I realized I had no post for this on my blog, so I figured I’d add it. I made it a while back, and it’s a little rough in places, but I’m still pretty happy with the way it came out.
In each of these locations we install a [murmur] sign with a telephone number on it that anyone can call with a mobile phone to listen to that story while standing in that exact spot, and engaging in the physical experience of being right where the story takes place…. We know about the skyscrapers, sports stadiums and landmarks, but [murmur] looks for the intimate, neighbourhood-level voices that tell the day-to-day stories that make up a city.
And there were a couple of responses that succeeded in getting me thinking about more than just why I was asking the question in the first place, which I don’t find so interesting.
…My professor distilled my question in an interesting way, she said I was basically trying to figure out, “How a nice guy like you listens to such violent, angry music.”
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Enjoy.
Mongolia, land of the clear blue sky, transforms at night; her blue skies fade to reveal the blackness of empty space, punctuated by the glow of distant stars .
P.s. I really do not like Voicethread.
The original poem .
Timelessness embodied in its chests, The malchins’ mournful voice serenades his herd; A wood-framed home in a woodless land.
Ode to Pepto O Pepto, how gracious thou art Calming the stomach’s sea Thy fair complexion glows as a rose in Spring Thy taste, as sweet as the finest chalk.
