De Babbeldrook

"Symphony No.9, Boogie" by Matryomin ensemble "Da"

(via kottke)

Voorbarig luchtgekoelde supermarkt

Dit is een gastpost van Drabkikker.



Volle (audio)bak hier.

Dzongsar Khyentse

via Oiling A Rusty Mind

Duiven

The Show With Ze Frank is Terug!

A Show.

Junior Christian Science Bible Lesson Show

I guess they want their garmonbozia.

Is er een echte jij?

1. Julian Baggini, "Is There a Real You?"

2. xkcd, "Dad, where is Grandpa right now?"

3. Bodhidharma & Huike

Huike: Meester, mijn geest is zo verward en onhandelbaar! Help me, alsjeblieft.
Bodhidharma: Best. Geef je geest maar's hier en ik zal hem tot rust brengen.
Huike, even later: Ik kan hem nergens vinden!
Bodhidharma: Astu.

(TedX filmpje via Matthijs en Zoe op Facebook)

Voor iedereen die anders ook altijd even vooruitbladert om te zien hoe het afloopt

Johann Sebastian Bach, 1685 - 1750

~ Matthäus Passion, BWV 244

Christoph Prégardien, tenor

Tobias Berndt, baritone

Dorothee Mields, soprano

Hana Blažíková, soprano

Damien Guillon, countertenor

Robin Blaze, countertenor

Colin Balzer, tenor

Hans Jörg Mammel, tenor

Matthew Brook, bass

Stephan MacLeod, bass

Collegium Vocale Gent

Conducted by Philippe Herreweghe

Totoro Redux

Don't get me wrong. I love My Neighbor Totoro as it is. A lot. But this remix is just, like, wow. Sound on plz. The menace is in the music here.

The weirdness never went away, it was just out buying a boom box.

via Dangerous Minds

Happy Birthday, Steve Reich

Steve Reich - Music for 18 Musicians

Umbra

Umbra (HD - 2010) from Malcolm Sutherland on Vimeo via Robert Krulwich.

The singularity will be confusing

(via ze frank)

We are all of us brothers.

Last Moments Of Life from Paul Kroeker on Vimeo (via ze frank).

Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the a.m. heat: shattercane, lamb's-quarter, cutgrass, sawbrier, nutgrass, jimsonweed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, muscadine, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping charlie, butter-print, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek. An arrow of starlings fired from the windbreak's thatch. The glitter of dew that stays where it is and steams all day. A sunflower, four more, one bowed, and horses in the distance standing rigid and still as toys. All nodding. Electric sounds of insects at their business. Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow. Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and schist and chondrite iron scabs in granite. Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers.

David Foster Wallace - The Pale King

When the Iron Bird Flies

The producers of the amazing documentary Blessings - The Tsoknyi Nangchen Nuns of Tibet are working on a new film documenting the arrival of Tibetan Buddhism in the west, When the Iron Bird Flies. This is a 20-minute preview.

Ooh, and I see that the preview of Blessings is also still available on Tsoknyi Rinpoche's website.

O mi hermán!

I told the truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuth!

(via Jordan, Jesse, Go!)

Σίσυφος redux

(via Cute Overload)

Turf Feinz "RIP Rich D" | Dancing in the Rain

Liquid awesome.