This is the most special version of this song. The haunting sounds of Matt’s guitar and the poignancy in Caleb’s voice. Really brings the song straight to your heart.

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In today’s “The cover is better that the original”, we chose King of Leon’s Dancing on my own. The original song is by Robyn.

Why it’s better: Robyn’s original song is quite good but is a song that you dance to,  that scene in “Girls” with Hannah and Marnie comes to mind. Kings of Leon plays an almost acoustic version and like with all acoustic versions of a song you pay more attention to the lyrics.This interpretation is even melancholic and sad. Caleb’s voice is more heartfelt here than when he sings for the millionth time “Use Somebody”.

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Goosebumps and tears. You have to hear this!

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I’ve been haunted by this version of Lilly Allen’s “Chinese,” her tribute to her mother, Allison Owen, by the Capital Children’s Choir for nearly a year now.

I’m not even sure where I saw or heard this choral arrangement first. It’s possible that I watched it on the official Capital Children’s Choir YouTube page (click anywhere on this YouTube video to go to that link) or maybe I heard a snippet of it on Grooveshark?

You all know I listened to at least ten hours of new music per week last year. And you know I’m going to forget details here and there. (And this year is working out to be nearly the same ratio of music per week, plus that forgetting of details and car keys.)

My point is: I really, really wanted to post this video last spring.

But I couldn’t. Not…

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In the Dream Kingdom

In the last three weeks, I’ve dallied a great deal in the shade-world of Pinterest, watching the deluge of images cascade, and cascade again down an infinitely scrolling page.

Sometimes I posted gewgaws to Pinterest as I lay there in the dark unable to sleep.

Sometimes I gazed at the pageless wonder of Pinterest as I sat in a car passing through a sylvan countryside as pretty as any Pinterest picture.

Sometimes I glanced over Pinterest when I ran out of words and I did not want to disturb my grandmother while she slept to the beat and hush of the oxygen machine in her pretty hospice room.

And sometimes, in the aftermath of my grandmother’s death, I’ve found myself on Pinterest again, in search of the random and the beautiful and the strange— because I do not understand the random…

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I loved this. #songoftheday

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I know—

that it’s not

a dream.


Please do stop by Schmutzie when you can— this community-minded, multitalented creator/blogger will sweeten and smarten up your world. Seriously.

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This is so fascinating. I loved this!

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    My name is Weegee. I’m the world’s greatest photographer….Weegee[i]


Weegee drives at night.  His 4×5 Speed Graphic sits in a special spot, ready to go, ready to arrive, ready to be a weapon, a tool, a foist.

Weegee drives at night.  He’s not aimless about it.   Better not to say where he’s headed, just that he’s chewing a cigar and making left after left down the increasingly darker streets of New York City.

He gets there before the cops.  That’s the point.  The cops’ll goof a picture with their “due process” and their “rules” and whatever.   They’ll ruin the composition without realizing it— they’ve done it before.

Weegee parks his car in an alley.  He grabs his Speed Graphic with the infrared flash, and flies through the open door of the apartment building where the pajama-dressed neighbors gather in a worried…

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Always delightful!

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THE HUSBAND is finally watching the first show of the second BBC series of Sherlock.

The Husband:  It was a great story, but I didn’t like the ending.

Bluebird:  Why not?

The Husband:  You never, ever end a story on a consonant.

Bluebird:  You fascinate me.



THE HUSBAND is writing a paper.

The Husband:  I hate MLA style.  It’s stupid and it is a form of literary communism.

Bluebird:  Wha—?

The Husband:  (Sing-song.)  One inch here, one inch there.  Blah, blah, blah.  Wait, are you writing this down?  I don’t care.  It’s a literary separate state.

Bluebird:  I’m sorry.

The Husband:  (Quieter.)  It’s not cool.  Not cool, MLA.



THE HUSBAND is talking to the dogs in the kitchen.

The Husband:

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