here is my first contribution to the mass of rubik’s cube videos out there. I think pretty soon I will be competing with Michel Gondry.
Trimpin: The Sound of Invention
Inspiring to know that people like this exist.
Alex and I both separately at some point this week recorded cheesy jazz loops. Upon this realization, we decided they should be played together.
Bryan introduced me to this poem a few years ago. I like it very much.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.— excerpt from T.S. Elliot’s ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.’ 1917.
