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Ev -

Ohhh Florida, how you bound me. It's just not fair.

ST -

I don't have a tv! PLEASE post it online!!!! :)

H -

I need to move to Canada.

Jess -

Feist is the place in the brain arousal is regulated and messages are relayed? Somehow I fail to grasp the meaning of that, but I'm sure it'll reveal itself in time!

Irregardless, I look forward to the documentary! :)

Leonardo -

Very interesting... but I'm from Brazil.
Anyway, I hope some good people upload it on youtube.

Tammy -

I thought that this documentary was very interesting. I never realized how music affects everything in our lives that most people are unaware of being affected by...
I love how Feist uses metaphors to describe things she's talking about. (The ghost in the corner of one's eye) It's really helpfull when others are speaking about the brain expertly, and a fourteen year old like me gets a little confused. Haha

Rodrigo -

How curious! I had what could be called a musical brain experience with Feist today.

This afternoon I went to the cinema to see, precisely, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (a great movie about life). After the film, I did not feel like going home right away. It has been intermittently snowing in Lausanne since last night and I decided to take a long walk to see the city dressed in white before having dinner. When I passed nearby the cathedral, it started snowing again and a countless number of tiny snowflakes were suddenly floating around me. With the monument on my side, it felt like being inside a huge crystal ball.

I took a look at the whitish town below me and, for a moment, I paid attention to all the different noises that could be heard: church bells, traffic, passing airplanes... Then I wondered how it would be to live in a typical chalet suisse lost in the mountains and away from the noise of the city in a day like this. Inevitably, a song came instantly to my mind: the knee deep snow phrase of Mushaboom was echoing inside my head. I found myself thinking of a fireplace, a big carpet in a wooden living-room, two glasses of... whatever. Now the rhyme as requested:

Next time you come to Switzerland
or perhaps you tour in Spain
beware of mixing the public
cause this time I won't refrain
If I find you I will get you
and kiss your musical brain.

solomon -

HI Leslie,

sorry i missed the show

hope you can post it on the site so i can see it

my roommate's brother came over that night on his way to see Eckhardt Tolle
and we got into a pretty interesting conversation--been watching some Tolle on youtube and actually seems pretty cool

going to check out his book POWER OF NOW

since you asked for a poem, i got inspired to write another wandering anti-television rant earlier

sorry but i got off on a tangent and burned out before i got to the part about music and stuff:

A Large Dark Rock
or
The Possibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living

My roommate has a TV here
Hasn't been watched in over a year
It's like a large dark rock just taking up space
He's too lazy to sell it so stays in place

It gets used to set stuff on top of
Most of the time we forget it exists since there's a book shelf in front of it

I'm vaguely aware, however
There's a whole world out there
Of phony stuff that's happening "on air"

There's a lot of money involved, and folks are tuned in
Bleaching their brains and trying to "win"
Lotteries or "reality" shows

I know it's true that once in a while
There's good stuff on the tube as well
Crammed in between what they're trying to sell
(The propaganda, I mean, through "ideas" and "style")

But I don't have the time to look for it anymore
I used to try to force myself to watch at least a couple hours of TV a year
Just to see the sort of nonsense people were being fed
But I keep forgetting-
'Cause it effects your soul what you feed your head
And I don't want to live in a robot world

***

Well, what's actually around me?
Pretty humble stuff – I'm raising little moths in my apartment
(That's why they survived the winter – they found me)
They're so insignificant I can't even find them in any entomology book
They've been living with me now for several generations
They flutter around, perceiving the world through mobile antennae:
A universe of pure vibration
They're small enough to avoid becoming captives in the apartment
Easy to take care of, enjoying an active hibernation

Darwin believed - according to his theory of sexual selection
Even insects must have esthetic perception
Since there was no other way to explain
The many exotic but apparently useless traits:
Other than that these modifications
(color schemes, patterns, morphology)
Made bugs more appealing to their mates
Hence they were "selected" for

So at least perhaps one part of his theory is correct
Despite the monad he failed to interconnect
(His theory, trying to strip the universe of its soul
Found itself in tune with colonialist goals:
A charitable failure to exterminate inferiors (such as myself)
Squanders society's genetic health
So imperialism was (is) seen
As Nature's hygiene)

And a theory that starts out with a ruthless existential race
Ends up granting insects subjective taste
You see the poor fellow was deluded in most respects
And even an evolution of karmic reincarnation
Is more likely than his reductive materialism
Reinforcing our political degeneration,
minute biological artists, and human serialism

Returning to that large dark rock
Flat screen, weighing thirty pounds at least
It takes all that weight and mass to make
A dead image flicker across a plane
Compared to a moth, weighing a thousandth of a gram
Infinitesimal, without a name
Flying, reproducing, self-directing, living off my sock

Perhaps I'm wrong to think of rocks as dead
Since they're always alive inside my head
"The Impossibility of Death In the Mind of Someone Living" as museums proclaim
ironically.
Diamond-encrusted skulls, corpses displayed in transparent vats of formaldehyde
The fundamental principle of Western art:
to sacrifice the living to what has died?

Dead sharks and living statues have conquered our taste and become a rage
While I'm left still-living in the Stone Age

A -

DID ANYONE SEE ANDY SING FEIST ON THE OFFICE? BEST EPISODE EVER.

s -

stumbled on this and laughed... kinda missed the christmas boat though.

Jessica -

Those living in Canada who missed this show can catch it at www.ctv.ca .Go to the video player then under the WFive videos it is there.

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