The Young Path

There is a path in the woods, winding, playfully around the biggest and oldest trees. The path climbed up a small hill and back down the other side. It looped out into a grove where young animals play and romp in the spring and summertime. The path itself was fairly young, not paved, merely cleared at places, trampled at others and with shiny dirt sparkling in the sun.

On one fine sunny morning, the path was enjoying itself: the breeze was gently blowing, some mist was getting blown onto the the path cooling it down from the warm sun that was baking down. the birds were singing merrily on their branches and flying across the sky in twos and threes. The path was happy, today was a good day.

A black snake slithered from one part of the forest to another, passing briefly on the path, glad for break in the sun. the snake slithered on, remembering the happy path if he ever was to come back that way again.

The day was nice, if not certainly perfect. But like all wonderful things it couldn't last forever, and no sooner than the path had this thought, there was a disturbance in the very densely wooded part of the forest.

In that part of the woods there was a loud crash, followed shortly after by another slightly louder crash, then a softer thud. A pause of silence for a few moments then a series of squawks, squeaks, barks and roars. The forest path was worried, the forest had been peaceful for so long; whatever could be the problem now?!

From as close to the area of commotion as possible the little path found a part of itself as to see what might have happened. The path was lucky and shifted its focus to that part of the woods just in time; a stranger to the woods, a black fox with a dark red tipped tail burst across the path, shadows whooshing in its wake.

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Now for some music. My friend posted this on facebook the other day, and I thought it was a pretty great cover. Enjoy

Bon Iver
Come Talk to Me (originally done by Peter Gabriel)

Treatise on Wooing

Let's say you're at a concert, or a show, or a sporting event or maybe you're seeing a street performer do a spontaneous trick! You love to clap, everyone does! Well okay or to be fair maybe you're a person who doesn't enjoy clapping at all. But that's not really the point at all. The point is that its a time to show appreciation at the thing you're seeing, but wait! your hands are occupied! Oh no! Maybe you're drinking some sort of beverage, or holding a loved one's hand or who knows?! whatever the reason, you cannot clap, so what do you do?

Well you've got a few options: shout a "woo", or a "Yeah!", or a wolf-whistle. now I can whistle pretty well, but by no means can I do the ear-drum-splitting, two-fingers-stuck-in-the-mouth, wolf whistle that gets attention and shows appreciation. But if you can, go for it!

There also shouting "Yeah!", which I like, but I think it has some drawbacks: a) it puts some unwanted strain on the vocal chords b) I don't believe you can "yeah!" at quite as high a frequency, so if everyone else is making a lot of noise you might get drowned out in the ocean of noise.

Here we come to the final choice: The Woo. The double 'o' vowel alows for a structure giving to a greater range in frequency: you can mold the sound up and down as you yell. Making it quite versatile indeed.

But it really doesn't matter what you do, so long as you're having fun.

Heck-of-a-weekend!

A weekend that started off with seeing a great film festival movie with someone pretty amazing. The film was called "Der Sandmann" about a man in Germany who starts leaking sand as he's sleeping. The cinematography popped off the screen, the colours were so vivid, the story was very original, and the ending was sweet.

My parents came down and we went hiking Saturday afternoon, which was a lot of fun. It had been real rainy the past few days so the waterfalls were extremely active, whooshing water and gurgling little streams. Then we went to see The Decemberists in Columbus that evening. It was a phenomenal show. Got to be eaten by a giant whale, which is always a fun activity. I have some good stories from the concert...but that might be for a different time.

In other news I would love to tell you all about this band that I have been really digging lately. They are called The One AM Radio and they play some of the most fun-dancey-sad music you have ever heard. You'll be toe-tapping and headbopping along before you know it.

The One AM Radio
Credible Threats