Name:Caleb Graham Country:United States State:Pennsylvania Metro:Elverson Gender:Male
Interests:Theology, Etch-A-Sketches, herbal medicine, composers: Sergei Rachmaninov, Sergei Prokofiev, George Fredrick Handel, Johann Sebastian Bach, Edvard Greig, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Frederic Chopin, composition, Latin, people, escatology, Kung Fu, and music: The Beatles, Bright Eyes, The Postal Service, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, The White Stripes, Bob Dylan, Beck, Air, Elliott Smith, Cake, Weezer, Sufjan Stevens, David Bowie, Death Cab For Cutie, Modest Mouse, Ben Folds Five, The Strokes, Wilco, Johnny Cash, Jeff Buckley, The Desparcidos, Iron & Wine, Nick drake, John Lennon, Jon Brion, Mark Mothersbaugh, Broken Social Scene, New Order, Cut Copy, Franz Ferdinand, The New Pornographers, Elvis Presley, Duke Ellington, The Kinks, The Clash, The Who, Jose Gonzalez, John Vanderslice, Fiona Apple, Wolf Parade, Stephen Mlakmus, The Strokes, Sondre Leche, Denison Witmer, M. Ward.
Playing piano, guitar and the banjo. Expertise:The Etch-A-Sketch Occupation:Student
This sweet piece is the music video of LCD Soundsystem's song Tribulations (from their first album). I highly suggest checking LCDS out, their newest album, Sound of Silver, is definitely worth a listen...or perhaps a few hundred listens.
The rock was there
when we first moved into our log cabin in a wooded and rocky spot just outside
of St. Peters Village.
The gray igneous head still poked above the surface of our backyard when our
youngest began to walk, but besides the kids complaining about a stubbed toe
from time to time it had never caused much trouble. However, after my wife
asked what I thought about a patio, the rock would play its intrusive role
well.
The patio was to
be made of flagstone; a patio 12 feet wide and 8 feet long. The 12 feet of
stone runs along the house and the 8 feet runs out into the yard. I began
excavating on a hot June Saturday. Once I reached the rock, which sits around 6
feet from the house, I noticed it might be a problem. As I dug 4 inches down I
realized that this rock was only the tip of a petrified ice-berg. Digging all
around it I hoped its grainy body would thin; yet it only widened, promising to
be inconclusive. There was no way I was going to move the rock out of its long
held resting place, so I filled the trench I had dug around the rock with dirt,
fuming with each shovelful. My next notion was to chip the top of the rock off,
it only stood around 1 ½ foot above the ground. However, after about an hour
and a half of chipping at the rock and cursing it, I gave up. I leveled the
sand and laid the grey flagstone around the granite mutineer.
Now it pokes like
a rebel from among the conformed rocks surrounding it. “Screw you and your stupid
patio” it says in its unpalatable and stony voice. Yet, I’ve grown to like it.
Every time one of our guests stubs his toe on the insurgent peak, I grin, apologize,
and explain.
