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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160</id><updated>2009-11-13T09:34:20.454-05:00</updated><title type="text">unicorn meat</title><subtitle type="html">Unicornmeat - Kara's Music Blog</subtitle><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/atom.xml" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/unicornmeat/buHX" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>unicornmeat/buHX</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-674940182146550845</id><published>2009-11-10T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:10:00.290-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry" /><title type="text">on jewelry in photos</title><content type="html">One thing that I like to imagine is fancy photoshoots with my jewelry.  &lt;br /&gt;When I take classes, the creative process is driven by an art jewelry aestetic, encouraging creative design.  But that doesn't work so well for me.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like fashion jewelry.  I like a lot of jewelry from J Crew.  I love contrived editorials in magazines.  I collect inspiring photos in a scrapbook and from that I draw ideas for jewelry.  I think about clothing and settings and I try to envision where my jewelry would be fitting.  I sometimes think about jewelry, inspired by other ideas for complimentary clothing and styles that I won't make the effort to create.  So I focus on the jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;In the course of my fashion magazine perusal, I've been drawn to photos that really showcase the jewelry.  My favorite magazine for this is Zink.  I don't know what I'd do without Zink.  Almost every issue has an editorial that's heavy on the jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4084379144/" title="zinkoct09 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/4084379144_a143862ece_m.jpg" width="179" height="240" alt="zinkoct09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one's on the corny side but I selected it because unlike the other photos I have here, it features a touch of color.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4083612147/" title="zinkoct09 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4083612147_3aafa2d972_m.jpg" width="175" height="240" alt="zinkoct09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4085849205/" title="scrapbook2 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/4085849205_f4884e7981_m.jpg" width="149" height="240" alt="scrapbook2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4085849193/" title="scrapbook1 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4085849193_71cae8f5a6_m.jpg" width="92" height="240" alt="scrapbook1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4085824675/" title="zinksept09 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4085824675_2cdc6a0efa_m.jpg" width="174" height="240" alt="zinksept09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4083615189/" title="zinkoct09 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/4083615189_59053d0854_m.jpg" width="168" height="240" alt="zinkoct09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love necklaces and boobs.  Or jewelry on nudes, in general.  As you can see, Zink is big on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4084386966/" title="voguesept09 - ad by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/4084386966_a4473335ae_m.jpg" width="165" height="240" alt="voguesept09 - ad" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4085849215/" title="scrapbookad by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4085849215_18846e0c75_m.jpg" width="167" height="240" alt="scrapbookad" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these ads, the jewelry is well displayed.  Too bad it's not that cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4085824687/" title="teenvogue by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/4085824687_050a6002cb_m.jpg" width="171" height="240" alt="teenvogue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4085849221/" title="teenvogueolsentwin by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4085849221_b805355fa1_m.jpg" width="165" height="240" alt="teenvogueolsentwin" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4087840638/" title="scrapbook5 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4087840638_c05b28227c_m.jpg" width="181" height="240" alt="scrapbook5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4087840630/" title="scrapbook3 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4087840630_cc5d5520f7_m.jpg" width="99" height="240" alt="scrapbook3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/4087840636/" title="scrapbook4 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4087840636_59fd8d1241_m.jpg" width="240" height="218" alt="scrapbook4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to see photos where jewelry is well integrated with clothing and yet entirely noticeable.  Some of these are actually from Teen Vogue, which is my second-favorite american fashion magazine.  Unfortunately I cropped some of them before the "whole picture" was of interest to me.&lt;br /&gt;The Zink photos are great, but too consistently they leave out color.  Searching the internet for "jewelry editorial" turns up lots of results from this epic shoot from "Flair" magazine (Italy, I believe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/3774097217_8db6b01a3a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3774902370_656b15a453_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/3774902000_004fc2b65c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/3774902224_12533996ae_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kind of effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-674940182146550845?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/674940182146550845/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=674940182146550845" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/674940182146550845" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/674940182146550845" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/11/on-jewelry-in-photos.html" title="on jewelry in photos" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-2565118022860746858</id><published>2009-11-05T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:47:03.134-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="country" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="displacement" /><title type="text">A Bama</title><content type="html">Lately, this has been my favorite song about a place.  As I've listened to it repeatedly, I've found it more and more moving.&lt;br /&gt;At first I found the harmony pleasing.  I realized the song is just the same thing.. over and over.  A song like that has to be special.  See also:  Carter Family.  Just the same pretty thing over and over.&lt;br /&gt;I thought "I could sing this as 'West Virginia' instead of 'Alabama."  I was wrong.  I'm not sure if West Virginia has all the same crops and the same scenes mentioned in this song, but even if it does, this song deserves to be kept intact.&lt;br /&gt;The Bailey brothers are actually from Tennessee.  This song was recorded many times by Alabama natives the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louvin_Brothers"&gt;Louvin Brothers&lt;/a&gt;.  Everything seems to point towards Charlie Louvin as the originator of this song.. but it seems like the Bailey Brothers recorded this in the early 50s at the latest, and the Louvin Brothers years later.  Maybe not, I dunno.  Anyway I like the Bailey Brothers more.  Their music is more old timey.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics amount to one the most passionate odes to a homeland that I can think of.  Very descriptive and sentimental.  Without the usual bitter lament of moving to a big city and wasting time.  This song makes me want to go to the beautiful places that I love, up in the woods and all around the Appalacians.  The leaves are turning colors right now.  There's not enough trees in the city to appreciate them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;The Bailey Brothers&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/alabama.mp3"&gt;Alabama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS One last thing.. WHAT IS "CERISA"??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-2565118022860746858?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/2565118022860746858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=2565118022860746858" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/2565118022860746858" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/2565118022860746858" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/11/bama.html" title="A Bama" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-4074613690823985520</id><published>2009-11-02T21:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:48:35.662-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.chicagotribune.com/media/photo/2009-08/48924897.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Real-Wizard-Oz-Times-Frank/dp/1592404499"&gt;The Real Wizard of Oz: The Life and Times of L. Frank Baum&lt;br /&gt;by Rebecca Loncraine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book drove me nuts, but it was ultimately somewhat enjoyable.  As the title states, this is a life &lt;i&gt;and times&lt;/i&gt; book.  My main gripe was the way the "times" were tied into the story.&lt;br /&gt;She's like: "[Baum] might have went to" this thing.  Or: "might have" seen this story in the news.  "Must have" thought ____.  &lt;br /&gt;I hated the constant speculation about what he might have done.  I'm no &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Louise-Brooks-Biography-Barry-Paris/dp/0816637814/"&gt;Barry Paris&lt;/a&gt; but I believe there has to be a better way to get that idea across without sounding so goofy.  Regarding a road that Baum saw as a child, which was made out of hemlock: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;"However, the planks became worn.... and the old planks frequently had to be replaced.  Fresh hemlock is a liight yellowish color... the famous Plank Road would have curved, like a yellow band, through the countryside."&lt;/font&gt;  REALLY?  OK WOW IT'S GREAT TO KNOW ONE TIME WHEN HE WAS A KID HE MIGHT HAVE SEEN A ROAD THAT WAS SORT OF YELLOW SHERLOCK LONCRAINE.&lt;br /&gt;Despite these glaring flaws, I was satisfied by my reading experience, because I had never read a book about Baum's personality and the chronology of his writing career.  I didn't find this book a chore to read - in other words a child would enjoy it, or a normal person could read it in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something nice to balance out my criticism.  The cover design is nice.  Red metallic ink.  The glimmer of ruby slippers on the big screen must have looked a lot like red metallic ink to the designer when the designer was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Baltimore:  If you want to read this or &lt;a href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/labels/books.html"&gt;any of the previous 3 books&lt;/a&gt; I "reviewed", I am giving them to &lt;a href="http://www.bookthing.org/"&gt;Book Thing&lt;/a&gt; or to you personally, so you can enjoy them for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-4074613690823985520?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/4074613690823985520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=4074613690823985520" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/4074613690823985520" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/4074613690823985520" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/11/real-wizard-of-oz-life-and-times-of-l.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-7987851642052187600</id><published>2009-10-28T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:47:58.892-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">Back to jewelry...&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be doing my first craft-fair type thing on December 5th, &lt;a href="http://handmademart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Handmade Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object3/1268/115/n73667858543_4593.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have some packaging and display considerations to be thinking about.. as well as having enough items to sell.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sharing a table with my pal &lt;a href="http://www.bendependent.com"&gt;Bendependent&lt;/a&gt; so hopefully I won't feel too awkward.  This stuff is old hat for him so that would be embarrassing.  I'm not exactly nervous but I am a socially awkward person and no kind of salesman so we'll see how I deal.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get some sales rolling so I can continue my hobby.&lt;br /&gt;I've made some photo-jewelry pictures from my beloved frogstyle frogs, and some victorian cigar labels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33263757#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2608/4044361283_397b290770_m.jpg" width="240" height="148" alt="100_2451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33264393#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2464/4045107022_b11d2aae54_m.jpg" width="240" height="188" alt="100_2448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and continue on with the rings and rhinestones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33261283#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4044361543_9eca7e2499_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33262944"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4052374877_d878a16531_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon with more music if my computer will let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-7987851642052187600?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/7987851642052187600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=7987851642052187600" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/7987851642052187600" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/7987851642052187600" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/back-to-jewelry.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-8851328001510456621</id><published>2009-10-26T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:13:02.056-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glamorous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1930s" /><title type="text">7 songs</title><content type="html">I pulled this 10" 33 1/3 compilation out of a box of records I haven't looked at in a long time.  It reminds me of record shopping, and when I used to get really thrilled in record stores and seek them out in my travels.  I believe I got this at Rock &amp; Roll Collectibles in New Orleans but that's just a hunch.  The best thing about discovering old music was knowing nothing about it... I had no idea quite what I actually liked, so any venture to buy music would result in some random purchases.  Those times may be behind me, but this is the kind of record I get excited to find even still.  I'm sure it's not rare.  It's not really that great.  But it's got this.. essence.  It's a 10", so it resembles a 78.  It must have been promotional - it has a press clipping pasted onto the sleeve.  That's probably the clincher for me.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am turning it into a cluster of heartless mp3s.  As if it still has some value without the motion of setting a needle on it.  I left it nice and scratchy so we can pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Download:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?21cb4d2iazj"&gt;Curtain Call Series Volume 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene Deitrich - Ben Bernie - Libby Holman - George Jessel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="/music/img/curtaincall.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-8851328001510456621?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/8851328001510456621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=8851328001510456621" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8851328001510456621" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8851328001510456621" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/7-songs.html" title="7 songs" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-966323881916929503</id><published>2009-10-16T21:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:06:57.024-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baltimore" /><title type="text">Back, Back, Back to Baltimore</title><content type="html">This song appears to have no relation, other than title, to "&lt;a href="http://www.library.jhu.edu/collections/specialcollections/sheetmusic/musictours/baltimore/backbalt.html"&gt;Back, Back, Back to Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;" sang by &lt;a href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2006/09/every-little-bit.html"&gt;those racist vaudevillians&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/ByrenG.Harlan-151-160"&gt;Collins &amp; Harlan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'd seen that sheet music before and assumed that this recording would be my peek into it's questionable content.  I had already formulated thoughts in my head about the times when people decide it's appropriate to re-record racist songs, changing the lyrics to make it seem okay.  And whether a song is worthy of doing that.  That can be a post for another day, because I've got some examples.&lt;br /&gt;So..... Zeb Turner is some rockabilly guy, and apparently a local DJ here in Baltimore &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeb_Turner"&gt;(and DC)&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I guess this record is from the early 50s.  It's cool that he wasn't just some guy who was cised on the original "Back to Baltimore," but it leaves me with little to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="/music/img/zeb.gif" align ="left"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;Zeb Turner&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/zeb.mp3"&gt;Back, Back, Back to Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Records&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-966323881916929503?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/966323881916929503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=966323881916929503" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/966323881916929503" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/966323881916929503" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/back-back-back-to-baltimore.html" title="Back, Back, Back to Baltimore" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-6980796906180882169</id><published>2009-10-09T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:25:31.744-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="burlesque" /><title type="text">hey a burlesque thing</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3464608&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3464608&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3464608"&gt;Exotic World and the Burlesque Revival&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/exoticworld"&gt;Exotic World&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-6980796906180882169?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/6980796906180882169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=6980796906180882169" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/6980796906180882169" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/6980796906180882169" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/repost-co-laura-herbert-on-facebook.html" title="hey a burlesque thing" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-8832952802082755601</id><published>2009-10-09T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:39:22.206-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">I've been trying to finish more items to list on etsy and so I haven't sat down to put any records into the computer lately.  I have been listening to a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/pissed_jeans"&gt;Pissed Jeans&lt;/a&gt; "King of Jeans."  That inspired me to put together a jewelry-working/driving playlist including some &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:g9fwxqe5ld0e"&gt;Surgery&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.trouserpress.com/entry.php?a=slug"&gt;Slug&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eyehategod"&gt;Eyehategod&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.trouserpress.com/entry.php?a=drunks_with_guns"&gt;Drunks With Guns&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the complete opposite of the spectrum, when I'm walking to and from work or the grocery store I am still listening to &lt;a href="http://www.ilovemetric.com/"&gt;Metric&lt;/a&gt;'s Fantasies.  I pick a song and listen to it for a few days then start feeling another song and so on.&lt;br /&gt;There are times to put on background music and there are times to listen to songs.  My mom used to get irritated with my dad's repetition of particular songs.  I think she associated it with the irritating way the radio forcefeeds pop songs to the public, and perhaps with the airheaded pop music zombies that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progressive_bluegrass"&gt;she detested&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to agree with her about the shallowness of song repetition, but before long I couldn't help myself.  Whenever I was home alone I'd have my stack of records ready, waiting for my family to pull out of the driveway so I could queue up my current favorites.  The knees of my jeans always became worn out due to kneeling on the floor and scooting around to gather my music.  The holes created from doing that were never in the spot where cool people cut their jeans.  My holes appeared lower than that, so I could never really play off my holey jeans.&lt;br /&gt;When I am repeating a song that I like - (or even just a part of a song that I like), I am hearing the different parts.  I'm memorizing the structure and I am homing in on whatever it is that made an impression on me.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ponder what it means to like a particular band/musician/group/whatever.  Am I a fan of ___ or do I just like some of their songs?  Sometimes one, sometimes the other, sometimes both.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I'm going to go see &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wyeoak"&gt;Wye Oak&lt;/a&gt; this weekend and Eyehategod in a few weeks so you know.. music music I still care about it a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a heat box to cure my resin, since I've finally got some professional grade stuff to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3988536403/" title="100_2311 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/3988536403_0627621371_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_2311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it a few times with Easycast anyway, and it made things cure up faster but with more bubbles.  I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3989290836/" title="100_2313 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/3989290836_66c85047cf_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_2313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it did help harden a piece that I may have mixed poorly or put too much pigment in.  It came out of the mold kind of bendy and bad for filing/finishing but it came out of the heat box ready to get sanded up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3989290360/" title="100_2317 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3989290360_7c403aafcd_m.jpg" width="217" height="240" alt="100_2317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a Christmas ring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3989316454/" title="100_2320 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3989316454_8244a07e7f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_2320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on more picture jewelry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3988537199/" title="100_2321 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3988537199_b7f55f0248_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_2321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a stupid potpurri candle warmer because I think I can use it for creating/duplicating my wax models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3988535839/" title="100_2312 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3446/3988535839_88ab5edc9d_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="100_2312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some other pieces to finish but I'm basically fixated on my rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3966770747/" title="peachy by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3966770747_77003d34a3_m.jpg" width="240" height="219" alt="peachy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3968401767/" title="aces side by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/3968401767_aa86ba016b_m.jpg" width="240" height="213" alt="aces side" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karamae/3967182266/" title="N90 by karamaex, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3967182266_ee81f85ec4_m.jpg" width="240" height="218" alt="N90" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karamae.etsy.com"&gt;those are the last three rings that I put on etsy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-8832952802082755601?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/8832952802082755601/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=8832952802082755601" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8832952802082755601" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8832952802082755601" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/ive-been-trying-to-finish-more-items-to.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-2730342992409440804</id><published>2009-10-07T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:00:05.443-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">I was happy to see that my favorite resin artisan, &lt;a href="http://www.jasminescott.net/"&gt;Jasmine Scott&lt;/a&gt; has relisted her collection on etsy.  Not that I hadn't been checking her website, but having all my favorites in one place is convenient.&lt;br /&gt;I admire the jewelry and I envy the reputation she has rightfully earned.  (just look at the number of views on the items in her shop)&lt;br /&gt;Using my birthday as an excuse, I bought this ring in July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3986828831_029806ffde.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any flimsy excuse to order any more rings so I just admire from the computer monitor.&lt;br /&gt;I think these are the current rings that I covet the most, although my preference roves from day to day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=15083178"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.92542271.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=14748005"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.64222726.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=20436335"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.55260491.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6165253"&gt;More Jasmine Scott on Etsy..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-2730342992409440804?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/2730342992409440804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=2730342992409440804" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/2730342992409440804" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/2730342992409440804" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/i-was-happy-to-see-that-my-favorite.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-2719934960603081417</id><published>2009-10-06T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:59:02.669-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glamorous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop music" /><title type="text">lady gaga if I may</title><content type="html">I don't think I've expressed my love for Lady Gaga on unicornmeat, so I thought I would make it known.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a fun pop song, and some of her songs are decent or have good parts in them.&lt;br /&gt;But anyone who may know about my past obsession with burlesque costumery, fetish wear, glitter, wigs, lace and high heels could surmise that I'd be all over this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/v/vma_09/gaga_looks/gaga_vma09_looks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dlisted.com/files/ladycacabubbles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amplified beauty to the point of ugliness and back again.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for existing Lady Gaga and please stick around and don't do anything too stupid for me to keep liking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2Lesgkbf0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2Lesgkbf0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-8846942787818946157</id><published>2009-10-04T21:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:51:30.046-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baltimore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="history" /><title type="text">Baltimore &amp; Ohio employess shout it out with glee.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baltimore_and_Ohio_Railroad"&gt;The B &amp; O Railroad&lt;/a&gt;.  If you have any interest in such things, I encourage you to read the wikipedia, because I really can't pick out the fun facts to include here, let alone facts relevant to the song/glee club.&lt;br /&gt;The Baltimore &amp; Ohio Railroad employees' Glee Club is referenced a lot in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Progressive-Management-Historical-Perspectives-Enterprise/dp/0814205526"&gt;this book on corporate management&lt;/a&gt;, of all things.  It looks like it could be an interesting book.. I at least find the preface engaging.  However an amazon reviewer condescendingly notes:&lt;i&gt; "A word of warning as stated by the author in his preface: This is NOT a "choo-choo" book!...... This is a MUST READ for all those in corporate venues who want to get ahead."&lt;/i&gt;  Uh okay guy.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, it appears that the B&amp;O Glee club formed during the mid-twenties, was successful in glee club competitions (perhaps in part due to the "selected non-employees" that had been added?), had a record on Decca in 1945 and this self-released record from.. also the 40s?&lt;br /&gt;The song is kind of fun, not to mention the wanton self-references to B&amp;O, and Baltimore, and Ohio.  That's how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who recorded this record is someone special, so if you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to get intense on reading about some 78s, &lt;a href="http://www.mainspringpress.com/marsh.html"&gt;check out this page on Orlando Marsh&lt;/a&gt;.  And even better, &lt;a href="http://www.mainspringpress.com/marsh_electric.html"&gt;this one.&lt;/a&gt;  Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="/music/img/bando.gif" align ="left"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;The Baltimore &amp; Ohio Glee Club&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/bando.mp3"&gt;Casey's ghost Comes Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year: ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-8846942787818946157?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/8846942787818946157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=8846942787818946157" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8846942787818946157" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8846942787818946157" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/baltimore-ohio-employess-shout-it-out.html" title="Baltimore &amp; Ohio employess shout it out with glee." /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-2622498007654071489</id><published>2009-10-02T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:48:06.763-04:00</updated><title type="text">email subscription to unicornmeat..</title><content type="html">I added this thing on here.  I guess it emails you when I post stuff.. if you don't like to use rss readers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:3px;text-align:center;" action="http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify" method="post" target="popupwindow" onsubmit="window.open('http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=unicornmeat/buHX', 'popupwindow', 'scrollbars=yes,width=550,height=520');return true"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter your email address:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="text" style="width:140px" name="email"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="unicornmeat/buHX" name="uri"/&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="loc" value="en_US"/&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Subscribe" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Delivered by &lt;a href="http://feedburner.google.com" target="_blank"&gt;FeedBurner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-2622498007654071489?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/2622498007654071489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=2622498007654071489" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/2622498007654071489" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/2622498007654071489" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/email-subscription-to-unicornmeat.html" title="email subscription to unicornmeat.." /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-9083152375807151641</id><published>2009-10-02T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:26:36.409-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.jacquelinewinspear.com/images/messenger_ppbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger of Truth:  A Masie Dobbs Novel&lt;br /&gt;by Jacqueline Winspear&lt;br /&gt;As murder mysteries go, this was a lot better than &lt;a href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/more-recent-reads.html"&gt;Sunset and Sawdust&lt;/a&gt;.  It had some serious flaws, such as an ending that comes out of nowhere, but I kind of enjoyed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This book is the fourth in a "&lt;a href="http://www.jacquelinewinspear.com/books.htm"&gt;Masie Dobbs&lt;/a&gt;" series of detective novels.  As female crimefighters go, Masie has everything on "Sunset," probably because this book was written by a woman and not a gross old horny loser.  Like that other book, this takes place in the 1930s, but the setting is completely different.  Instead of Texas, this story happens in Merrie Olde England.&lt;br /&gt;An artist is murdered and Masie delves into the exciting art world, as well as encountering the high society that propagates and patronizes this art.  Masie and her assistant get bitter about the class divide, but ultimately some humanity of the entitled rich jerks touches her.&lt;br /&gt;It could be slow moving, and I don't know much about mysteries but I thought they were supposed to give the reader more clues so we can feel smart and try to crack the case.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd give it a 3 out of 5 but luckily I read it soon enough after that last 30s murder mystery to contrast this one in a pretty positive light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-9083152375807151641?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/9083152375807151641/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=9083152375807151641" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/9083152375807151641" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/9083152375807151641" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/10/messenger-of-truth-masie-dobbs-novel-by.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-8064752633699382443</id><published>2009-09-30T20:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:59:02.459-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="history" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vaudeville" /><title type="text">Eva Tanguay revisited</title><content type="html">This little gem on the eclectic &lt;a href="http://www.nonesuch.com/about"&gt;nonesuch&lt;/a&gt; label does what I dreamed of doing 25 years later - re-recording the signature songs of the most famous vaudeville ladies.&lt;br /&gt;I chose the first track, which appropriately is &lt;a href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2008/04/she-didint-care-before-it-was-cool.html"&gt;Eva Tanguay's "I Don't Care"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The musicians on this record, Joan Morris &amp; William Bolcom are apparently married and &lt;a href="http://bolcomandmorris.com"&gt;still going strong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they have a new CD out.. today (this is a complete coincidence with me pulling out this record).&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I found Morris' voice compelling.  For example when I listen to this song I've posted, I get the feeling that she &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; care. However, I am aware that I am prejudiced against these types of reenacting performers, probably because I'm jealous or have some high expectations.  &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am now interested in setting aside my attitude problem to give a fair listen to their new release.  The description of "&lt;a href="http://www.equilibri.com/recordings/rec_95.eq"&gt;Someone Talked&lt;/a&gt;:  Memories of World War II" declares that it was recorded/released &lt;i&gt;"pride and respect for those who sacrificed to preserve democracy during the turbulent years of World War II"&lt;/i&gt;, but the title suggests something more.  It is narrated by an NPR host. I'm sure he will shed some wry NPR light on the subject, so I can wrap my adult contemporary mind around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;Joan Morris &amp; William Bolcom&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/idontcare.mp3"&gt;I Don't Care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaudeville:  Songs of the Great Ladies of the Musical stage&lt;br /&gt;1976 Nonesuch Records&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="/music/img/nonesuch.jpg" align ="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1" color="#663366"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;sorry, this is the illustration on the record&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-8064752633699382443?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/8064752633699382443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=8064752633699382443" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8064752633699382443" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8064752633699382443" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/eva-tanguay-revisited.html" title="Eva Tanguay revisited" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-3639592568664428625</id><published>2009-09-29T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:30:00.783-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">I was trying to wait until I made a sale of my own before buying anything else on etsy but now I believe maybe the last copy of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=19784394#"&gt;Create Your Own Resin Jewelry by Kerry Wilkinson&lt;/a&gt; went and sold.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I don't think I need it to learn how to create resin jewelry.. I just have this collection of books on resin jewelry and I feel the need to keep it complete.&lt;br /&gt;I used to do the same thing with books about burlesque until there was just too many new ones.  Which is why I don't need the ebook.. I just want it on my bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;listing_id=21537909"&gt; this cute pendant&lt;/a&gt; made by the author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/3219275065_c0d6bf7dc8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I'm pretty much obsessed with resin jewelry, even more so now that all metalsmithing is on budgetary and time investment hold.  When I'm not working on it I want to be reading about it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it'd be fun to make a pdf zine with the same design concepts of &lt;a href="http://www.nylon11.com/"&gt;nylonzine&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.kittenmag.com/"&gt;kitten&lt;/a&gt; magazine, but I don't think I have the time to do that so I'm just going to add jewelry to the list of things I may write about on unicornmeat.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, despite no sale yet, I made a different purchase on etsy today.  This necklace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/3962664318_a58d6c3882_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5692492"&gt;I enjoy looking at the sellers' resin creations and dolls&lt;/a&gt;, but none of it had really been the style of jewelry that I might wear.  However, right now I'm really into the casino color scheme of red and black and gold.  So when I saw this piece I knew that I could finally make a purchase from her.&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it all up, I'll be making the occasional posts about jewelry that I admire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-3639592568664428625?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/3639592568664428625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=3639592568664428625" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3639592568664428625" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3639592568664428625" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/i-was-trying-to-wait-until-i-made-sale.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-873506888814253273</id><published>2009-09-28T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:20:15.619-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title type="text">more recent reads</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/258H/9780805061246.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other Side of Silence by John Loughery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished this book on "Men's Lives &amp; Gay Identities - A Twentieth-Century History."  It wasn't the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; book for my interests, but I did serendipitously find it for cheap at Daedalus books.  I'm slow at non-fiction so it took me forever to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to read more about gay life in the 20s and 30s.  This book had interviews that offered some insight.  But really, the book got most interesting in the 1960's, when everything gets all passionate and real.  I guess it just takes a really spectacular book to impart a sense of time and place for me, especially when I have very little "pre-concieved notions."  (I love that term)&lt;br /&gt;This book had some stuff that I ought to have known about so I'm glad I read it.  But I wouldn't recommend it to fellow jazz-age enthusiasts for depictions of that era.  &lt;br /&gt;Unrelatedly, I found it weird when a semi-scholarly book is using terms like "fucking and sucking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://elliottbooks.com/ebayimages/shSunandSawdust.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset and Sawdust by Joe R Lansdale&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I had this book sitting around for &lt;a href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt; well over a year&lt;/a&gt;.  Well maybe I can believe it.  It's some bargain bin book.  But I always need some period fiction to mix it up.&lt;br /&gt;I found this book to be kind of trashy, but not in a good way.  I really don't have much to say about this book actually.  A red-headed lady kills her abusive husband then takes on his position of sherrif which leaves her faux-empowered.  Lots of attempts at sexual tension and gritty reality of crappy people.&lt;br /&gt;They uncover this whole mystery-scandal stuff.  And then it kind of ends.  Oh also there's this one villain character who has some kind of split personality and talks to himself.  It's like some David Lynch business but doesn't achieve the mood of some Blue Velvet Frank shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;Overall I agree with this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sunset-Sawdust-Joe-R-Lansdale/product-reviews/0375414533/ref=cm_cr_dp_hist_1?ie=UTF8&amp;showViewpoints=0&amp;filterBy=addOneStar"&gt;amazon reviewer&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;i&gt;Landsdale's descriptive style is generally crass and rude. Why use just a word when a cuss word or vulgar word can be put in. For example, a dying man thinks, "Goddamn, taken from behind, that's not right, not me, I'm always ready, but goddamn, I feel it, a knife in my back, tight as a bull's dick in a chicken's ass". Such needless vulgarity cheapened the scene, which should have been moving, as well as making it unrealistic. The overusage of "pussy", "bitch" and "dick" and over-focus on sex and attractive women made this appear to the be the work of a hormonal teenager. &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;So don't read this.  Or do.. it's a quick read.  So if you do we can make fun of it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-873506888814253273?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/873506888814253273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=873506888814253273" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/873506888814253273" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/873506888814253273" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/more-recent-reads.html" title="more recent reads" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-4966598495869702642</id><published>2009-09-22T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:12:38.699-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baltimore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="country" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">So as I mentioned previously, I spent a little time in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly it was lame.  I don't gamble and it was 107 degrees out and I need to walk around to enjoy a place but I couldn't walk very far.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed looking at the landscapes between Vegas and Zion Canyon, and I listened to the Sons of The Pioneers and thought about how cool water aint so bad.  I have &lt;a href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2006/08/i-hate-water-too.html"&gt;never been fond of water&lt;/a&gt; but I guess if you're in such a crappy place and you find some cool water that has kind of an earthy flavor from seeping through rocks or whatever, and you're tired of breathing in dust and the smell of your gross horse, then water is pretty great. I guess now I understand why the Sons of the Pioneers are always all obsessed with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;The Sons of the Pioneers&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/coolwater.mp3"&gt;Cool Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;The Sons of the Pioneers&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/bellebaltimore.mp3"&gt;Belle of Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-4966598495869702642?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/4966598495869702642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=4966598495869702642" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/4966598495869702642" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/4966598495869702642" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/so-as-i-mentioned-previously-i-spent.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-7116042962056594388</id><published>2009-09-18T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:26:10.822-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">Man the one thing about always watching TV on DVDs is that I get this commentary in mind but it's like 2 years too late for anyone to care even if I did have something original to say.&lt;br /&gt;But man Gossip Girl.  I think these teens take it to new heights.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it's going to come to.  Higher heights of stupid sexy adulthood lived by teenagers.  Weird ideas of what love is all about and how people court and make friends and and forgive and interact.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some lesson to be learned here.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the lesson that I have bad taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-7116042962056594388?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/7116042962056594388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=7116042962056594388" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/7116042962056594388" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/7116042962056594388" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/man-one-thing-about-always-watching-tv.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-155062006107492108</id><published>2009-09-18T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:36:01.721-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baltimore" /><title type="text">WBA what the hell</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="/music/img/wbal.jpg" align ="left"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;???&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/WBAL.mp3"&gt;TOTEM TOM TOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This record smells great.  It smells like my grandparents basement full of old books and random treasures.  Such as the old 78 players that eventually became mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what this record is all about.  It is mint condition shiny 78rpm 12 inch.  The song name typed on the other side is "CHCIAGO" [sic?]  Good typing job there.&lt;br /&gt;Just this piano playing that sounds like the skill level of my elementary school music teacher.  No offense Mrs. whatever your name was.. &lt;br /&gt;I associate WBAL with baseball games on the radio.  And their call letter jingle, "double yoo bee eh elllll!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-155062006107492108?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/155062006107492108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=155062006107492108" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/155062006107492108" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/155062006107492108" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/wba-what-hell.html" title="WBA what the hell" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-3659777726781218006</id><published>2009-09-16T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:37:51.080-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry" /><title type="text">self promotion</title><content type="html">I put up a burlesque related bracelet just for old times sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31009823"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.90719856.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my stuff is like this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karamae.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com//il_75x75.85320967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com//il_75x75.87733039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com//il_75x75.85185376.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com//il_75x75.85319281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com//il_75x75.86366640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com//il_75x75.88568990.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com//iusb_760x100.6533100.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-3659777726781218006?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/3659777726781218006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=3659777726781218006" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3659777726781218006" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3659777726781218006" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/self-promotion.html" title="self promotion" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-7155807784871460975</id><published>2009-09-13T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:15:09.541-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baltimore" /><title type="text">WHFS top 50 of 1992</title><content type="html">&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/ngmlbg'&gt;I compiled this myself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest song to find was that "Beneath the Damage and the Dust" song.  I imagine that the guy who sang that is like the father on the Gossip Girl TV show and he talks about his hit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most of these songs remind me of riding around in a car.  I loved the radio.  I hope to compile 50-100 as well as the top 100 of 1994.. but it took some effort to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I ought to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiql.com/playlists/whfs_1992_pt_1/"&gt;I got the list from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-7155807784871460975?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/7155807784871460975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=7155807784871460975" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/7155807784871460975" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/7155807784871460975" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/whfs-top-50-of-1992.html" title="WHFS top 50 of 1992" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-3027902797207031891</id><published>2009-09-10T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:18:15.869-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baltimore" /><title type="text">Baltimore our Baltimore get the spirit</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="/music/img/baltimoreour.jpg" align ="left"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#663366"&gt;Baltimore Public Schools&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/music/mp3/ourbaltimore.mp3"&gt;Baltimore Our Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year: ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these high school students?  What year is this?  &lt;br /&gt;Look at this record - it's RED.  And translucent.&lt;br /&gt;My computer is soooo messed up that it is a true labor of love to do these songs.  And I don't love it enough to do it often.&lt;br /&gt;But for reasons I won't get into I have a few spare moments here so check it out, this lovely song.  You can play this at the Ravens games and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More music posts coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-3027902797207031891?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/3027902797207031891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=3027902797207031891" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3027902797207031891" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3027902797207031891" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/baltimore-our-baltimore-get-spirit.html" title="Baltimore our Baltimore get the spirit" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-1294798467294037723</id><published>2009-09-01T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:33:20.136-04:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">I haven't posted in awhile.  I have a few songs I'd like to post and write my thoughts about but I always forget when I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;The dog is great, life is ok.  I'm listing my &lt;a href="http://karamae.etsy.com"&gt;jewelry&lt;/a&gt; on etsy to make some money to make more jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Las Vegas and to Zion last week.  I listened to the Sons of the Pioneers and understood their worship of cool water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-1294798467294037723?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/1294798467294037723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=1294798467294037723" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/1294798467294037723" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/1294798467294037723" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/09/i-havent-posted-in-awhile.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-8927848012075184903</id><published>2009-07-09T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:01:43.601-04:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">In lieu of spending a lot of money collecting records, I mostly spend a lot of time collecting and organizing mp3s.  I have all these different itunes smart playlists so I can make my way through piles of music that I haven't heard.  A lot of it is stuff I don't even like and will never listen to again.. but I just always want to hear new things.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I spilled water on my keyboard and while blotting it up I accidentally deleted my shoegazey playlist.  I didn't notice until it was too late to do anything.  It took me a long time to think of all the possible things to add in there.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go to a previous version of my itunes library.&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is that it reset the play counts on all this crappy stuff I already listened to, so it's back on my unlistened new downloads playlist.  So now I'm driving around giving all this stuff a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;This is inconsequential but I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;I just like contemplating the different ways to enjoy music, and how they change over time.  When I was a child I'd start at the bottom of the radio dial and listen to one song on each channel.  It's sort of like that now except with free mp3s.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll think of a song, weeks after I've listened to it, and only then do I realize that I like and want to hear that song again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll hear a song and I know I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I listen to thousands of songs and forget who they're by and what they sound like, and they fade into the oblivion of my hard drive, probably forever.  This is what the digital age has allowed me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-8927848012075184903?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/8927848012075184903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=8927848012075184903" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8927848012075184903" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/8927848012075184903" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/07/in-lieu-of-spending-lot-of-money.html" title="" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698160.post-3332958313701866470</id><published>2009-06-29T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:02:03.705-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><title type="text">3 videos I enjoy</title><content type="html">I've realized I can search youtube for videos I used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBGDZzS4QWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBGDZzS4QWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcOsF4DNjBA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcOsF4DNjBA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_UlGPH4LG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_UlGPH4LG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6698160-3332958313701866470?l=www.unicornmeat.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/3332958313701866470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6698160&amp;postID=3332958313701866470" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3332958313701866470" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6698160/posts/default/3332958313701866470" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.unicornmeat.com/2009/06/3-videos-i-enjoy.html" title="3 videos I enjoy" /><author><name>Kara Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11045213204782398417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17220674009737113317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
