I like your weirdly haiku-ic scritches Ron, this one reminded me of an idea I had lately...
the birth of the blues. On Wed, Mar 10, 2010 at 4:10 PM, X Acto <[email protected]> wrote: > Hi Joe > I believe do, re, mi is a evolutional pattern which flux > within time and space while the sensation arriving at my throat > tingles with biological patterns in evolution, the notes > cannot fully be contained by language but MUST > be the 5th static level > Blues has always been considered an afro-american invention, but I've never heard native americans given credit. I have a friend who makes authentic indian flutes, and I got one in exchange for helping him with some computer stuff, learned the scale carved into the holes and wood and the scale is the same one used in the blues. Ok, this is a scale that's been handed down through the generations, from teacher to student, from before the white man came to dominate america, and it's the exact same scale as supposedly "invented" by the black man. More likely, after the emancipation, the black man and red man intermingled and intermarried a lot and it was the adoption of the indian's scale to the rhythmic structure of the africans that gave birth to the blues. That, and women troubles. I looked it up and wiki though, and no mention was made of my theory so we'll have to assume I'm wrong. Well, I mean y'all will. I always assume I'm right or what's the point? > a smile is evolutionary milk shines involuntary > and flowers speak of ignorance > horseflies moan in silence and buttercups file tax reports > -Ron Is that form 1880 or a different one? I always get my flower tax files confused. Reminds me though of the most romantic scene in hollywood history. Between Will Farrell and Maggie Gyllenhall. Let me set it up for those who haven't seen the movie, Stranger than Fiction. Ferrell plays a methodical tax man, auditing Maggie (Miss Pascal)'s Bakery. She's annoyed at government functionaries in general, being a Harvard Law School dropout, and He's been having a psychotic episode of a voice in his head, narrating his life, all too accurately. The day before this scene, she had made his life miserable and his job difficult by throwing up all kinds of obstacles and annoyances in his way and at the end of the day, being a basically kind creature, she switches from bitch to mommy and offers him a cookie. He politely declines. He doesn't like cookies, he says. Doesn't like cookies? She asks, "How can anyone not like cookies?" He'd never had a home-made cookie before, only store bought. He doesn't know there's a difference. At this, she firmly insists and that scene was great too, as she watches the revelation over his face as he eats his first, warm from the oven, home-made chocolate chip cookie. Sorta like the first time I ate non-factory chicken. But then he ruins the moment, by insisting on paying for the cookie. She becomes wounded and angry. He realizes that she made those cookies just for him, because she likes to make people feel good. And he feels bad. And starts to fall deeply in love. And ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2tqVQX_H3c Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org/md/archives.html
