THE HOT SARDINES “Petite Fleur” Little Flower

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TheHotSardines is an American jazz band formed in New York City in 2007 by artistic director, singer and writer ElizabethBougerol and artistic director, actor and pianist EvanPalazzo.

Although hailed as “the charismatic front-runners of vintage jazz,” the Sardines paradoxically emphasize both authenticity and irreverence in their performances.

According to Palazzo, the Sardines do not treat jazz music “with kid gloves, or place it on a pedestal to preserve and adore” and instead play “as if these songs were written this morning, for today’s generation.”

Over time, the Sardines have assembled a unique repertoire with “a sound and a style that are distinctly their own.”

Their distinctive style has been described by music critics as “wartime Paris by way of New Orleans” while firmly rooted in the “here and now.”

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Romancing the River: Falling in love with the underbelly of the city from the water taxi


I am floating in the underbelly of the city, the same way the summer my son was an infant, walking along the lake with him strapped to my body at dawn, I’d feel as if I were moving through the underbelly of the day. On this boat I take to work, floating under bridges and taking in new angles and facades of buildings, this city feels unfamiliar. It’s like looking into a face you’ve known for a long time and seeing an entirely new quality of beauty.

I used to envy friends who were able to walk only steps from the train to their buildings but now I realize that I am the lucky one. After a thirty-minute train ride on which I review for the writing class I’ll teach later in the morning, I arrive in the city, walk a few steps, and my boat is usually waiting for me. I step off the pier at Wacker and down a few steps into the yellow boat. I usually sit uncovered on a bench in the back. Some mornings I’ll commune with the red steel bridges that we pass between Madison (1922), and the Michigan Avenue Bridge (1920). Other times it will be the glass facades of the newer buildings next to the old stone and turrets of the Crain Communications Building and the Wrigley Building. If the boat didn’t hit the cement at Michigan Avenue to disembark, I’d probably drift away with my thoughts all morning.

I have always lived within walking (or running) distance from Lake Michigan, have come to know her moods and vicissitudes, to acknowledge the seasons through her shades of blue, green or gray. But the river and I have been casual acquaintances—until I started teaching at the Gleacher Center, along the main bank between Michigan and Columbus. I’ve admired the way the sun glistens on the ripples of waves, but I haven’t seen or thought much about what lives beneath the river’s surface—until today.

Beyond the surface there are fish, and an undercurrent that moves water back towards the lake. Once the Chicago River flowed into Lake Michigan. But as “the stinky river” got more and more polluted, the water was redirected toward the Mississippi. In 1900 the Sanitary District reversed the flow into the Chicago Sanitary and Ship Canal to avoid polluting the lake with river waste.

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Old Lahaina Maui Mermaids



There are fabrications, tall tales, folklores, legends and myths:

Here are two separate Hawaiian families who similarly, had three daughters. In each family, As sisters, the three daughters were close. And these sisters from both families were all in love with three brothers, who were sons of the Island Chieftain Kapu pu’u.


Kapu pu’u’s sons were strong, handsome fishermen and wild-game hunters who could have their pick of any tribal beauty.


Woefully, the three sons of Kapu pu’u were torn because, it was a tribal custom that their choices be made from only one family of sisters.

The three brothers loved watching the beautiful, exotic three sisters of one family dance the hula, while enjoying the cooking of the other family of three sisters who noble and made food for luaus.

All were irresistible to the chieftain’s sons, and the sisters from both tribal families were aware of it. Competition between the two families of sisters was an eye-catching situation.

The three hula sisters tried their hardest to cook better luau dishes than the three noble sisters. And, the three noble sisters tried their best to enticingly dance the hula. Both families of sisters never attempted crossover to the talent of their rival.

Which family of sisters would win the hearts of chief Kapu pu’u’s three sons?

The story ends with Kapu pu’u’s three sons marrying the three sisters who were noble cooks.

The hula sisters were so sad and shamefully heartbroken that they shed their garments and took to the depths of a Hawaii’s shoreless, blue-coral Seamount lagoon.

There is a rumor that a mermaid has been seen wiggling around, in the depths of the nearby ocean, entertaining sea life, in a hula dance motion.

The unfounded two bodies of the three hula sisters remain a mystery!

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“Its a Mermaid!”



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When sunrise exhaled its mystical yawn, a fluttering wake of seabirds extended from the fingers of morning into many weightless halos of yellows, minty blues and oranges. It was a utopia!

Moments later, several tiny cobblestones broke from a searock and fell into the ocean’s foamy aqua stream. The spannaker was nigh deep in the sky. My solo journey through porthole peepings across the morning’s shores had began. Sea mist sprouted around velvety, curling of tufty kelp stalks that asked penstripe fish to blow in their bubbles of love. All were a joyful tease to the corduroy ducks and the bathing seabirds.

Scenic illusions were the cause for my mind to migrate into speckled spinnings where of wild seagrass took root below sandbars, seawells, directly above cornered places of lagoons. Coral reefs would nap until the noon tides overflowed.

I could feel myself channeling. It was a dreamy, imaginative ocean ride. I was seeing what I could not hear as silence spoke thru a menagerie of delicate seapods, lilies, playfully smiling ducks, seadogs, and other sea creatures. But then blurry octaves of flutes and violins flooded the scenes into a world of colorful sounds.

I was then transitioned over sea ridges and bridges that were above and beneath the sea. My mind wandered around the serene cliffs of Swallow nestings, far beyond the panoramic waters. The more aloof and dazed I became, the more my heart followed into a land of ideals where folklores were known to secret.

Mirrored images similar to those of an amusement-park funhouse had broken up and started floating. Then my mind plunged into a deep ponder, and I thought, “Was I dissipating”?

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Tall tales never think alone, they wear the hats of curiosity.

There could be no reason why the day would not be a cinch. My hope was for an incredible port layover, time alone on the deck, and maybe a stroll into stores and cafes where gentle breezes searched for local newness. Strangely, I would never have a port-gate disembarkment, but an encounter with strange passengers.

And, delusively, I saw a joker that had gone wild. Or, had I been dealt a full-hand of suspicions?–

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“Love In The Morning – ENNIO MORRICONE”

That Morning Catch!

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I am a Finland Mermaid, and on one of my morning journeys, I looked up and saw a handsome face encircling the shallow, wavy waters.

I asked myself, “Had a handsome kite fallen upon the sea and started sailing inward toward the scales of my heart”?

When I peeped out of the water, there he stood, with a full-body six pack, and a squinting stare, strained against the sunrise.

Gradually, it became apparent that my flair was a loner. Knowing this, I was adamant on never letting him leave the want of my love on any goodbye waves.

I had fallen in love, and thoughts of sailing away with him, nudged me into ideas of stubborness and mischief. At this point, I launched a plan for him to become my trophy.

Each Tuesday he readied his tackle, rigged and unanchored his boat, near the tackle docking of West Bay.

My awakenings always challenged time and distance while surveiling this catch of a man.

He the fisherman would set sail to fish at a perfect water spot, and afterwards, he would head for Somerset, a neighboring fishing village.

I desired his love, and my chase of him was a real maritime pursuit as well as a fish tale that would become a sea legend, and an intimate tailgating honor.

One day he and I would breath the same air after untying the knots of our different drifts.

I dreamt about our live, loud wedding band, on the Puget Sound, a passage way where the sun, moon and all of the stars would glow upon our union.

I imagined our marriage celebration being honored by a spectrum of colorful, swarming sealife, clapping seals, blow fish and whales who would joyfully sprout water into the air.

Many Ferries filled with crowds of people would give toast to our vows. ClamBake Chefs would be our enchanting food caterers.

After thanking our guests we would depart in a perfect tradewind and float all the way to our honeymoon on the Grand banks.

The sound of attached, clamoring seashells would straddle behind us, with the insignia ” Just Married”. Our arrival would be filled with explorative dives and relaxation.

Then we would go inside our honeymoon cove and rest on a huge spongey oyster bed, covered with pearls. The sea doctor would later tell me that I have been cavaliered. This will be the birth of our children, little mariner sardines.

My love for this fisherman causes me to tarry closely behind him, along the ocean’s baseline. Sadly, his interest in me is not known.

In today’s sudsy morning surf, I have become a hasty, dripping splatter of a Mer, while nervously swimming pass a fading moon that sits upon the waters.

The moon slowly crosses into a blend with the rising sun. My heart desires the same movement across my husband-to-be’s heart.

I am always one-half hour ahead of my love to be’s start. On my weekly chase, I trail his valored, heroic whims at the speed of 10 nautical miles.

It is with a motion of long dipping strokes thru the greeneries of algae in the foamy ocean that I meet up with him. He settled in the middle of the sea to began fishing.

Unsuspectedly, I was his secret hand and a victim of my own shameless disrespect, because I am hoping for love and marriage with him.

Hours passed, and continuously loaded his net with tons of fish. Although I was a hearty and strong Mer, I was suddenly entangled in the net that I had filled with fish.

Me, the aggressive mermaid had become a soaking, aimless collision course. I was caught by my prey, the very man that I had chased and do love.

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“Love In The Morning – ENNIO MORRICONE”

Shipwreck Alley

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Amidst beautiful imagery of pristine shipwrecks on the bottom of Lake Huron, underwater archaeologists from the Thunder Bay National Marine Sanctuary in share their thoughts and stories about one of the largest underwater collections of shipwrecks in the world: Shipwreck Alley. Located in Lake Huron’s Thunder Bay just off the shores of Alpena, Michigan, this maritime attraction offers a nearby interactive multimedia museum and exciting rides on the Lady Michigan–a glass bottom boat that cruises over dozens of Sanctuary wrecks. The Sanctuary is part of NOAA.

Visit to access an interactive map of shipwrecks on the Art, Culture and History page. Thanks!




underwater sculpture


by Artist Jason deCaires Taylor. @nathangmoran

By Monique McIntosh

Between overfishing and heavy traffic of diving tourists, the Caribbean’s coral reefs face constant environmental pressures. Responding to these challenges, amazing underwater sculpture parks have cropped up throughout the Caribbean sea, showcasing stunning artwork by international artists. These underwater sculptures provide unique attractions for locals and visitors alike, relieving some traffic pressure off the region’s reefs. Plus, many of the sculptures serve as artificial reefs, built with materials that support reef growth and marine life. Here, we’ve rounded up the most special underwater art sites for your dream diving destinations.

Grenada’s Molinere Underwater Sculpture Park


by sculptor Jason Decaires Taylor.

Grenada’s waters houses the first underwater sculpture park in the world, created by underwater sculpture pioneer Jason deCaires Taylor in 2007. An artist and passionate ocean advocate, Taylor placed the park down current from natural reefs, creating new spawning areas for coral polyps. Built from PH-neutral cement, the sculptures’ porous surface also encourages growth. The park includes various stunning works, but perhaps “Vicissitudes” proves the most iconic.

It features a circle of children standing hand-in-hand. Taylor casted the face from local children. Radiant coral now covers their faces, which come alive at night. Scuba divers, snorkelers and even glass-bottom boaters can access the sculptures.

Grand Cayman’s Amphitrite

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The Bahamas Coral Reef Sculpture Garden

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“Atlas” by artist Jason Decaires Taylor.

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Mexico’s Underwater Museum of Art

“The Silent Evolution” by artist and sculptor Jason Decaires Taylor. @jasondecairestaylor

Serie Tributo: Tributo a Manzanero

Armando Manzanero Canché (born in Mérida, Yucatán on 7 December 1935) is a Mexican musician, singer, and composer of Maya descent, widely considered the premier Mexican romantic composer of the postwar era and one of the most successful composers of Latin America. He received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in United States in 2014. He is the current president of the Mexican Society of Authors and Composers (Sociedad de Autores y Compositores de México).

Giving Tribute to Armando Manzanero is:

Juan Fernando Silvetti Adorno, professionally known as Bebu Silvetti or simply Silvetti, was an Argentine- born Mexican pianist, composer, conductor, arranger, and record producer. In the 1970s he moved to Mexico and got the nationality.

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Gypsies, Hippies and Mermaids

The Old world returned as a bandcamp. Characters (illustrations) from traditional stories tore themselves from the pages of time. All became shoeless wanderers. They were gypsies, hippies and mermaids, whose spirits became apparent on the shorlines of modernization at creative ports.

They wanted to celebrate but could not because the terrain was quite sophisticated, not the customary platforms for dialogue design and movements, All had changed. Haphazardly, the maidens tried a sequence of whirlings with Flamencos, revolutionaries and pirates eventhough.

Bored, they attempted to go back into the former pages of their storylines. Unfortunately, the guidelines for modern literature made all of these illustrations unidentifiable. So into an unwritten exile they went.

When the kilns of majestic curiosities fumed into choking smoke, they realized the danger of their outcast. No longer were they book binded but, fragile forms that were papery, watery, painted, silouettes exposed to the brutal act of book burnings.

So now these exiled legends and story illustrations began querying one another until the males concluded that all of their directive chaos came from every maiden’s pandora-box curse.

The maidens would never give in to such an accusation. Who would protect them from book burning acts, fallacies and coming to terms with impending realities?

Their counter male companions were to be protective medallions. Instead, they seemed to want a detachment from the weakened maidens.

A big change happened at a turning point. The exiled illustrations united and brought about a rebellious protest. A big reckoning it was, and in a tempo that was chased by keen thoughts and not idle dismay. The popular usage of electronic books, urban expressions, icons and stickons, were cause of all of their chaos.

In volumes, literary life had changed. So, all of the traditional story wanderers set out to denounced the cyber monarchy for crimes of duplicity and misinterpretations.


This flimsy fleet of former illustrations rallied against free form, inciting a conscious revolution to the death of tech.

Their targets for literary restoration were artists, creators and writers. And the battle would be a creative dance of thoughts on a paperless trail.

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Schubert – Serenade


Some of the most Beautiful Waterfalls on the Gold Coast

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By Gareth | Visual Storyteller

The Gold Coast is so commonly known for its sun, sand and surf – and for good reason. But the enchanting hinterland and the waterfalls within are often overlooked… For those who want to explore the Gold Coast beyond its iconic beaches, here’s my list of the top 10 waterfalls.

1. Curtis Falls

This popular waterfall is found in the gorgeous Mount Tamborine area. It is a short and easy walk to the spot and well worth a visit if you’re in the area.

2. Natural Bridge

One of the most incredible sights to see on the Gold Coast is Natural Bridge in the Numinbah Valley. There is a paved circuit that takes you above, below and around the beautiful spot. The best time to go is in the late afternoon so you can stay until the sun has gone down and see the incredible glow worms as they light up the cave.

3. Coomera and Yarrabilgong Falls

This incredible lookout over the Coomera Gorge is found in the Binna Burra section of the Lamington National Park. The walk to this lookout is an 8km return trip and is one of the most spectacular views in Lamington National Park.

4. Morans Falls

Morans Falls is a great place to sit, relax and watch the sun set. This place, while still in the Lamington National Park, is in the Green Mountain section. Getting to Morans Falls is a rather easy 4.6km return walk, and the entrance to the track is just down the main road from O’Reilly’s Rainforest Retreat.

5. Box Log Falls

Box Log Falls is one of many waterfalls you will pass along the Box Forest Circuit, which starts from the O’Reilly’s Carpark. The Circuit is 10.6km hike – but rest assured, it is well worth the effort.

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Canada’s Original Floating Bed and Breakfast Experience

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The Floating B&B, Yellowknife

This is a one-of-a kind experience: a private floating home at anchor in gorgeous Yellowknife Bay, surrounded by water, with perfect views of the Yellowknife houseboat community, access to all types of boats and float planes in summer, and skiing, dogsledding, kite-skiing and snowmobile rides in winter, with nightly shows of the Northern Lights, all within a few minutes of downtown!

“…anytime from September to mid-April, have a front row seat to the incredible Aurora dancing right over your head with no city light pollution…!”

LIVING ON AN ANCHORED HOUSEBOAT – not moored to a dock – is one of the most unique living arrangements in the world, summer or winter. We are off-grid, providing energy mostly through solar power (a generator is used in darker months), leaving a much smaller footprint on the planet through many aspects of our eco-conscious lifestyle.

The Poisedon Experience

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“Manose Singh – Ecstasy”

Greek mythology: Myth
Poseidon (god of the sea) was unusually atavistic in that his union with Earth, and his equine adventures.

In Greek mythology, Poseidon (Greek: Ποσειδών; Latin: Neptūnus) was the god of both the sea and earthquakes. In sculpture, he was instantly recognizable by his three-pronged spear (the trident) that he held in his hand. When the Roman Empire invaded Greece, Poseidon was worshiped by the Romans as the sea god Neptune.

In his benign aspect, Poseidon was believed to create new islands, calm seas and protect travelers. However, when offended or ignored, he struck the ground with his trident and caused chaotic springs, earthquakes, drownings and shipwrecks. Despite this somewhat frightening persona, Poseidon was widely worshipped by sailors as their patron, and they would pray to the “Sea God” for a safe voyage, sometimes drowning horses as a sacrifice to the god.

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