Entries by Rayne

Monday: Fierce Dog

Hunger and fear are the only realities in dog life: an empty stomach makes a fierce dog. — excerpt, personal journal of Capt. Robert Falcon Scott This short film by Aaron Dunleavy was inspired by his childhood in Blackburn, Lancashire UK. The script was improvised and cast using locals. All districts in Lancashire voted Leave […]

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Friday: There’s Always The Second Line

After the shock, denial, horror, anger, and grief of death, there’s always the second line. Seems fitting today in the wake of Brexit to observe the passing of an ideal — a United Kingdom, in harmony with its European neighbors and allies — that we have a second line. You’re probably familiar with the imagery […]

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Thursday: Rough Beast

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. — excerpt, The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats, c. 1919 This lovely bit of atmospheric electronica by åpne sinn from the […]

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Wednesday: Get Bach

Summer bug laid me up. I’m indulging in the audio equivalent of tea with honey, lemon, and a shot of something to scare away the bug. A little cello playing by Yo-Yo Ma never fails to make me feel better. This sweet video is enlightening, didn’t realize Ma had an older sister who was an […]

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Monday: Buckle up, Buttercup

After my Go-Team-Yay-Space post yesterday, it’s time for a Monday morning reality check. Going to Mars will not be a panacea to our ills, as this darkly humorous animated short, Fired on Mars by Nick and Nate, shows. On the other hand, SpaceX’s Elon Musk offers an upside while acknowledging the inherent risk of space […]

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Friday: How It Begins

I was half way through a post yesterday when a friend in the UK told me a member of Parliament had been killed by a fascist. An assassination, I thought at that moment, unable to write another word for my post. How many times has an assassination kicked off a horrible chain of events? I […]

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Wednesday: Hills Have Eyes

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes Who are you to judge, who are you to judge? Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies Only you to trust, only you — excerpt, The Hills by The Weeknd That tune’s NSFW, by the way, as is much of The Weeknd’s oeuvre. Today’s theme is stuff to […]

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Tuesday: Going Alone

I’ve been so damned angry I’ve had difficulty wrapping words around what I want to say. It’s still Tuesday somewhere, so I’ll grit this out. Assault weapons should be banned for sale to civilians. Spare me the crap about hunters and taking their guns. My freezer contains 25 to 100 pounds of venison at any […]

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Monday: Bueller? Bueller?

It’s Monday in more than one way. Monday has become synonymous with the weekly return to the rat race of school and work, the bruising grind of life. It’s the blues after a relaxing weekend, but even worse after a horrific weekend like the one we just left. But it also means a new day, a chance […]

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