Category Archives: mindworks

Ain’t No Grave

Posted on January 22, 2016 by randomyriad

  This sounds like a theme song to a True Detective series. The singer sounds like he has seen hell and has been dragging himself back into the light over rocks and barb wire. The heavy plodding percussion emphasizes the weight … Continue reading →

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The Endless Curiosity of Oliver Sacks

Posted on January 8, 2016 by randomyriad

Oliver Sacks was a completely unique and fascinating person on a passionate quest to understand the human experience in a scientific and empathetic way. One of my heroes, the world is a little less interesting without his continued explorations. Listening to … Continue reading →

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Dan Deacon – When I’m Done Dying

Posted on December 22, 2015 by randomyriad

Originally posted on synthetic zerØ:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuJqUvBj4rE

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Lost! Tricked / Trumped / Dumped! (Maurice Sendak)

Posted on December 13, 2015 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Biblioklept:
From Maurice Sendak’s We Are All Down in the Dumps with Jack and Guy, which seems to me a more important book than ever.

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House World

Posted on December 12, 2015 by randomyriad

After living under the naked raining sky for many years, beneath the airships of the oppressors, I found my way into house world. In house world there are stairs to climb, but to get anywhere worth going, I have to pull … Continue reading →

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