Since he was adopted by staff members as a kitten, Oscar the Cat has had an uncanny ability to predict when residents are about to die. Thus far, he has presided over the deaths of more than 25 residents on the third floor of Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. His mere presence at the bedside is viewed by physicians and nursing home staff as an almost absolute indicator of impending death, allowing staff members to adequately notify families. Oscar has also provided companionship to those who would otherwise have died alone. For his work, he is highly regarded by thephysicians and staff at Steere House and by the families of the residents whom he serves.
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Some of you already know The Reverend. Now I’d like to introduce you to his brother, The Minister of Arms - he considers himself a self-taught spiritual guide for a professional vegan arm wrestler destined to be the next champion of the world, Rob Bigwood.
President Obama’s New Conference: “Steady progress.” That’s what it’s all about.
Remembering Seeds of Love, the Soup Dragons & Lucy
Remembering Tears for Fears, “Sowing the Seeds of Love”. I remember borrowing this audio cassette from the Glendale Library in Queens. It was a classicly hot summer vacation. Junior High School? Maybe High School. This was the latest album from a group I took a lot of flack for from my family for liking. There was some kind of music video night on TV which we’d watch and I was enthralled by “Shout” which was staying hot at the top of the list. Mom liked to tell me I had the same big lips as Mr. Orzabal did when I pouted. That brought many a laugh at the Chi family home. Back to Glendale - I had decided to meet up with an old best friend whom I hadn’t seen since Elementary school. The library was fairly old at the time. Lax security and all that. I remember I borrowed some Heifitz too… All concertos, Bruch, Beethoven, Mendelson - the good stuff. Around this time I was listening to the Soup Dragons’ “Lovegod” which pegs us at 1990. Back at home I had a green anole named, at first Soup, later Lucy. I used to buy live crickets to feed her from a pet store at the Broadway stop on the LIRR. I felt sorry for those little guys too, but Lucy came first. Still, she died sometime after, maybe next year, in the palm of my hand, her small lungs bellowing against her hair-like ribs, her head heavy, her green skin loose and cold against mine.
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Metal Opera (1990)
I made this back in high school. I looped a couple of double-deck tape recorders splitting cables and such to make my own homemade fourtrack back then. Some important notes are flat - which adds to its charm, of course. Are my fingers as nimble as they were then? Am I as creative? Who knows? But listen to the sweet way my former self controlled the feedback ladies and gentlemen. Youth is not wasted on the young.
Confusing One Tumblelog for Another
I keep confusing my Tumblelogs, so today I posted two things to the wrong one. One of the posts was audio, meaning I already used up my audio quota for today so I can’t repost it in the proper place. Apparently we can’t move an entry or duplicate from one Tumblelog to another even though we have access to both. Woah, I almost did it again. Tumblr needs to make it more obvious which Tumblelog dashboard I’m in at the moment.
Listening to the feed coming in from JFK right now. They’ve got a m3u link so you can listen from iTunes. These air traffic controllers - you figure they must be pretty good at chess right?
Here’s something, they’re spitting all this information out, but they still have the decency to signoff with “Have a good day.” I’m loving it. There’s an elegance to the bare simplicity of the necessary information being transmitted. Quite a few women on here as well.
I’m fascinated folks!
I’m famished.
Déjà Vu in a Dream
Man I seriously had a bad case of the déjà vu last night while I was watching “Oasis.” I knew I’d seen this scene before, but of course I’ve never seen that movie. But it was in a dream I had - it must’ve been at least five years ago or more. But it came back to me instantly. I knew it was the dream. This same dream which I hadn’t thought about in years, reappeared and floated on top of the scene I was watching and matched perfectly. And I remember the dream itself was a vivid one, a dream you felt was really happening while you were dreaming it - in fact, now that I think, it was a dream that gave you déjà vu while you were dreaming it. But what does that mean?
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This ever happen to you? You get kinda nostalgic and obsessive about a song, like for instance, Soul Asylum’s “Runaway Train” and so you need to fire up Garageband and spend an hour covering it? And while you’re singing, you’re thinking oh god, my throat is so dry… please don’t mess up this take… again. Yeah I feel you.
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