Trees like veins
stretching across cloudy skies
pumping life from one corner to another
Veins like trees
reaching around shoulders
down fingers like branches
to and from the heart at the same time
Freckles like stars
peppering cheeks and noses and chests
decorating skin like snow
down the curves of a spine
Stars like freckles
a dash of light
across the deep dark face of our universe
telling stories of loves lost
and homes found
Caves like mouths
echos on rocks like a voice born in a throat
chanting songs of long nights
lit by a single eternal window to the world
Mouths like caves
full of shadows
no one knows
what monsters lurk in those depths
itching to roar
to shove away
anyone foolish enough
to camp at the entrance
the creatures roam through rows and rows
of glittering jewels
diamonds plucked from rock
at just the right moment
to induce fireworks and butterflies
in another human being
Bodies like planets
turning, glowing, unstoppable
harsh and powerful, volcanoes erupting
at every shift in the soul
speckled in craggy mountain tops
places never to be touched
always cold and liked that way
caverns too deep even for worms
because nobody needs to know
what lies in the puddles at the bottom
Planets like bodies
living, nurturing, loving
there is no end to the beauty in this
dirt soft and pliable like a mind
vulnerable if it’s touched just right
dead much too easy
Look at the way everything echos
isn’t it glorious?
Today’s Daily Dose of Dead is Mississippi ½ Step from the Winterland Arena in San Francisco on December 30, 1977. (tomorrow is Let it Grow from the same show).
A killer portion of this show was released as bonus tracks to Dick’s Picks 10 (go and get this one if you don’t already have it) and that close of the second set was Estimated > Eyes > St. Stephen > Sugar Mag. Although an amazing segue of songs it just scratches the surface of yet another stellar 1977 show.
From the start this one rocks and rocks hard with this powerful version of ½ Step. Pretty much no end to the greatness of this show as first set standouts such as Peggy-O and Ramble on Rose are at the top of their live performance game. More on this show tomorrow… but for today just enjoy the music!
If all you got to live for is what you left behind, get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine. Lost my boots in transit babe, pile of smoking leather. Nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather.”
The twins were fixing the tribe’s firepit, clearing away the top layer where it had been repaired clumsily, by simply heaping rocks on top of one another so their weight held them in place. The lower rings had been built more carefully, of rocks rubbed down and chipped to fit together smoothly. Maor, with the clever eyes, would show his sister the shape they needed, then she would run her clever hands over the pile of uncut stones and select a suitable one. Maor did the rough work, striking the stones with his chisel to split them down to the right size, then Hahdasa would smooth them out and pass them back so he could fit them back into the walls of the pit. They had meant to keep working until their father the Prophet came back, but he wasn’t back yet, so they finished the job, replacing the crude top layer and patching the gaps in the clever bottom layer. There was one stone in that bottom layer they couldn’t quite understand–very large and rounded, but rough on the flat side that faced the center of the pit. As Hahdasa’s white fingers probed the compacted black ash at the very bottom of the pit, they found something hard and her eyes suddenly widened. She groped again and let out a low whistle.
“Here, let Maor feel what Hahdasa feels.” She took his hand and guided it to the large, flat rock that formed the bottom of the pit–its texture was rough.
“Now here.” She moved his hand to the large,
rock in the wall of the pit–it had the same texture. The two had once been halves of a whole that had been split, not by a tool but by water or wind. Maor whistled too.
“The person who made this used the two halves of the broken stone to write down the… the deep name [Maor has coined the Wasserwyrd word for “idea”] of the firepit. So why do our mothers and fathers not remember it?” Their right hands clasped more tightly, and their left hands met, too. Hahdasa looked over her shoulder and called to the first adult she saw, Luchio.
“Let our father Luchio come here!” He did, squatting down to look into the new firepit, clearly impressed. “Who built this firepit?”
“We all did. The Maker Tribe all helped to build it,” said Luchio, evasively.
“But what hands put in the stones?” Maor asked bluntly.
“It will not seem to we two that Luchio is speaking in favor of Bad Things that flow into the answer simply because he is speaking OF Bad Things,” said his sister to soften his words. She realized why Luchio, the newest Maker father, who had given his brown skin and red hair to the newest Maker son and made the Prophet change the tools he used to shape their consensus, hesitated to discuss anything involving taboos.
“Virgo’s hands. She was ostracized by our tribe before Luchio become one of us all.” Hahdasa said a few pleasant things for Luchio’s benefit that Maor wasn’t interested in, and when he went back to what he was doing, she turned back to him.
“It seems to Maor that we two must go to where this Virgo is, and speak with her.” Her hands trembled faintly, and he gave her a little squeeze.
“Hahdasa’s brother speaks the truth… but it will seem to the tribe that we two have done a Bad Thing by speaking to one who has been ostracized…”
“The Prophet has said that we all must make new tools to protect the tribe from Bad People. If our tribe has forgotten this, what else have we all forgotten? It seems to Maor that we two must go anyway.” Hahdasa gasped at this, but then smiled.
“We are doing what the Prophet wanted, as it seems to us… and we would have asked the Prophet first… but he is not here.”
In 2013, the Serpentine Gallery presents Rock on Top of Another Rock by Fischli/Weiss, the first public sculpture by the artists to be presented in the UK.
Published to accompany a parallel project installed in Valdresflya, Norway, this catalogue features essays by Patrick Frey, John Kelsey and Pernille Albrethsen as well as historical texts selected by the artists.
Naomi surprises Roy the next day by telling him she’d like to take him to lunch; he knows how much she dislikes crowds and public places so he’s touched, but also concerned: what if she freaks out or has a panic attack or something? However she drives in the opposite direction to the town and after twenty minutes parks Raj’s car at the top of a deserted, windy hill. They then descend a very steep path down the side of a cliff. A couple of times Roy nearly loses his footing, dislodging showers of tiny white rocks under his feet, and Naomi has to grab him to steady him, but her cool smooth fingers on his arm have quite the opposite effect. After reaching the bottom they walk for another 15 minutes until they reach a secluded rock pool and waterfall, the air white with spray and noise. The water is so cold that Roy is convinced for the first five minutes that he’s going to have a heart attack. Then he wonders how the ambulance officers would manage to carry him up the side of the cliff. By the time he’s decided they would probably have to winch him up in a helicopter he’s gotten used to the temperature and is actually enjoying himself.
Naomi has packed a picnic lunch, bread rolls and sausages and hamburger and watermelon and homemade chocolate brownies. It’s difficult to talk above the roar of the water smashing onto the rocks so they don’t bother. Roy doesn’t feel any necessity to talk around Naomi, anyway. It’s one of the nicest things about her. After they’ve eaten she lies down on her towel in the sun and is soon asleep. He lies down too and closes his eyes but her proximity to him makes sleep impossible. It’s soon too painful to lie on his stomach and lying on his back is unthinkable so he wades back into the freezing water, which solves his dilemma almost immediately. Then he floats around on his back, letting the noise of the water drown out everything else in his head.
NASA’s Curiosity rover is about to enter the final, strange region before reaching the base of Mount Sharp (its prime destination).
The top photograph shows the region from a bird’s-eye-view. You can see horizontal stripes running across the image. These things are essentially fossilized sand dunes.
They were likely formed originally, like any sand dune, by wind carrying the sand into these formations. How have they become rock though?
It’s possible water played a role. Water could’ve risen up from the ground carrying material that “glued” the sand together into solid rock.
Either way something curious happened here. In the bottom image you can see Mount Stimson. This hill has the black-rock layer on top. If you were to see it from a bird’s-eye-view you’d notice those same horizontal stripes… in other words the tope of that hill is a fossilized sand dune.
Below it, you see a type of rock known as the Pahrump material. Curiosity has seen this sort of rock before with veins of minerals, another sign of water.
From now on every move forward Curiosity makes is a step further into the past, parting the curtains on the red planet’s much more blue epoch.
(Image credit: NASA/JPL/UA and NASA/JPL/MSSS/Emily Lakdawalla respectively)
Never thought I would be at the site of the oldest rocks in Europe, and some even say the world. This is also one of the first sites that lead geologists to the theory of plate tectonics. This discovery came about because the dark rock you see is believed to be millions of years older than the more orange colored limestone below. The two geologists that found this site realized that plates were thrusting overtop of one another, explaining this phenomenon.
The older rocks had been moved some 70 kilometres to the west over the top of the younger rocks because of plate tectonics. I learned about this in grade 8, and it has never actually made more sense until now ;) … I’m also lucky to have 2 hosts that know a lot about geology!
I finally found them! Going to make self notes for future reference~~
1) Go to Emerald Graves & find the Area between 2 rocks
2) Jump like an idiot on top of cute rock thingy for 50 to 60 times till you hear creepy voice asking to find 10 Crystal Grace. Complete quest & place Crystal Grace on rock. Another creepy voice will say sumthing about stairs ??
3) Anyhow go to Emprise du Lion & find secret Path.
4) Walk into cave till reach ruins area. Light Vielfire & jump behind the wooden wall **update** or walk underneath the wooden wall & on the wooden plank &….JUMP!
5) Walk through ice wall & Voilà! Secret Entrance!
6) Walk down stairs till reach an empty area with 1 chest & Loot!
Also you will hear the creepy voice again once you get to the chest