Spotify, You’re Killing Me!!!!
1 de Abril de 2017, 16:43by James Wallace Harris, Saturday, April 1, 2017
If you don’t use streaming music, this essay might be meaningless. But if you love music you should be into streaming music. The trouble is streaming music is in its infancy and is going through some annoying growing pains. For most people spending $9.99 a month for a massive library of music is the best bargain on planet Earth. And even with all its faults I gladly pay for streaming music. Right now I’m subscribing to two services (I’ll explain why later).
Once you start using streaming music, you realize it has the tremendous potential for being a music listening utopia. Anything that keeps your music listening experience from being perfect is as annoying as a skip while playing your favorite song on an LP.
Right now it’s possible to think of a song and play it within moments. This is where…
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R.I.P. William T. Coleman Jr., 96, Who Broke Racial Barriers in Supreme Court and White House Cabinet
1 de Abril de 2017, 16:41
William T. Coleman Jr., then the secretary of transportation, testified in 1976 before a Senate subcommittee. (Credit: Harvey Georges/Associated Press)
article by Dennis Hevesi via nytimes.com
William T. Coleman Jr., who championed the cause of civil rights in milestone cases before the Supreme Court and who rose above racial barriers himself as an influential lawyer and as a cabinet secretary, died Friday at his home in Alexandria, Va. He was 96.
His death was confirmed by a spokeswoman for the international law firm O’Melveny & Myers, where Mr. Coleman was a senior partner in its Washington office. He lived at a care facility with his wife of more than 70 years, Lovida Coleman. A lifelong Republican, Mr. Coleman was as comfortable in the boardrooms of powerful corporations — PepsiCo, IBM, Chase Manhattan Bank — as he was in the halls of government.
He was the second African-American…
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crónicas da xávega (196)
1 de Abril de 2017, 16:41Gosto muito de tudo que é publicado. Há sensibilidade e poesia.
tudo é nada

quando tudo acaba
o que começa?
quando o ter sido
não voltará a ser
o que resta?
quando o barco
vencer o mar
nem sempre os homens
se vencem
no fim do fim
não serei nada
encontrei
uma concha na areia
no recuar da onda
peguei nela
senti-lhe a leveza
na palma da mão
tudo era eu
tudo é nada

(torreira; 2016)
Dear Rabbit Patch Diary
1 de Abril de 2017, 14:05“The time of the singing of birds,has come.” It is officially spring. I do not consult a calendar to know when the seasons change. I watch the landscape and note the changes. I understand the science of how humans interpret the arrivals of seasons, but the cherry trees really have “the say”, I think-along with the songbirds. Blackbirds fly when they ought to and bluebirds set up housekeeping without needing consultation.
Frost covered the fields and pastures this morning, so my geraniums still sit in the windowsill, of the old house at the rabbit patch. My winter coat remains in a handy location and just might til mid April.
The purple Martins have yet to return. No other bird sings like the Martins. Martins winter in South America and there they learn to sing songs like the tropical birds, with all sorts of trills. Daddy has had Martin houses…
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Il Porto Sepolto – Giuseppe Ungaretti
1 de Abril de 2017, 12:40
IN MEMORIA
Locvizza il 30 settembre 1916
Si chiamava
Moammed Sceab
Discendente
di emiri di nomadi
suicida
perché non aveva più
Patria
Amò la Francia
e mutò nome
Fu Marcel
ma non era Francese
e non sapeva più
vivere
nella tenda dei suoi
dove si ascolta la cantilena
del Corano
gustando un caffè
E non sapeva
sciogliere
il canto
del suo abbandono
L’ho accompagnato
insieme alla padrona dell’albergo
dove abitavamo
a Parigi
dal numero 5 della rue des Carmes
appassito vicolo in discesa
Riposa
nel camposanto d’Ivry
sobborgo che pare
sempre
in una giornata
di una
decomposta fiera
E forse io solo
so ancora
che visse
IL PORTO SEPOLTO
Mariano il 29 giugno 1916
Vi arriva il poeta
e poi torna alla luce con i suoi…
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