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And getting up here I say it is the best road trip in America soaring through nature’s finest show. Denali, the great one, soaring under the midnight sun. And then the extremes. In the winter time it’s the frozen road that is competing with the view of ice fogged frigid beauty, the cold though, doesn’t it split the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs?
And then in the summertime such extreme summertime about a hundred and fifty degrees hotter than just some months ago, than just some months from now, with fireweed blooming along the frost heaves and merciless rivers that are rushing and carving and reminding us that here, Mother Nature wins. It is as throughout all Alaska that big wild good life teeming along the road that is north to the future.
Shaq vs. Bynum. The little tussle at the end is stupid; but you gotta love seeing Shaq embarrass someone with a huge dunk, and then seeing him get shown up seconds later. I don’t even care about basketball, but Bynum’s rebuttal got me fired up.
They skipped a few minutes’ worth of the opening toccata section, but man, how cool. That footwork! (via kottke)
I’m wondering what someone could do if they spent their life practicing an instrument like this one. Or what could a group of players (dancers?) make of it? One of the things that can make percussion ensembles (or say, a drummer in a band) more interesting than other chamber groups is all the movement. It can be really visual and just plain fun to watch, which you don’t always get from a pianist or string quartet or whatever.
Audrey Hepburn sings “Moon River.” Swoon.