77 Percent…

77 percent.

That’s the number of New Yorkers who support raising the minimum wage, according to a Siena College poll.

But our minimum wage is still stuck at $8 an hour, and it’s leaving 3 million people – our friends and neighbors – behind.

Today, fast-food workers in 150 cities went on strike for a higher wage. They’re organized, they’re determined – and their ranks are growing.

Will you stand with them? New York State has the opportunity to lift 3 million low wage workers, like those on strike today, out of poverty simply by raising the minimum wage.

Click here to tell your State Senator that they must get behind raising the minimum wage.

Our state’s $8 minimum wage just isn’t enough.

Income inequality is worse here than anywhere in the country – and the gap widens every day as workers in fast-food restaurants, airports, car washes and grocery stores struggle to pay for basics.

Raising the minimum wage is about making sure that people who are working hard and playing by the rules can get by. It’s about reducing inequality – plain and simple.

Today’s strike shows how much momentum there is behind raising the wage.

This isn’t a protest, it’s a movement. The strength and collective action the workers are showing is unprecedented – and they need your support now.

That’s why I’m asking you to click here and let your state Senator know that you care about raising the minimum wage. Because everyone deserves a fair wage.

Thanks for all that you do,

Karen Scharff
Executive Director
Citizen Action of New York

♪Space – Music Theme

For this week’s theme I chose Space, we can explore our inner and outer space, our privacy or personal space, the space between two people, or spatial awareness/ distortions.

Being a longtime Dr. Who fan, I’ve admired the mysterious, somewhat spooky melody and all it’s incarnations. But my favorite had always been the original composition, which I felt was way ahead of it’s time.

Perhaps we are simply passengers of life, along for the ride on our mothership Earth…

Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30 (Thus Spoke Zarathustra or Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by Richard Strauss, composed in 1896 and inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche’s philosophical treatise of the same name.

Bach’s Orchestral Suite No.3 in D major, BWV 1068, movement II Air, transposed via software to 432Hz (from original 442Hz). Performed by The Philadelphia Orchestra.

Ubiquitous U2 songs address our inner dimension, none more so than “Love is Blindness”. This version nicely covered by Jack White for The Great Gatsby Soundtrack!

And of course the space between couples…

The Flower Duet, an aria from Léo Delibes‘ opera Lakméfeel so airy, spacious and free- I just had to include it. 🙂

Singable English[3]

Lakmé: Dôme épais le jasmin
Mallika: Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin

L.: À la rose s’assemble,
M.: À la rose s’assemble,

L.: Rive en fleurs, frais matin,
M.: Sur la rive en fleurs, riant au matin,

L.: Nous appellent ensemble.
M.: Viens, descendons ensemble.

L.: Ah! glissons en suivant
M.: Doucement glissons; De son flot charmant

L.: Le courant fuyant;
M.: Suivons le courant fuyant;

L.: Dans l’onde frémissante,
M.: Dans l’onde frémissante,

L.: D’une main nonchalante,
M.: D’une main nonchalante,

L.: Gagnons le bord,
M.: Viens, gagnons le bord

L.: Où l’oiseau chante,
M.: Où la source dort.

L.: l’oiseau, l’oiseau chante.
M.: Et l’oiseau, l’oiseau chante.

L.: Dôme épais, blanc jasmin,
M.: Sous le dôme épais, Sous le blanc jasmin,

L.: Nous appellent ensemble!
M.: Ah! descendons ensemble!

L.: Mais, je ne sais quelle crainte subite
s’empare de moi.
Quand mon père va seul à leur ville maudite,
Je tremble, je tremble d’effroi!

M.: Pour que le Dieu Ganeça le protège,
Jusqu’à l’étang où s’ébattent joyeux
Les cygnes aux ailes de neige,
Allons cueillir les lotus bleus.

L.: Oui, pres des cygnes aux ailes de neige,
Allons cueillir les lotus bleus.

L: Dôme épais le jasmin
M: Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin

L.: Nous appellent ensemble!
M.: Ah! descendons ensemble!

Thick dome of jasmine
Under the dense canopy where the white jasmine,

Blends with the rose,
That blends with the rose,

Bank in bloom, fresh morning,
On the flowering bank, laughing in the morning,

Call us together.
Come, let us drift down together.

Ah! Let’s glide along
Let us gently glide along; For its enchanting flow

The fleeing current;
Let us follow the fleeing current;

On the rippling surface,
On the rippling surface,

With a nonchalant hand,
With a nonchalant hand,

Let’s go to the shore,
Come, let’s go to the shore

Where the bird sings,
Where the spring sleeps.

the bird, the bird sings.
And the bird, the bird sings.

Thick dome, white jasmine,
Under the dense canopy, Under the white jasmine,

Call us together!
Ah! Let’s drift down together!

But, an eerie feeling of distress
overcomes me.
When my father goes into their accursed city
I tremble, I tremble with fright!

In order for him to be protected by Ganesh
To the pond where joyfully play
The snow-winged swans
Let us pick blue lotuses.

Yes, near the swans with wings of snow,
And pick blue lotuses.

Thick dome of jasmine
Under the dense canopy where the white jasmine,

Together call us!
Ah! Let’s drift down together!

‘Neath the dome, the jasmine
‘Neath the leafy dome, where the jasmine white

To the roses comes greeting,
To the roses comes greeting,

By flower banks, fresh and bright,
On the flow’rd bank, gay in morning light,

Come, and join we their meeting.
Come, and join we their meeting.

Ah! we’ll glide with the tide,
Slowly on we’ll glide floating with the tide,

On we’ll ride away;
On the stream we’ll ride away;

Through wavelets shimm’ring brightly,
Through wavelets shimm’ring brightly,

Carelessly rowing lightly,
Carelessly rowing lightly,

Reach we the steeps
We’ll reach soon the steeps

Where the birds warble,
Where the fountain sleeps.

warble, the birds sprightly.
Where warble the birds sprightly.

‘Neath the dome rowers unite,
‘Neath the leafy dome, where the jasmine white,

Come and join we their meeting!
Come and join we their meeting!

But, why my heart’s swift terror invested,
Doth not yet appear,
When my father ‘lone goes to your city detested,
I tremble, I tremble with fear.

May the god, Ganesa, keep him from dangers,
Till he arrives at the pool just in view,
Where wild swans, those snowy wing’d strangers,
Come to devour the lotus blue.

Yes, where the wild swans, those snowy wing’d strangers,
Come to feed on lotus blue.

‘Neath the dome, jasmines white
‘Neath the leafy dome, where the jasmine white

Come and join we their meeting!
Ah! come join we their meeting!

The whole discography of Pink Floyd may be considered Spacey Trippy, being so Comfortably Numb. If you’ve never heard of this Serbian band Gruhak, check ’em out, they’re quite excellent!

If you like kitschy space movies from the sixties, Barbarella’s theme was a blast – notable for Jane Fonda’s strip tease opening credits lol.

Being the sci-fi geek that I am, I must conclude with the classic theme to Star Trek. Bet you never heard this version, lyrics by Gene Roddenberry, intro to Star Trek: TOS.

 

Thx for listening, be sure to fly over & check out:     Bear     Lisa     Johnny

comic-con 2012 :)

comic-con 2012 🙂