<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099</id><updated>2011-08-13T06:38:28.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal Notions</title><subtitle type='html'>Nocturnal notions is a blog detailing the innumerable, and at times abstract, thoughts that make their way through the caverns of my mind at night. This space is used to express my opinions on various topics including: People, Culture, Music, Art and any other seemingly random musings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-7438153283203736557</id><published>2011-01-25T02:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:51:21.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S4LEM - Deliciously Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TT9GMfxYcJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KFZQz1r3B4M/s1600/Salem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566244844954218642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TT9GMfxYcJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KFZQz1r3B4M/s320/Salem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3IvoN4YUF4o" frameborder="0" width="640" height="390" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much I can say about this except... Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;The genre of music (Witch House) is phenomenal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-7438153283203736557?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/7438153283203736557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=7438153283203736557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7438153283203736557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7438153283203736557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2011/01/s4lem-deliciosly-dark.html' title='S4LEM - Deliciously Dark'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TT9GMfxYcJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KFZQz1r3B4M/s72-c/Salem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-7637992291441120676</id><published>2010-09-13T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:28:44.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TI7cL1A32GI/AAAAAAAAARo/1ZsUrr52y_k/s1600/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516588689342847074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TI7cL1A32GI/AAAAAAAAARo/1ZsUrr52y_k/s320/Tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TI7b_x0RQcI/AAAAAAAAARg/I-aze92y8rs/s1600/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strange how living abroad, even for a short period of time, alters your perception of reality. Your perspective becomes skewed and your thoughts vacillate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distant lands become home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unconventional customs become one's own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one becomes incomprehensibly attached to a world that is not their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I belong? How can a place that I have never been to FEEL like the place that I should have always been? Is this my life? Or was that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whichever it is, I have to get back to living, and leave this state of suspended animation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ultimate goal is to regain my equilibrium...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-7637992291441120676?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/7637992291441120676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=7637992291441120676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7637992291441120676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7637992291441120676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-real.html' title='What Is Real?'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/TI7cL1A32GI/AAAAAAAAARo/1ZsUrr52y_k/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-132735655752268319</id><published>2010-04-27T01:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:29:06.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Borders, The Final Frontier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S9c4xbc85vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3hzPzKIjoos/s1600/Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464899094671320818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S9c4xbc85vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3hzPzKIjoos/s400/Wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona has created and passed a law that allows local police officers to question people about their immigration status if there is reason to suspect they are illegal immigrants. Some people are against the law, while others are for it, stating that the illegal workers are taking the jobs of "Regular Americans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is, if people can't find jobs they aren't looking hard enough or aren't willing to do the type of work that is being offered to them. Blaming that on an "illegal" that specifically came here as a way of supporting themselves by working extremely hard at jobs most people probably wouldn't want to do is wrong and extremely near-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the hatred and ignorance within the comments of articles and blog posts, I couldn't help but think that the ultimate goal for the creators of these types of laws is to incite anger and create a division between our nation's oppressed people. It's time to focus on the big picture and truly see what they are trying to do. Don't become what they want you to become...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-132735655752268319?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/132735655752268319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=132735655752268319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/132735655752268319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/132735655752268319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2010/04/borders-final-frontier.html' title='Borders, The Final Frontier'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S9c4xbc85vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3hzPzKIjoos/s72-c/Wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-2876986854648859508</id><published>2010-04-21T17:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:33:50.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S89scaWDogI/AAAAAAAAARI/vpI6gfxuay4/s1600/unfocused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462704108387672578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S89scaWDogI/AAAAAAAAARI/vpI6gfxuay4/s400/unfocused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceptions and appearances are a funny thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard for people to see themselves as acting in a way that would be viewed as immoral or unethical by others. Yet if that person were to really peer into their soul, they would be surprised by what they would succumb to… even if it was just to satisfy some sort of carnal desire or longing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact these desires are what makes us who we really are, and no matter how much we try to portray a more wholesome or widely accepted persona, we are not being TRUE to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we continue to live by these self-imposed "handcuffs", we risk living our lives "out of focus", with only a glimpse of ourselves exposed for the world to embrace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, Is this truly leaving one's mark? Or are we scared of what we may find just under the surface if we REALLY explore our boundaries? What impression are you choosing to leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-2876986854648859508?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/2876986854648859508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=2876986854648859508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/2876986854648859508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/2876986854648859508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2010/04/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S89scaWDogI/AAAAAAAAARI/vpI6gfxuay4/s72-c/unfocused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-8224782524529927226</id><published>2010-02-14T01:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:20:31.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S3eV5-1pRwI/AAAAAAAAARA/H3eosBhDX84/s1600-h/Night+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437979898426246914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S3eV5-1pRwI/AAAAAAAAARA/H3eosBhDX84/s400/Night+eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes still stay red... burning with the fire from within,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness still beckons,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed,&lt;br /&gt;It has only been but a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-8224782524529927226?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/8224782524529927226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=8224782524529927226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/8224782524529927226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/8224782524529927226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/S3eV5-1pRwI/AAAAAAAAARA/H3eosBhDX84/s72-c/Night+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-5186553539637430869</id><published>2009-12-16T01:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:01:06.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SylJj70vJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IQIv_0tcTfM/s1600-h/dark-clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415940908592867202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SylJj70vJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IQIv_0tcTfM/s320/dark-clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are empty,&lt;br /&gt;emotions are fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;These concepts match my innermost thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped within a quandary,&lt;br /&gt;Despair is inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;Are these really my innermost thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reconnect with oneself,&lt;br /&gt;Metamorphose into the entity that one craves to be,&lt;br /&gt;A formal re-introduction of sorts,&lt;br /&gt;Unravel the mystery and reveal thyself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-5186553539637430869?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/5186553539637430869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=5186553539637430869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5186553539637430869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5186553539637430869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebirth.html' title='The Rebirth'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SylJj70vJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IQIv_0tcTfM/s72-c/dark-clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-1082110734185253751</id><published>2009-08-28T02:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:07:00.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Seahorse! - Bestia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SpdsRNZPuTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Q26SKLwx67Y/s1600-h/hello-seahorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374883723199101234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SpdsRNZPuTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Q26SKLwx67Y/s400/hello-seahorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello Seahorse! is a Mexican, Bi-lingual Alternative Rock/Pop band that was started a couple of years ago. Although their second album "Bestia" was released a couple of months ago, I am happy that they are really starting to get the respect they deserve. They will be in the NYC area in a few weeks, so I am definitely going to go and check them out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy their title track Bestia below!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7Uvm_ezq-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7Uvm_ezq-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-1082110734185253751?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/1082110734185253751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=1082110734185253751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1082110734185253751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1082110734185253751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-seahorse-bestia.html' title='Hello Seahorse! - Bestia'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SpdsRNZPuTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Q26SKLwx67Y/s72-c/hello-seahorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-5986030431709998551</id><published>2009-08-28T01:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:28:21.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Umberto Boccioni - States of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Spdmxm9mypI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tun9Qu52KA0/s1600-h/Farewells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877682748541586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Spdmxm9mypI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tun9Qu52KA0/s400/Farewells.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374880026578120242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Spdo6CaH7jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Fe99ERvrIcE/s400/Go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374878234263522498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SpdnRthBjMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tEqo9ZLgUug/s400/Stay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umberto Boccioni was an Italian-born, futurist painter and sculptor. In my opinion, his "States of Mind" collection (which consists of "The Farewells", "Those Who Go" and "Those Who Stay") are a standout among his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boccioni’s “The Ones Who Go” has a melancholy and nostalgic feel. It makes me think of when family comes to visit that you don’t see too often and the whirlwind of emotion that one goes through when you first greet them, become re-accustomed to their presence, and the finally have to once again separate. This only reinforces the thought that most of the emotions we humans feel are transitory and never find a permanent home within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boccioni’s “Those Who Stay” has always appealed to me because of the deep, dark aura that surrounds it and the inescapable weight of emotion it casts upon its viewers. When two people part it is a bit easier to be the one leaving as opposed to the one who is left behind. The vertical lines give the impression that sadness and clouds of loneliness are raining down and suffocating the people who are left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-5986030431709998551?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/5986030431709998551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=5986030431709998551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5986030431709998551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5986030431709998551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/08/umberto-boccioni-states-of-mind.html' title='Umberto Boccioni - States of Mind'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Spdmxm9mypI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tun9Qu52KA0/s72-c/Farewells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-5698861793564305582</id><published>2009-06-16T02:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:12:15.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Through The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjdEzQq569I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7JLaN5TkDkw/s1600-h/Dark+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347818729964694482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjdEzQq569I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7JLaN5TkDkw/s400/Dark+walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjdDXizEz2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/v_s8zazy2tU/s1600-h/Dark+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I am so alive... so vibrant while the rest of the world lies motionless in slumber. These words have no point, yet to a point they rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts torment me.&lt;br /&gt;Incessant urging...&lt;br /&gt;Know thyself,&lt;br /&gt;Deny not your slightest whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one truly go on wondering,&lt;br /&gt;When one's unfeigned character is clear as day,&lt;br /&gt;When one's true nature no longer hibernates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel these dank corridors...&lt;br /&gt;not as a way to ecape, but as a mode of ingress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-5698861793564305582?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/5698861793564305582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=5698861793564305582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5698861793564305582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5698861793564305582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-through-dark.html' title='A Walk Through The Dark'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjdEzQq569I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7JLaN5TkDkw/s72-c/Dark+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-1638916469402219060</id><published>2009-06-15T02:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:58:56.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasso - Dark Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjXxD7QdZ1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VxpY9M5YTNA/s1600-h/picasso_guernica1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347445182320961362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjXxD7QdZ1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VxpY9M5YTNA/s400/picasso_guernica1937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjXwZ0quBeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8wNjAcVcpSI/s1600-h/Rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347444458997548514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjXwZ0quBeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8wNjAcVcpSI/s400/Rest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjXwIUq0-hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7J3h1hYRjTc/s1600-h/picasso_guernica1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pablo Picasso is a true master and in “Guernica” he utilizes symbolism to covey his messages. I am moved by this painting visually because of the carnage and humanity in dire straights. I am attracted and all the while repelled by its “in your face” death and suffering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picasso’s “Rest” is a favorite of mine and was painted during his “blue period”. The soft, almost angelic features of his subject’s face are in sharp contradiction with the twists of her intertwined fingers which underscores this painting’s beauty and the contradictory nature of our existence. The figure’s outline provides order for the bold colors he chose for this selection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-1638916469402219060?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/1638916469402219060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=1638916469402219060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1638916469402219060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1638916469402219060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/06/picasso-dark-master.html' title='Picasso - Dark Master'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SjXxD7QdZ1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VxpY9M5YTNA/s72-c/picasso_guernica1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-4654760756140776530</id><published>2009-05-12T20:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:56:19.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SgoYNCwbm6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/9-7pyCYyNL8/s1600-h/swineflunewyork-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335103320931146658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SgoYNCwbm6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/9-7pyCYyNL8/s400/swineflunewyork-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SgoYERT2G6I/AAAAAAAAANw/TiP2xNK8BAo/s1600-h/swineflunewyork-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I received a text the other day which made me think about how absurd we sometimes are.  The text read something like "90 people get infected with swine flu and people wear face masks, 90,000 people are infected with HIV and people still refuse to wear condoms".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a little food for thought...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-4654760756140776530?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/4654760756140776530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=4654760756140776530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4654760756140776530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4654760756140776530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/05/irony-of-man.html' title='The Irony of Man'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SgoYNCwbm6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/9-7pyCYyNL8/s72-c/swineflunewyork-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-9052852727794748035</id><published>2009-04-24T02:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:17:21.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Haring - Street Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFjR_mh2uI/AAAAAAAAANI/xOkd7T630cU/s1600-h/KH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328148994937969378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFjR_mh2uI/AAAAAAAAANI/xOkd7T630cU/s320/KH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFl12JidxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2NcPu8R3VXg/s1600-h/KH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328151809899001618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFl12JidxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2NcPu8R3VXg/s320/KH1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFl8teN-MI/AAAAAAAAANY/7W8WHCDWBOE/s1600-h/KH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328151927828904130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFl8teN-MI/AAAAAAAAANY/7W8WHCDWBOE/s320/KH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFmVi5S6EI/AAAAAAAAANo/FjfziKNtttk/s1600-h/KH3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328152354486413378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFmVi5S6EI/AAAAAAAAANo/FjfziKNtttk/s320/KH3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keith Haring was an artist whose was primarily known for his "Street Art", although he also created other forms of art.  Since he was personally moved by the environment around him he chose to create art which contained social commentary or political statements.  Part of what made Keith different was the fact that he chose to draw on public property.  This within itself tells me that he wanted to make a statement, or rebel against authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of his work was sexually charged and explicit while others stressed unity or carried a message.  I definitely think he was ahead of his time and feel that his work was needed then and even now.  His repetitive use of pigs and dollar signs ($$) in a number of his creations says a lot about the way he felt about our obsession with money and the extent that people are willing to go for it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My interpretation of his art makes me think he was angry about certain ideas about society.  The fact that he was openly gay, which at that time was lifestyle that was frowned upon, coupled with his social activism, his support for unpopular crusades and his distrust of the government influenced his work.  His use of simple shapes and images with clear messages and focused point of view as opposed to complex pieces made his work easy to decipher by the masses.  Much of his work can still be seen all over New York City today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-9052852727794748035?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/9052852727794748035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=9052852727794748035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/9052852727794748035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/9052852727794748035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/04/keith-haring-street-art.html' title='Keith Haring - Street Art'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFjR_mh2uI/AAAAAAAAANI/xOkd7T630cU/s72-c/KH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-8016975933625495469</id><published>2009-04-24T02:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:53:49.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Back - Dave Matthews Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFfw_ZcvmI/AAAAAAAAANA/vOxnv-3JjwQ/s1600-h/DaveMatthewsBand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328145129412542050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFfw_ZcvmI/AAAAAAAAANA/vOxnv-3JjwQ/s320/DaveMatthewsBand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is not much I can say about the &lt;a href="http://www.davematthewsband.com/"&gt;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/a&gt; band except that they are truly amazing and have been missed dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very excited about their new single "Funny The Way It Is" from their upcoming album "Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a taste of what millions of fans round the world have come to enjoy for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LeRoi_Moore"&gt;LeRoi Moore&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.davematthewsband.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qOIdtsX6nPs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qOIdtsX6nPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-8016975933625495469?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/8016975933625495469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=8016975933625495469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/8016975933625495469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/8016975933625495469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/04/theyre-back-dave-matthews-band.html' title='They&apos;re Back - Dave Matthews Band'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SfFfw_ZcvmI/AAAAAAAAANA/vOxnv-3JjwQ/s72-c/DaveMatthewsBand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-852037388113921590</id><published>2009-03-31T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:17:00.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robi Draco Rosa - Vagabundo Con Su Propio Estilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SdEuFLh80CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/A3ufNhKdoeo/s1600-h/Draco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319083301430677538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SdEuFLh80CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/A3ufNhKdoeo/s320/Draco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I've been blogging this long and haven't written anything about Draco. Those of you that know me personally know that I'm a Huge Draco fan, yet I haven't expressed any of my thoughts till now. Maybe I was waiting for the right words, or maybe the right songs or videos to show... or maybe I didn't want to run off on a tangent (like now). Whatever the reason, the time is NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The New York-born, former &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menudo_(band)"&gt;Menudo&lt;/a&gt; member, of Puerto Rican descent, is for lack of words... awesome! Besides penning many of fellow Menudo Alumni Ricky Martin's biggest hits (Livin la Vida Loca, Maria, The Cup of Life and She Bangs), his style and look is the furthest thing from mainstream pop music. With lyrics sung in Spanish and English, Draco effortlessly blends Rock, Jazz, Pop, Alternative, Flamenco, and many other musical styles and influences into his music and takes inspiration from the many people that he has met in his travels all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His live shows are also phenomenal! I have had the pleasure of seeing him live three times, and have walked away from each show with a new appreciation and love for his music. Dark and brooding, fast and pulsating, hardcore beat-driven and melody filled music is what you'll hear. Every album showcasing his constant evolution as an artist. Like I said before, Draco has something for anyone that appreciates good music that doesn't always fit into "cookie-cutter" genres. He is an engima unto himself! Below are a few of my favorite Draco joints (can't fit them all on here). Draco es lo mejor en musica hoy en dia!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_Ko4yKn1Xk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1QXAj9SQVg&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Qo0m1xxgVA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/js1vOy0U72I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/js1vOy0U72I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-852037388113921590?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/852037388113921590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=852037388113921590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/852037388113921590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/852037388113921590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/03/robi-draco-rosa-vagabundo-con-su-propio.html' title='Robi Draco Rosa - Vagabundo Con Su Propio Estilo'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SdEuFLh80CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/A3ufNhKdoeo/s72-c/Draco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-8314895317554040334</id><published>2009-03-29T05:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:22:56.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali - The Picture Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8shQSCxQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y2Qib3dsiwE/s1600-h/DisintegrationofPersistence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318518634765796610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8shQSCxQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y2Qib3dsiwE/s320/DisintegrationofPersistence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8m-1AnOOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y8aeBl7SyhU/s1600-h/The_Hallucinogenic_Toreador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318512545771239650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8m-1AnOOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y8aeBl7SyhU/s320/The_Hallucinogenic_Toreador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318512849856818354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8nQh0Q7LI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7MVN_i12z3Y/s320/SalvadorDali-SoftConstructionWithBeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8swqc5gqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hx_4GnKCMKU/s1600-h/The_Face_of_War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318518899488686754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8swqc5gqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hx_4GnKCMKU/s320/The_Face_of_War.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8ng8yRwtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WNtP6pLu7wI/s1600-h/Metamorphosis_of_Narcissus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318522506811515394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8wCoxrogI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8DNbyGo5V9Q/s320/Metamorphosis_of_Narcissus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salvador Dali was a spanish artist whose work incorporates symbolism and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surrealism"&gt;surrealism&lt;/a&gt;. Many of his paintings contain somewhat random images and pictures within them. The beautiful images and dream-like arrangements give one the appearance of having escaped from Dali's subconscious and leaked out onto the canvas, creating an intoxicating world comprised of blended images both tangible and imagined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always something new to be discovered or rediscovered when you observe his work. The profound meaning that I find in his work, not to mention the breathtaking effects that the placement of these images create, inspire me. His incongruous visions challenge me to burrow beneath the superficial shell and truly explore the picture within the picture, as I simultaneously look at myself and learn to examine the man within the man... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-8314895317554040334?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/8314895317554040334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=8314895317554040334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/8314895317554040334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/8314895317554040334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/03/salvador-dali-picture-within.html' title='Salvador Dali - The Picture Within'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sc8shQSCxQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y2Qib3dsiwE/s72-c/DisintegrationofPersistence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6198449163800704822</id><published>2009-03-14T01:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:27:01.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan Son - Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbsztbZsk8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/-WMlbxug-c4/s1600-h/Juan+Son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312897040956298178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbsztbZsk8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/-WMlbxug-c4/s320/Juan+Son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eclectic soul that is Juan Son from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porter_(band)"&gt;Porter&lt;/a&gt;, the Mexican-based band, is back. But this time in support of his first solo album, &lt;em&gt;Mermaid Sashimi&lt;/em&gt;. Juan has created an album comprised of very diverse sounds and influences, but still within the same vein of his past contributions to music. As always the album has tracks that are sung in both spanish and english with lyrics that are at times indecipherable and at others all too raw. Juan Son's voice is undeniably distinct in that Bjork-like fashion, and his enigmatic stage presence adds to the surrealistic and dreamlike qualities that he is wrapped up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada is the first single and video off of the album which was released last month. It is a bit bizare and psychedelic, with its dark, trippy visuals and hallucinogenic feel... not to mention the sight of Juan spinning around in some sort of straight-jacket and halo combination. It is no wonder that I like it. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9tLEuVh5vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9tLEuVh5vk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6198449163800704822?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6198449163800704822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6198449163800704822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6198449163800704822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6198449163800704822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/03/juan-son-nada.html' title='Juan Son - Nada'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbsztbZsk8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/-WMlbxug-c4/s72-c/Juan+Son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-7126058177004557138</id><published>2009-03-10T01:33:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:59:50.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Redefinition Of Photography - Annie Leibovitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbX_8XAU0hI/AAAAAAAAALw/HIDSnhZ8Nlw/s1600-h/Barack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311432747985981970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbX_8XAU0hI/AAAAAAAAALw/HIDSnhZ8Nlw/s320/Barack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbX_qi_QIiI/AAAAAAAAALo/Kl3pLulNdyw/s1600-h/Burroughs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311432441965060642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbX_qi_QIiI/AAAAAAAAALo/Kl3pLulNdyw/s320/Burroughs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311433192673653586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbYAWPmIM1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_VCCOX2gVrs/s320/yoko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The artist that I am presenting is Annie Leibovitz. Annie is a very well respected and accomplished photographer. She has garnered this acclaim due to the intimacy that is portrayed in many of her photographs. Having worked for “Rolling Stone” magazine during its infancy, she is said to be responsible for giving the magazine its signature, up-close and personal feel with its subjects. After her stint with Rolling Stone she has gone on to work with Vogue and Vanity Fair magazines on numerous successful and highly publicized projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a quality about her portraits that makes you feel like only you and the person or persons being photographed exist at that moment in time. Her portrait of John Lennon and Yoko Ono conveys the message that most people in the country were feeling at that time. Yoko was seen and the person who broke up “The Beatles” and an icy figure in John’s life. Her perceived coldness, immobile stiffness and dark dress are an extreme contrast to John’s flexibility, warmth and stark nudeness. The picture shows him practically hanging off of her while she seems to lie there unflinchingly with her gazed fixed on some distant point. Metaphorically, it reminds me of how within a relationship one party is willing go out of their way and bend to the will of the other while the second party doesn’t even seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her portraits of Barack Obama and William Burroughs depict intense gazes and other-worldly stares that are conjured up from her subjects and mesmerize their audiences. Barack’s intense fixed look evokes a feeling of quiet confidence, while William Burroughs seems to almost look through you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-7126058177004557138?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/7126058177004557138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=7126058177004557138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7126058177004557138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7126058177004557138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/03/redefinition-of-photography-annie.html' title='The Redefinition Of Photography - Annie Leibovitz'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SbX_8XAU0hI/AAAAAAAAALw/HIDSnhZ8Nlw/s72-c/Barack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-9175565520533914518</id><published>2009-03-05T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:10:08.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Watch The Watchmen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sa_yA3NWuEI/AAAAAAAAALY/cj870x7FdP8/s1600-h/Watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309728582326990914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sa_yA3NWuEI/AAAAAAAAALY/cj870x7FdP8/s320/Watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! There are only about 24 hrs left. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchmen"&gt;The Watchmen&lt;/a&gt; will be coming to theaters. Not only has this film adaptation far exceeded my expectations (keep in mind that I am making this assessment based on the footage from the trailer), but it looks like it is pretty close to the comic! That in itself is quite an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren’t familiar with most celebrated graphic novel of all time and the alternate New York City (circa 1985) that Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons created, below is the movie trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-9175565520533914518?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/9175565520533914518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=9175565520533914518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/9175565520533914518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/9175565520533914518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-will-watch-watchmen.html' title='Who Will Watch The Watchmen?'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/Sa_yA3NWuEI/AAAAAAAAALY/cj870x7FdP8/s72-c/Watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-4237037813884845005</id><published>2009-02-05T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:15:00.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurie Lipton - Embrace The Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuaLY_JKSI/AAAAAAAAALI/amqJMOcWSrE/s1600-h/Delusion+Dwellers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299498907008051490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuaLY_JKSI/AAAAAAAAALI/amqJMOcWSrE/s400/Delusion+Dwellers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299499054079068018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuaT83mx3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/pP6xX-pqZjs/s400/Dead+Factory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuXyCGe8OI/AAAAAAAAAKw/r64HyYukyOI/s1600-h/Death+-+Maiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299496272344838370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuXyCGe8OI/AAAAAAAAAKw/r64HyYukyOI/s320/Death+-+Maiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299496569766260610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuYDWFRr4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LXLE6Y0v30o/s320/Last+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299496741896543314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuYNXUVXFI/AAAAAAAAALA/8l0LjGrY8XM/s400/Love+Bite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not going to add too much commentary on these pieces as I believe it would take away from their impact. &lt;a href="http://www.laurielipton.com/"&gt;Laurie Lipton&lt;/a&gt; is an American artist, who was born in New York, although she has since relocated to London. Most of her work consists of charcoal and pencil on paper. She is a true master of the art of shading. I absolutely love her macabre style and dark subject matter as well as the way she tells a unique story in each image. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-4237037813884845005?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/4237037813884845005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=4237037813884845005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4237037813884845005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4237037813884845005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/02/laurie-lipton-embrace-darkness.html' title='Laurie Lipton - Embrace The Darkness'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYuaLY_JKSI/AAAAAAAAALI/amqJMOcWSrE/s72-c/Delusion+Dwellers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-3853228418163859809</id><published>2009-01-29T02:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:35:02.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath The Surface</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYDqpPdnk-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dONOBPlaJxQ/s1600-h/Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296491156033999842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYDqpPdnk-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dONOBPlaJxQ/s320/Water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYAtoWus9lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B0Fn-Hxm-58/s1600-h/Masks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You tell me you can not venture out, I ask you why not?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me this time it is different, I ask you what has changed?&lt;br /&gt;A hidden past… to never see the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;An immoral romance, whose siren song was intoxicating and unrelenting,&lt;br /&gt;Be I the weaker of the two? Be I the more indulgent in lustful fantasies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the surface, rages a river on the brink of explosion,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this dispassionate façade and calm exterior, surges an uncontrollable desire.&lt;br /&gt;Simulations of platonic affection constituting outward farces… for the benefit of whom?&lt;br /&gt;Friends… what mockery we would make of the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stubbornly agree… what once was can no longer be,&lt;br /&gt;One must at times be gracious in the most woeful of defeats.&lt;br /&gt;But what will now follow? What will this new idealistic and “respectful” bond consist of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand of true “friendship” could be had, when one couldn't very well even share a libation or two?&lt;br /&gt;Would this "friendship" be limited to sparse communications and the occasional meal at a very public eatery?&lt;br /&gt;Or should we refrain from all contact in order to preserve our “friendship”?&lt;br /&gt;So I ask of you now… Would acting in this manner constitute a friendship in which each party is true to themselves, or would it just be the watered-down reality of two people who feel it would be in their best interests to act accordingly... even if it is in fact fictitious?&lt;br /&gt;Or should we again delve into the watery depths of this star-crossed union, knowing full well that once this path has been taken it will be impossible to reemerge unscathed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-3853228418163859809?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/3853228418163859809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=3853228418163859809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/3853228418163859809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/3853228418163859809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/01/beneath-surface.html' title='Beneath The Surface'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SYDqpPdnk-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dONOBPlaJxQ/s72-c/Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-4755967089214701751</id><published>2009-01-24T01:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:42:15.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Close - Pixelated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkVjrR7ynI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SOhBwzEUxls/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294286539608279666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkVjrR7ynI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SOhBwzEUxls/s320/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294286751070032530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkVv_CWEpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Af15B0tuCgg/s320/Lucas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkWIAvuXWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wAQk1VQQc4M/s1600-h/Keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294287163845664098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkWIAvuXWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wAQk1VQQc4M/s320/Keith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294287004792373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkV-wOdwCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KU8o4ZRWpX8/s320/chuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The artist I am presenting is Chuck Close. Chuck is a very well known photorealist painter and accomplished photographer. His large scale works based on photographs have been on display at the Smithsonian, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Museum_of_Modern_Art"&gt;Museum of Modern Art&lt;/a&gt; and continue to be displayed throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck’s work has a meticulous quality that is evident througout his many pieces. The type of dedication that only comes with true love for one’s work. The pixelated appearance and detail of his massive portraits when one examines them at close range is amazing. The arrangement of various colors and how they blend in together from afar give me the sense that he was envisioning the bigger picture in his mind in order to perfect each minute detail. This particular quality about his work really gets me to think about how easy it is to get caught up in everyday problems and how difficult it is to really appreciate life unless you step back for a moment and take a second look. Chuck really seems to capture his subjects’ personalities and true essences in their gazes, whether intense or indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, he was paralyzed in 1988 due to a blood clot that was found in his spinal cord which caused a very rare spinal artery collapse. However, despite this career threatening event Chuck underwent months of physical therapy and once he regained some use of his arms began to paint again with brushes strapped to his fingers and arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-4755967089214701751?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/4755967089214701751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=4755967089214701751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4755967089214701751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4755967089214701751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/01/chuck-close-pixelated.html' title='Chuck Close - Pixelated'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkVjrR7ynI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SOhBwzEUxls/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6301961055265061604</id><published>2009-01-23T00:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:46:08.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New President, New Speech, New America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkhDfJTyrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JB9cre0kqo8/s1600-h/090120barackobama_president1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294299180734597810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkhDfJTyrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JB9cre0kqo8/s320/090120barackobama_president1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one of the most significant and monumental events in the history of this country, Barack Obama became the 44th President of the United States of America. BARACK OBAMA IS THE PRESIDENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a chilly afternoon in DC, Barack was sworn in and delivered a speech that the nation &lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt; to hear. Many expected a grandiose address filled with rhetoric and wordiness. Although at times he spoke in his usual articulate and eloquent style, there was a sense of urgency in his voice. The message he delivered was one of laser-sharp, direct action outlining the directives for his presidency. This is a "New era of responsibility", he declared because of our country's "Failure to make hard choices" . He spoke to the nation and the world about being "In the midst of crisis" and "shuttered homes". However bleak the and sobering the speech seemed at times, there were words and statements of unity and encouragement. Obama conjouring up the dead spirits of our fathers and reminding the nation that the people of our great country are what once made us great. Our innovation, our services, our technology, and least of all our resilience ... all things that make us what we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long gone was the Obama we marvelled at during the debates for his oratory skills. This was a man who entered this race as a politician and emerged a leader! Now is the time to stand beside our chosen representative and take action... time to take our country back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6301961055265061604?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6301961055265061604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6301961055265061604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6301961055265061604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6301961055265061604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-president-new-speech-new-america.html' title='New President, New Speech, New America'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SXkhDfJTyrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JB9cre0kqo8/s72-c/090120barackobama_president1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6840112333878732391</id><published>2009-01-11T02:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:44:01.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porkchop Sandwiches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SWmfHlnYDGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S675xRHx090/s1600-h/Pork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289934190028524642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SWmfHlnYDGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S675xRHx090/s320/Pork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SWmfAbEpllI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cMc25nBhcbQ/s1600-h/Pork.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 2009!!! I have been away from the keyboard for a spell... trying to get past the holidays and the present state of the economy. So I figured I would start this year off with something light as opposed to some deep introspective analysis of whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember growing up watching cartoons and "afterschool specials" that always had positive messages. Below is video that I have been watching continuously for about 2 years or so. Someone took a public service announcement from G.I. Joe, dubbed it and turned into one of the funniest vids I have seen in a long time, as well as giving birth to one of my favorite catch-phrases... Porkchop Sandwiches!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4OPr_QxoFg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4OPr_QxoFg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6840112333878732391?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6840112333878732391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6840112333878732391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6840112333878732391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6840112333878732391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2009/01/porkchop-sandwiches.html' title='Porkchop Sandwiches!'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SWmfHlnYDGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S675xRHx090/s72-c/Pork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-2528091378889404855</id><published>2008-12-12T03:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:48:00.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SUIk9Hmxg8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vrRpTkQF8sE/s1600-h/Pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278822345663939522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SUIk9Hmxg8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vrRpTkQF8sE/s200/Pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neurotic ramblings or unequivocal prose,&lt;br /&gt;The pain is ever-present,&lt;br /&gt;The pain… like cold caresses,&lt;br /&gt;No words escape your blistered lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas fill me with purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Stab me with tenacity,&lt;br /&gt;Puncture my very essence,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to become desensitized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of life? What true comedy!&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of happiness? What a miserable existence!&lt;br /&gt;The truth is obvious… The fruit lies within the perceived fruitlessness,&lt;br /&gt;Within the barren wind-swept wastelands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a wretched bunch we men are,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace that which you fear! And only then can you truly escape the pain…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-2528091378889404855?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/2528091378889404855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=2528091378889404855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/2528091378889404855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/2528091378889404855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain.html' title='The Pain'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SUIk9Hmxg8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vrRpTkQF8sE/s72-c/Pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-708677517081534268</id><published>2008-12-03T02:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:48:47.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warhol - Current Influences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWPDMM1neI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qw-AHNCxWs8/s1600-h/Orange+Warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275279823511854562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWPDMM1neI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qw-AHNCxWs8/s320/Orange+Warhol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWOqwcN50I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jXclQTMHimA/s1600-h/Orange+Warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275279527003350738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWOx7ns5tI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FjoNgF8q8SU/s320/Warhol+Self.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Warhol"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt; was an American artist whose name was synonymous with "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_art"&gt;Pop Art&lt;/a&gt;". He initially painted simple mass-produced items like Coke bottles and Campbell soup cans. My choice to present his work is based on his subject matter and color selections. Some of Andy’s works portray identical scenes or people repeated various times on canvases, where the only variation between each is a different bold color selection. The repetition on the canvases was done with the use of a silk-screen. Andy’s choices of colors were what conveyed his message and feelings. Whether he chose to summon a melancholy aura, express his rage for a particular topic or simply painted what was near him, he allowed his differences in hue tell the story for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling that I get from his self-portrait seems to evolve every time I look at it. The changes in the colors, whether the images are “solarized” or not, convey a message of gloominess/despondency or a superficial façade of happiness that Andy used to put on… although he was not truly understood in his times. Some may argue that even in our present day whether many of his works and the mystery surrounding his "seriousness" towards some of his subject matter was in fact legitimate. Art lovers, critics and the masses speculate as to what the meaning are behind his masterpieces while others regard them as rubbish. Either way the world will never see another Warhol... an artist whose influence we still see today in pieces ranging from potrayals of Che Guevara to "Warhol-esque" t-shirts with Obama's face emblazoned on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWP4ncwybI/AAAAAAAAAIo/urlKkMrNh_E/s1600-h/Che+warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275280741359471026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWP4ncwybI/AAAAAAAAAIo/urlKkMrNh_E/s320/Che+warhol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275282547276808594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWRhvBAgZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lCdrEy8welk/s320/Obama+warhol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-708677517081534268?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/708677517081534268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=708677517081534268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/708677517081534268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/708677517081534268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/12/warhol-current-influences.html' title='Warhol - Current Influences'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/STWPDMM1neI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qw-AHNCxWs8/s72-c/Orange+Warhol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-7075652966765064832</id><published>2008-11-25T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:06:11.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay - Life in Technicolor II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SSwhBYJRVaI/AAAAAAAAAII/5Dk4qjNWyRc/s1600-h/Coldplay+-+Prospekts+March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272625571288929698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SSwhBYJRVaI/AAAAAAAAAII/5Dk4qjNWyRc/s320/Coldplay+-+Prospekts+March.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They did it again!!!  I absolutely loved Coldplay’s last album “Viva La Vida”.  However, there was one track that I really wished they had added lyrics to… the opening track “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxmH4v0DJiQ"&gt;Life in Technicolor&lt;/a&gt;”.  Maybe it was the song’s sweet melody, the pulsating rhythm, its atmospheric vibe, or maybe it was the “OOHHHHH” “OOHHHHH” that Chris sings towards the end.  Whatever the reason, that song was awesome untouched, but of course the perfectionist in me craved for just a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Coldplay’s new EP release named “Prospekts March” which contains previously unreleased material, and the first track is… “Life in Technicolor II”.  Chris Martin delivers some solid vocals on the track which much to my delight was extended to just over four minutes from the original two and a half minutes.  Ahhhh, bliss.  Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download the new version below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5167765639b638f7/"&gt;Coldplay – Life in Technicolor II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-7075652966765064832?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/7075652966765064832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=7075652966765064832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7075652966765064832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7075652966765064832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/11/coldplay-life-in-technicolor-ii.html' title='Coldplay - Life in Technicolor II'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SSwhBYJRVaI/AAAAAAAAAII/5Dk4qjNWyRc/s72-c/Coldplay+-+Prospekts+March.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6888131404903381137</id><published>2008-11-13T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:44:06.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Sexton - The Other Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPTbZO3uuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hWlIOXNrWF8/s1600-h/Sexton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265784856909429474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPTbZO3uuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hWlIOXNrWF8/s320/Sexton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished re-reading some poems by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Sexton"&gt;Anne Sexton&lt;/a&gt;. Most of her work is appealing to me in a "different" way. One poem in particular that stuck out for me was “You All Know The Story Of The Other Woman”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poem is basically about a woman whose significant other is cheating on her. The poem focuses on Sexton’s idea of what the man’s relationship with his mistress consists of. Sexton comforts herself by imagining the other woman as an inanimate object rather than viewing her as a real person. By not seeing the other woman as a person, she disqualifies any bond that her significant other and his mistress can possibly have. She says the other woman is the man’s selection part time, but when he is done with her he will put her back. This thought process makes it easier for her to accept the betrayal and still keep her self-worth. Sexton doesn’t deny the physical relationship that her significant other has with the other woman, but believes it is limited to just that. Sexton sums up the man’s relationship with the other woman as merely a carnal pursuit that takes place during nocturnal hours strictly for the fulfillment of his lustful desires. Sexton also assumes that the other woman can’t truly know her significant other very well due to the limited amount of time they spent together. She tells herself that the mistress is his “play-thing” and she is the woman he really cares about. She thinks she is the woman who has a real connection with him because he always comes back to her in the light of day. I believe it was Sexton’s intention to show this particular point of view in order for the reader to identify with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem made me think about the many excuses that people can come up with to fool themselves into thinking they are in a normal relationship. People suffer many different types of abuse, whether it is physical, verbal or emotional. It is easy to say that you would react a specific way if you ever found yourself in a certain hypothetical situation, until you actually found yourself in the real situation. It is also very easy to judge other people’s decisions without knowing all of the factors that lead to those decisions. The poem illustrates how we can become accustomed to and rationalize just about any situation we encounter no matter how absurd it may actually be. It also makes me wonder just what would be considered out of the question nowadays…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6888131404903381137?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6888131404903381137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6888131404903381137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6888131404903381137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6888131404903381137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/11/anne-sexton-other-woman.html' title='Anne Sexton - The Other Woman'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPTbZO3uuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hWlIOXNrWF8/s72-c/Sexton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-7658070942261780788</id><published>2008-11-10T01:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:33:28.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraq - A Just War?  A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPOgYQstdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jI6ZmM8MU0c/s1600-h/Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265779444989867474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPOgYQstdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jI6ZmM8MU0c/s320/Bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The issue of War and Terrorism is one that is always present, especially now since the United States is no longer perceived as a safe haven from the world’s violence. This country which was once “untouched” in terms of mass deaths due to terrorism, has now taken a more realistic view of itself and its vulnerabilities. Our current war or “act of aggression” and whether it is just or not can also be turned on its head depending on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A just war is supposed to have three requirements according to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Thomas_Aquinas://"&gt;Thomas Aquinas&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The war must be started and controlled by the authority of state or ruler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;There must be a just cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The war must be for good, or against evil. Law and order must always be restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The causes of this war, although initially clearly stated have become muddled with ulterior motives and double-talk. This war against Iraq or Jihad has been viewed as a holy war from the other side. Our acts of patriotism and "peacekeeping" are seen as terrorism by the Muslim world. War in this country has always been declared once an enemy first attacked our troops (Pearl Harbor for example), thus making it a just war. In this particular case President Bush instituted a preemptive war, which although we were never attacked, he justified by claiming Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. Iraq was attacked and invaded, the ruling party (Saddam Hussein) was ousted and then subsequently executed. Years have passed and we continue to occupy the country in order to “quell” insurgent uprisings. Our current president’s aggressive stance and actions in this case could cause a huge backlash against the United States, by other counties who now see us as an aggressor among peaceful nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, the ethnocentric media that we as Americans are exposed to is rather limited and you would be surprised how much more you would learn by watching the newscasts aimed at a different audience besides predominantly American viewers. I'm glad that this "reign" is almost over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-7658070942261780788?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/7658070942261780788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=7658070942261780788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7658070942261780788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7658070942261780788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/11/iraq-just-war-look-back.html' title='Iraq - A Just War?  A Look Back'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPOgYQstdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jI6ZmM8MU0c/s72-c/Bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6003518078370591851</id><published>2008-11-07T02:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:40:00.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zoé - Reptilectric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRNaCqgO46I/AAAAAAAAAHo/x1l1PydNYRs/s1600-h/Zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265651391141962658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRNaCqgO46I/AAAAAAAAAHo/x1l1PydNYRs/s320/Zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zoé is an influential Mexican rock band which formed back in the 1990s. Although the majority of their songs are in spanish their sound seems to transcend the spanish rock genre and infect diverse audiences. Their style is one that has evolved and changed over the years with definite influences from the Britpop and Grunge movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new upcoming release “Reptilectric” (Release date 11/11/2008) is the fourth studio album for them and a follow up to the highly acclaimed “&lt;a title="Memo Rex Commander y el Corazón Atómico de la Vía Láctea" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memo_Rex_Commander_y_el_CorazÃ³n_AtÃ³mico_de_la_VÃ&amp;shy;a_LÃ¡ctea"&gt;Memo Rex Commander y el Corazón Atómico de la Vía Láctea&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had the pleasure of seeing this band live 3 times and have never been disappointed. Their unique stage presence is undeniable and their atmospheric sound unmatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the video for their first single and title track named “Reptilectric”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHyOz7Y9PVg&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6003518078370591851?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6003518078370591851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6003518078370591851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6003518078370591851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6003518078370591851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-zo-reptilectric.html' title='New Zoé - Reptilectric'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRNaCqgO46I/AAAAAAAAAHo/x1l1PydNYRs/s72-c/Zoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-1155182230331008508</id><published>2008-11-06T04:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:15:00.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Sherman - Conceptual Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRJayrzGLiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UUVI44lW244/s1600-h/sherman03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265370741146529314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRJayrzGLiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UUVI44lW244/s320/sherman03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265370925415706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRJa9aQSrwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uxQqd_KIDao/s320/sherman50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371662917380018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRJboVqZJ7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/AXEYxPeEklk/s320/shermancolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Sherman is an artist who is primarily known for her visionary self-portraits in which she focuses on concepts rather than aesthetics. There are typically messages or social commentary behind each of her images, which she uses her body to convey. Her use of various costumes and distinct style, which contribute to her ability to evoke feelings of nostalgia, bewilderment, wonder or repulsion within her audiences, is unrivaled. Other photographers of her era were pointing the camera outward to capture and record the world, while she turned the lens on herself to metamorphose and truly show the world what she wanted to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What one immediately grasps when you look at her work is the strength and vision in each of her images. Creating iconic impressions in a physical form that depicted the stereotypical attitude that society had towards women in movies, magazines and other forms of media called attention to the unjust practices. There is an almost dream-like and personal quality about her work that makes me feel like I am the person taking the picture. When one looks at her pictures one is not truly seeing her, but the character she wishes to show you. There is an anonymous quality about her personally, where she actually becomes the subject. There is an intensity found in her eyes whether she is playing the part of a glitzy celebrity, sex-pot or even woman in death. I find her work to be somewhat of a pioneer for other forms of visual artists that have since followed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-1155182230331008508?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/1155182230331008508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=1155182230331008508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1155182230331008508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1155182230331008508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/11/cindy-sherman-conceptual-photography.html' title='Cindy Sherman - Conceptual Photography'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRJayrzGLiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UUVI44lW244/s72-c/sherman03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-1340187950903004316</id><published>2008-11-05T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:25:53.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day America Took America Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRHXwnCzDAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3vEoThVM6w4/s1600-h/obama+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265226669487229954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRHXwnCzDAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3vEoThVM6w4/s320/obama+crowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265226907514015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRHX-dwzjsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OyUh2-PtzyQ/s320/Electoral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep this posting short and sweet. We have reached an epic time in our country’s history. A time when this monumental event marks the physical manifestation of the “American Dream” and inspire people everywhere to open up their minds and eyes and behold the endless possibilities they now have in front of them. Barack Hussein Obama has been elected the 44th President of the United States of America!!! The difference in electoral votes, 364 to McCain’s 163, was substantial. Our country spoke loud and clear, and they voted for Change… Change in the way we will look at healthcare, Change in the way we run our businesses and the economy, Change in the way our country is perceived by the rest of the world, Change in the way we govern ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours ago, I watched people from all different walks of life unite and cheer. I watched civil rights leader Jesse Jackson weep silently in the crowd at Grant Park when CNN announced that Obama had won. I saw Oprah jumping up and down with excitement, thousands of young Americans hugging and screaming, and live videos of Times Square and Rockefeller Plaza containing a multitude of hopeful and jubilant faces. These people cheered for a man that has captured the imagination of our great nation. Not because he said he had all of the answers, but because we knew he had a much different approach to what he have had to deal with for the last eight years. Those differences in ideology and outlook translated into an overall theme or message that echoed what the people of the U.S. wanted out of their next Commander in Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day America took America back. Congratulations Mr. Obama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnH-uDp1cyg&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-1340187950903004316?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/1340187950903004316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=1340187950903004316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1340187950903004316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1340187950903004316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-america-took-america-back.html' title='The Day America Took America Back'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRHXwnCzDAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3vEoThVM6w4/s72-c/obama+crowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-839457207580627701</id><published>2008-10-28T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:05:39.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama - Enough "Sole" For All Of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SQdvk88e2cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m3rwNzAThoI/s1600-h/Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297370231495106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SQdvk88e2cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m3rwNzAThoI/s320/Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been hearing a lot of people saying that black people are only voting for Barack Obama because he is black without listening to the issues at all.  Really?  Is that really what people think?  Do people really think that everyone is that superficial?  I don't think all black people are voting for Obama simply because he is black (or half black).  Obama seems to have a more compassionate and charismatic style that seems to resonate with many people in this area.  I see that McCain has many more years of experience than Obama, but that within itself may be the reason people are turning away from him.  Many people may associate him with "old politics" and they way the government has been run for the last 100 years.  Obama is clearly saying that it is time for a change... change in the way we govern ourselves, change in the way our great country is perceived in the world, change in the way we take care of our own citizens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain has been in this country's service for many years.  This country owes him a substantial amount of gratitude for all he has done and had to endure... but do we owe him the presidency?  No.  Yes, he brings a wealth of experience to the table, but in his shining moments on the "world stage" he demonstrates his sound decision making by selecting Sarah Palin as his running mate.  I am not going to reiterate all of the reasons why she is not qualified for such a position, because they have all been beaten to death by this point.  The McCain of yesteryear would have been a great candidate, but unfortunately that is not the McCain that this grueling presidential campaign has produced (or exposed).  The point is the people of America DO NOT WANT ANOTHER 4 YEARS OF BUSH!!!  The U.S. and our economy can't take another administration which turned a surplus in our budget to a deficit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone is saying that either of the two candidates are perfect, but when actually taking their polarized positions in perspective, Obama supporters feel he has a plan which is more sound.  Black people have been voting for Caucasian candidates since they have had the right to vote, and many do feel that certain Caucasian voters will not vote for Obama because he is black (or half black).  There has always been racism in this country.  However, it has been brought to the foreground because for once in the history of our country there is a serious candidate for the presidency that isn't Caucasian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-839457207580627701?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/839457207580627701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=839457207580627701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/839457207580627701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/839457207580627701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-enough-sole-for-all-of-us.html' title='Obama - Enough &quot;Sole&quot; For All Of Us'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SQdvk88e2cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m3rwNzAThoI/s72-c/Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6081483753565714523</id><published>2008-10-17T01:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:37:49.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Eminem - I'm Having A Relapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPiibVdbt-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qw8puX5HPn8/s1600-h/eminem-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258131155455817698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPiibVdbt-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qw8puX5HPn8/s320/eminem-picture-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep this post short and sweet. Eminem's flow is sick. I have always been a fan of the way he rhymes and rides the beat, but his albums never really impressed me too much. Now, after hiding out for a number of years (no he is not dead) Eminem is back with a little teaser of a joint. The new Shade 45 release is only about two minutes long, but within that brief period you begin to remember what made him great before... even over a beat which isn't all that great. Hopefully there will more be tracks forthcoming.  Download link and video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/1843691"&gt;Eminem - I'm Having A Relapse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWF_9VBj6SE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWF_9VBj6SE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6081483753565714523?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6081483753565714523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6081483753565714523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6081483753565714523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6081483753565714523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-eminem-im-having-relapse.html' title='New Eminem - I&apos;m Having A Relapse'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPiibVdbt-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qw8puX5HPn8/s72-c/eminem-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-426261685258808693</id><published>2008-10-14T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:27:00.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazilian Girls Show + 42O = Great Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPQuLF99mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Muv2kSK7RQ/s1600-h/39730027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256774681741882978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPQuLF99mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Muv2kSK7RQ/s320/39730027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256775583441911474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPRiqMAfrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9KstIwqt1A8/s320/39730026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPRJtFrAEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5GgW3GmjZrU/s1600-h/39730029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256775154723913794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPRJtFrAEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5GgW3GmjZrU/s320/39730029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256775992272651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPR6dM2hhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DD7Z_AucpOc/s320/39730020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I receive an email and a call saying I have a pair comp tickets for the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/braziliangirls"&gt;Brazilian Girls&lt;/a&gt; show Friday night at Terminal 5…Awesome! This is a band that I would pay money to see because of their outstanding live shows, and I am getting in for free. Despite their name, nobody in the group is actually Brazilian and there is only one woman. The band’s music is extremely hard to classify within a specific genre because of the various types of rhythms that they use. And to top it off, the lead singer, Sabina Sciubba, sings in English, Spanish, French, Italian and German. It is truly an international, electronic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to the venue and walk in, I am immediately pulled in by the immense crowd’s energy. There are huge groups of people chatting, dancing, drinking, and pretty much ready for a great time…not to mention the cliques of amazingly flawless-looking women all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band takes the stage to an uproar of applause and cheering. For the next hour and a half the Brazilian Girls take us through a whirlwind of spectacular vocals, pounding beats, and a wide array of dizzying lightshows and musical arrangements… even including a couple of songs with a live marching band on stage. Sabina took control of the show from beginning to end, despite the fact that she is visibly pregnant, and left the crowd yearning for more when their set was done. The band came back on stage for a short encore set and ended the night with one of my favorite songs… the whole crowd sang along “Pu**y, Pu**y, Pu**y, Marijuana”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave Terminal 5 and at this point am in no mood to go home, so I head up to Amsterdam Ave and hit one of the spots I haven’t been to in a while, &lt;a href="http://www.420barandlounge.com/index.html"&gt;42O&lt;/a&gt;. The d.j.was awesome, the crowd was great, the vibe was cool and the liquor was… tasty hehe. All in all it was one of those perfect NYC nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-426261685258808693?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/426261685258808693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=426261685258808693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/426261685258808693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/426261685258808693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/10/brazilian-girls-show-42o-great-night.html' title='Brazilian Girls Show + 42O = Great Night'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SPPQuLF99mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Muv2kSK7RQ/s72-c/39730027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-3557424430406264322</id><published>2008-10-10T03:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:11:04.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MoMA Visit - Francis Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO5V2Vi98rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z86eUyArJHQ/s1600-h/Painting+1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255232207173055154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO5V2Vi98rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z86eUyArJHQ/s320/Painting+1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255232863817149986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO5WcjvHriI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cZwLOYKmjOY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO5VFLa66CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OcYGAxdF95Q/s1600-h/Painting+1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255233034234694210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO5Wmel1CkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O4Ji4RfxFw8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently visited the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in NYC and felt as if I was being drawn back particular work of art over and over again.  It was a 1946 masterpiece by the artist Francis Bacon named “Painting”.  This symbolic painting is located on the 5th floor in an area lit from above by spotlights, protected by glass, and not far from a large window which added additional natural light.  This piece is also accompanied by another of Bacon’s works named “Study of a Baboon” which seems to compliment the first work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at once arrested by its dark linear style and color scheme.  The macabre scene depicted in spectacular fashion, made me ponder what the artist must have been thinking while creating such a work…what he was trying to tell us.  The funeral or butcher shop-inspired work immediately brought several things to mind.  The colors he chose to employ in his work, shades of red, black and burgundy conjure up visions of blood, death /mortality and gore.  The chunks of beef near the painting’s forefront made me think of that Christmas poem but with a dark twist…“all the bodies are hung by the chimney with care”.  The cow carcasses hung in an almost crucifix-like formation I found a bit disturbing.  The ominous mortician/politician at the right with the partially obscured face grasped my attention at once.  What makes this figure so alluring and simultaneously repulsive is the fact one can not make out his entire countenance.  By shrouding part of the face with the umbrella Bacon succeeded in turning him into every politician or mortician.  Through anonymity the viewer is free to imagine any politician they choose, resulting in the figure being even more menacing.  By painting politician/mortician in those surroundings and placing an eerie grin on his face, Bacon alludes to the fact that there is a morbid inhumanity beneath this figure’s polished exterior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, given the time period when he created the painting, Bacon was influenced by the events of the then recent World War 2.  There was general public mistrust of politicians at the time.  I believe Bacon was trying to show us that “evil” politicians create wars leaving dismembered bodies and death in their wake.  The purpose of arranging the two large carcasses in the form of a crucifix are meant to signify the human sacrifice that the sinister politician is willing to endure to further his own plans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-3557424430406264322?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/3557424430406264322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=3557424430406264322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/3557424430406264322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/3557424430406264322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/10/moma-visit-francis-bacon.html' title='MoMA Visit - Francis Bacon'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO5V2Vi98rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z86eUyArJHQ/s72-c/Painting+1946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-380987618347096872</id><published>2008-10-08T03:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:34:27.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama / McCain - Shake Hands with "That One"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO0LBue6ThI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bdwWX1qbT38/s1600-h/ObamaMccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254868464496692754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO0LBue6ThI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bdwWX1qbT38/s320/ObamaMccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, they are opponents for the same coveted prize. Yes, they have obvious fundamental differences in their proposed policies. Yes, they even have stark differences in their delivery and individual style. But, there comes point when we must take a stand and speak up about what we perceive to be blatant disrespect. Last night during the 2nd presidential debate, John McCain, in his usual condescending tone, referred to Barack Obama as “That One”. No matter how heated a debate may get, or perturbed a candidate may be there is no reason to refer to your opponent as “That One”… especially on the world stage being watched by millions of viewers. Now maybe I’m wrong, but I think the term “That One” is used to belittle someone, or to portray them in a way that would make them equivalent to the many faceless people we walk past on a daily basis (a nobody).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like McCain’s handlers have told him to abandon the word “maverick” and instead embrace calling everyone “my friends”. Is this supposed to make us view him as one of us? Will this egregious pre-election ploy make us feel all warm and fuzzy, and convince us that McCain has our best interests at heart? How long before “My Friends” becomes “Hey You” and “Those People Over There”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of my political affiliation, I believe Obama has worked very hard to be in the position he is currently in and deserves a bit more respect than he was shown during and immediately after the debate. To top everything off McCain also refused to shake Obama’s hand afterwards. Wow! Video below of the nonexistent “handshake”: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhCxhU39iN22H65rg0" width="448" height="374" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-380987618347096872?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/380987618347096872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=380987618347096872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/380987618347096872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/380987618347096872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/10/obamamccain-shake-hands-with-that-one.html' title='Obama / McCain - Shake Hands with &quot;That One&quot;?'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SO0LBue6ThI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bdwWX1qbT38/s72-c/ObamaMccain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6810923784968141546</id><published>2008-10-05T01:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:02:00.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpson - This Time... Guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOeiAghtwUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TsHvJv7UlDk/s1600-h/Simpson.jog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253345619966017858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOeiAghtwUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TsHvJv7UlDk/s320/Simpson.jog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOeh2L2_EgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u5QO2ojrJ60/s1600-h/Simpson.jog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that everyone was upset about the decision 13 years ago, but this trial had nothing to do with the other.  I am in no way defending his actions or the outcome, but I can’t help but notice that every comment I've heard or read has nothing to do with this most recent trial, and everything to do with the resentment and anger that many people still had harbored inside them following his previous murder trail.  This would also lead me to believe that since so many people still had those feelings within them, it would be almost impossible for OJ to find an untainted or unbiased jury... which pretty much undermines the idea that he could ever receive a fair trial.  Just something I had been thinking about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6810923784968141546?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6810923784968141546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6810923784968141546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6810923784968141546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6810923784968141546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/10/simpson-this-time-guilty.html' title='Simpson - This Time... Guilty!'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOeiAghtwUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TsHvJv7UlDk/s72-c/Simpson.jog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-6399543702671951054</id><published>2008-09-30T01:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:43:00.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricky - The Dark One Is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEv8cpC9NI/AAAAAAAAAEA/72jNasITNfo/s1600-h/Tricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251531356017718482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEv8cpC9NI/AAAAAAAAAEA/72jNasITNfo/s320/Tricky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s Back! Tricky released Knowle West Boy after taking about 5 years off. Within the same vein of Maxinquaye, this new release is reminiscent of his former glory. “Past Mistake” is a noteworthy track on this exciting new album. The dark brooding backdrop and haunting soundscapes form an all-encompassing aura that seems to swirl all around you all the while pulling you deeper within itself.&lt;br /&gt;His music transcends regular boundaries and becomes an audio storyboard with faceless actors. This time accompanied by Lubna, Tricky echoes the lyrics in his low growl as she whispers of an unforgotten past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FC77n5QoRo8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-6399543702671951054?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/6399543702671951054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=6399543702671951054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6399543702671951054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/6399543702671951054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/09/tricky-dark-one-is-back.html' title='Tricky - The Dark One Is Back'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEv8cpC9NI/AAAAAAAAAEA/72jNasITNfo/s72-c/Tricky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-1412731676152190025</id><published>2008-09-29T05:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:53:56.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neruda - The Heights of Macchu Picchu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEipHulnhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TyhI4ZCJ00c/s1600-h/Heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251516730335141394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEipHulnhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TyhI4ZCJ00c/s320/Heights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In “The Heights of Macchu Picchu” Pablo Neruda drifts in between surreal and physical realms, contemplates and confronts death, only to be reborn in unity with his fellow man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heights of Macchu Picchu is essentially a long poem, written in free verse, consisting of twelve individual cantos, representing the calendar year as well as its seasons. Although each canto has its own flow, tone and style, they all fit in together to form a complete idea. Through the use of metaphor, Neruda accomplishes in transporting the reader into a world where the most common items acquire extraordinary attributes and the metaphysical unites with the concrete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a poem of symbolic death, redemption and resurrection in which the poet himself begins as a lonely voyager and ends with a full commitment to the American indigenous people, their Indian roots, their past, and their future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-1412731676152190025?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/1412731676152190025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=1412731676152190025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1412731676152190025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1412731676152190025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/09/neruda-heights-of-macchu-picchu.html' title='Neruda - The Heights of Macchu Picchu'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEipHulnhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TyhI4ZCJ00c/s72-c/Heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-3404105721419882136</id><published>2008-09-29T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:25:26.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not All The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEc2M6ub6I/AAAAAAAAADo/yZRUPgG-TQk/s1600-h/Flags.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251510357996760994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEc2M6ub6I/AAAAAAAAADo/yZRUPgG-TQk/s320/Flags.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren’t we all the same? Don’t we all eat the same food (rice and beans)? Don’t we all speak the same language and dance to the same music (salsa, merengue, bachata, and cumbia)? Don’t we all look the same? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally felt like I’ve had to “educate” certain non latinos about our various cultures at times, and never felt it should be that way. Most of our countrymen emigrated to the United States “The Land of Milk and Honey” from the Carribean, Central and South America and were forced to assimilate within mainstream culture, and suppress our old customs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that we, as Latinos, always see and discusses the differences between our many cultures. We are proud of the characteristics and customs that make us Cuban, Peruvian, Dominican, or Puerto Rican etc, when amongst ourselves, but seem comfortable with “mainstream” America grouping us all as one and labeling us all as Hispanics, Latinos, or even just Spanish people. In accepting these “blanket” monikers we further enforce the injustices and ignorance that force the people of our many nations to adhere to the same artificial rhythm. This also gives “mainstream” America the idea that any one subsection or nationality can in fact speak for or represent the larger, more diverse group. This response, although understandable, does not improve the plight of our Spanish-speaking countrymen. Many times we feel that there is “strength in numbers”, therefore accepting these labels as a way to simply safeguard what is ours and not lose any ground in the advances that have been made thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just something that I have chosen to articulate after pondering the subject for some time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-3404105721419882136?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/3404105721419882136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=3404105721419882136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/3404105721419882136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/3404105721419882136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-all-same.html' title='Not All The Same'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SOEc2M6ub6I/AAAAAAAAADo/yZRUPgG-TQk/s72-c/Flags.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-5186492294962164146</id><published>2008-09-17T02:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:01:35.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Crash" Matos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFLEjeuyrI/AAAAAAAAADg/g04MEyu5h9g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057582479035058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFLEjeuyrI/AAAAAAAAADg/g04MEyu5h9g/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFK_Q7cugI/AAAAAAAAADY/o9XeffUUOh0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057491599866370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFK_Q7cugI/AAAAAAAAADY/o9XeffUUOh0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFK6v1KABI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XAWM_WTpDK8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057413995626514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFK6v1KABI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XAWM_WTpDK8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFKsYvf5UI/AAAAAAAAADA/kPBtmQkbz7o/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247057167279711554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFKsYvf5UI/AAAAAAAAADA/kPBtmQkbz7o/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John “Crash” Matos is a well known modern artist and former graffiti artist. John’s earlier work focused on “ masters” or “pieces” which consists of full mural-like pictures as opposed to “tagging” which is more or less an elaborate signature. Unlike others who have come from this background, John was able to successfully transition his work’s support from primarily trains and walls to canvas. Although he made this transition, John still utilizes the tools of his former life, spray-paint to create his work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one immediately grasps when you look at his work is his aggressive use of bold color… color that is not just aesthetically pleasing, but tells a story as well. His adventurous nature shines through in his strong transitions in color, shape and style. There are definite comic book references made in certain pieces like “Shadow”, while “In Contempt Of” seems to stick to his graffiti-inspired roots.&lt;br /&gt;There is a quality about his work that makes me feel like he has an almost imaginary sack of ideas in his mind where he extracts his images to put into his work. Although some of the images he superimposes or squeezes in on one canvas may seem random, there is something about them that joins them together. The separate images almost seem to be fighting for supremacy and space on the canvas while John picks and creates the ones with the most compelling story. Each image has something to say individually, all the while still contributing to the bigger picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common theme among the various pieces that I have looked at would be John’s infatuation with the eye. Eyes are painted meticulously making clear and distinct appearances in works while other objects are obscured by or overlap one another. The eye is depicted as a radiant force in otherwise unintelligible pieces. Possibly because many people believe the eye to be the window to one’s soul, I believe John makes the eye the window to his paintings’ souls by conveying their meaning or purpose through them. John is a master at his craft, and I really appreciate that fact that he remains focused on his individual vision within a world which is dominated by oil and acrylic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-5186492294962164146?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/5186492294962164146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=5186492294962164146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5186492294962164146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5186492294962164146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/09/crash-matos.html' title='&quot;Crash&quot; Matos'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SNFLEjeuyrI/AAAAAAAAADg/g04MEyu5h9g/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-4264066989139841816</id><published>2008-08-19T04:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:43:35.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SKsv2n_mphI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dLi18nlj6y4/s1600-h/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236331607243531794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SKsv2n_mphI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dLi18nlj6y4/s320/brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words are coming fast and furious as I try and navigate along the straight and narrow,&lt;br /&gt;Mental portraits depicting blank slates, depicting vivid imagery, depicting me… wading through,&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like nothing, all the while it tastes like everything, but I digress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark, the light, the sour, the sweet and the salty mingle with each other to become one and struggle to keep their own identity,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the parched fields of reflection while simultaneously looking outward for answers,&lt;br /&gt;Make sense of them, make sense of them, make them work for you, you can control them… but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear-laden daydreams and peaceful nightmares abound with courageous whimpering,&lt;br /&gt;Cautionary whispers and reckless shrieks concurrently inquiring and directing,&lt;br /&gt;The turmoil, both external and internal, commandeer creative and objective thought transforming the latter into present-day gibberish... but should I digress?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-4264066989139841816?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/4264066989139841816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=4264066989139841816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4264066989139841816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4264066989139841816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/08/compass.html' title='Compass'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SKsv2n_mphI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dLi18nlj6y4/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-1063443583680423240</id><published>2008-08-08T01:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:24:57.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueprint 3 is coming - Jocking Jay-Z Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJxhD2wDIJI/AAAAAAAAACw/pYyUF5YzZ0Y/s1600-h/Jay-z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232163585962221714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJxhD2wDIJI/AAAAAAAAACw/pYyUF5YzZ0Y/s200/Jay-z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJxgwARiYJI/AAAAAAAAACo/XK_x9bzWACE/s1600-h/Jay-z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much to say about this except... WOW!!! This definitely brings my expectations for Jay-Z's upcoming Blueprint 3 album way up.  Jay-Z is a master at his craft, who not only seems to be light years ahead of everyone else, he also surpasses his own previous output.  Good looking on the beat Kanye! Check out the live video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rl-zp5cFSDI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-1063443583680423240?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/1063443583680423240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=1063443583680423240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1063443583680423240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/1063443583680423240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/08/blueprint-3-is-coming-jocking-jay-z.html' title='Blueprint 3 is coming - Jocking Jay-Z Live'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJxhD2wDIJI/AAAAAAAAACw/pYyUF5YzZ0Y/s72-c/Jay-z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-4916430246959784741</id><published>2008-08-04T03:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:04:02.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJawcPprM5I/AAAAAAAAACg/TxzM3dx_cxQ/s1600-h/darkforest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230562016521565074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJawcPprM5I/AAAAAAAAACg/TxzM3dx_cxQ/s320/darkforest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh enter beautiful darkness ever-present within,&lt;br /&gt;My senses beckon thee,&lt;br /&gt;Twisted yet unperturbed like a long winding road,&lt;br /&gt;My mind’s eye calls out for you to quench its thirst,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me with icy fingertips and suffocating caresses,&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of illumination, guidance in your expansiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Learn one’s lessons well, taught through missteps,&lt;br /&gt;Oh lighthouse of darkness make me one with thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-4916430246959784741?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/4916430246959784741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=4916430246959784741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4916430246959784741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4916430246959784741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/08/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJawcPprM5I/AAAAAAAAACg/TxzM3dx_cxQ/s72-c/darkforest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-4226623257886836987</id><published>2008-08-04T02:50:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:47:24.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapplethorpe - Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJaouclgIMI/AAAAAAAAACI/JvME4Nqce_k/s1600-h/self.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230553533138346178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJaouclgIMI/AAAAAAAAACI/JvME4Nqce_k/s320/self.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJaocT9D_QI/AAAAAAAAACA/GIJaEyW4p0U/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265772431898066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SRPIIKdUPtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZZWq6JSOeyc/s320/Maple1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJaoHl5QqqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lSJtiLs-jPk/s1600-h/parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230552865622239906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJaoHl5QqqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lSJtiLs-jPk/s320/parrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robert Mapplethorpe was a photographer who was known for his black and white portraits and controversial images. His dark imagery and sexually charged subject matter resulted in Mapplethorpe being held in high regard among some individuals while seen as a notorious deviant within other circles. Most of what he chose to photograph consisted of flowers, portraits and both female and male nudes. His 1985 horned Italian Devil-inspired self portrait was also used on the cover of a book of poems by Arthur Rimbaud called “A Season in Hell”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;His work appears to be very dark and brooding to me as well, but his photographs also capture a quality about his subjects that can only be truly appreciated in black and white. There is an intimacy and raw quality about his photos that pulls you in and you immediately develop a relationship with the subject. The fact that he chose to shoot his subjects in a stripped-down and seemingly unpretentious way symbolizes to me that he was attempting to photograph their very essence. Unfortunately, the world has to do without further artwork from Robert Mapplethorpe, because of his death in March of 1989 due to complications from AIDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-4226623257886836987?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/4226623257886836987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=4226623257886836987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4226623257886836987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/4226623257886836987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/08/mapplethorpe-misunderstood.html' title='Mapplethorpe - Misunderstood'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SJaouclgIMI/AAAAAAAAACI/JvME4Nqce_k/s72-c/self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-290356725066301468</id><published>2008-07-24T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:38:50.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Gogh - Dark Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226684395476282226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIjpw_lw63I/AAAAAAAAABY/XtHlUxNgpug/s320/Wheat+Field+with+crows.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIjpq4_SPnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/N0wVoUdT1HA/s1600-h/Starry+Night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226684290625060466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIjpq4_SPnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/N0wVoUdT1HA/s320/Starry+Night.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226688388645907282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIjtZbTl61I/AAAAAAAAABw/WLBGp5ie7TI/s320/Starlight.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vincent van Gogh was a very popular and influential painter and most of his pieces are known throughout the world. Some credit his genius to his mental illness or altered mind state. His bout with schizophrenia voracious appetite for absinthe may have lead to his excessive use of the color yellow. His medical conditions also led to him cutting off part of his ear and subsequently his suicide in 1890.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melancholy or even dismal tone seems to mark his work, especially towards the end of his career. This period of his artistic life is what he is most remembered for. His painting style is characterized by his very strong deliberate strokes and his application of thick layers of paint on the canvas in order to add texture to his work. I get a feeling of dreary foreboding from some of his work, especially “Wheat Fields with Crows” which he painted the same year he took his life. His depictions of crows in this painting, which typically symbolize death or a bad omen, predicate his thoughts and desires. The audience’s point of view in the three van Gogh paintings above is one of overseeing a landscape. But one also gets the feeling that there is a desolate and oppressing mood of solitude that the painter is exhibiting. Although there may be other inhabitants in the distance, the viewer feels removed from any interaction with them. There is a quiet desperation in his work that leads me to believe that despite his notoriety, van Gogh was alone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-290356725066301468?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/290356725066301468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=290356725066301468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/290356725066301468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/290356725066301468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/07/van-gogh-dark-genius.html' title='Van Gogh - Dark Genius'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIjpw_lw63I/AAAAAAAAABY/XtHlUxNgpug/s72-c/Wheat+Field+with+crows.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-2087628513209211912</id><published>2008-07-23T02:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:58:38.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roof-Deck BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIbTlCq394I/AAAAAAAAABI/JIwr9cEog9E/s1600-h/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226097050935359362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIbTlCq394I/AAAAAAAAABI/JIwr9cEog9E/s320/DSC02274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIbTaAepqOI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nn62tuwtcFQ/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226096861368658146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIbTaAepqOI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nn62tuwtcFQ/s320/DSC02273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great night! An old friend of mine invited me to a BBQ on the roof deck of his apartment building in the financial district on Sunday night. It sounded like fun so I called up the rest of the old crew, gave them the address and headed over to his place. I got there at about 10:30 and chatted with him while the rest of his guests started arriving. He has an awesome view of the Brooklyn Bridge from his deck and the weather was great so we were off to a good start. My boys show up and the food was pretty much done cooking so we started claiming the best pieces for ourselves, burgers, salmon, filet mignon… the works. The food was awesome, but soon after the natives started getting restless and needed something to wash it down with. Out comes the wine (Cabernet Sauvignon, followed by Pinot Grigio) and in come some hot French female guests (oui oui), followed by his extremely attractive blond half-Salvadorian neighbor. Needless to say the party was taken to another level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kill the wine, reach for the Grey Goose and what’s left of the soda and next thing you know everyone is talking like they knew each other for years. Old stories are shared, old school raps recited, voices and glasses are raised in unison in multiple toasts, and many drinks were spilled (the latter being most prevalent). It is all a blur at this point and I have the sneaking suspicion many candid photos were taken. This is when my world starting looking like the pics I shared above. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to check myspace to see if anything really bad pops up. All in all, friends old and new embraced, exchanged numbers, and I headed out the door to try and beat out the sunrise. I figured I would at least attempt to get one hour or so of sleep before having to get up for work. I definitely paid for it that morning, but I wouldn't have had it any other way…Good Times Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-2087628513209211912?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/2087628513209211912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=2087628513209211912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/2087628513209211912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/2087628513209211912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/07/roof-deck-bbq.html' title='Roof-Deck BBQ'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIbTlCq394I/AAAAAAAAABI/JIwr9cEog9E/s72-c/DSC02274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-5095500677424625314</id><published>2008-07-18T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:08:22.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Ink?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIC1nWf_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/145eGPeUUMI/s1600-h/beach_tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224375255409050578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIC1nWf_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/145eGPeUUMI/s200/beach_tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer is here! Summer and how it affects us all is a wonderful thing… fun in the sun, trim and fit bodies, and that perfectly placed new tattoo. Tattoos have come along way. What was once reserved for biker gangs and ex-convicts in movies has become a way for us to express who we are. Young people get tattoos for different reasons ranging from wanting to show their individuality, fitting in with a group, to just thinking they look cool. Before you decide to go under the needle to get that ink you have been thinking about, there are a couple of things you should consider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not an expert on the subject and it has been a while since I got my first tattoo, I decided to ask my tattoo artist, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianmasot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Christian Masot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, about what to do or not do before you tattoo. Christian, whose career spans over nine years, is an artist at “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silkcitytattoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Silk City Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” located in Hawthorne, NJ. I sat down with him in the shop recently for some “real talk”, while some Chinese sci-fi movie was playing in the background, and asked him to provide some advice for prospective first-timers before they get drilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of tattoo should I get?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;My suggestion would be to get a tattoo that you have looked at and liked for a while or something that you can’t stop thinking about. If it is your first tattoo, which is the hardest to get, you definitely don’t want to go with some random or a trendy piece. Trends can go out of style but your tattoo lasts forever. Most important piece of advice would be to trust your artist. Make suggestions but you should relax and try to be open some of the elements that your artist may have. If you work together you will end up with an amazing piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about the pain, will it hurt?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;It really depends on the area being tattooed and the person. The skin right above a bone usually tends to be a bit more painful than others. You can expect to feel a constant vibration making the sensation feel like a road rash or slight burn as opposed to a needle poking you over and over again. Everyone’s pain tolerance is different so I can’t say exactly what it will be like for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about cheaper amateur tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cheap tattoos aren’t always good and good tattoos aren’t always cheap. I would stay away from those twenty dollar tattoos in your buddy’s basement with Indian ink. Never go to anyone who isn’t a professional tattoo artist. Besides the chances of the inexperienced artist making a mistake, you run the risk of infection if he/she doesn’t use a disposable needle or sterilized equipment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about getting a tattoo after a night of drinking?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You should never drink before getting tattoo. The alcohol clouds your judgment and you may end up with a tattoo that you’ll regret (like the name of some ex). The alcohol also acts as a blood thinner and can lead to excessive bleeding during your session and affecting the way your tattoo heals. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about aftercare for the summer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;There are a few things you may want to think about before enjoy the summer with your tattoos. Sun and water can be harmful to a fresh tattoo. If you want your investment to last, you have to take care of your ink.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely avoid swimming in the pool, ocean or soaking in a bathtub, jacuzzi or hot tub for at least two weeks after getting your tattoo. The healing process needs to take its course before you have any prolonged water exposure. Soaking a new tattoo in water will loosen that protective layer that is formed during the healing process and you'll most likely be watching your art and investment go right down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Sun exposure should be avoided or at least kept to a minimum for a good two weeks after the tattoo is done. Sun can burn a fresh tattoo pretty quickly because the skin is exposed and the ointment that you're using to cover the tattoo will act as a catalyst for burning the skin even quicker than normal.&lt;br /&gt;Once the tattoo is healed you MUST use sunblock on the area. Make sure that the tattoo is fully healed before using sunblock. It can cause major damage if you apply it before the tattoo is completely healed. If you're thinking ... 'But I don’t want a big white line around my tattoo from the sunblock’, try these options. Smaller tattoos are easier to cover because sometimes you can get away with just putting a band-aid or sticker over them to block the exposure. With larger tattoos, trace the outline the tattoo with high SPF chapstick or specialized tattoo SPF stick and then you have the option to fill in the rest of the area with a strong sunblock (at least 30) or with the same stick you used to outline. Just remember that the ink you have is an investment that should be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.silkcitytattoo.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.silkcitytattoo.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-5095500677424625314?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/5095500677424625314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=5095500677424625314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5095500677424625314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/5095500677424625314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-ink.html' title='Summer Ink?'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SIC1nWf_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/145eGPeUUMI/s72-c/beach_tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101308419341991099.post-7204107473518399095</id><published>2008-07-17T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:07:58.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning there was Jack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SH-Kuz_76TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9gOxWFE8KKc/s1600-h/rabbithole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224046629610055986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SH-Kuz_76TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9gOxWFE8KKc/s320/rabbithole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jack had a groove, and from this groove came the groove of all grooves... Thats just a bit of oldschool house music for the house-heads out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only the beginning. I don't even know what to expect at this point. I have always thought about a bunch of topics, but never had a forum to express them... till now. This blog will cover who I'm feeling (or not feeling) musically right now, photography, art, politics (kept to a minimum), visual culture, current events and the like, or even personal reflections. So fasten your seatbelts and lets see where this ride takes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down the rabbithole we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101308419341991099-7204107473518399095?l=nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/feeds/7204107473518399095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101308419341991099&amp;postID=7204107473518399095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7204107473518399095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101308419341991099/posts/default/7204107473518399095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnal-notions.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-beginning-there-was-jack.html' title='In the beginning there was Jack...'/><author><name>NN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16756126890136796058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SzI2VK8Yg4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9R38pVuyjVQ/S220/Rain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ZxlLjos3Vk/SH-Kuz_76TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9gOxWFE8KKc/s72-c/rabbithole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
