Free Nunlike Reject is an anagram. It's also a place for writing, pictures, whatever comes to mind. Most of the pictures are of my native Los Angeles. I can't help it. I love it here.
1.30.2011
Song of the day - Something's Gone Wrong Again
Today's song of the day is "Something's Gone Wrong Again" by The Buzzcocks. But it hasn't at all. It's been a really nice day so far.
Stats - January 2011
I am always curious to see who looked at my blog. I can only see the country that the viewers came from and how many views from that country. I'm thrilled that anyone looks frankly. Hello out there!
These are the stats this month:
United States 271
Malaysia 21
Slovenia 16
Denmark 12
France 5
Russia 3
United Kingdom 2
Netherlands 2
Canada 1
Germany 1
These are the stats this month:
United States 271
Malaysia 21
Slovenia 16
Denmark 12
France 5
Russia 3
United Kingdom 2
Netherlands 2
Canada 1
Germany 1
1.28.2011
1.27.2011
Song of the day - I'm a Lady
Today's song of the day is Santigold's "I'm a Lady" set to some amateur theatrics including a mad scientist, a toy poodle and a super villian with ping pong ball eyes.
1.26.2011
song of the day - Galway Girl
Today's song of the day is "Galway Girl" performed by Sharon Shannon and Steve Earle. Live at the Kennedy Center. I prefer the version from Earle's album Transcendental Blues, but this is cool too.
1.25.2011
1.22.2011
1.21.2011
song of the day - Fortress
Today's song of the day is "Fortress" by Pinback. Stop, It's too late, I'm feeling frustrated...
Poem of the week - Atlas by Kay Ryan
I know you have been wondering what poem Irene would share with us today.
Well here it is:
Extreme exertion
isolates a person
from help,
discovered Atlas.
Once a certain
shoulder-to-burden
ratio collapses,
there is so little
others can do:
they can’t
lend a hand
with Brazil
and not stand
on Peru.
Well here it is:
Extreme exertion
isolates a person
from help,
discovered Atlas.
Once a certain
shoulder-to-burden
ratio collapses,
there is so little
others can do:
they can’t
lend a hand
with Brazil
and not stand
on Peru.
1.19.2011
Song of the day - Home
Today's song of the day is "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. It's a happy live performance at KCRW.
1.18.2011
song of the day - Temptation
Today's song of the day is "Temptation" by New Order set to a cool little film/video. This was my favorte song to play at my college radio station, KLBC.
1.15.2011
1.14.2011
America by Tony Hoagland
Another poem introduced to me by Irene:
Then one of the students with blue hair and a tongue stud
Says that America is for him a maximum-security prison
Whose walls are made of RadioShacks and Burger Kings, and MTV episodes
Where you can’t tell the show from the commercials,
And as I consider how to express how full of shit I think he is,
He says that even when he’s driving to the mall in his Isuzu
Trooper with a gang of his friends, letting rap music pour over them
Like a boiling Jacuzzi full of ballpeen hammers, even then he feels
Buried alive, captured and suffocated in the folds
Of the thick satin quilt of America
And I wonder if this is a legitimate category of pain,
or whether he is just spin doctoring a better grade,
And then I remember that when I stabbed my father in the dream last night,
It was not blood but money
That gushed out of him, bright green hundred-dollar bills
Spilling from his wounds, and—this is the weird part—,
He gasped “Thank god—those Ben Franklins were
Clogging up my heart—
And so I perish happily,
Freed from that which kept me from my liberty”—
Which was when I knew it was a dream, since my dad
Would never speak in rhymed couplets,
And I look at the student with his acne and cell phone and phony ghetto clothes
And I think, “I am asleep in America too,
And I don’t know how to wake myself either,”
And I remember what Marx said near the end of his life:
“I was listening to the cries of the past,
When I should have been listening to the cries of the future.”
But how could he have imagined 100 channels of 24-hour cable
Or what kind of nightmare it might be
When each day you watch rivers of bright merchandise run past you
And you are floating in your pleasure boat upon this river
Even while others are drowning underneath you
And you see their faces twisting in the surface of the waters
And yet it seems to be your own hand
Which turns the volume higher?
Then one of the students with blue hair and a tongue stud
Says that America is for him a maximum-security prison
Whose walls are made of RadioShacks and Burger Kings, and MTV episodes
Where you can’t tell the show from the commercials,
And as I consider how to express how full of shit I think he is,
He says that even when he’s driving to the mall in his Isuzu
Trooper with a gang of his friends, letting rap music pour over them
Like a boiling Jacuzzi full of ballpeen hammers, even then he feels
Buried alive, captured and suffocated in the folds
Of the thick satin quilt of America
And I wonder if this is a legitimate category of pain,
or whether he is just spin doctoring a better grade,
And then I remember that when I stabbed my father in the dream last night,
It was not blood but money
That gushed out of him, bright green hundred-dollar bills
Spilling from his wounds, and—this is the weird part—,
He gasped “Thank god—those Ben Franklins were
Clogging up my heart—
And so I perish happily,
Freed from that which kept me from my liberty”—
Which was when I knew it was a dream, since my dad
Would never speak in rhymed couplets,
And I look at the student with his acne and cell phone and phony ghetto clothes
And I think, “I am asleep in America too,
And I don’t know how to wake myself either,”
And I remember what Marx said near the end of his life:
“I was listening to the cries of the past,
When I should have been listening to the cries of the future.”
But how could he have imagined 100 channels of 24-hour cable
Or what kind of nightmare it might be
When each day you watch rivers of bright merchandise run past you
And you are floating in your pleasure boat upon this river
Even while others are drowning underneath you
And you see their faces twisting in the surface of the waters
And yet it seems to be your own hand
Which turns the volume higher?
song of the day - Les Oiseaux Vont Chanter
Today's song of the day is "Les Oiseaux Vont Chanter" by The Red Stick Ramblers.
1.11.2011
Song of the day - Lull
Today's song of the day is Andrew Bird's "Lull" set to an interesting little animated short about a man and a squid.
1.10.2011
song of the day - Just Like Old Times
Today's song of the day is Todd Snider's "Just Like Old Times".
1.07.2011
Song of the day - Let's Talk About Spaceships - Huntington Beach Sunset
Today's song of the day is "Let's Talk About Spaceships" by Say Hi To Your Mom set to a Huntington Beach sunset. Can you see the oil derrick in the distance? Ah, the views of home.
1.06.2011
Today's sky over Universal Lot mostly facing west - it was incredible
1.05.2011
1.04.2011
song of the day - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Today's song of the day is "Sunday Morning Coming Down" by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes.
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