I just finished a website for Patrick Kipper, a master bronze art patineur with over 30 years experience in the field of bronze patination and the science of fine art conservation.
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December 9th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I just finished a website for Patrick Kipper, a master bronze art patineur with over 30 years experience in the field of bronze patination and the science of fine art conservation.
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December 8th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I go back and forth on Adrian Belew: some of the music he has put out is absolutely brilliant, other things are a real affront to my ears.
I do have a pretty good way of figuring out, before hearing a piece of his, whether I’ll like it or not: If it’s instrumental, I’m interested. If it has lyrics, I’m extremely wary. (of course, that’s my attitude with music, in general) That being said, the man can write the occasional set of lyrics that work for me. This week’s song is such.
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December 7th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
According to various news sources, a sign has been put up near a nativity scene in Seattle by the Freedom From Religion folks reading:
“At this season of the Winter Solstice may reason prevail. There are no gods, no devils, no angels, no heaven or hell. There is only our natural world. Religion is but myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds.”
Now I may wholeheartedly agree with the sentiments of this sign (and I do) but I find it to be tantamount to, and thus as offensive as, any of the unasked for religious proselytizing the group claims to be protesting.
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December 5th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
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December 2nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Leave it to my friend Shlomo Jimmy to turn me on to something that is at once cool, interesting, unnerving, and, in it’s present form at least, utterly useless.
Impressed as I am by their graphic work, I’d be a lot more impressed if she bit at the cursor when you clicked it near her mouth – or blinked and teared up if you managed to click right on her eye. Is it just me or do her eyes look red? Late nights on a computer? Cannabis? Bad design choice?
They’re missing another bet, too: how long before we get a fluffy, little kitten that swipes at your cursor? That’d be more popular than some vaguely conscious girl …
December 1st, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I was introduced to Beck’s music in 1994 by a wack southerner named Aaron via a promo EP he’d scored entitled: “Loser.”
The soon-to-be-famous title track had yet to gain the rotation that would propel its author to stardom and the opinions of most who heard it at the time were that it was a goofy knock-off that would fade as quickly as it had arrived.
Aaron was not so sure.
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November 29th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
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November 23rd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
This post is an addendum to another, located here: The After School Special
A call to my brother yesterday left me with the urge to append an addendum to the heartwarming, lip-smacking tale of my childhood’s clandestine pet food consumption.
For one thing, I’d forgotten Gaines-Burgers.
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November 22nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
“Vice, virtue … It’s best not to be too moral: you cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality. If you apply that to life, then you’re bound to live it fully.“
Ruth Gordon as Maude in Harold and Maude
I just saw this film for the first time and feel stupid having waited so long – I really liked it. Sure, it has a lot of 1971 funk and isn’t entirely successful but if any film has had an influence on director Wes Anderson (“Rushmore”, “Royal Tenenbaums”), this one has. Great quotes and messages throughout.
There’s a great scene in the second trailer on the dvd where you see Harold and Maude watching the sunset on the beach with a gigantic, impromptu sign in the sand before them (“UCK WAR” it says, partially off camera – two men run in and disassemble the UCK).
November 21st, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
(I’ve had hundreds of ideas over the years and, due to finances, sheer laziness, or the fact that the idea is completely ridiculous, have only attempted a few of them. As I dribble slowly towards quietus, it is time I quit holding so close to my chest the ones I am unlikely to ever attempt)
This idea is truly harebrained, ethically reprehensible, and stems from dreams of flight I’ve had since childhood:
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November 19th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
When I was growing up there weren’t a lot of snacks in the house and what there were we weren’t to eat. We didn’t have much money and my father didn’t hold with snacks. You ate at mealtimes and that was that.
Unfortunately, when you’re growing, there are times of nearly constant hunger. You’re satiated for so little of the time and then the gnawing comes back, a sympathetic vibration of your metabolism stretching your bones and tissue to fill your DNA’s incontrovertible requisition form.
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November 18th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Okay, I just listened all of the way through the Durutti Column’s The Guitar and Other Machines album again (for the first time in forever, if you ignore the times my ipod has randomly spit out bits of it) and I think I’ve finally come to the conclusion that it’s actually pretty darned good, if dated.
In any case, it’s better than the Washington State Unemployment Board hold music (a sappy, soapy, female vocal version of Aerosmith’s “Dream On”) presently pumping into my earbud …
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November 17th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
One cold, January day in the early 80’s, with eyes on an expedition into the iced-over irrigation ditch behind our house, I decide a pair of black, rubber overshoes would be my best choice of foot gear. I’ve not worn such a thing in forever, a combination of woolen stockings, waterproofed boots, and diligently avoiding standing water having replaced the cumbersome, black and, truth be told, hated rubber overshoes of my youth.
Sometimes, however, they’re just the thing.
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