"Rave On Buddy Holly"

Buddy Holly is always at the top of my playlist, and while the list of muscians gone too soon is much longer, Jim Croce and Harry Chapin are 2 others I listen to frequently.

tuneage:

I love Buddy Holly’s music. His music is simple, charming, innocent, light-hearted, and a litany of other adjectives that all add up to “great”. As a tribute, the Concord Music Group has put together a collection of covers that do what so many of these albums fail to do: pay proper homage to the artist without simply parroting the original records.

The line-up on the album is an impressive list of artists that includes The Black Keys, Modest Mouse, Julian Casablancas, Paul McCartney, and more, but if you ask me, the album is worth listening to for Patti Smith’s cover of “Words of Love” alone. It’s just fantastic.

The album is being released by Fantasy/Concord on June 28th. Do yourself a favor and buy it; I will be.

(Note: the link above is to a SoundCloud page where you can listen to the entire album. If SoundCloud isn’t your bag, NPR is also streaming the entire thing. Whichever you choose, I won’t judge, just listen to it.)

(Reblogged from tuneage)

I couldn’t resist reblogging this.

toptumbles:

One Happy Dog

(Reblogged from toptumbles)

Maintain Your Mental Well-Being - David Rock - Harvard Business Review

The seven essential mental activities are:

Focus Time. When we closely focus on tasks in a goal-oriented way, taking on challenges that make deep connections in the brain.

Play Time. When we allow ourselves to be spontaneous or creative, playfully enjoying novel experiences, which helps make new connections in the brain.

Connecting Time. When we connect with other people, ideally in person, or take time to appreciate our connection to the natural world around us, richly activating the brain’s relational circuitry.

Physical Time. When we move our bodies, aerobically if medically possible, which strengthens the brain in many ways.

Time In. When we quietly reflect internally, focusing on sensations, images, feelings and thoughts, helping to better integrate the brain.

Down Time. When we are non-focused, without any specific goal, and let our mind wander or simply relax, which helps the brain recharge.

Sleep Time. When we give the brain the rest it needs to consolidate learning and recover from the experiences of the day.

macdiva: Worlds passed through her camera. Veiled women in the Middle East. The Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan in Texas, on a macramé chair cover. A street barber in 1960s Afghanistan. Political prisoners in Soviet psychiatric hospitals. Mothers and children the world over, from Cuba to New Jersey to the deepest Chinese countryside. She took peyote with the Navajo and photographed Vanessa Redgrave’s naked arse. She took pictures of Queen Elizabeth II, on the cusp of middle age, in turquoise beneath a rain-blanched sky. She shot Paul Newman, at an acting class – white socks and T-shirt, loafered feet on a chair, intense gaze. If these sound like clichés of colour supplement reportage, that’s because she was one of those who invented those clichés (Quote via Professional Photographer: Eve Arnold Profile Photo via tout ceci est magnifique: Mangano @ MOMA) Her images captured the moment. They are more than just pictures or portraits. Photography becomes art when images preserve or maybe transcend the specific moment in time by allowing those not present to be participants. View high resolution

macdiva:

Worlds passed through her camera. Veiled women in the Middle East. The Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan in Texas, on a macramé chair cover. A street barber in 1960s Afghanistan. Political prisoners in Soviet psychiatric hospitals. Mothers and children the world over, from Cuba to New Jersey to the deepest Chinese countryside. She took peyote with the Navajo and photographed Vanessa Redgrave’s naked arse. She took pictures of Queen Elizabeth II, on the cusp of middle age, in turquoise beneath a rain-blanched sky. She shot Paul Newman, at an acting class – white socks and T-shirt, loafered feet on a chair, intense gaze.
If these sound like clichés of colour supplement reportage, that’s because she was one of those who invented those clichés

(Quote via Professional Photographer: Eve Arnold Profile
Photo via tout ceci est magnifique: Mangano @ MOMA)

Her images captured the moment. They are more than just pictures or portraits. Photography becomes art when images preserve or maybe transcend the specific moment in time by allowing those not present to be participants.

(Reblogged from nprradiopictures)

Urban Information Networks, Part 1: The Invisible Rendered Visible

smarterplanet:

By Colin Harrison
IBM Distinguished Engineer

This is the first of three posts that explore the concept of urban information networks, that is, the flows of information in cities about…

Will be interested in the subsequent posts and relevance for accountable care organizations (ACOs) which will be responsible for the health of defined populations; an example of the potential relevance is the opportunity to predict service demand based on patients’ behavior.

(Reblogged from smarterplanet)
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Increasingly, academic medical centers are joining elite hospitals in mounting national ad campaigns. Their goals include attracting faculty and students — and more patients. But the results of the marketing campaigns are hard to measure, analysts say.
http://www.npr.org/2012/01/04/144622719/in-tight-times-medical-schools-market-themselves?ft=1&f=3&sci=17
toptumbles: Healthcare in the U.S.

toptumbles:

Healthcare in the U.S.

(Reblogged from toptumbles)
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The good news is, if you have a talent, the world wants it, and it has never been so easy to show your talent to the world.

The bad news is, espe­cially for us fat & lazy Ame­ri­cans, is that the great, century-long era of Prosperity-on-Autopilot  is over.

The world still wants serious talent. And it still wants peo­ple doing the grunt work: pushing mops, dig­ging ditches, wai­ting tables, ans­we­ring pho­nes, flip­ping bur­gers etc..

It’s the peo­ple in the middle that nobody knows what to do with any­more. And the poli­ti­cians who claim that they do, are lying.

It’s pro­bably too late for my gene­ra­tion, that ship has already sai­led. But for the kids out there rea­ding this, who are just star­ting out?

Learn how to work hard, work long hours. Find something you love, and then excel at it. Above all else, learn how to create, learn how to invent. That’s your only hope, really.

Like I said, no more Autopilot.

The Era of Prosperity-on-Autopilot is over

But this is not necessarily bad. We must be passionate in our pursuits. If not pas­sio­nate the lack of authen­ti­city is rea­dily appa­rent to the obser­vant. Even pas­sio­nate cura­tion adds value

Creative Something: What makes you different.

Ready, Go, Set or Ready, Fire, Aim.

By acting we learn and can correct our course. When we tread water we have no course.

creativesomething:

Doing nothing is easy. It always has been.

Sitting down to turn on the TV, procrastinating at work, taking a longer break than you really need, spending a day trying to find the “perfect” pen, handing a task off to somebody else, putting off opening that book until tomorrow, anybody can do…

(Reblogged from creativesomething)

Today, we said good-bye to a dear friend, Gingerbelle.

As dachshunds go, she wasn’t the prettiest. Her nose wasn’t long enough and her legs were too short — even for a dachshund’s — but her temperament defined the best of the breed:

  • Stubborn, but not to a fault, only enough to give her a personality and let you know who was the boss.
  • Intelligent, knowing just how long she could show her stubbornness and still stay on your good side.
  • Aggressive Hunter and Digger, just ask my in-laws’ gardener and their chipmunks.
  • Active, chased her ball until you hid it and then would find it and ask you to throw it “one” more time.
  • Loving, affectionately demanding to nestle lengthwise in the crook of your crossed legs when ever you stretched them out on an ottoman.

She was part of our family for more than 14 years.

We miss you dear Gingerbelle.