Dear Listeners,
It's a busy time here at the Dodo, but not so busy that we can't have a cup of coffee and a good song, for today!
Dear Listeners,
It's a busy time here at the Dodo, but not so busy that we can't have a cup of coffee and a good song, for today!
Dear All,
Oooh, the quitting is going so slowly! I am counting minutes, though, instead of days. Besides you, there are two things on my mind: what to do, and why do I love fake food?
It occurs to me that the allure of fake food is primarily the everlastingness and the absurdity. I love that someone would carve and paint marble as carefully as this, and yet, it's completely useless and also frozen, paralyzed in the time of ripeness. I would fill my house with these kind of baubles, pretending to be something they are not.
Remember the lovely paper mâché doughnut? With pink painted frosting and plastic beads glued on top? Then there are the beaded raspberries for pinning on a hat, and a beaded persimmon that sits in a bowl on a shelf.
But, no, I really don't need another thing that sits around the place looking good. What I need will have to pass this test:
Does it require or seek external validation?
Is it oriented towards some kind of corporate, colonial notion of progress?
Is it enjoyable?
Here is a video showing you how to make your own paper mâché doughnut, if you feel crafty and making it passes your own test for doing what matters!
Dear Dodo Viewers,
Get a load of this fabulous object, called The Language Infinity Sphere, that makes these prints, called 'recordings' by artist Rosa Barba:
Can you think of anything better than this? I know I can't!
Dear Kitties,
Do you know this painter, this artist, Bendix Harms? Because I did not know them, and I see now that I was living a shallow, empty, passion-less life before Bendix Harms. Be enlightened and influenced by Bendix Harms here, and here, and here, too.
Dear Radio Dodo Heads,
If I could, I would give you Autobahn every day. Only a few tunes are good enough for daily use; here is another. And this one.
Write to me, at the usual place, folding your letter and weighting it under the large granite cobble; tell me which is your favorite. Or better yet, add to the list.
Dear Skaters,
Celebrate with me! Today is day 1400 of consecutive roller skating! Here is the gift I got you, here are one, two of my favorite skating songs, and here, here is what we are serving for a cake!
Here is a fine tutorial on spinning! Come on, join me! In just a little over 3 months, you will have 100 days in a row!
Dear You,
There's so much packed into a word! All the meaning there ever was for you, and then, all the meaning in the future, and the dictionary meaning, and also, the translation meaning, and all the meaning for another one! It's very crowded inside words.
There was a cloudburst, and that, means just one phrase: Cloudburst at Shingle Street. Your song for the day, and a teensy part of what can be carried in the word 'cloudburst.'
Until the clouds lift.
White Robe, Susan Rothenberg, 1974.
Dear Riders,
Today, a small herd of horses: a poem, two paintings, and a song. None of these horses have been overly romanticized, or infantilized, or idealized, and I like to see that. I hope you do, too.
Chix, Susan Rothenberg, 2003.
Dear Listeners,
Two songs for you, today. They are kind of inversions of each other; for certain occasions, you will want to invoke You Won't Fall, and other times, maybe even right now, you will want to use Don't Let Me Down.