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SO… I was thinking I would read my Me and Billy Crystal post. But it was an audio post already, so if you really want to hear about Me and Billy Crystal, you can listen here at my blog. Then I got the brilliant idea that I would read a post from one year ago. But “Not. Good. Enough,” it is a bit of a downer.

I’ve opted to read two posts. One, what I have since developed into what I call my Barbie Rant, but started here as a blog post, so I will read it in its original raw form. Very hard for me to not tweak it, or read it in its now polished form. I’ll also read something a little different, I’m not a poet.

Hopefully we’ll get the audio recording working and I’ll post here.
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Sounds of Silence

If you like to listen to internet radio… listen up.

That’s the Sound of Silence, and not in a Simon and Garfunkel kind of way, but rather in protest of the new high music royalties for Internet radio, established by the Copyright Royalty Board in March which could well put many small, non-commercial stations out of business– stations like San Diego’s own Amplify SD and L.A.’s KCRW along with stations like SomaFM, home of Groove Salad (one of my favorites).

For large commercial operations like Clear Channel, these kinds of rate hikes are absorbed like any other increase in business cost. But for a small independent station, a non-profit public radio station or someone playing local music out of their garage, these fees will make it unrealistic to continue.

From the site:

On March 2, 2007 the Copyright Royalty Board (CRB), which oversees sound recording royalties paid by Internet radio services, increased Internet radio’s royalty burden between 300 and 1200 percent and thereby jeopardized the industry’s future.

At the request of the Recording Industry Association of America, the CRB ignored the fact that Internet radio royalties were already double what satellite radio pays, and multiplied the royalties even further. The 2005 royalty rate was 7/100 of a penny per song streamed; the 2010 rate will be 19/100 of a penny per song streamed. And for small webcasters that were able to calculate royalties as a percentage of revenue in 2005 – that option was quashed by the CRB, so small webcasters’ royalties will grow exponentially!

So if you don’t like the silence, you have just 18 more days to let your voice be heard…. hook up with the folks at and find out how you can help.

And sorry, but I’m on a roll here with the song title inspired sentences:

Don’t let the music die.

It’s about time

That which is done with time, time respects.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson, photographer

I’m late posting this, which is funny since the quote is about time. I must admit this post was not done with time, unless of course you count the time I spent noodling this quote.

When I was in New York earlier this year, on one of my wandering around Manhattan days, I happened upon this museum, at the International Center of Photography. It wasn’t on my list. I just ended up there. And it looked interesting, so I plunked down the ten dollar admission fee and wandered. It was a quiet little museum. Not packed like the Met or the Guggenheim. Not a big tourist draw. Which is a shame because the exhibits were terrific. This is the kind of place where I would hang out, take classes, attend events, if I lived in New York.

The exhibit for Henri Cartier-Bresson included a mini documentary with the artist talking about his work. This quote struck a chord with me so I wrote it down in my notebook.

It bears repeating. “That which is done with time, time respects.”

Don’t rush. Take the time to do a thing right, and it will last.

Another interesting thing about Cartier-Bresson is that he was a patient man. He would set up his camera and wait. He didn’t stage the scene, but rather waited for the scene to happen. Sometimes he waited for a long time. His pictures show the care with which he took them. And they are as relevant and beautiful now as they were 70 years ago.

Oh for Four

Not being much for sports, I’m not sure if that’s how you say it or not…. the fact that out of the 4 things I shot for last month, I bombed on all four. Let’s recap:

1. I’m not in the running to be the next public radio star

2. No Leo Love scholarship

3. No Room of Her Own Foundation scholarship

and finally,

4. No publication in Commonties Story Blog

Yes, I’m obsessing about it. I’m not all weepy or anything anymore, but rather contemplative. I think if I had played sports I would be better able to handle this. Yup. Sports is the key. You learn how to fail. How to really blow it, then get back in the game again. And again.

Perhaps also as important, playing sports teaches you how to win… because even when you win, you still have to do it again the next day. Or the next month or year. You can’t rest on your laurels (what ARE laurels anyway?)

Practice is another good sports lesson. How you practice, a little every day, and see a little improvement every day. No one right out of the womb knows how to score a homerun, or do a jump shot. Nope. That takes practice. Practice may not make perfect, but it sure gets you a lot closer.

Sports also teaches you to work with a team (that is if you play team sports). You learn how to let each person do what they do best and you compensate for each others’ weaknesses.

Oh, and if you play sports, you’re in better shape, healthier. That would be good. Unless you take steroids and end up with ‘roid rage and beat somebody up, and land in jail….That would would not be a good thing.

So I will end this rambling post with a favorite quote:
A string of 'cosmic pearls' surrounds an exploding star

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you’ll land among the stars”

~Les Brown

(photo: Hubble Space Telescope site)