Andrew Bird - "A Nervous Tic Motion..." - Live at Bonnaroo

Gregory Alan Isakov - Before the Sun (Official Lyric Video)

Gregory Alan Isakov - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)

Elle King ft. Sierra Ferrell "White Lightning" | THE TOMBOY SESSIONS

Milly Raccoon - Marijuana in the Morning

A Portended Vision of a Violent Collision - Pond and the Hamblen County, Tennesee School Board Being Made to Awaken

I envision the entire Hamblen County School Board having their eyelids pulled back like Alex DeLarge in A Clockwork Orange and made to watch this for hours. https://1drv.ms/w/c/5701497d61acfce0/Ee0nDPwFhmxAtbS1IY1Og0IBCJZ105usuc_gWiLLZFlzcg?e=cgWv75

The Red Shoes

Embedded in this, one of the best films ever, is the Red Shoes Ballet, and should truly be appreciated when filtered through psilocybic contact lenses and tempanic membranes on a wide screen with Dolby.

The Night of the Hunter (1955) - A Brilliant Film Classic

The screeplay was written by none-other than Knoxville's James Agee. This thing should be mandatory viewing for all divinity students, wannabe preachers, and church congregants. While this is loosely based upon the crimes of Harry Powers, "a Dutch-born serial killer," who lured women through "lonley hearts club" advertisements from the early 20th century, progenetors of sites like Match.com and eharmony. Powers would then murder them for their money. James Agee'smuted screenplay from these events, formed the basis for the film, directed by Charles Laughton. At the time I was watching this, bearing in mind that I live in Appalachia where preachers are rarely second-guessed by their ignorant congregants, I thought that this was the best film I've ever seen. I still do. The Night of the Hunter is absolutely dark, Gothic, honest, and purely wonderful.

Thelonious Monk - Underground (1968) (Full Album)

Cliff Cash - How I Found Joy Becoming Spiritually Un-f*ckwithable

Rocks

Malformed Deformed Daffodils, Spring 2025

I've seen several of these malformed daffodils, all wadded up in perversion of form this Spring in the field behind my home. There's something worrysome about this. See, I know these flowers. The subterranian bulbs squeeze up these flowers every Spring in roughly the same form and in the same spots in the field. Heretofore the daffodils have been traditional every single year, for decades. So these are alarming in some respects, yet might have a reasonable scientific etiology. A house used to sit, many decades ago, on this piece of land.