All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

underneathallcurrents: This photo was taken by photographer Jack...

Thu, 07 May 2009 17:23:08 -0700

This photo was taken by photographer Jack Bradley and depicts the exact moment this boy, Harold Whittles, hears for the very first time ever. The doctor treating him has just placed an earpiece in his left ear. Date unknown.

(Cake) People you Love, will turn their backs on...

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 10:44:00 -0700

(Cake)

People you Love, will turn their backs on you.

You’ll loose your hair, your teeth.

Your knife will fall out of its sheath.

But you still don’t like to leave before the end of the movie.

People you hate will get their hooks into you.

They’ll pull you down, you’ll frown.

They’ll tar you and drag you through town.

But you still don’t like to leave before the end of the movie.

No you still don’t like to leave before the end of the show.

Job [4] Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean. Not one?

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 22:25:50 -0800

Job [4] Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean. Not one?

(underneathallcurrents) In 2008, Portland had 30 microbreweries...

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 01:05:08 -0800

(underneathallcurrents)

In 2008, Portland had 30 microbreweries located within the city limits,more than any city in the world and greater than one-third of the state total.

For me there is always something of pushing. Pushing on air,...

Wed, 28 Jan 2009 23:21:00 -0800

For me there is always something of pushing. Pushing on air, pushing with my thoughts. I find that the trick to flying is to trick myself; I must believe that there is some firmness in the air just beneath me. But even in dreams I am a skeptic. I cannot of my own will keep the air congealed beneath me, no matter how many of these esoteric codexes I scour. I can manage only a few paces up before I falter. Perhaps the old manuscripts fail for suggesting that I maintain this firmness alone.

In this handout photo provided by the White House, a folder for...

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:44:00 -0800

In this handout photo provided by the White House, a folder for U.S. President Barack Obama (the 44th president) is shown, left for him by Former U.S. President George W. Bush on the Resolute desk in the Oval Office of the White House January 20, 2009 in Washington, D.C.

Beyond all expectations, this simple picture of a simple folder has sparked a flurry of speculation among conspiracy theorists. Publishing their ideas on blogs and obscure pamphlets, they claim the photograph confirms a heretofore unsubstantiated story regarding traditions which govern passage of certain secrets from one American President to the next. The “book of secrets” described in the movie National Treasure: Book of Secrets was largely perceived as whimsical fantasy, but since the late thirties some have claimed that information regarding the location of such a book was passed from President to President in a folder left on the resolute desk. This seems an vulnerable location for such important information, but some have argued that the historic importance of the desk holds some charm over the minds of loyalists that would prevent them from peeking into the folder, and trouble-makers would be unlikely to ponder the exposed folder long enough to understand the significance of its contents. Perhaps the oddest piece of this puzzle is the near concensus among conspiracy theorists that the practice of the folder on the resolute desk was inexplicably consistent from President to President, despite a near complete absence evidence until this photograph surfaced just days ago.

Suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty...

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:55:00 -0800

Suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where the lords of the morning were sitting.

She told me not to cut the tree, but we needed wood to...

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 22:15:16 -0800

She told me not to cut the tree, but we needed wood to burn.

“This tree has no business being cut. It wants to grow.”

“A tree so large has surely cast its seed,” I said. “If it wishes to grow, our tree will live in its saplings after the parent no longer blocks the sun.”

I realized I had underestimated the tree’s guile when I saw that it had cast its seeds at the minds of men. The people who live near the stump were quicker than the saplings to make this old tree live again.

(iron & wine lyrics)(Robert Collier image) evening on the...

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 21:12:54 -0800

(iron & wine lyrics)(Robert Collier image)

evening on the ground and there is no one else around so you will
blame me

blame me for the rocks and baby bones
and broken lock on our garden wall of eden full of spiderbites and all your lovers

we were born to fuck each other one way or another, but i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night

tiny baby tears i will collect a million years and you can blame me

i will wear it in the empty hollow part of my garden wall of eden in the clamour as they raise the curtain

you will never make me learn to lay beneath the mountain ‘cause i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night

ringing in the 800th new year. at Cambridge.

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 17:12:53 -0800

ringing in the 800th new year. at Cambridge.

The Castle on the water thought these thistle thoughts are good...

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 23:32:06 -0800

The Castle on the water thought

these thistle thoughts are good for naught.

(The Tallest Man on Earth) So now we’re dancing through...

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 15:25:00 -0800

(The Tallest Man on Earth)

So now we’re dancing through the garden

And what a garden I have made

And now that death will grow my jasmine

I find it soothing I’m afriad

Hop-tu-Naa in English This is old Hollantide night;...

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 14:51:00 -0700

Hop-tu-Naa in English

This is old Hollantide night; Hop-tu-naa

The moon shines bright; Trol-la-laa.

Cock of the hens; Hop-tu-naa

Supper of the heifer; Trol-la-laa.

Which heifer shall we kill? Hop-tu-naa

The little speckled heifer. Trol-la-laa.

The fore-quarter, Hop-tu-naa

We’ll put in the pot for you. Trol-la-laa.

The little hind quarter, Hop-tu-naa

Give to us, give to us. Trol-la-laa.

I tasted the broth, Hop-tu-naa

I scalded my tongue, Trol-la-laa.

I ran to the well, Hop-tu-naa

And drank my fill; Trol-la-laa.

On my way back, Hop-tu-naa

I met a witch cat; Trol-la-laa.

The cat began to grin, Hop-tu-naa

And I am a slag away. Trol-la-laa.

Where did you run to? Hop-tu-naa

I ran to Scotland. Trol-la-laa.

What were they doing there? Hop-til-naa

Baking bannocks and roasting collops. Trol-la-laa.

Hop-tu-naa, Trol-la-laa

(Loayrt)

My ta shiu goll dy chur red erbee dooin, cur dooin tappee eh,

Ny vees mayd ersooyl liorish soilshey yn cayst

Hop-tu-naa, Trol-la-laa.

(Spoken)

If you are going to give us anything, give it us soon,

Or we’ll be away by the light of the moon.

Hop-tu-naa, Trol-la-laa.

The Witchcraft Act of 1735 contained a clause preventing the consumption of pork and pastry comestibles on Halloween, although in modern times, such treats are a popular…

Halloween was seen as the time when the division between the world of the living and the otherworld was blurred.

Many of the traditional customs derive from ancient divination practices and ways of trying to predict the future. By the 18th century, most of the customs were methods for young people to search for their future husbands or wives. As Samhainn was originally a harvest festival, many of these strange practices are connected with food or the harvest and fertility. One old custom associated with the Western Isles was to put two large nuts in the hearth of a peat fire; these were supposed to represent yourself and your intended spouse. If the nuts curled together when they warmed up, it was deemed to be a good omen; but if they jumped apart, then it was time to look for another sweetheart.

Islanders from Lewis traditionally poured ale into the sea as a libation to a marine God called “Seonaidh,” or “Shoney,” on Celtic Samhain or Halloween so that he would send seaweed to the shore to fertilise the fields for the coming year. Seonadh in Scottish Gaelic means sorcery, augury, or Druidism, and it is possible that the custom of Shonaidh is the direct link to an ancient form of Celtic god worship that has been Christianised. As “Seonaidh,” which is Gaelic “Johnny,” it may also be a reference to one of St. John and an invocation of him.

(Everett Fox translation) He arose during that night, took his...

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:07:00 -0700

(Everett Fox translation)

He arose during that night,

took his two wives, his two maids, and his eleven children

to cross the Yabbok crossing.

He took them and brought them across the river; he brought

across what belonged to him.

And Yaakov was left alone-

Now a man wrestled with him until the coming up of dawn.

When he saw that he could not prevail against him,

he touched the socket of his thigh;

the socket of Yaakov’s thigh had been dislocated as he wrestled

with him.

Then he said:

Let me go,

for dawn has come up!

But he said:

I will not let you go

unless you bless me.

He said to him:

What is your name?

And he said: Yaakov.

Then he said:

Not as Yaakov/Heel-Sneak shall your name be henceforth

uttered,

but rather as Yisrael/God-Fighter,

for you have fought with God and men

and have prevailed.

Then Yaakov asked and said:

Pray tell me your name!

But he said:

Now why do you ask after my name?

And he gave him farewell-blessing there.

Yaakov called the name of the place: Peniel/Face of God,

for: I have seen God,

face to face,

and my life has been saved.

The sun rose on him as he crossed by Penuel,

and he was limping on his thigh.

As we near the end of the final debate, the invisible pinkie toe...

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:51:00 -0700

As we near the end of the final debate, the invisible pinkie toe of God thwarts John McCain in the soft stomach. Be Warned.

Thank you for the picture Grace, but it was not just a branch. I...

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 22:40:52 -0700

Thank you for the picture Grace, but it was not just a branch. I was holding all that remained of a whole tree! You should have seen how she tore it up from the earth with her eyelashes and the wind. A moment later she would not even admit she had done it! I was horrified, but you watched me confront her in the carriage circle. You hurt this tree Kathrine. We expect to be compensated.

Got what was coming to it. That is all I have to say.

I made a friend from los angeles. Have you been there?

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 01:31:27 -0700

I made a friend from los angeles. Have you been there?

T is for Taylor who throttled my thoughts.

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 00:27:00 -0700

T is for Taylor who throttled my thoughts.

Last night I dreamed of wrestling. I was like so many ants in a...

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 23:29:00 -0700

Last night I dreamed of wrestling. I was like so many ants in a thimble. A friend asked if they could join me but it wouldn’t have been fair; I was so well organized. And they were an outsider; they still think we carved these temples of stone. I let them join anyway.

(Gothic Archies) The Count has an eye on his ankle And lives...

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 11:49:00 -0700

(Gothic Archies)

The Count has an eye on his ankle
*And* lives in a horrible place
He wants all your money
He’s never at all funny
He wants to remove your face

And you might be thinking what a romp this is
But wait till you meet his accomplices

When you see Count Olaf
You’re suddenly full of disgust and despair and dismay
In the whole of the soul of Count Olaf
There’s no love
When you see Count Olaf count to zero
Then scream and run away

Scream, scream, scream and run away
Run, run run run run run run run
Or die, die die die die die die die
Run, run run run run run run run
Or die, die die die die die die die die die die

Two women with powdered-white faces.
And one long nosed bald man with warts.
Things worsen and worsen, there’s a hook-handed person
And others with nastier parts.
This evil and unpleasent group
Complete’s Count Olaf’s acting troupe

The goal of Count Olaf is getting control of
The fortunes of urchins and orphans, hooray!
I mean horrors! Count Olaf is no laughing matter.
When you see Count Olaf, count to zero…
Then scream, and run away.

Scream, scream, scream, then run away.
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run,
Or die, die die die die die die die
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run,
Or die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die.

All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

underneathallcurrents: This photo was taken by photographer Jack...

(Cake) People you Love, will turn their backs on...

Job [4] Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean. Not one?

(underneathallcurrents) In 2008, Portland had 30 microbreweries...

For me there is always something of pushing. Pushing on air,...

In this handout photo provided by the White House, a folder for...

Suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty...

She told me not to cut the tree, but we needed wood to...

(iron & wine lyrics)(Robert Collier image) evening on the...

ringing in the 800th new year. at Cambridge.

The Castle on the water thought these thistle thoughts are good...

(The Tallest Man on Earth) So now we’re dancing through...

Hop-tu-Naa in English This is old Hollantide night;...

(Everett Fox translation) He arose during that night, took his...

As we near the end of the final debate, the invisible pinkie toe...

Thank you for the picture Grace, but it was not just a branch. I...

I made a friend from los angeles. Have you been there?

T is for Taylor who throttled my thoughts.

Last night I dreamed of wrestling. I was like so many ants in a...

(Gothic Archies) The Count has an eye on his ankle *And* lives...

(Gothic Archies) The Count has an eye on his ankle And lives...