Of Monsters And Men – Mountain Sound
An evening pause:
Category: The Evening Pause
A nightly pause from the news to give the reader/viewer a bit of classic entertainment.
Kseniya Simonova – To Norway
An evening pause: More story-telling with sand, by Kseniya Simonova. This time she tells a northern fantasy, based on the Norwegian epics.
Vi Hart – What was up with Pythagoras?
An evening pause: “And he was afraid of beans.”
Yann Frisch
An evening pause: Some close-up magic by Yann Frisch.
Katherine Jenkins – Requiem for a Soldier
An evening pause: On this anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, I give thanks to the past generation that gave me freedom.
I wish you’d lived to see
All you gave to me
Your shining dream of hope and love
Life and libertyWe are all one great band of brothers
And one day you’ll see – we can live together
When all the world is free.
Celtic Harp Orchestra – Miranda and the Tempest
An evening pause: This is a really stunning piece of music.
The toughest bridge in the world
An evening pause: I think the trucks in this video are a perfect metaphor for the American public’s attitude towards the federal debt. So what there are yellow flashing warning signs! Charge on!
Urban shooting techniques
An evening pause: As they say on the youtube webpage, “I can never help but wonder if there’s anyone on the planet who thinks that we were remotely serious in this bit?”
Loreena McKennitt – Snow
An evening pause: It is December, so of course we must have snow.
Microwaving Ivory Soap
An evening pause:
William Butler Yeats – The Second Coming
An evening pause: In memory to the 20,000 or so violent attacks committed by Islamic radical since September 11, 2001, I think this poem by William Butler Yeats is appropriate. Written it 1920, it somehow sensed the the coming conflict.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Simon & Garfunkel – Homeward Bound
An evening pause: Ah, to return to sunny and warm Arizona.