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  })();</description><title>count every beautiful thing we can see</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @froeschele)</generator><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Passenger - “Life’s For The Living”. The whole...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nl2GwLtMX7s?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passenger - “Life’s For The Living”. The whole album rocks.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/50053527500</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/50053527500</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 17:58:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>NPR First Listen: Villagers, '{Awayland}'</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2013/03/31/175384003/first-listen-villagers-awayland"&gt;NPR First Listen: Villagers, '{Awayland}'&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/47033160615</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/47033160615</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 10:25:49 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Hey Marseilles - “Looking Back”. My favorite song...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cb6gN2FtrD8?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Marseilles - “Looking Back”. My favorite song from their new album.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/46016923930</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/46016923930</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 14:33:24 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>NPR First Listen: Cloud Cult, 'Love'</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2013/02/24/172490177/first-listen-cloud-cult-love"&gt;NPR First Listen: Cloud Cult, 'Love'&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/44482483668</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/44482483668</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 12:46:54 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sacred, she thought. Strange to think of it that way. Time and again she had read through the half..."</title><description>“Sacred, she thought. Strange to think of it that way. Time and again she had read through the half dozen letters that moved her, and even they sometimes seemed so commonplace that it frightened her, as if a precious thing had been lost and she could not find it, search as she might. Then she would notice a phrase, something about loneliness or weariness or the view from a train window, the intimacy of the ordinary, and her heart would stir. She had ticked the margins beside these lines to spare herself the vertiginous sense that there was nothing in the letters at all worth cherishing, and then when she looked at them again she could not always see why she had chosen these passages, and again she would be frightened.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marilynne Robinson, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Home-A-Novel-Marilynne-Robinson/dp/B003JTHSEK"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/44482413808</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/44482413808</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 12:46:05 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>NPR First Listen: Ivan &amp; Alyosha, 'All The Times We Had'</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2013/02/10/171304486/first-listen-ivan-alyosha-all-the-times-we-had"&gt;NPR First Listen: Ivan &amp; Alyosha, 'All The Times We Had'&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/43084139752</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/43084139752</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 09:26:33 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I adore the new art on the light rail station construction wall...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/11f5f63f82278e73bbd95b448846a4ea/tumblr_mgzr29BlRv1rszja3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e4470c69832f0df62b7bedab59ef7c8e/tumblr_mgzr29BlRv1rszja3o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a3ee631efafb77b17a2a55e82d596e1d/tumblr_mgzr29BlRv1rszja3o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/67846a7077abd6fa719c74d570cf98ec/tumblr_mgzr29BlRv1rszja3o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/2c8cb641219d0465900797e3a9797b0d/tumblr_mgzr29BlRv1rszja3o5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I adore the new art on the light rail station construction wall in Cap Hill. By Greg Boudreau; more info &lt;a href="http://www.startwallproject.blogspot.com/2012/12/greg-boudreau.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/41126079530</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/41126079530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2013 11:49:19 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>All of the Austin parts make me homesick.</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/56599373" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of the &lt;a href="http://austinist.com/2013/01/04/local_film_one_second_of_every_day.php"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt; parts make me homesick.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/39700705206</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/39700705206</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2013 16:57:26 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>The Lumineers - Stubborn Love. I wasn’t sure if I’d...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VGewQB3mDv4?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Lumineers - &lt;em&gt;Stubborn Love&lt;/em&gt;. I wasn’t sure if I’d find another great album before the end of the year, but here it is. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/36727822183</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/36727822183</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 23:51:05 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"The beauty of the place was subtle. In the western deserts you needed to look twice at emptiness,..."</title><description>“The beauty of the place was subtle. In the western deserts you needed to look twice at emptiness, you needed to take your time, the air like ether, where things grow only with difficulty. On the island of her childhood she could spit on the ground and a bush would leap up.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michael Ondaatje, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anils-Ghost-Novel-Michael-Ondaatje/dp/0375724370"&gt;Anil’s Ghost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/36039012220</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/36039012220</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:50:07 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is..."</title><description>“To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat&lt;br/&gt;
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth&lt;br/&gt;
all the years of sorrow that are to come.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jack Gilbert, “A Brief for the Defense” (via &lt;a href="http://andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com/2012/11/a-poem-for-sunday-1.html"&gt;Andrew Sullivan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/36037891323</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/36037891323</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:34:44 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>“Breaking Bad” is one of the most beautifully shot...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fu5Wbl2qz1Y?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Breaking Bad” is one of the most beautifully shot shows I’ve ever seen. Makes me want to jump in the car and drive down to New Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/35598617157</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/35598617157</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2012 15:54:43 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I love you, Seattle.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5d8kzQnuUpM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Seattle.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/34217482191</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/34217482191</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 22:47:01 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Everything happens for the first time, but in a way that is eternal."</title><description>“Everything happens for the first time, but in a way that is eternal.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jorge Luis Borges, &lt;em&gt;Happiness &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://chg7.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/jorge-luis-borges-2/"&gt;full poem&lt;/a&gt;); as quoted by Paul Theroux, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Star-Safari-Overland-Capetown/dp/0618446877"&gt;Dark Star Safari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/32763394658</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/32763394658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 15:50:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"But he had a serenity that came with the choice of the life he wanted to live. And this serenity and..."</title><description>“But he had a serenity that came with the choice of the life he wanted to live. And this serenity and certainty I have seen only among those who have the armour of books close by.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michael Ondaatje,&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Cats-Table-Vintage-International/dp/0307744418"&gt;The Cat’s Table&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/31807509943</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/31807509943</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2012 12:04:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, every one of them sufficient."</title><description>“There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, every one of them sufficient.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marilynne Robinson, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gilead-A-Novel-Marilynne-Robinson/dp/031242440X"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gilead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the most beautiful book I have ever read, and I don’t bestow that lightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/26186674535</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/26186674535</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2012 20:15:44 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"The old woman smiled at him toothlessly. ‘My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The..."</title><description>“The old woman smiled at him toothlessly. ‘My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;, before me and after me, before you too.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;George R.R. Martin, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Game-Thrones-Song-Fire-Book/dp/0553386794"&gt;A Game of Thrones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/25559409105</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/25559409105</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2012 22:40:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"It was a beautiful morning, light touching the farthest edges of the plains. Clara noticed the..."</title><description>“It was a beautiful morning, light touching the farthest edges of the plains. Clara noticed the beauty and thought it strange that she could still respond to it, tired as she was and with two people dying in her house — perhaps three. But she loved the fine light of the prairie mornings; it had resurrected her spirits time after time through the years, when it seemed that dirt and cold and death would crush her. Just to see the light spreading like that, far on toward Wyoming, was her joy. It seemed to put energy into her, make her want to do things.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Larry McMurtry, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lonesome-Dove-Novel-Larry-McMurtry/dp/1439195269"&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/24265776588</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/24265776588</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 08:58:52 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>San Francisco Backwards</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/10127068" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Francisco Backwards&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/23841238941</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/23841238941</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 20:50:49 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Address Is Approximate - A Google Street View / Robot inspired...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TCvX2N-RoEg?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Address Is Approximate - A Google Street View / Robot inspired stop motion short&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/22915921197</link><guid>http://froeschele.tumblr.com/post/22915921197</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 11:32:00 -0700</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
