me from between the bloody paws of war.  I cannot forget your words when you took your departure: 'Every man has a trust of tears which must be returned some day.'
   I know not what to say, My Beloved, but my soul will pour itself into parchment. . .my soul that suffers through separation, but is consoled by Love that renders pain a joy, and sorrow a happiness.  When Love unified our hearts, and we looked to the day when our two hearts would be joined by the mighty breath of God, War shouted her horrible call and you followed her, prompted by your duty to the leaders.
     What is this duty that separates lovers, causes women to become widows and the children to become orphans?  What is this patriotism which provokes wars and destroys kingdoms through trifles?  And what cause can be more than trifling when compared to but one life?  What is this duty which invites poor villagers, who are looked upon as nothing by the strong and by the sons of inherited nobility, to die for the glory their oppressors?  If duty destroys peace among nations, and patriotism disturbs the tranquility of man's life, then let us say, "Peace be with duty and patriotism."
     No, no, My Beloved!  Heed not my words!  Be courageous and faithful to your country. . .Hearken not unto the talk of a damsel, blinded by Love, and lost through farewell and aloneness. . . .If Love will not restore you to me in this life, then Love will surely join us in the coming life.
                                                                Your Forever"
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The mermaids replaced the note under the youth's raiment and swam silently and sorrowfully away.  As they gathered together at a distance from the body of the dead soldier, one of them said, "The human heart is more severe than the cruel heart of Neptune."

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From Secrets of the Heart / Poems and Meditations
By Kahlil Gibran

Currently reading:
The Prophet
By Kahlil Gibran
July 4, 2008 - Friday 

Current mood:  vital
Category: Art and Photography
by Gabrielle Price

I first purchased a 35mm when I was 20, back in 1987 in the UK.  Upon my return home I had learned that my little brother was playing in a punk rock band.  Surprising to me, since he'd never really played when I left to go across the pond!  The band he played in had booked their first local show so of course I had to go and take photos of my brother's 15 minutes of fame.  As it turned out, that fame lasted a lot longer than 15 minutes and the moments I captured then were seeds that were planted.  My passion for music photography grew from those moments.

Music has always been a major theme in my life.  I've always been a music appreciator and listen to many styles and genres.  Dick Clark once said that 'Every life has a soundtrack' and I believe that wholeheartedly.  Although my brother's band broke up many moons ago, music never left me as an inspiration to create and capture moments in photographs.  Many of my artistic shots are titled after songs, albums or specific lyrics that never left me and inspired many pieces.

Recently, I feel I have come full circle when I take photographs for current bands and venues.  People whom I had met in those early days are still promoting and still playing and it is great to be there with them, watching, listening and snapping.  What I have realized during this renaissance is that the photos I take now are better than before because I have grown.  I think they capture more energy because my eyes and ears are more seasoned now.  I know what to watch for and listen to...chord changes, leads, nods, rim shots.  Even the silences in between...the music simply directs me where to go.  Its great to experience moments like that as an artist because you feel a sense of soundness - one that does not come from outside yourself.  You know you are doing what you love and it loves you right back.

Punk rock has been very good to me as a visual artist but there are many genres of music that I love and enjoy.  Each show offers unique moments of connection in the spirit of communicating to an audience and also the unique communication between musicians.  I believe that live photos will only be as energetic and passionate as the band performing.  If I'm at a music event and the members heart's aren't really in it, the camera can't hide that.  Other bands are so energetic that you have to match the energy level to get great captures - which requires a good amount of stretching beforehand if you really want to dig your heels in!  That's where I have the most fun, when I can feed off that energy and deliver it back in photos.

Witnessing a live show has always been a sharing of energies.  For me, taking photographs at shows marries my passion for the art of photography and the love of music.  Mingle that with the passion of the musicians as they perform their craft for an anticipating audience...

...and that is an old recipe that yields nothing short of magic for this shutterbug.

Thank you for reading.
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2008 © Gabrielle Price Photography
www.gabriellepricephotography.com
(coming soon...)
Currently listening:
Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk)
By Jeff Buckley
Release date: 1998-05-26
June 29, 2008 - Sunday 

When Isolation Is Ok

We all need time alone. Even those of us who are social butterflies need some time to ourselves. Solitude is necessary for meditation and quiet reflection. We also may choose to isolate ourselves when we are busy and need to meet a deadline. We may cherish time alone when we want to give ourselves over to art or music, lose ourselves in a good book, or delve into a personal project. Having time to ourselves allows us to focus completely on our yoga practice or get into the zone while running or strength training. Sometimes we need to be alone to simply do nothing but enjoy the sound of silence. Our alone time revitalizes and replenishes us, grounding us in our own company.

Yet, too much isolation, especially when our intention is to hide, withdraw, or not deal with the realities of our lives is not physically, mentally, or spiritually healthy. It is during moments like these when being in isolation takes us away from our lives, rather than enhancing it. If anything, too much isolation can create a buffer whereby we don't have to deal with our problems. Sometimes, pushing ourselves to deal with our issues and be in our lives, rather than isolate, is one of the best gifts we can give to ourselves.

Also, just as it is important for us to have our "alone" time, we need to remember that as human beings, we are by nature social creatures that thrive on human contact. Our lives cannot occur in a vacuum, and we cannot fully live in this world without interacting with others. Consider using isolation as time spent for rest, reinvigoration, and personal growth. Isolation can then not only empower you, but it can allow you to return to your work and your relationships restored and ready for life.
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www.dailyom.com
Currently reading:
Tropic of Cancer
By Henry Miller
June 27, 2008 - Friday 

Current mood:  catalyzed
Category: Art and Photography

Beautiful new adaptation from the silent 1912 short film The Little Match Seller, based on the story The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Anderson

For my daughter, Adri who will always be my little girl and my little pixie niece, Isabella.
(Oh, and my new niece, Micki) :)  I love you! XO
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"Never let it be said that, "It's only your imagination." In the saga of life, your imagination is everything. It is your creative faculty. It has, quite simply, the power and the potential to change the world."
Currently listening:
Glassworks
Release date: 2008-07-01
May 3, 2008 - Saturday 

Current mood:  blessed
Dear friends,
I watched the most amazing documentary last night on Ansel Adams (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/ansel/index.html) check your local listings - it is worth a watch to anyone who enjoys photography and a love letter for those with a passion for the art of photography.

This is but a fragment of the transcript here that touched me last night and I wanted to share it with my friends.  His letter below spoke volumes to me and made me realize how truely grateful I am for my friends and their constant love and support.  I am honored to be part of a good tribe. ~ G

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John Szarkowski, Photographer & Curator on Adams: The reason that he is as important to us as I think he is is because he was a good artist, and on his best days he was a terrific artist, and he found some way to put together those little fragments of the world in a way that transformed them into a picture. In the same way that, you know, a poet uses the same dictionaries that the rest of us do. All the words are in there...all the words in the poem are there, they're in alphabetical order so you can find them ... and it's just a matter of taking a few of them and putting them in the right order, and that's all there is to it. And so why is it that some lines of poetry, some sentences grasp us, you know, grip us, and we think, "That's, that's right, that's true, whatever, I don't know quite what that means, but whatever it means it's true." And a good picture does something like that. ... the best of Ansel's ....are part of our memory, part of our sense of what a picture might be made out of, what it might look like and what it might ultimately be about, which is the part we can't explain.

On June 10th, 1937, in a letter to his best friend, Cedric Wright, he struggled to put into words what he had come to understand, about the things that mattered most.

Dear Cedric. A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that relate to those who are loved and those who are real friends. For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be. Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things...Friendship is another form of love -- more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptances of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality. Art is both love and friendship and understanding: the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of things. It is more than kindness, which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is a recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the interrelations of these.

Ansel.

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Love you all,

Gabrielle

April 16, 2008 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  creative
Category: Art and Photography
In honor of a brilliant visual artist (and a personal hero) who changed the landscape of film and comedy.


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My favorite photo of Charlie...a still from his film, Modern Times (1936)


My favorite silent film of his was The Kid.  It still makes me cry. The Great Dictator, his first 'talkie', is a close second.


Recommendations: If you are curious to learn more, rent or add to your Netflix, the movie "Chaplin", released in 1992.  A stellar cast and a great watch for anyone who considers themselves a movie fan. Also, check out his autobiography, 'Charles Chaplin: My Autobiography' published in 1964. It's great read, even if you aren't partial to silent films. Charlie Chaplin certainly lived a fascinating, inspiring life.  He was a genuis and a true world citizen.


Without futher ado...Happy Birthday, Charlie Chaplin.


Charlie's Artistic Legacy (a few select ripples in a great pool of genius)
 

At the conclusion of 1917, Chaplin signed a contract with First National to produce eight two-reel films. First National financed and distributed these pictures (1918-23) but otherwise gave him complete creative control over production which he could perform at a more relaxed pace that allowed him to focus on quality. Chaplin built his own Hollywood studio and using his independence, created a remarkable, timeless body of work that remains entertaining and influential.

In 1919, Chaplin co-founded the United Artists film distribution company with Mary Pickford, Douglas Fairbanks and D.W. Griffith, all of whom were seeking to escape the growing power consolidation of film distributors and financiers in the developing Hollywood studio system. This move, along with complete control of his film production through his studio, assured Chaplin's independence as a film-maker. He served on the board of UA until the early 1950s.

During World War I Chaplin was criticized in the British press for not joining the Army. He had in fact presented himself for service, but was denied for being too small and underweight. Chaplin raised substantial funds for the war effort during War bond drives, by making, at his own expense, The Bond, a comedic propaganda film used in 1918. The lingering controversy reportedly is thought to have prevented Chaplin from receiving a knighthood in the 1930s.

His first "talkie", The Great Dictator (1940), was an act of defiance against German dictator Adolf Hitler and Nazism, filmed and released in the United States one year before the US abandoned its policy of isolationism to enter World War II. Chaplin played the role of a Nazi-like dictator "Adenoid Hynkel" Dictator of Tomainia, clearly modeled on Hitler. The film also showcased comedian Jack Oakie as "Benzino Napaloni", dictator of Bacteria. The Napaloni character was clearly a jab at Italian dictator Benito Mussolini and Fascism.

(The brilliant globe scene...a classic...)


Paulette Goddard filmed with Chaplin, depicting a woman in the ghetto. The film was seen as an act of courage in the political environment of the time, both for its ridicule of Nazism and for the portrayal of overt Jewish characters and the depiction of their persecution. Chaplin played both the role of Adenoid Hynkel and that of a look-alike Jewish barber cruelly persecuted by the Nazis. The barber physically resembles Chaplin's Tramp character, but is not considered to be the Tramp. At the conclusion, the two characters Chaplin portrayed swapped positions through a complex plot, and he dropped out of his comic character to address the audience directly in a speech.  

(Still awe inspiring and relevant, this speech captured his passion and love of country and humanity.  Amazing for his first 'talkie' and must watch for any film geek...cinematic gold)




During the era of McCarthyism, Chaplin was accused of "un-American activities" as a suspected communist sympathizer and J. Edgar Hoover, who had instructed the FBI to keep extensive secret files on him, tried to end his United States residency. FBI pressure on Chaplin grew after his 1942 campaign for a second European front in the war and reached a critical level in the late 1940s, when Congressional figures threatened to call him as a witness in hearings.

When the first Oscars were awarded on May 16, 1929, the voting audit procedures that now exist had not yet been put into place, and the categories were still very fluid. Chaplin had originally been nominated for both Best Actor and Best Comedy Directing for his movie The Circus, but his name was withdrawn and the Academy decided to give him a special award "for versatility and genius in acting, writing, directing and producing The Circus" instead. The other film to receive a special award that year was The Jazz Singer.

In 1952, Chaplin left the US for what was intended as a brief trip home to the United Kingdom for the London premiere of Limelight. J. Edgar Hoover learned of the trip and negotiated with the Immigration and Naturalization Service to revoke Chaplin's re-entry permit. Chaplin decided not to re-enter the United States, writing; ".....Since the end of the last world war, I have been the object of lies and propaganda by powerful reactionary groups who, by their influence and by the aid of America's yellow press, have created an unhealthy atmosphere in which liberal-minded individuals can be singled out and persecuted. Under these conditions I find it virtually impossible to continue my motion-picture work, and I have therefore given up my residence in the United States."

Chaplin has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (Chaplin's star was not dedicated until the 1970s, due to controversies over his politics in the 1950s and 1960s). In 1985 he was honored with his image on a postage stamp of the United Kingdom, and in 1994 he appeared on a United States postage stamp designed by caricaturist Al Hirschfeld. He has also a bronze statue in Waterville, County Kerry in Ireland, to show Irish appreciation for his love of the country.

In 1975, on March 4, he was finally knighted at age eighty-five as a Knight Commander of the British Empire (KBE) by Queen Elizabeth II. The honor was first proposed in 1931, and again in 1956, when it was vetoed by the then Conservative government for fears of damage to relations with the United States at the height of the Cold War and planned invasion of Suez of that year

Chaplin was left-handed. In one book of left-handed lore, he is shown playing a violin left-handed. He rebuilt a violin to make left-handed playing easier; this would require disassembling it, moving inside parts around, and reboring the holes in the neck for the tuning pegs to allow him to restring the instrument.

Chaplin's second honorary Oscar award came forty-four years later in 1972, and was for "the incalculable effect he has had in making motion pictures the art form of this century". He came out of his exile to accept his award, and received the longest standing ovation in Academy Award history, lasting a full five minutes.

He died in his sleep on Christmas Day, 1977, in Vevey, Switzerland, aged 88. He was interred in Corsier-Sur-Vevey Cemetery, Vaud, Switzerland. On March 1, 1978, his body was stolen by a small group of Polish and Bulgarian mechanics in an attempt to extort money from his family. The plot failed, the robbers were captured, and his body was recovered. He was reburied under two meters of concrete to prevent further attempts.

A minor planet 3623 Chaplin, discovered by Soviet astronomer Lyudmila Georgievna Karachkina in 1981 is named after him.


(Sources, Wikipedia, & Charles Chaplin: My Autobiography. Simon & Schuster, 1964.)

Thanks for reading!
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Gabrielle
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us" ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes