I want to talk about my feelings about trains.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith
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Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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I want to talk about my feelings about trains.
This is an entry from the 2011 National Geographic Photo Contest.
A description of the image from the photographer:
An unexpected side-effect of the 2010 flooding in parts of Sindh, Pakistan, was that millions of spiders climbed up into the trees to escape the rising flood waters; because of the scale of the flooding and the fact that the water took so long to recede, many trees became cocooned in spiders webs. People in the area had never seen this phenomenon before, but they also reported that there were less mosquitos than they would have expected, given the amount of standing water that was left. Not being bitten by mosquitos was one small blessing for people that lost everything in the floods. (c) Russell Watkins
Click through to see some other entries featured by the Atlantic.
From the album A Wasteland Companion [April 10 in North America on Merge Records, April 9 in Europe on Bella Union]. http://mwardmusic.com/
Sometimes I think that all pop music is conspiring to make me feel like a nag.
Fingertips, Part 2 by Stevie Wonder. I have tons of stuff I'm supposed to be doing so obviously posting this is my top priority.
I'm not getting anything done.
There are three states of being. Not knowing, action and completion.
Accept that everything is a draft. It helps to get it done.
There is no editing stage.
Pretending you know what you're doing is almost the same as knowing what you are doing, so just accept that you know what you're doing even if you don't and do it.
Banish procrastination. If you wait more than a week to get an idea done, abandon it.
The point of being done is not to finish but to get other things done.
Once you're done you can throw it away.
Laugh at perfection. It's boring and keeps you from being done.
People without dirty hands are wrong. Doing something makes you right.
Failure counts as done. So do mistakes.
Destruction is a variant of done.
If you have an idea and publish it on the internet, that counts as a ghost of done.
Done is the engine of more.
By some guy named Bre Pettis.
From: http://www.brepettis.com/blog/2009/3/3/the-cult-of-done-manifesto.html
Discovered here: http://www.brainpickings.org
My favorite new song from my Zumba class.
This?
I don't know how to use a computer. Is this a computer?
White Dove by John Vanderslice.
I wish I was going to see him and all of this: http://35denton.com/ .
Woody Guthrie's New Year's resolutions from 1943.
More here: http://www.woodyguthrie.org/newyearsrulins.htm
There's a film coming out this month called Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged (showtimes and trailers here: http://www.atlasshrugged-thedoc.com/ but I warn you, it's mostly "Rand knew it, THE END IS NEAR!"). It looks like a stinker to me, but the trailer does show a bit of her 1959 interview with Mike Wallace, which is worth watching 100 times.
Part 2
Part 3
I'm not sorry about this phase, though.
Daniel Johnston, To Go Home.
The sudden appearance of the "Download Previous Purchases" option in iTunes is like digging up a little time capsule. I'm sorry about this phase of my life and for any of the times when I might have made you sit on my dorm room floor and listen to Alan Lomax recordings.
My mother thought I'd be lonely this New Year's Eve so she lit a fire in a barrel in our backyard. She called it hippie television.