Aaron challenged me to find 1000 works of art, each better than that scene in Ferris Bueller where Cameron looks at the Seurat painting. So here they are, one by one, till what's done is done. © Jon Azose 2010-2012
Monday, December 31, 2012
737. Landslide
Sunday, December 30, 2012
736. Crash Into Me (the song)
I forgot about the existence of Dave Matthews until Ellen told me he lives in our neighborhood. I'm not sure I would recognize him if I saw him, but I'm sure he wouldn't recognize me, so that's fine. Listen here.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
734. The Maryland state flag
Clearly the best state flag. It really stands out against all those other boring flags. (It's actually just the heraldic banner of George Calvert.)
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
729. The Lion King
You know, Hamlet, but with more wildebeest stampedes and less ear poison. (I'd love to see a production of Hamlet with a wildebeest stampede.)
Saturday, December 22, 2012
728. Gateway to the West
Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
726. Für Elise
Elise is so vain, I bet she thinks this song is about her.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
725. The myth of Cassiopeia
Don't brag that your daughter is more beautiful than all of Poseidon's daughters. Poseidon doesn't take kindly to that.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
724. The Creation of Adam
Nearly three quarters of the way through, so any time I think of an iconic work that's not already on the list, you can be sure it's coming up. Also, about this painting, notice that God seems to be in a big floating brain. Just a fun fact.
Monday, December 17, 2012
723. How the Grinch Stole Christmas!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
721. Pastoralia
An excellent short story about a man who is absurdly committed to his job of pretending to be a caveman in a historical recreation-themed amusement park that nobody ever comes to visit.
Friday, December 14, 2012
720. I'll Be Seeing You (the radio drama)
We went to see the KUOW production of this radio show from the 1940s. A soldier with PTSD falls in love with a woman who's temporarily released from prison.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
719. Freaks and Geeks
The most honestly depicted family relationships I've seen on TV. But hard to watch if you've got low tolerance for awkwardness.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
718. A Canticle For Leibowitz
After a nuclear apocalypse, monks preserve technological manuscripts without having any clue what they mean.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
714. The Tiger
| TIGER, tiger, burning bright | |
| In the forests of the night, | |
| What immortal hand or eye | |
| Could frame thy fearful symmetry? | |
| In what distant deeps or skies | 5 |
| Burnt the fire of thine eyes? | |
| On what wings dare he aspire? | |
| What the hand dare seize the fire? | |
| And what shoulder and what art | |
| Could twist the sinews of thy heart? | 10 |
| And when thy heart began to beat, | |
| What dread hand and what dread feet? | |
| What the hammer? what the chain? | |
| In what furnace was thy brain? | |
| What the anvil? What dread grasp | 15 |
| Dare its deadly terrors clasp? | |
| When the stars threw down their spears, | |
| And water'd heaven with their tears, | |
| Did He smile His work to see? | |
| Did He who made the lamb make thee? | 20 |
| Tiger, tiger, burning bright | |
| In the forests of the night, | |
| What immortal hand or eye | |
| Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? |
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
710. If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
707. Give Peace a Chance
I originally had two typos in the title. I do feel like I would listen to "Give Peach a Change", but the message might not resonate as well.
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