tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92202323984389550772024-03-14T05:10:55.457-04:00On Second ThoughtIsraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-17435670073675359632010-04-03T14:18:00.002-04:002010-04-03T14:24:18.638-04:00A New HomeI will no longer be posting new entries on this blog. It's been a good run on blogger, but I'm going to try to keep everything in or around my sstill-in-the-works site, <a href="http://www.israelhilldesign.com">israelhilldesign.com</a>.<br /><br />Keep up with me here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.israelhilldesign.com/theblog">israelhilldesign.com/theblog</a><br /><br />See you there!Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-57194047889604613922010-03-21T15:19:00.002-04:002010-03-21T15:27:53.798-04:00Frontier RuckusI really like this.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fDMmlNPE70&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fDMmlNPE70&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-81567506453885585962010-03-09T19:40:00.003-05:002010-03-10T09:19:33.734-05:00Triggers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTik0DkKtw856fIeqG7zjPOOOXeWR4hEcYcq-2uTOu-XtoFh13L6O-6luE45DVnR5k-IQS3xU81uJGNX85GpJira4AGXHnDcstosa1WgrEJjwxdCMkxlN0xAaKdkai5s0Z81yWDkDEnxR1/s1600-h/zhengdongxu_02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTik0DkKtw856fIeqG7zjPOOOXeWR4hEcYcq-2uTOu-XtoFh13L6O-6luE45DVnR5k-IQS3xU81uJGNX85GpJira4AGXHnDcstosa1WgrEJjwxdCMkxlN0xAaKdkai5s0Z81yWDkDEnxR1/s320/zhengdongxu_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446799877796978434" /></a><br />Isn't it funny how a seemingly unrelated picture can spark a simple memory of a time and place that will never exist again?<br /><br />Photo via <a href="http://zhengdongxu.com/">Zhengdong Xu</a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-30166855219202153792010-02-26T18:12:00.002-05:002010-02-26T18:14:41.229-05:00Mind & Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4204294685_82bc694e96.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4204294685_82bc694e96.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The mind and the heart are ridiculous.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-67717232696132640452010-02-05T10:26:00.002-05:002010-02-05T10:32:07.007-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1NZ14pH4yitD3DF4WoOPaGTJ-kWXVbZnirmywRJpQBeABWDH35x0IFy5MF7KhpU0a-Ssm95L_cY15MKvhGQAXjYXbfEj_tfjOqTmg_enYDn7kWTilYuvc1iBvzo33BKgJuDt0X8pt7O2/s1600-h/Cards.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1NZ14pH4yitD3DF4WoOPaGTJ-kWXVbZnirmywRJpQBeABWDH35x0IFy5MF7KhpU0a-Ssm95L_cY15MKvhGQAXjYXbfEj_tfjOqTmg_enYDn7kWTilYuvc1iBvzo33BKgJuDt0X8pt7O2/s320/Cards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434781184845665794" /></a><br /><br />Let's see... I've had a Gocco printer (courtesy of <a href="http://tightslice.com/blog/">tightslice</a>) for the better part of two years and have just finished my first print project. Granted, the design is more than simple and not much of a challenge, but I've got ideas brewing for more complicated designs and color schemes.<br /><br />I'm just proud of myself for tackling what is possibly the world's easiest means of printing by hand at home.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-14483327683693894372009-12-24T17:55:00.013-05:002010-01-04T21:48:37.173-05:00Top Ten Albums of 2009Twenty-ought-nine has come and gone, so it's time to reveal the top ten albums released that I jammed to the most/best. Oh-Nine saw my musical leanings change from the past few years. I didn't really have Josh, Dennis, or Austin to feed me solid albums. So, I went to fill my own plate, and being in Tennessee means I ate a lot more backwoods, not in-the-know music. Or maybe it's just that the music stuck with me differently than if I had been at the musical buffet of a "refined" city.<br /><br />Also, 2009 was the year that probably everyone saw coming but me. It was the year I became ashamed to be a Kings of Leon fan. Their first two albums would definitely make my top 10-20 albums of the decade, and I even threw them a bone with the last two albums. But radio play and and abandonment of the style that made them The Country Fried Strokes made me tired of standing up for their worldwide pop rock status.<br />I know every single one of my friends will and have raked me over the coals because of the KOL, but I would remind them of a little band named Weezer and the first few albums that they still laud.<br /><br />Also, The Avett Brothers put out an album this year. That's all I'll say about it.<br /><br />Alright.<br /><br />First, some honorable mentions:<br /><br /><i><b>Bill Callahan</b> - Sometimes I Wish I Were an Eagle</i><br />Listen to <i>Too Many Birds</i> and try not to really dig the end of the song as he adds word by word the last verse. Also, try not to dig the lyrics themselves.<br /><br /><i><b>Daniel Martin Moore</b> - Stray Age</i><br />Never heard of this Kentuckian until I saw him with about 15-20 other people at the Social in Orlando. His voice is incredible and his guitar playing is sweet. I love the small little track <i>By Dream</i>. It's perfect for situations gone south and internet crushes.<br /><br /><i><b>The Swell Season</b> - Strict Joy</i><br />This record almost crept into my top ten, but I kept it away because I am a man. And gawldernnit, men don't like sappy albums like this. It also came to me late in the year, and I hate putting albums that are only a couple of months old in the Ten. After a few listens though, I really enjoyed the melodies and the vocals mixed together like it was a real couple making an album together.<br /><br /><br />// Okay, here's the serious business. Here's the ten albums I would take on a trip with the balloon boy or to jail with his dad. //<br /><br /><br /><b>10 /<i> Dan Deacon </b>- Bromst</i><br />I loved his previous album so much and was excited about this release, especially after hearing the track <i>Get Older</i> before the whole album dropped. I recommend listening to this only when you're not around old people or people that take themselves to serious. I can't defend this on my list, but it's number ten, it's super fun, and layered like Randy Parker in <i>A Christmas Story</i>.<br /><br /><b>09 / <i> Bonnie "Prince" Billy - </b>Beware</i><br />This gentleman continues to amaze me with every dark line delivered from his hilariously light character. Of course, this album threw curves at me with xylophones and flutes, but he worked them right over the plate for a Denny's Grand Slam. <i>I Am Goodbye</i> is so happy, so serious and so matter of fact. Just the way BPB delivers it best.<br /><br /><b>08 / <i> The Thermals -</b> Now We Can See</i><br />Sometimes I want to be punk but I also want to shower, smell clean and enjoy production with my punk music. That's when I throw this album on the iPod. I get all the anger and the "I-know-we're-getting-screwed-over-but-at-least-I'm-not-clueless-about-it" out of my system, and I don't feel like I'm missing out on palatable, goes down smooth melody.<br /><br /><b>07 / <i> Bonny Billy and the Picket Line - </b>Fundown Comedown</i><br />Okay, remember last year when Bonny Billy snuck out an overseas live recording from Scotland? It's possibly my favoite of his albums ever. It's an amazing recording of amazing arrangements of some of his greatest work. Well, this year he snuck a more backwoods, hillbilly live version out. Recorded at a tiny little show in Kentucky, Oldham rearranged some more of his tunes (and a few other artists') in a manner fitting of the finest hole in the wall Kentucky bar house band.<br /><br /><b>06 /<i> Phoenix </b>- Wolfgang Amedeus Pheonix</i><br />Israel goes Pop. Who knew an album with such a dumb title could have some of the smartest pop contained within. Although I probably couldn't sing one lyric to you from this album, I sure as heck could dance all night to it (I'm looking at you, <i>1901</i>).<br /><br /><b>05 / <i> David Bazan </b>- Curse Your Branches</i><br /><i>"Dear God,<br />There's a lot of things I've been taught about you that haven't really rang true in my life. I had high hopes for us and even learned a lot early on. But aside from not understanding you and your "ways", I don't think I really trust that all I've known can actually be true.<br />Let's put things on ice. Okay?"<br /><br />Signed,<br />David Bazan</i><br /><br />This is a dumb version of the letter I think Bazan had in mind when he read my mind and wrote this album. Sounds a lot like a Pedro the Lion/Headphones album musically, but Bazan continues to be one of my favorite all time songwriter and thinker. Also, <i> Please, Baby, Please</i> is a simple and perfect Bazan song. <br /><br /><b>04 / <i> The Antlers </b>- Hospice</i><br />Thank you, Tim Reid for cluing me in to this album. I was not at all into this spooky sounding and sad leaning music. Then I listened to it again. Then again. And again. And then every night as I went to sleep. And then every morning when the skies were grey. And now I think it's amazing. And I think you should listen to it. A lot.<br /><br /><b>03 / <i> Mason Jennings</b> - Blood of Man</i><br />Mason Jennings was just alright with me. A few good tracks on previous albums and a unique voice caused me to give this one a shot. Not to pile on too much praise, because let me say that I wish that first track had never been born. I almost quit listening before I started. After I skipped through that first one, the catchy, beautifully written folk rock got to work. It worked smiles on my face, lightness in my heart, and thoughts of past and future into my head.<br /><br /><b>02 / <i> AA Bondy </b>- When the Devil's Loose</i><br />Hard to believe this guy was in a horrible rock band before cutting out on his own to put out two amazing folk rock albums. He seems to have taken Band of Horses down to Mississippi, taught them how to hurt like a man, pine like teenagers, and make a country sounding rock album that doesn't care if it makes the cover of Radar or Filter magazine. <i>A Slow Parade</i> is a song you can play for me any time of the day and I'll expect silence while taking it in. Seeing him live in 2009 was the most bittersweet thing I did all year.<br /><br /><b>01 / <i> Elvis Perkins</b> - in Dearland </i><br />Usually when an album is released early in the year, I don't expect for it to stay atop my favorites list past August. I loved this album right out of the gate. I even listened to it a bit too much. I knew I was going to tire myself of it before I could put it on this list.<br />I was wrong. Every song on this gem feels natural to me. The slight style differences between tracks works very well. The lyrics are sometimes perfectly vague. You can use his feelings for your own and not feel like you're misinterpreting his song. Then you can go right back and listen to it as he intended and it's even better. Try riding a bike at midnight while listening to <i>Doomsday</i> and not shouting out that last bit of chorus. Try to listen to <i>Chains, Chains, Chains</i> and imagine yourself at shore's edge wanting to be free from something but not being able to step into the sea. While you're at it, lend an ear to <i>Hey</i> and find yourself lending a couple of restless legs aching to dance to a vintage sounding pop tune.<br />For some reason, I didn't want this album to be my number one. I guess because I sang it's praises long after friends moved on to that Pitchfork band, Animal Collective. Here it is though, standing king over the other albums that had their chance to dethrone it all year long.<br /><br />Disclaimer: You will not agree with me on the order and albums listed here as being the best put out in 2009. I am prepared to take suggestions and ridicule in the firm belief that your musical tastes aren't as perfect as mine.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-91577317636284039202009-11-22T00:04:00.000-05:002009-11-22T00:05:16.247-05:00Lost & Found<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR2O7LTx63mX2yXs1o5Z4hQkmhHfH0R8msG3DZ23MEhKbCZeE8eH5pC7OWLbSnH1Qi36PRRxgaECxsa70pLE1yi48JHDfYnU_cJV1NRGTUqS08zPkO4hXg_a98hwP4-0pTXYm1h1XYIAP/s1600/Lost&Found.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR2O7LTx63mX2yXs1o5Z4hQkmhHfH0R8msG3DZ23MEhKbCZeE8eH5pC7OWLbSnH1Qi36PRRxgaECxsa70pLE1yi48JHDfYnU_cJV1NRGTUqS08zPkO4hXg_a98hwP4-0pTXYm1h1XYIAP/s320/Lost&Found.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406789629874832162" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-51188481187573329722009-10-25T11:55:00.002-04:002009-10-25T11:56:37.825-04:00Also<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeeSQOZvP-cNennGFvSvb-mPJCExOI66PhVY5rBEV2Ce9Z5B5eYi_wkYPMaNd1oGzhbCRUQpEOZCfVT7PrERRmu2OUJGi2UUMohDUlA30s09NEFSpadt7dAMbzUIFOFvjvxA_V_DOxAkk/s1600-h/unhappy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeeSQOZvP-cNennGFvSvb-mPJCExOI66PhVY5rBEV2Ce9Z5B5eYi_wkYPMaNd1oGzhbCRUQpEOZCfVT7PrERRmu2OUJGi2UUMohDUlA30s09NEFSpadt7dAMbzUIFOFvjvxA_V_DOxAkk/s320/unhappy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396567023530307490" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-59361924824750541512009-10-20T12:30:00.006-04:002009-10-21T01:12:21.355-04:00Ill With Want<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HFUNlxgtImjKeTEugf_o9ncVfyfE2XW2LIR0sMu_GumgVrBDBtz7pR0mYh97lMgCMtx68muEGeX196P9tKGRDLC58ynYz_QfH6vtvu7OdXaOiSET0ACVkbL3VerndfbXRel5GUaRY9Fr/s1600-h/quote.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HFUNlxgtImjKeTEugf_o9ncVfyfE2XW2LIR0sMu_GumgVrBDBtz7pR0mYh97lMgCMtx68muEGeX196P9tKGRDLC58ynYz_QfH6vtvu7OdXaOiSET0ACVkbL3VerndfbXRel5GUaRY9Fr/s320/quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394720488065181986" /></a><br />via <a href="http://ffffound.com">ffffound</a><br /><br />I've had this image sitting on my desktop for a few weeks and think about it often. Often, because I feel it's truer than anything I've heard or felt in a while.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-68008912182226524072009-09-09T20:18:00.003-04:002009-09-09T20:39:18.478-04:00Mountain Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQryHOtreI2buPkyrkAk0jttJ1dlZ9FZzEqzpW7MtYef6I5vB8RNgFtCzj1lxLALmsKTEoBBehY_-FdFs7LNuseUjWvfsxPgJRhiBNfMLx7qvVz17feXRcnFiEatw1iQ_6AtlX6mEeIuum/s1600-h/3885625970_691dfbc3f0_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQryHOtreI2buPkyrkAk0jttJ1dlZ9FZzEqzpW7MtYef6I5vB8RNgFtCzj1lxLALmsKTEoBBehY_-FdFs7LNuseUjWvfsxPgJRhiBNfMLx7qvVz17feXRcnFiEatw1iQ_6AtlX6mEeIuum/s320/3885625970_691dfbc3f0_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379631772764660402" /></a><br /><br />I have spent most of my summer weekends driving and hiking around these hills I've found myself "stuck" in the past year and a half. But recently, I've really come to appreciate the simplicity of hiking alone and the beauty I have seen just by taking off on a whim. I've used Sunday afternoons and evenings as a time to get outside and see something, and I've felt it center myself for the week ahead.<br /><br />A few weekends back I hiked to a pair of waterfalls I haven't been to in over five years. It was a great hike and I had the falls all to myself (a rarity, if you've ever hiked to bigger falls in a national forest). After I got back to the car I decided to take the unknown route back to the main road and to Windsor. It was after getting turned around and not quite sure where I was at that I drove past a little old house on the side of a mountain. There was a nice thick garden planted and a small barn/shed in front of the driveway. On this shed there were very colorful paintings hanging all over. The colors were awesome and I thought to myself, "You have to stop and see where this art came from", but I drove on.<br />A half mile later, I turned around, because there was no way that I wanted to pass up meeting some amazing mountain character panting back in these hills.<br /><br />It's a good thing I did. There at the house, working in the garden, was David Greer. An forty-something, shy, quiet, talented fella that had lived on this land his whole life. His mother was sitting on the porch and allowed me to peruse his paintings. They not only were hanging on the barn, but he had them stored in the sheds as well. He has about 20 years worth of art just sitting on and in these sheds.<br /><br />I was amazed at the detail in his folk-style paintings. The shading was great and the figure style unique and pure. He had not been taught by anyone or had any type of training. He is influenced or inspired by pictures in magazines and more than likely never studied folk art. I was glad to hear he was trying to sell them and told them I'd be back with cash to pick a few out.<br /><br />The paintings I bought are definitely the catch of the summer, and I look forward to sharing his work with others. His work deserves to be admired.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5Rq0F5hZrOlqTIybYzP0KOyMnQ5fUHc6PIaY4_Yy4OZuCnAca6AOb0pPUjcM18wly2IZg4dhumMViX3Hmeey35Py7ujOTx0wjrxDRvlhpf0tZT4VqOG24zb9ACHOzkJFa7TappI3Hugg/s1600-h/3885627802_028692fc1c_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5Rq0F5hZrOlqTIybYzP0KOyMnQ5fUHc6PIaY4_Yy4OZuCnAca6AOb0pPUjcM18wly2IZg4dhumMViX3Hmeey35Py7ujOTx0wjrxDRvlhpf0tZT4VqOG24zb9ACHOzkJFa7TappI3Hugg/s320/3885627802_028692fc1c_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379631771558238722" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-92080329732027120292009-08-28T22:39:00.002-04:002009-08-28T22:43:29.843-04:00I Refuse to...I refuse to...<br /><br />click this link<br />think these thoughts<br />say these things<br />wish these wishes<br />feel these feelings<br />want this wantIsraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-29240827092022987072009-07-05T21:30:00.003-04:002009-07-05T21:40:01.129-04:00This Summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3690147085_24e2007d67.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3690147085_24e2007d67.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Spending this summer quite differently than last.<br />Quiet drives and hikes amongst the many shades of green and perfect evening breezes make up my weekends.<br />Up and leaving at any time I please to reunite with friends.<br />A little more manual labor.<br />Letting it be.<br />Burying a mystery.<br /><br />I'm not putting a cap on this summer yet.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-33681713459547594442009-06-29T22:53:00.001-04:002009-06-29T22:54:30.319-04:00Hip Pop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3673362809_7dc681ee69.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3673362809_7dc681ee69.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Also, you must remember that at one time, your own father was cool. And the cars he drove were cool.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-71611800493909426512009-06-28T00:54:00.002-04:002009-06-28T00:58:26.192-04:00Time Travel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWnxfYuwQhoEXxtYclYAVK8mKan-kjVOZIruzdoENWfaUcZ7Pr7IGI1gfh3TfkNxYnapORpBB93xGIdjg_S2avo1-RNvQbhcBxLys9NX-B2XFA_iwR0v_V69cJYnwoEEA1_3Vht1GfiBn/s1600-h/28Dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWnxfYuwQhoEXxtYclYAVK8mKan-kjVOZIruzdoENWfaUcZ7Pr7IGI1gfh3TfkNxYnapORpBB93xGIdjg_S2avo1-RNvQbhcBxLys9NX-B2XFA_iwR0v_V69cJYnwoEEA1_3Vht1GfiBn/s400/28Dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352237495031980530" /></a><br />I wonder what it would be like to hang out with your dad when he was the same age as you are now. You'd both be the same age at the same time in his life and you'd see exactly what he dealt with when he was this age. When time travel is finally invented, I'll take that trip.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-60583254346993036482009-06-15T20:29:00.002-04:002009-06-15T20:39:43.474-04:00What if I Tumble?Thanks to the prodding of <a href="http://azureemaisie.blogspot.com/">Azuree</a>, I have opened a tumblr account. I will be posting only things I create or photograph. My inspiration comes from in front of the computer, out in the woods, strolling around a city, or listening to music and there's no reason for me not to make my own inspiration.<br /><br />Follow me <a href="http://israelhill.tumblr.com/">here</a> if you wish.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-48345411586523642842009-06-11T16:38:00.002-04:002009-06-11T16:40:42.418-04:00Dead Man's Will<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkUr1KFWKFcbVE1gbJSyMLd1darvg7-UEMSELS-EjDQ1qA7lXo4l_r68H7Htdi5b_67iUz2OEIb6DlY6OMdR0IcIvWjKT7HFlcloyZnGWLNckkxT6qHOw0EulruU3sKWmgFT6WaiR-5U0/s1600-h/MayMyLove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkUr1KFWKFcbVE1gbJSyMLd1darvg7-UEMSELS-EjDQ1qA7lXo4l_r68H7Htdi5b_67iUz2OEIb6DlY6OMdR0IcIvWjKT7HFlcloyZnGWLNckkxT6qHOw0EulruU3sKWmgFT6WaiR-5U0/s400/MayMyLove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346172267079534818" /></a><br />I visit ffffound.com too much, and I've had that lyric in my head all day.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-73307644937663476072009-06-10T23:36:00.001-04:002009-06-10T23:37:40.399-04:00Of the Sea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOxbhFqn0rfurwsHFKjHR6XwkTaloS-J2rzoqiqnK2nZgiBcRS359uVnkcyAt0rmKI1ccycA1M48vGrWcvUMrS4U38wAdPC4WGVFwdrnTL0nxsFKZG6SR8KaCZSsyQyWxgRLq71a7z4xl/s1600-h/Of-the-Sea.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOxbhFqn0rfurwsHFKjHR6XwkTaloS-J2rzoqiqnK2nZgiBcRS359uVnkcyAt0rmKI1ccycA1M48vGrWcvUMrS4U38wAdPC4WGVFwdrnTL0nxsFKZG6SR8KaCZSsyQyWxgRLq71a7z4xl/s400/Of-the-Sea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345909034658871522" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-78497377671695797682009-06-08T23:40:00.001-04:002009-06-08T23:41:12.191-04:00Rittenhouse Square Park<i>Here's another post that was denied publishing last year at the end of May. I thought of it while sitting in Rittenhouse Square Park in Philadelphia.<br />There was probably a reason for no capitalization. It sounded good and flowed at the time...</i><br /><br />the park<br />on a sunday afternoon<br />a crescent bench sits alone and offers<br />to me it's company<br /><br />the park<br />on a sunday afternoon<br />a young family strolls by with<br />games and laughter<br /><br />the park<br />on a sunday afternoon<br />a group of kids hiding smokes from<br />the multitude that does not careIsraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-10545641894903136942009-06-06T20:52:00.001-04:002009-06-06T20:58:09.423-04:00From a while back<i>I was going through drafts of blogs and saw this unfinished post. Since I haven't posted in a while I thought I would resurrect it.</i><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2935137588_4c6ba2b9c7_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 2075px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2935137588_4c6ba2b9c7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />As I trim down my belongings I keep finding stuff I have kept for odd reasons. Among them is this little collection of concert ticket stubs. I remember stories from and situations surrounding them. Here's a quick list of what was going on for each.<br /><br />The Strokes:<br />My first real rock concert. Slightly weirded out by all the "crazy" people. One of the first time my "personal space" was invaded. Julian (lead singer) climbed on the rafters/balcony right above us and either beer or sweat dripped on us. Walked away amazed, and was hooked on live shows since.<br /><br />Nickel Creek:<br />One of the calmest crowds of people at a show for this one. We pushed our way as close to the front as possible, and I remember feeling bad/lonely when they played "Out of the Woods" and boyfriends held their girlfriends. We were going to wait around and try to meet the band, but left. Come to find out, if we'd hung around we could have got an acoustic show outside their bus.<br /><br />Iron & Wine:<br />The only time I've been able to see him. Kinda fell for a girl at this show who was a friend of a friend but never talked to after that show. Yep...<br /><br />Joanna Newsom:<br />I had never been taken with anyone the way I was with her and her performance. Austin and I had road-tripped to Atlanta just to see her play. We spent more on diesel oil than diesel fuel. After that show I remember telling Austin I had to make a unwilling vow of celibacy because I would never be as infatuated with anyone else, save Ms. Newsom. Don't ever say stuff like that.<br /><br />Kings of Leon:<br />My brother had just left Florida and we were both excited to finally see these guys live. They very quickly became one of my favorite bands and I was pumped for this show. Got sick about a week before the show and did all I could do to feel as healthy as possible for this show. It took them forever to come on stage, but was a show that lived up to what I wanted.<br /><br />David Bazan:<br />His solo shows are way less crowded that his Pedro shows. I enjoyed that. Oddly enough I remember watching some TV show before this show about Lars Hamilton and Eddie Vedder hanging out in Hawaii. It was a very relaxing episode of television. So it was weird to go to a show right after.<br /><br />Chris Thile:<br />This was a bonus show I was able to enjoy. While in Atlanta for the aforementioned Joanna Newsom show, I found out Thilie was playing the same venue nights before. I had Austin drop me off (as he does not dig this music, and is his only fault in life) and I enjoyed the show alone. I was kind of excited to meet him afterwards and had plenty of time while waiting for my ride. Turns out, he is sort of arrogant.<br /><br />Bob Dylan:<br />When he came to Orlando, I figured I must see the legend live before either of us died. Aaron came down from Tennessee to go to the show with DTM and myself. We had really good seats and it was a very policed show. I remember seeing all the older people there and then smelling weed. Going to this show just made me wish I could have seen him back in the 60's. Oh well, next life...<br /><br />The National:<br />One of the most expensive tickets I ever bought. I remember how good they were live.<br /><br />Mates of State:<br />Good hollering harmonies and short company.<br /><br />Rilo Kiley:<br />I happened to get into this band just before they played in town. I love when that happens. Turns out, their bassist reminded me too much of Will Ferrell.<br /><br />Nickel Creek (Again):<br />Some of their final shows were this year. They played a bigger venue than I had ever seen them at and it sounded very good but was also the most boring time I've seen them. Good music should be played in as small as venues as possible.<br /><br />Kings of Leon (Again):<br />The band had gotten bigger by this show. I somehow ended up eating at the Bob Marley restaurant before the show. This show was enjoyed from a "VIP" section of the venue and was a bit too tame for rock-n-roll.<br /><br />Joanna Newsom (Again):<br />I love this musician and the town I saw her in. I love how quiet everyone was and how amazing she sounded.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNT67rryO5U&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNT67rryO5U&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-47661655741807944202009-06-06T20:37:00.003-04:002009-06-06T20:38:28.799-04:00Chains, Chains, Chains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0JkN46ztbI-51UhadZIqT7vM0_Tr73wbM_ehcSjisHPu3nHjg0SuVh8EOQgH3yB-VvMtnFdS69NJbED8a2az-PX0PZy_Lx85noTYfYaarzOWma6GN3Hh-sJEQIBU0hEJfyeTfYgxPAzm/s1600-h/ChainsChainsChains.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0JkN46ztbI-51UhadZIqT7vM0_Tr73wbM_ehcSjisHPu3nHjg0SuVh8EOQgH3yB-VvMtnFdS69NJbED8a2az-PX0PZy_Lx85noTYfYaarzOWma6GN3Hh-sJEQIBU0hEJfyeTfYgxPAzm/s400/ChainsChainsChains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344378459389078674" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-89459974370329153582009-05-03T22:55:00.000-04:002009-05-03T22:56:01.515-04:00By Dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjct_Su6AtcX7R_SL25x225z7YQ8JgBApMMQ-XNBOHwoxi54FNqhO_Mky1bRPZX6kiDMhVSKtK3yqRyxA_I4brOqeR3laKmroyuRKFnPfRLwTZAfgXwTJT_ojeahnA_0ruwZUUE59ApiDSi/s1600-h/By-Dream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjct_Su6AtcX7R_SL25x225z7YQ8JgBApMMQ-XNBOHwoxi54FNqhO_Mky1bRPZX6kiDMhVSKtK3yqRyxA_I4brOqeR3laKmroyuRKFnPfRLwTZAfgXwTJT_ojeahnA_0ruwZUUE59ApiDSi/s400/By-Dream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797095144614450" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-22679477319142365662009-04-14T18:42:00.002-04:002009-04-14T18:44:01.749-04:00Simple Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzo2MGWgETG3_xHzj580VEF5QEGMaZVf37LCnCbnV7NTmUmWr0GRb7BdI2vfApqPVRLyK71doxBQ_GR1_lVz4R5ZARqL9P0_cLeG6NvWhdCipaUICMTAvjPOeiJaBarXTDo5UdZ96yG5r/s1600-h/DoYouRealize.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzo2MGWgETG3_xHzj580VEF5QEGMaZVf37LCnCbnV7NTmUmWr0GRb7BdI2vfApqPVRLyK71doxBQ_GR1_lVz4R5ZARqL9P0_cLeG6NvWhdCipaUICMTAvjPOeiJaBarXTDo5UdZ96yG5r/s400/DoYouRealize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681539142502178" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-89411117231675037272009-04-08T20:36:00.004-04:002009-04-08T20:39:33.830-04:00Underwood Champion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_hsuEg9qot-O7_b5p8x4mqg9SQL13-4ams4C-qWCE7-gDctzplv65-qMdwfugJBQo4PyaNa5tQUBEUBm7NeO1VzrkqnYlaO_5r7MmeA6ebEybd_-eXNqLeLPJcFW_V1D6xJe89YiwJhyphenhyphen/s1600-h/Love-Comes-to-Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_hsuEg9qot-O7_b5p8x4mqg9SQL13-4ams4C-qWCE7-gDctzplv65-qMdwfugJBQo4PyaNa5tQUBEUBm7NeO1VzrkqnYlaO_5r7MmeA6ebEybd_-eXNqLeLPJcFW_V1D6xJe89YiwJhyphenhyphen/s400/Love-Comes-to-Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322484319278728882" /></a><br /><br />My old neighbor passed away last year, and his daughter made his late 50's Underwood Champion available to me this week. I'm considering writing the rest of my blog posts on paper and then scanning them for posting.Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-80399979980486172022009-03-28T09:14:00.003-04:002009-03-28T09:16:20.768-04:00This Never HappensThis never happens in real life. However, I will be leaving for Italy to find this girl.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/2078991">Notte Sento (English subtitles)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/napdan">napdan</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br />(Also, this short was made with over 4500 photographs)Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220232398438955077.post-85065074116665191552009-03-26T08:29:00.003-04:002009-03-26T08:34:01.142-04:00Almost ForgotI almost forgot how good this movie is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401383/"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAWRI6mMlHZxP3wlx-b03WicNk-axfsEngH3Q5Ch-uuX7u3bRXYEA5UGc5Rk1MfJNq-JV5q1BSfcAjSMuQdpIiTq81XtO0AXeg0DKVnvntiGXR-wVrU8mnh-O-9gMiYj8Gv55_fgeI1E7/s400/DivingBell2.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317473400469836802" /></a>Israelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763047916903726549noreply@blogger.com4