diy
Night time foggy greenhouse
a tutorial or how-to guide on seed starting using plastic racks to hold the seed starting pots. The video may show the process of preparing the seed starting mix, filling the pots, planting the seeds, and arranging them on the plastic racks. The video may also provide tips on how to care for the seedlings as they grow, such as watering, providing adequate light, and transferring them to larger containers as they mature. Overall, the video may be helpful for individuals interested in starting their own plants from seed and looking for a DIY and sustainable
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Starting Seeds in Pots: How to Fill Them with Dirt Like a Pro
how-to video on how to properly fill pots with soil for seed starting. The video may demonstrate the step-by-step process of filling pots with soil, including how to moisten the soil and how much soil to add to the pot. The video may also provide tips on how to avoid overfilling or underfilling the pots and how to create a suitable environment for the seeds to germinate and grow. Additionally, the video may cover topics such as choosing the right type of soil, how to prepare the soil for seed starting, and what to do after the seeds have been planted. Overall, this video could be helpful for individuals who are new to seed starting or looking to improve their technique for filling pots with soil.
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New Artist Feature: Daily Del Sol
Today I’m sharing a youtube channel:
https://www.youtube.com/dailydelsol
Del Sol is a really cool artist because his content lives at a crossroads between art, travel, nature and social media. There’s so many interesting dimensions to that. Personally I love when artists have these multiple angles of approach. Each can inform the other!
He seeks inspiration through travel and beyond just destinations but the study of landscape. This is a path well traveled by artists, so part of what sets Del Sol apart is the way he draws the audience in. You can participate in his creations by interacting on youtube! That’s what is so great about his page is that his creations are more than just static images – the audience can get insight into the process and lifestyle that goes into creating art.
We will be sharing more specific content by Del Sol going forward and we’re really excited to explore this awesome content with you lovely readers.
Lyvo and evening bloom – Chapter I,II&III
Here we have a mixtape I made awhile back. I used Lyvo’s tracks that I pulled off bandcamp as the germs for these songs, I remixed, stretched, and changed the tracks around a bit. Lyvo published his project, Chapter I&II, as creative commons which is awesome. I took the tracks and composed some original lyrics to give the songs some form. Thanks for listening 🙂
An Infinite Regression of Past Lives
A skunk walks across the beach
in a red and white striped one piece,
a surfboard under his arm.
He stops every woman
to ask for the time of day.
None give it to him
as bikini clad women
tend not to wear watches.
They are, for the most part, cordial
in their refusals,
but the waves laugh at his rejections.
The skunk, visibly frustrated by the guffaws,
refrains from spraying the water
out of respect for the other beachgoers.
The skunk is not a skunk at all,
He is a businessman carrying a briefcase.
The sand is Grand Central Station.
He constantly checks his watch,
then squints at the schedule,
then back to his watch.
He is the type of person who shows up
hours early in case of this very predicament
and would likely catch his train with time to spare.
He asks anyone and everyone
for directions to the proper platform,
pointing to his ticket for reference.
No one acknowledges his presence.
He is not a businessman at all.
He is me. I am no businessman.
I am in a motel room
washing my face
I don’t know what city I’m in,
some town bordering Detroit.
I stare into the mirror in the mirror,
see how many of me there are.
It’s three a.m. and I have a strange feeling
I’m going to a funeral tomorrow.
Why else would I pack a suit?
Drunk On New York
Madness is unrefined passion
Passion is exonerated madness
Yak’s milk is sweet
and I drink to no end
No end
like these streets—
I walk every one
and never grow tired
knowing even eternity won’t last forever
and I have a train to catch
out to the countryside, where a mad yak
waits for me
with an infectious smile
with pure milk
which I drink to no end
and think of the endless city streets—
with bronze idols, glass walls,
cemented paths
That is all behind me now
The streets are behind me
The train is behind me
The mad yak is behind me
goading me to keep going to no end
goading me to drink her milk to no end
until the last sap of life is drained
so she can sleep to no end
so her dreams become my dreams
and my dreams travel beyond
the endless city streets
who refuse to sleep
They drink me to no end
consuming the same mad yak visions
that gestate in the womb of slumberless nights
who give birth to babies
that overrun the endless city streets
with cries for yaks milk.
The wails resonate
off skyscrapers as
an admission of want for nothing
other than mother,
an omission of subways, stadium deals,
condo complexes, dreams of electric sheep.
A call for transformation
of pavement to pasture
and the world’s city citizens
to sprout curved horns
grow hooves, don thick coats of fur
and udders and udders
filled with the passion and madness
of yaks milk
Voice Control
By Peter
wave function rolls
over tongue
say it
say it
it again
thoughts like
french kiss
ear lick
mind meld
right thought (check)
right speech (check)
lights
camera
(right) action
communication out
of focus
a monkey teaching a dolphin
to climb a tree
both agree that
oranges are oranges
peel means skin
skin does not mean peel
you can skin a banana
but you can’t peel a cat
you can tuna fish
can the piano
it’s out of tune
false positives
doubly negated negatives
placebos work
if you let them
everything is a matter
of percentages
90% of the time
from vegas to wall street
but I live in kansas
off-broadway is still broadway
paris is still paris
and still burning
I make a claim
then stake it
I have no idea what
that expression means
none of the words I invented
are in the dictionary
I shout them
from rooftops
on cold nights
words are just a song
I don’t know the melody
translate english into
english into english
and the original
meaning is lost
if it had one to begin with
this corn maze means
something but
is too big
for me make it
out alive
I need the bees
to dance my way out
I recite my lines
stage directions say
to exit left
I do
the curtain closes
no one applauds
Moving House
Moving house
A year of memories
Fun times
Remembering clogged drains
Fluorescent lights
Memories in space
Moving house
A house I outgrew
A year of posession
Moving house
The Sketchy Kids 
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