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  })();</description><title>Hobnobbin's Corner</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @hobnobbin)</generator><link>http://hobbins.org/</link><item><title>Crooked Fingers - Dignity And Shame (2005)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There is something bittersweet about discovering an album this incredible 6 years after its release.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the bitter side, it always makes me panic about all the amazing music I may be missing. If it took me this long to discover this one, how many albums of this caliber came out in ‘06, ‘07, last week, being released right this second….MY GOD! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the sweet side is everything else about the record. Bachmann’s voice has a wonderful deep edge to it; he’d be a great Neil Diamond cover band singer. His lyrics are full of a frustration with life and love that I am really drawn to in a songwriter. Think Vic Chesnutt. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hopefully some day soon I can stop listening to this album and listen to his more recent ones. In the meantime, if you have spotify, go listen up:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="spotify:album:300X9iphkJZZ8ZZwIDGFSK"&gt;Crooked Fingers – Dignity and Shame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/15356522908</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/15356522908</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 11:59:44 -0800</pubDate><category>music</category><category>spotify</category><category>crooked fingers</category><category>album review</category></item><item><title>Polica - Give You The Ghost</title><description>&lt;a href="http://"&gt;Polica - Give You The Ghost&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Big time lovin’ this album right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/15247003406</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/15247003406</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 10:00:22 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Runnin'</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m happy to report that I’ve reconnected with running. For several years, it was something I did solo; often to relieve stress or escape the every day. Last year, I trained with a group and running changed roles. It became social. I always made sure to get to the group runs because I wanted a chance to shoot the shit with my buddies. After that ended and I took up this job, it was hard to get motivated to run. I was rarely able to get my ass out of a hotel room and lace up and go running. A few weeks ago, I think I finally broke through and got back to using it as I use to. I was in Kansas and I actually got myself out of bed at 5AM and went running. It was only 3 miles, but it felt great. Like it used to. I emptied my mind and just ran. Since then, I’ve been a lot more mtoivated to get out and go. I’m still battling some lingering injuries, so I’m keeping myself to 3 or 4 miles at a time, but I’m being patient because I can’t stand the idea of getting injured again. So, I’m back. Not to the runner I was a year ago, but to the runner I was a decade ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/14418736186</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/14418736186</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 12:54:29 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Somewhere in San Diego.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv5dnlqrj51r61fk8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere in San Diego.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/13239141418</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/13239141418</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:26:08 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Valve.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv5ceiQT1o1r61fk8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valve.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/13237975696</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/13237975696</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 19:59:06 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>This video makes me want many things. First and foremost, it...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TWcyIpul8OE?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;This video makes me want many things. First and foremost, it makes me want the time and money to dabble in cinematography. I wish I knew how to get such crisp and yet lush scenery on film (or rather on a hard drive.) The technical aspect of the filming of this intrigues me as much as the artistic aspect of it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Second, this makes me think about childhood and wandering. It makes me wonder if I spent enough time wandering around alone as a child. I know that probably today its a good thing for kids to not walk around alone much, but I grew up in a place where it would have been fairly safe. I don’t have any particular memory of wandering like this as a child, which is odd because I do it so much now. Having had brothers, I probably never had much time alone, the inverse of the only child in his bedroom making up imaginary worlds of his own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, I want to go to Iceland. I don’t know if this is indeed Iceland, but I can’t imagine it being anywhere else. It looks fucking gorgeous, and solitary and wonderful. Thats about what I want out of life right now, so I want to go to there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Finally, I think I love it so much because music makes me feel like that little kid. When I throw headphones on with an album like &lt;em&gt;Bon Iver, Bon Iver&lt;/em&gt; it feels like everybody kind of fades away and I’m wandering around some landscape of my very own. A landscape where I can skip rocks perfectly and sometimes when you throw something in the air it turns in to an amazing bird. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, there will be a deluxe version of &lt;em&gt;Bon Iver, Bon Iver&lt;/em&gt; out soon and it will have a video like this for each song. I certainly plan on buying it, as should you.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/13237610647</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/13237610647</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 19:50:52 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>WIP</title><description>&lt;p&gt;WIP. Work In Progress. Still trying to decide what to do here. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, so maybe I should just use this as a catch all for all the stuff that pops through my head on any given day. Nice photos. Thoughts about a current event. Feeling that hits me when I see, smell or hear something. Funny stories from travelling. I think probably some combo of all of the above will be nice. I hope you think so too.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/13236720569</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/13236720569</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 19:30:50 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>DL 0773</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu5hf54Zq91r61fk8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;DL 0773&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hobbins.org/post/12333876612</link><guid>http://hobbins.org/post/12333876612</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 12:13:52 -0700</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

