Good stuff: A land called Paradise.

I had plans to post this evening, and honestly? I’m not entirely sure I can tell you where the evening went!

Dinner at my mom’s, the slow drive home through the snow, talking with the boy about what he thinks about the idea of strip clubs (… thank you, KISS FM!), planning our New Year’s Eve with the kids (it’s going to be EPIC!)…. And here we are. Or rather, here I am, too bone tired to think.

But I did find this fabulous video clip today, and thought I would share it with you in the meantime! It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s moving, and I think it’s ultimately very American. I’ve never heard country singer Kareem Salama’s voice before — it’s really lovely. And, frankly, not what you might expect from a person named Kareem Salama! (Listen for how he pronounces “angels” — dude’s country, dude!)

Watch and enjoy!

“We the people means all of us” – indeed.

3 Comments

  1. I needed this, ee. It made me smile (and dude can sing). Thanks.

    P.S. I played the Generous Peace video. It’s incredible.

  2. dmf

     /  December 21, 2010

    for good ee, abBe, and all the parrhesians who practice fearless speech:

    Cosmopolitan Greetings

    Stand up against governments, against God.
    Stay irresponsible.
    Say only what we know & imagine.
    Absolutes are Coercion.
    Change is absolute.
    Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
    Observe what’s vivid.
    Notice what you notice.
    Catch yourself thinking.
    Vividness is self-selecting.
    If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
    Remember the future.
    Freedom costs little in the U.S.
    Advise only myself.
    Don’t drink yourself to death.
    Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
    scientific data.
    The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
    world (after Einstein).
    The universe is subjective..
    Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
    We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
    Universe is Person.
    Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
    What’s in between thoughts?
    Mind is outer space.
    What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
    “First thought, best thought.”
    Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
    Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
    Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
    Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
    Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
    Consonants around vowels make sense.
    Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
    Subject is known by what she sees.
    Others can measure their vision by what we see.
    Candour ends paranoia.

    Allen Ginsberg

  3. This is beautiful and made me smile. It reminds me of neighbors, students at the school I work at, former bandmates, friends who grew up NOI but still hang out with me… I wonder how much fear has to do with a lack of knowing.