If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Claire Keane

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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JVL
hello vonnie
Mike Driver
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Sade Olutola
Keni
One Nice Bug Per Day
Show & Tell
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka
DEAR READER

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If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
The song played in memory of Charlie Skinner in the last episode of The Newsroom from HBO. I don't own any rights about it, but i think it was a really great...
Great ending to a great TV series. Newsroom, I will miss you.
A day that will forever be cemented in my mind.
Sometimes I think Walmart might be the modern Holly’s Tiffany’s. I can’t count the nights I’ve found solace rummaging through the $5 movie bin or wondering if a bouquet of fake roses would *actually* brighten my living room, which still has cardboard moving boxes in the corner.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
As writers and as readers we should look for ways that the outer journey can mirror an inner journey. That is not only what good travel writing is about; it’s what life is about.
Adam Hochschild, an American journalist and author. As a college student, he spent a summer working for an anti-government newspaper in South Africa and subsequently worked briefly in Mississippi during the civil rights movement.
(A beautiful quote highlighted in one of my college textbooks, Telling True Stories: A Nonfiction Writers' Guide.)
An abandoned krewe float rests on the bluff of the Mississippi River. (one of the many colorful sights found while jogging along the mighty waterway)
Walk the streets of Natchez, Miss. and you can almost hear 300 years of splendid history whispering in your ear. You just feel it. It’s the oldest settlement on the Mississippi River, and here you can come face to face with the grand water that has carried trade and travelers for the past few hundred years, and the music and stories that have flowed out from these banks mark beginnings of time in many ways.
“It’s kind of this chameleon thing, picking up voices from all over the country. I feel like I go into different characters when I write some of these songs.” —Alynda Segarra, Bronx-native songwriter, on what drew her to Southern folk music
"Polish a phrase until it captures the light." —Clive James, an expatriate Australian writer, poet, essayist, critic and commentator on popular culture.
Photographer Andy Anderson documents life along the banks of the mighty river as it winds through the South
"Riding some stretches of river road is like being in two centuries at once. The windowless houses emanate a spirituality suggesting that the world is constantly dissolving in wind and rain, the poor places demonstrating how it all happens — this Heraclitean fire we are caught up in, this gradual diminishing toward the next world."
A beautiful cover of "Ring Them Bells," originally sung by Bob Dylan in his 1989 album, Oh Mercy.
Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong
Photography by Henri Cartier-Bresson (Natchez, Miss. c. 1947)
Origins of Lagniappe
We picked up one excellent word — a word worth travelling to New Orleans to get; a nice limber, expressive, handy word — "lagniappe." They pronounce it lanny-yap. It is Spanish — so they said. We discovered it at the head of a column of odds and ends in the Picayune, the first day; heard twenty people use it the second; inquired what it meant the third; adopted it and got facility in swinging it the fourth. It has a restricted meaning, but I think the people spread it out a little when they choose. It is the equivalent of the thirteenth roll in a "baker's dozen." It is something thrown in, gratis, for good measure. The custom originated in the Spanish quarter of the city. When a child or a servant buys something in a shop — or even the mayor or the governor, for aught I know — he finishes the operation by saying — "Give me something for lagniappe."
—excerpt from Mark Twain's Life on the Mississippi (1883)
(keeping this word in my back pocket for the next time I get an extra doughnut at the Krispy Kreme drive-thru)
Long ago in Memphis town Streets were filled with a glorious sound You could still see an old woman just standing there Magnolia blossoms shining in her hair
Those kind of lines don’t come along often to songwriters, though they seem to come with ease to Alynda Lee Segarra. She wrote “Everybody Knows” after visiting the Civil Rights Museum in Memphis. There, she found a parallel to modern Florida, where Trayvon Martin drew suspicion in a hooded sweatshirt, and was shot dead by a man who later claimed self-defense.
By the end of Segarra’s bluesy dirge, we're all guilty in some way for the death of Trayvon Martin. “Everybody knows what’s waiting at the end of the road / And everybody sees but they don't care to believe,” she sings, letting that last syllable drift off in the breeze.
Sarah Winward of Honey of a Thousand Flowers shares how she became interested in flowers and where she sees the world of floral arrangement going.
An interview I did for Celebrate magazine featuring Utah-based floral designer Sarah Winward of Honey of a Thousand Flowers. Sarah realized her passion for floral design while visiting with a beekeeper in Morocco. "He told us about the honey he harvested from orange blossoms, thyme, cactus blossoms—whatever was in season," she recalls. When the keeper asked Sarah what kind of honey was harvested in Utah, she tried to explain, in broken dialect, that their honey came from multiple types of flowers. In Arabic, the keeper then said "that means honey of a thousand flowers."