As Greg Swiller and his trio play in the background.
almost home
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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macklin celebrini has autism
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Origami Around
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
The Bright Sessions

#extradirty
Today's Document

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

@theartofmadeline
The Bowery Presents
todays bird
occasionally subtle
NASA
seen from Netherlands

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seen from United States
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seen from China
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seen from Spain

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@batterybooksmusic-blog
As Greg Swiller and his trio play in the background.
Hypergraphia and Nichols
I was at a Frank Bretschneider performance a couple of weeks ago and during it realized how fun it would be to have Mira-Lani Bernard do her hypergraphia on the walls of The Battery.
Waiting for someone to recognize the Mike Nichols (and Elaine May)
I've put on the turntable but maybe I should wait until a customer comes in.
I love used bookstores! After moving to Alhambra a couple months ago I finally got the chance to find a nice used bookstore in the area. I loved the home-y feeling and the great collection. The best part about walking into a used bookstore is the hidden gems: I came in wanting to look for a copy of Stephen King's Carrie but came out with a couple other mysteries. Definitely going to make this a regular spot for me. Oh and the staff is really helpful and nice too!
Alex Y.'s December 15 review of The Battery on Yelp!
The Battery (28 September 2012)
Piles of paper leaves
bound together by glue
of by thread, or by both.
Having nothing in common
but that and words.
Filled with words even if
they’re only filled with
pictures they’re filled with words.
The air is heavy with words.
Heavy with the music of the
clerk’s choice, whoever
is working that day or hour.
Narrow aisles with more words
jumping out at you and a
corner of toys for the children.
Words that have yet to be
discovered.
I will come back again and
again and again.
Recent purchase at The Battery in South Pasadena
At The Battery
You make the letters In my head drip off the ends Of my finger tips and Rest on the crook of your neck When you read out loud a Choice sentence or title And my toes form single file When you stick your hand out Behind you and wiggle your fingers Playing the melody that Captures me whole.
Now this is a lyric gem that makes me get all soft and squishy inside! ;3
A selection of some of the most attractive covers from our recent arrivals. More on the way!
Artur Rodzinski is practically forgotten today. Which is a tragedy as he was one of the very greatest conductors of the 20th century. Marrying frenzied passion with exacting precision, he wrought performances and recordings that gained the admiration of musicians and listening audiences alike.
Among his greatest achievements were his commitment to modern music (most notably introducing American audiences to Shostakovich's Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk District, a premiere which was attended by a veritable who's who of the American musical scene, and prompted an outraged New York Times to dub the opera "pornophony"), raising the standard of the Cleveland Orchestra to a virtuosic world-class level, and leaving behind a treasury of recordings that still stand among the very best ever made.
But more importantly, Rodzinski had a bit of a temper problem that caused friction with the orchestras that he worked with. Arriving at a rehearsal, the first thing Rodzinski would do is nonchalantly open up his coat, reach into his breast pocket, then pull out his always loaded revolver, which he would then set calmly on his music stand.
Bad-ass.