tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347121872024-03-13T06:09:53.092-07:00Thunder in Winter, Snow in SummerJim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-3753948769505484682010-12-31T10:05:00.001-08:002010-12-31T10:05:40.658-08:00What is Freedom Worth?<object width="500" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNsQfToAFyo&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNsQfToAFyo&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="500" height="360"></embed></object><br />
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It is worth everything.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-3512852512225581232010-12-30T11:15:00.000-08:002010-12-30T11:15:02.119-08:00Ed Rondthaler on English Spelling<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17561068" width="500" height="295" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/17561068">Ed Rondthaler on English spelling</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/houseind">Bob Smartner</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-73593828373067410852010-12-29T17:02:00.001-08:002010-12-29T17:02:00.354-08:00Trombone Shorty<object width="500" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qlYIQgvC-k&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qlYIQgvC-k&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="500" height="360"></embed></object>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-7964005818409571082010-06-06T10:50:00.001-07:002010-06-06T10:50:53.802-07:00The Wizard of Westwood Passes On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/TAvf5CPochI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RGUlArNZYT4/s1600/29005750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/TAvf5CPochI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RGUlArNZYT4/s320/29005750.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5YVn513gdo&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/k5YVn513gdo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-85952853563064255622010-06-06T06:32:00.000-07:002010-06-06T06:32:31.715-07:00Sunday Verse: Yusef Komunyakaa (1947- ) Facing It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/TAujXdS_HFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/plt-v0iOXko/s1600/vetwall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/TAujXdS_HFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/plt-v0iOXko/s320/vetwall.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<b>Facing It</b><br />
<br />
My black face fades, <br />
hiding inside the black granite. <br />
I said I wouldn't, <br />
dammit: No tears. <br />
I'm stone. I'm flesh. <br />
My clouded reflection eyes me <br />
like a bird of prey, the profile of night <br />
slanted against morning. I turn <br />
this way—the stone lets me go. <br />
I turn that way—I'm inside <br />
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial<br />
again, depending on the light <br />
to make a difference. <br />
I go down the 58,022 names<br />
half-expecting to find <br />
my own in letters like smoke. <br />
I touch the name Andrew Johnson<br />
I see the booby trap's white flash. <br />
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse <br />
but when she walks away <br />
the names stay on the wall. <br />
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's <br />
wings cutting across my stare. <br />
The sky. A plane in the sky. <br />
A white vet's image floats <br />
closer to me, then his pale eyes <br />
look through mine. I'm a window. <br />
He's lost his right arm <br />
inside the stone. In the black mirror <br />
a woman’s trying to erase names: <br />
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.<br />
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<object height="300" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90yxqlVrLP8&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/90yxqlVrLP8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-17489354138440043952010-06-05T07:25:00.000-07:002010-06-05T09:34:05.051-07:00My 2010 Book List<b>Distinguished</b><br />
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<i>Alice in Wonderland</i> - Lewis Carroll<br />
<i>The Wizard of Oz</i> - L. Frank Baum <br />
<i>American Sphinx: The Character of Thomas Jefferson</i> - Joseph L. Ellis<br />
<i>The Investor's Manifesto</i> - William Bernstein <br />
<i>Common Sense on Mutual Funds</i> - John Bogle<br />
<i>Dien Cai Dau</i> - Yusef Komunyakaa<br />
<br />
<b>Excellent</b><br />
<br />
<i>Flight</i> - Sherman Alexie<br />
<i>The Little Book of Common Sense Investing</i> - John Bogle<br />
<i>Enough</i> - John Bogle<br />
<i>Liberty and Tyranny</i> - Mark Levin <br />
<i>The Four Pillars of Investing</i> - William Bernstein<br />
<i>The Investor's Manifesto</i> - William Bernstein<br />
<i>Facts About the Moon</i> - Dorrianne Laux<br />
<i>Smoke</i> - Dorrianne Laux<br />
<br />
<b>Very Good</b><br />
<br />
<i>The Basketball Diaries</i> - Jim Carroll <br />
<i>A Red Convertible: Selected and New Stories, 1978-2008</i> - Louise Erdich <br />
<i>The Bogelheads' Guide to Investing</i> - Taylor Larimore<br />
<i>The Bogelheads' Guide to Retirement</i> - Taylor Larimore<br />
<i>God's Silence</i> - Franz Wright <br />
<i>The Lies About Money</i> - Ric Edelman<br />
<i>Native Guard</i> - Natasha Trethewey <br />
<br />
<b>Good</b><br />
<br />
<i>Taboo</i> - Yusef Komunyakaa<br />
<i>The Little Book of Bull Moves in Bear Markets</i> - Peter Schiff<br />
<i>Fortune</i> - Joseph Millar <br />
<i>The Book of Nods</i> - Jim Carroll<br />
<i>One Foot in Eden</i> - Ron Rash<br />
<br />
<b>Fair</b><br />
<br />
<i>Warhorses</i> - Yusef Komunyakaa<br />
<i>Void of Course</i> - Jim Carroll<br />
<br />
<b>Poor</b><br />
<br />
<i>Rich Dad, Poor Dad</i> - Robert T. KiyosakiJim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-75497226576961415782010-06-05T06:48:00.000-07:002010-06-05T06:48:34.238-07:00Pet Peeves: Che and Mao T-Shirts<object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xn19Rr16vw&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/5xn19Rr16vw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br />
Do the people that wear these T-shirts understand what these people really were? Che was just a small-time chump sicko killer whose one iconic picture seems to have caught the imagination of the know-nothing crowd. Mao just happens to be the largest mass murder of all time, makes Hitler look like a rank amateur. Their faces will not be adorning my body in any fashion.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-59304008898937319592010-06-04T17:33:00.000-07:002010-06-04T17:33:29.639-07:00Pet Peeves: Apologizing for That Which Needs No Apology<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/TAmaZqlqWeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e8o-mryF2ig/s1600/offensiveconstitution012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/TAmaZqlqWeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e8o-mryF2ig/s400/offensiveconstitution012.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Click to enlarge image. Sorry, but these documents need no apology or modern reinterpretation, and the country is in dire need of rediscovering the values contained within. Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-42673966312962296502009-10-09T17:47:00.000-07:002009-10-09T17:48:26.169-07:00Jeff Buckley - Grace (BBC Late Show 01-17-95)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mc7blE6kXsI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mc7blE6kXsI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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Tim Buckley's son Jeff demonstrates vocal prowess equal to his father in this video. Some may find the soaring vocals to be a bit over the top, but the song holds together. Another talent that died young and stupidly, not by drugs, but drowning in the Mississippi River after going swimming fully clothed.<br />
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<b>Grace</b><br />
<br />
There's the moon asking to stay<br />
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away<br />
Though it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die<br />
My fading voice sings of love,<br />
But she cries to the clicking of time,<br />
Of time<br />
<br />
Wait in the fire...<br />
<br />
And she weeps on my arm<br />
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow<br />
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow,oh my love<br />
And the rain is falling and I believe<br />
My time has come<br />
It reminds me of the pain I might leave<br />
Leave behind<br />
<br />
Wait in the fire...<br />
<br />
And I feel them drown my name<br />
So easy to know and forget with this kiss<br />
But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow<br />
<br />
Wait in the fire...Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-33706577871481012412009-10-05T04:45:00.000-07:002009-10-05T04:45:16.230-07:00Tim Buckley on The Monkey's Show - Song of the Siren<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9JC1tNQUjU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9JC1tNQUjU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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Yes, this is from the flower power days of TV, and probably my favorite version of the song.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Song of the Siren<br />
</b><br />
Long afloat on shipless oceans<br />
I did all my best to smile<br />
til your singing eyes and fingers<br />
Drew me loving to your isle<br />
And you sang<br />
Sail to me<br />
Sail to me<br />
Let me enfold you<br />
Here I am<br />
Here I am<br />
Waiting to hold you<br />
<br />
Did I dream you dreamed about me?<br />
Were you hare when I was fox?<br />
Now my foolish boat is leaning<br />
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,<br />
For you sing, touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:<br />
O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow<br />
<br />
I am puzzled as the oyster<br />
I am troubled as the tide:<br />
Should I stand amid your breakers?<br />
Should I lie with death my bride?<br />
Hear me sing, swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:<br />
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold youJim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-22497813621648186462009-10-04T06:49:00.001-07:002009-10-04T13:55:34.257-07:00Homage to My Favorite Film Genre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SskLt0-vfpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7Q-yPdTTiuE/s1600-h/250px-OutOfThePastMitchumGreer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SskLt0-vfpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7Q-yPdTTiuE/s320/250px-OutOfThePastMitchumGreer.jpg" /></a>I have tried to craft this poem as a series of cinematic images that could have been lifted from some of these grainy crime dramas, though slightly more surrealistic to enhance the overall mysterious atmosphere. You be the judge of whether I've succeeded or not. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Film Noir</b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
call me the savior of moonshine<br />
unfit to lick your Daddy's boots<br />
<br />
call me the myths of regret reborn<br />
the lie that always tells the truth<br />
<br />
in the dark night of your soul<br />
I'm the wound that opens like an eye<br />
<br />
call me allegory of a burnt tick<br />
jerking through your dreams<br />
in 16mm<br />
<br />
in mine<br />
my words scale your body<br />
like liana<br />
for all the junkies to climb<br />
<br />
call me sphinx<br />
built by the slaves of love<br />
<br />
I always leave the screen door unlatched<br />
on the hottest nights<br />
to hear the whirling of the fan<br />
whisper your name<br />
across the fields<br />
<br />
call me singed hair<br />
clinging to the bullet of a song<br />
<br />
you're the smear of lipstick<br />
staining the lips<br />
of the empty bottle left on my nightstand<br />
<br />
the alibi<br />
for all my futures<br />
forking perpetually through timeJim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-27782612201036910452009-10-04T06:18:00.000-07:002009-10-04T06:19:19.604-07:00Nick Drake - Riverman<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6zCmCIsoAE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6zCmCIsoAE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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I love this song, the hypnotic strings, voice and guitar, and its dreamlike atmosphere. Drake was largely unknown during his short lifetime, was too shy to perform in public, and his music really didn't lend itself to live performances with his intricate and custom guitar tunings. In the 35 years since his death from an overdose of antidepressants at the age of 26, his music has steadily grown in popularity and been featured in several films and a Volkswagen commercial.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Riverman</b>, words and music by Nick Drake<br />
<br />
Betty came by on her way<br />
Said she had a word to say<br />
About things today<br />
And fallen leaves.<br />
<br />
Said she hadn't heard the news<br />
Hadn't had the time to choose<br />
A way to lose<br />
But she believes.<br />
<br />
Going to see the river man<br />
Going to tell him all I can<br />
About the plan<br />
For lilac time.<br />
<br />
If he tells me all he knows<br />
About the way his river flows<br />
And all night shows<br />
In summertime.<br />
<br />
Betty said she prayed today<br />
For the sky to blow away<br />
Or maybe stay<br />
She wasn't sure.<br />
<br />
For when she thought of summer rain<br />
Calling for her mind again<br />
She lost the pain<br />
And stayed for more.<br />
<br />
Going to see the river man<br />
Going to tell him all I can<br />
About the ban<br />
On feeling free.<br />
<br />
If he tells me all he knows<br />
About the way his river flows<br />
I don't suppose<br />
It's meant for me.<br />
<br />
Oh, how they come and go<br />
Oh, how they come and go.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-35938142618151812112009-10-03T07:50:00.000-07:002009-10-04T06:20:31.954-07:00A Glorious Dawn - Carl Sagen Remix (featuring Stephen Hawking)<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSgiXGELjbc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSgiXGELjbc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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I love this odd music mix from Carl Sagan's TV shows.... it's strangely inspirational, almost poetic, and darn clever, whoever put it together.<br />
<blockquote>If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.<br />
</blockquote>How many people think like that?Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-23954029005969058392009-10-03T07:49:00.000-07:002009-10-03T07:49:10.330-07:00Quote of the Day: Blogs, Modern Day Public Square<blockquote><i>Whatever the drawbacks and limitations of blogging, it serves, today, as our culture’s indispensable public square. Rather than one tidy ‘unifying narrative,’ it provides a noisy arena, open to everyone, for the collective working out of old conflicts and new ideas. As the profession of journalism tries to rescue itself from the wreckage of print and rethink its digital future, this is where its most knowledgeable practitioners and most creative students are doing their hardest thinking.</i></blockquote><br />
~Scott Rosenberg, from "<span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><a href="http://www.sayeverything.com/"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Say Everything: How Blogging Began, What It's Becoming, and Why It Matters</span></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">"</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hat Tip (<a href="http://mjperry.blogspot.com/">Carpe Diem</a>)</span></i>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-92020651034576557392009-10-02T18:06:00.000-07:002009-10-05T04:03:18.716-07:00Poetry Reading: Ted Kooser<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuoWarhWFXw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuoWarhWFXw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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The charming and humble Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006, and master of the metaphor.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Selecting A Reader<br />
</b><br />
First, I would have her be beautiful,<br />
and walking carefully up on my poetry<br />
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,<br />
her hair still damp at the neck<br />
from washing it. She should be wearing<br />
a raincoat, an old one, dirty<br />
from not having money enough for the cleaners.<br />
She will take out her glasses, and there<br />
in the bookstore, she will thumb<br />
over my poems, then put the book back<br />
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,<br />
"For that kind of money, I can get<br />
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-88886601180551017612009-10-02T16:59:00.000-07:002009-10-05T03:57:14.389-07:00Jim Carroll Interview on Today Show Discussing School Violence & The Basketball Diaries<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV8zfL5DGhk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV8zfL5DGhk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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In this 1999 interview, the late, great Jim Carroll discusses the relationship between violence in schools and the influence of movies and literature.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>Purity means that you always have something up your sleeve, that you have something you've earned, that you have something to move toward, that your vision is intact. Purity, to me, exists within states of what would be thought of as impure. You can live within a state of total decay. You can live in that state and still be totally pure if your vision remains intact, if you know that you've go to keep moving ahead because you haven't reached that light yet, the light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
</blockquote><blockquote>~ Jim Carroll <br />
</blockquote>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-46587124602605090132009-10-02T16:48:00.000-07:002009-10-02T17:00:20.840-07:00LRR Summer Issue Now Live<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SsaRFX4XAiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HCO5nxEZnRI/s1600-h/Summer2009billboard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SsaRFX4XAiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HCO5nxEZnRI/s320/Summer2009billboard.png" /></a><br />
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I am pleased to say the Summer issue of Loch Raven Review is now live.<br />
<br />
The issue features poetry by Sara Bernert, Jenn Blair, Janet Butler, Clay Carpenter, Holly Day, Nina Forsythe, Howie Good, John Grochalski, Catherine Hartlove, Chuck Levenstein, Mark A. Murphy, Constantine Pantazonis, Michael Pedersen, Erik Richardson, John Riley, S. Thomas Summers, and Yermiyahu Ahron Taub; an essay by Dan Cuddy on Baltimore poet Clarinda Harriss: A Baltimore Treasure; four poems by Bertolt Brecht translated by Jim Doss; and fiction by Danny Birchall, Elizabeth Costello, and Tom Sheehan.<br />
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Check us out at <a href="http://www.lochravenreview.net/">http://www.lochravenreview.net</a>.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-56184967068312531612009-05-20T07:06:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:09:44.192-07:00Spring 2009 Loch Raven Review Now Live<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/ShQOdfnJbII/AAAAAAAAAFs/a90Lc90D9g8/s1600-h/Spring2009billboard.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/ShQOdfnJbII/AAAAAAAAAFs/a90Lc90D9g8/s320/Spring2009billboard.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337907358205570178" /></a><br />The Spring 2009 issue of <a href="http://www.lochravenreview.net">Loch Raven Review</a> is now live. The issue features:<br /><br />Poetry by Bob Bradshaw, Dan Cuddy, Dawn Dupler, Liz Gallagher, Bernard Henrie, Guy Kettelhack, Larry Kimmel, Andrea Potos, Casey Quinn, Doug Ramspeck, Paula Ray, Oliver Rice, Michael Salcman, Arthur Seeley, KH Solomon, and Ray Templeton.<br /><br />Fiction by Stephanie King and John Riebow.<br /><br />Five poems by Ernest Bryll translated from the Polish by Danuta E. Kosk-Kosicka and a story by Al Mahmud translated from the Bengali by Ahmede Hussain.<br /><br />Christopher T. George interviews C.E. Chaffin and reviews Chaffin's Unexpected Light: Selected Poems and Love Poems 1998-2008, while Dan Cuddy weighs in on Stranger At Home, An Anthology: American Poetry With An Accent, edited by Andrey Gritsman, Roger Weingarten, Kurt Brown, and Carmen Firan.<br /><br />As a taster for what's in the issue here is a powerful little poem by C.E. Chaffin:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Baby</span><br /><br />It's 4:30 AM, pitch-black and cold.<br />I spoon against your body<br />wishing there were no cotton<br />to separate us, not even skin.<br /><br />I want to crawl up your tunnel<br />and hide deep in your belly<br />before the sun exposes me.<br />Let me re-gestate, please.<br /><br />Maybe this time it will be better,<br />maybe this time I won't end up<br />clinging to you like a life raft<br />in the shipwrecked night,<br />forty and terrified.<br /><br />If you should wake<br />and want to make love<br />I may stay inside forever.<br /><br />C.E. ChaffinJim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-42486464158566898232009-05-04T17:11:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:10:21.590-07:00How to capture and record streaming internet audio in LinuxFor this exercise, lame, sox and mplayer will be used to capture audio from the streaming internet feed of Washington, DC based radio station WMAL. First, save the following script into whatever bin directory you feel comfortable with under a name such as record.sh:<br /><br />#!/bin/bash<br />#<br /># record.sh<br />#<br /># Use mplayer to capture the stream<br /># at $STREAM to the file $FILE<br />#<br /># example: record.sh my_radio_show 60 mms://someserver.com/stream<br /><br />DIR=/home/jim/Music/PodCasts #directory where to save the file<br />TEMPDIR=/tmp<br /><br /># Don't edit anything below this line<br />#######################################################<br />DATE=`date +%Y-%m-%d` # Save the date as YYYY-MM-DD<br />YEAR=`date +%Y` # Save just the year as YYYY<br />NAME=$1<br />DURATION=$2 # enough to catch the show, plus a bit<br />STREAM=$3<br />TEMPFILE=$TEMPDIR/$NAME-$DATE<br />FILE=$DIR/$NAME-$DATE # Where to save it <br /><br /># Capture Stream<br />mkfifo $TEMPFILE.wav<br />mkfifo $TEMPFILE-silenced.wav<br /><br /># The lame settings below are optimized for voice encoding<br /># The sox command below strips out any silent portions<br />lame -S -a -m m --ty "$YEAR" --vbr-new -V 9 --lowpass 13.4 --athaa-sensitivity 1 \<br /> --resample 32 $TEMPFILE-silenced.wav $FILE.mp3 >/dev/null &<br />sox $TEMPFILE.wav -c 1 $TEMPFILE-silenced.wav \<br /> silence 1 0.2 0.5% -1 0.2 0.5% >/dev/null&<br />/usr/bin/mplayer -really-quiet -cache 500 \<br /> -ao pcm:file="$TEMPFILE.wav" -vc dummy -vo null \<br /> -noframedrop $STREAM >/dev/null&<br /><br />sleep 5<br /># get the pid of all processes started in this script. <br />PIDS=`ps auxww | grep $TEMPFILE | awk '{print $2}'`<br /><br /># the & turns the capture into a background job<br />sleep `echo ${DURATION}*60 | bc` # wait for the show to be over<br />kill $PIDS >/dev/null # kill the stream capture<br />rm $TEMPFILE.wav<br />rm $TEMPFILE-silenced.wav<br /><br /><br />I wish I could claim this nifty little script as my own creation, but I found it somewhere on the internet and modified it to suit my own needs.<br /><br />This script can be invoked using the command: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">/home/jim/bin/record.sh Ric_Edelman 120 http://citadelcc-WMAL-AM.wm.llnwd.net/citadelcc_WMAL_AM</span><br /><br />where the first parameter is the name of the radio show, the second the number of minutes to record and the third the URL of your favorite radio stream. <br /><br />After testing to ensure everything works properly, it is time to set up the crontab entries for recording your shows. I use gnome-scheduler so I don't miss a show no matter what I'm doing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/Sf-IWVbmIPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lZPPVgHW-XQ/s1600-h/cron_1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/Sf-IWVbmIPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lZPPVgHW-XQ/s320/cron_1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332130401121345778" /></a><br /><br />The details of how one recording is set up:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/Sf-IlsWixrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Aq_8uqYfsvw/s1600-h/Screenshot-Edit+a+Scheduled+Task.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/Sf-IlsWixrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Aq_8uqYfsvw/s320/Screenshot-Edit+a+Scheduled+Task.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332130664972207794" /></a><br /><br />Hope this proves useful.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-51038205525849215972009-03-25T15:11:00.000-07:002009-10-02T17:01:14.302-07:00Inaugural Publication of Loch Raven Press at Amazon -- Sandy Lyne's In the Footsteps of Paradise<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/ScqtcoBP2-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PSQqBqzaVzo/s1600-h/70163.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317253017354886114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/ScqtcoBP2-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PSQqBqzaVzo/s320/70163.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 211px;" /></a>The inaugural publication of Loch Raven Press, In the Footsteps of Paradise by Sandford Lyne is now available from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Footsteps-Paradise-Sandford-Lyne/dp/0982185405/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1238017599&sr=1-2">amazon.com</a>.<br />
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Sandy Lyne worked for years as a Kennedy Center Partner in Education teaching children and writing teachers throughout the United States and beyond. His collections of poems by young people, Ten-Second Rainshowers (1996) and Soft Hay Will Catch You (2004), were published by Simon and Schuster. His Writing Poetry from the Inside Out: Finding Your Voice Through the Craft of Poetry was published posthumously in May 2007 by SourceBooks Inc. of Napierville IL. Sandy's own poems appeared in the anthology Quickly Aging Here, Some Poets of the 1970's, edited by Geof Hewitt (Doubleday/Anchor, 1969), in small chapbook editions, and in numerous journals, including The American Poetry Review, The Virginia Quarterly Review, Ploughshares, and Poetry East. Sandy Lyne passed away on February 7, 2007.<br />
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I provided the following blurb on the back cover:<br />
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Guided by an inner light throughout his career, Sandford Lyne has written complex poems of the human heart in a deceptively simple, accessible language. These poems are filled with the love of plain speech, the search for wisdom and redemption, the willingness to let the sublime enter everyday life, and the belief in the sacredness of the word. As a Kennedy Center Fellow, Lyne taught poetry writing to over 50,000 young people and teachers, and influenced many lives beyond his calling. Though this book is tinged with grief, it ultimately affirms the joy of being alive and passing on the love of language to the next generation.<br />
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SOME PRAISE FOR SANDY'S POETRY:<br />
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"I am repeatedly struck by the range of poems in this collections: the psychological range, the poetic range, the imaginative range. These are poems that could have been written anywhere and they are, in fact, written at different stages of Sandy’s life and of the different physical places he lived in. They are poems of youth and poems of maturity. They are poems of leaving and poems of arriving. They are poems of large vacant spaces in our lives and poems about the ways love fills those places. Whatever they are in the shapes and turns they take, they are always poems centered in and sung from the geography of the human heart.”<br />
– Darrell Bourque, Louisiana Poet Laureate, 2007-2008<br />
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“Sandy’s poems surfaced from depths where words can’t go. His calling and art was to dive and live at such silent, potent depths, and to translate their soul-refreshing stillness into poems that join you wherever you may sit; that say, unmistakeably, ‘Friend.’ A fluid living calm still clings to these soulful surfacings. He wanted you to have them and here they are at last.”<br />
– Geoffrey Oelsner, author of Native Joy: Poems, Songs, Visions, Dreams<br />
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For those who enter the weekly poetry challenges at the <a href="http://www.wildpoetryforum.com/">Wild Poetry Forum</a>, you might remember a word-group poem of Sandy's that was used about a year ago:<br />
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Emperor Children Fireflies Moon<br />
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1.<br />
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The emperor is in the garden.<br />
He came there to admire the moon,<br />
as emperors do.<br />
His children hide there,<br />
covering their laughter with their hands,<br />
wishing not to be seen.<br />
They, too, came out for the moon,<br />
but they also came to catch the fireflies.<br />
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2.<br />
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The moon is emperor tonight,<br />
slowly crossing the garden<br />
of the sky,<br />
no children to accompany him,<br />
an emperor alone.<br />
Perhaps he came to play with<br />
the starry fireflies.<br />
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3.<br />
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How sad the emperor seems tonight,<br />
and lonely as the distant moon.<br />
The burdens of ruling are great,<br />
and assassins could be anywhere.<br />
He remembers his days as a child<br />
when his only care<br />
was catching fireflies in the summer night.<br />
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4.<br />
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The emperor invites the children<br />
to his summer garden.<br />
They think he wants them<br />
to admire the moon.<br />
No, he wants them to teach him<br />
their art of catching fireflies.<br />
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5.<br />
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I want to grow up to be<br />
the emperor of my life someday.<br />
I want someone to love me, to think<br />
that I’m the sun and moon.<br />
But I will never outgrow<br />
the job of catching fireflies<br />
in the summer nights.<br />
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6.<br />
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No moon tonight.<br />
No matter.<br />
Let him sleep,<br />
that golden emperor<br />
of the summer night.<br />
I will be like children<br />
happy in the dark,<br />
their hearts made bright<br />
in chasing fireflies.<br />
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7.<br />
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Winter night, so cold<br />
the emperor moon<br />
a frozen statue<br />
in the glistening sky.<br />
Icicles hang from<br />
the pagoda roof,<br />
twinkling here and there<br />
like summer fireflies.<br />
Here, too, the snowman<br />
left by playing children<br />
to help us forget, for now,<br />
the joys of summer days.<br />
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8.<br />
<br />
My father thinks he’s emperor<br />
of our house.<br />
His watch is ruler of his days.<br />
He whistlers from the porch<br />
to call me in.<br />
It’s time, he thinks.<br />
No moon tonight to give away<br />
my hiding place.<br />
I’ll come in soon, but for awhile<br />
I want to linger—<br />
and you can guess—<br />
the summer night is full of fireflies!<br />
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9.<br />
<br />
Enough fireflies in my jar—<br />
in the darkness of my room<br />
they’ll replace the summer moon.<br />
It’s good to be a child, I think,<br />
to play, then sleep,<br />
and be the emperor of my dreams.<br />
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I hope some of you will find this book of interest and worthy of a read.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-20151906151776574232009-03-07T07:24:00.000-08:002009-07-13T06:45:50.940-07:00How to Stream Bloomberg TV on LinuxIn my quest to get Microsoft and paid software in general off of my computer, I've been continually frustrated in trying to play Bloomberg TV on my Linux installation because their website uses a proprietary Microsoft codecs for sound. I've tinkered around enough now to find a solution to this problem. In VLC media player or MPlayer (my preferred approach) open network site mms://wmslive.media.hinet.net/Weblive_Bloomberg_600<br /><br />Here's what it looks like:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SbKS9g4386I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uiFV62Hprks/s1600-h/BloombergScreenShot.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SbKS9g4386I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uiFV62Hprks/s320/BloombergScreenShot.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468496121394082" /></a><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SbKTao1fnLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZIdXu_ofL3A/s1600-h/Bloomberg.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/SbKTao1fnLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZIdXu_ofL3A/s320/Bloomberg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468996470906034" /></a>Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-12007863781287682932008-01-13T10:07:00.000-08:002008-01-13T10:11:11.899-08:00The Way the Game is Meant to be PlayedOutdoors, in the elements, on grass. Not on artificial turf, not indoors, or any other venue designed to give the home team an advantage.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4pTw_rnVQI/AAAAAAAAACs/HreHnOkUzOE/s1600-h/Green+Bay+Game.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4pTw_rnVQI/AAAAAAAAACs/HreHnOkUzOE/s320/Green+Bay+Game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155024824672146690" /></a><br />Need I say more. Go Green Bay!Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-42807819236325144282008-01-07T09:26:00.000-08:002008-01-09T05:58:41.566-08:00Bye-bye, WindowsFor several years now I've been toying with open source software on some on my low-end computers to see if they had enough functionality to replace Microsoft Windows. In particular, I've been looking at different Linux distributions. Recently, I installed Ubuntu 7.10 ("gutsy gibbon") on my AMD 1800 machine. By today's standards, this is a very slow machine, but gutsy performs well on it, and I think I have finally found what I am looking for-- a viable Windows alternative that isn't Apple. I use Open Office to replace Microsoft Office, and Amarok and Mplayer to replace Windows Media Player. And I have my own web server, database and media server running on the same box.<br /><br />I didn't care much for the default "human theme" in Ubuntu with its 70's-ish orange and brown color scheme. I customized the look and feel closer to my liking:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4Jtd_rnVLI/AAAAAAAAACE/txsC7LzS7Wg/s1600-h/Screenshot.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4Jtd_rnVLI/AAAAAAAAACE/txsC7LzS7Wg/s320/Screenshot.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152801285743269042" /></a><br /><br />Then onto the other technical challenges--- loading my iPod<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4Jt9PrnVMI/AAAAAAAAACM/2frJkxyXwcs/s1600-h/LoadingIPOD.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4Jt9PrnVMI/AAAAAAAAACM/2frJkxyXwcs/s320/LoadingIPOD.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152801822614181058" /></a><br /><br />editing images<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4JuQvrnVNI/AAAAAAAAACU/jjJ4EiJD3Rw/s1600-h/Screenshot-Cardarelli.pdf-1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4JuQvrnVNI/AAAAAAAAACU/jjJ4EiJD3Rw/s320/Screenshot-Cardarelli.pdf-1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152802157621630162" /></a><br /><br />watching movies (Full Metal Jacket-- Hoo Ra)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4JuzvrnVOI/AAAAAAAAACc/AQhu5jm1EVs/s1600-h/FullMetalJacket.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4JuzvrnVOI/AAAAAAAAACc/AQhu5jm1EVs/s320/FullMetalJacket.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152802758917051618" /></a><br /><br />running IE on Ubuntu so I can make sure my web sites account for the IE bugs<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4JviPrnVPI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZY4KGTZijSY/s1600-h/RunningIE6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R4JviPrnVPI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZY4KGTZijSY/s320/RunningIE6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152803557780968690" /></a><br /><br />For those interested in giving Ubuntu a try, a Live CD is available for download from <a href="http://www.ubuntu.com/">ubuntu.com</a>. For those who like a more windows-centric look and feel there's the KDE based variant Kubuntu at <a href="http://kubuntu.com">kubuntu.com</a>. And for truly low-end computers that can barely run XP and couldn't even begin to think about running Vista, don't turn them into a boat anchor, try xubuntu instead at <a href="http://xubuntu.com">xubuntu.com</a>; it just might breath some life back into an antique.Jim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-11518176769014219182008-01-04T21:50:00.000-08:002009-10-04T06:24:30.723-07:00Winter 2007 LRR Now Online<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R38bvPrnVKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3Bfzubxtd6M/s1600-h/winter2007billboard.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/R38bvPrnVKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3Bfzubxtd6M/s320/winter2007billboard.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151866997212402850" /></a><br />
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Better late than never! And with a new look and feel! The Loch Raven Review Winter 2007 issue is now live. Go to http://www.lochravenreview.net.<br />
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The issue features poetry by Gary Blankenship, Jim Corner, William Doreski, Michaela A. Gabriel, Clarinda Harriss, Deborah P. Kolodji, Tammy Ho Lai-ming, David W. Landrum, Danilo Lopez, Steve Meador, Corey Mesler, Mary E. Moore, Shawn Nacona Stroud, S. Thomas Summers, Thane Zander; an essay by Dave Eberhardt and Dan Cuddy; fiction by William Reese Hamilton, Fred Longworth, Randy Rohn, Deborah C. Strozier, Howard Waldman; book reviews by Dan Cuddy, Jim Doss and Christopher T. George. A number of Wild regulars on the list for this issue.<br />
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Please note that we are now accepting submissions for the Spring 2008 issue, which posts in March, with a submission deadline of February 28th. Our reading period is February 15th to March 15th.<br />
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Best regards<br />
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Chris George and Jim Doss, Editors<br />
Loch Raven Review<br />
http://www.lochravenreview.netJim Dosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10577497075474456684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34712187.post-89694764755500804402007-10-10T07:38:00.000-07:002009-10-04T06:24:54.690-07:00Fall Loch Raven Review Now Online<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/Rwzk-ImpDQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hqLoLWjr8Po/s1600-h/2007FallCoverSmall.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZtaO5iKjqM/Rwzk-ImpDQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hqLoLWjr8Po/s320/2007FallCoverSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119718632525991170" /></a><br />
The Loch Raven Review Fall 2007 issue is now live. <br />
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The issue features poetry by Bob Bradshaw, Mary Susan Clemons, Lisa Janice Cohen, Jim Corner, Richard Fein, Allen Itz, Guy Kettelhack, Morgan Lafay, David W. Landrum, Charles Levenstein, Chris Mooney-Singh, Mary E. Moore, Charles Musser, Michael North, Ashok Niyogi, Constantine Pantazonis, Don Schaeffer, Shawn Nacona Stroud, S. Thomas Summers, Ray Templeton; translations of Cristina Rascón Castro by Toshiya Kamei, Federico García Lorca by Catherine Chandler, and Sofía Ramírez by Toshiya Kamei; an interview with Teresa White by Christopher T. George and Lisa Janice Cohen; an essay on "Performing Allen Ginsberg’s Howl by Gregg Mosson; fiction by Semia Harbawi, Barry Judson Lohnes, and Tom Sheehan; and book reviews by Jim Doss and Christopher T. George.<br />
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Enjoy! Please note that we are now accepting submissions for the Winter issue, which posts in December, with a deadline of November 30. Our reading period is November 15 to December 15.<br />
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Best regards<br />
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Chris George and Jim Doss, Editors<br />
Loch Raven Review<br />
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