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I’ve a confession to make. I’m obsessed with design. Interior design. Architecture. Renovations. The feel of fabric, the visual layers of patterns contrasting with fiber and wood, brick and fireplace or stone counter and tile.

This blog has been quiet lately because I’m in the midst of trying to re-invent something. Being visual, I enjoy photography, design and the work behind making a home – specifically -home – something to behold as sanctuary.

Is there anyone out there who loves design? Loves to re-create their living experience to make it a warm, nesting experience that fulfills all functional needs and utilizes space with style?

I’m off to think of a new venture. Maybe it’s this.

 


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‘Downward Dog’ cancelled by ABC, but the dog days aren’t over yet

Okay – I hope this thing is on, because I’ve taken a break from blogging for a while. Hopefully, you’ll notice this. It’s a plea to keep a lovely show on the air – or show enough momentum to get it back on the air somewhere else (like Netflix, Hulu originals, Amazon….etc. Please watch the show and tweet a little about it! Please?

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Many news outlets are reporting how ABC’s endearing new series, ‘Downward Dog,’ has been “put to sleep” by the alphabet network. Well, this is not one of those lamenting, defeatist, and depressing articles. We still have hope that ‘Downward Dog’ can find a new home. If you don’t believe me, then take the creators’ word for it.

As news of the cancellation broke, Samm Hodges took to Twitter to release the following statement:

Co-creators, Hodges and Michael Killen, are “committed to finding a new home” for ‘Downward Dog.’ Do you know what means? That’s right, it’s time to launch a #MoreDD campaign.

If you’re familiar with the #MoreGalavant campaign, then you’ll know the drill… Keep checking this page for updates as targeted networks and advertisers may change.

Phase…

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‘The Devil’s Radio’ Shows Why Silence is Better

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Found on Google Search. Apologies for not crediting, but I couldn’t find who did this picture.

The Devil’s Radio – by George Harrison

Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip

I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devil’s radio

I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin’ filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devil’s radio

Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah

He’s in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he don’t know
On the devil’s radio

He’s in your TV set
Won’t give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devil’s radio

Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(Oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(Gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip

It’s white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I don’t hang out much
I wonder how you can’t see

He’s in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
It’s everywhere that you may go
The devil’s radio

Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah

Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an Eskimo igloo

It’s all across our lives
Like a weed it’s spread
’till nothing else has space to grow
The devil’s radio

Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devil’s radio

oh yeah
(Gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on the secret wireless
Gossip, oh yeah You know the devil’s radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip

Written by George Harrison • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, The Bicycle Music Company, Peermusic Publishing


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The Current State of Things, By Bob Dylan 1974

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Idiot wind
Blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I can’t feel you anymore
I can’t even touch the books you’ve read
Every time I crawl past your door
I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin’ glory
I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I’m finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the borderline which separated you from me
You’ll never know the hurt I suffered
Nor the pain I rise above,
And they’ll never know the same about you
Your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry
Idiot wind
Blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind
Blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We’re idiots, babe
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves