Mind Mined Ventures, LLC is proud to introduce its latest endeavor, Violet Botanicals, your source for handcrafted salves, balms and serums to nurture your body, as our motto goes, with nature.
With all natural products, value is defined as much by what they do not contain as by what they do. Take comfort that Violet Botanicals uses no parabens, phthalates, petroleum jelly (petrolatum), mineral oil, artificial fragrances, synthetic fragrances, artificial colors or dyes, sulfates (such as SLS or SLES), silicones, PEGs (polyethylene glycols), formaldehyde-releasing preservatives, triclosan, harsh chemicals, alcohol, synthetic fillers, GMOs, talc, soy, palm oil, nanoparticles, artificial emulsifiers, artificial stabilizers, artificial flavorings, hormones, steroids, or antibiotics.
We also don't test on animals, because we like them almost as much as we like plants.
Ever have a set of booty-shakin' earworms dance their way into your head? That's what happened to me when the boys from Set In Stone came by the studio to play a few of their newer numbers. These songs will stick in your brain like groovy peanut butter. I challenge anyone to play these tunes more than a couple times without busting out some moves in the privacy of your homes.
The violin is a beautiful instrument. A triumph in the blend of form and function. Wouldn't you like one? We have a number for sale at the moment, including this fine fiddle (pictured).
Bring some more music into your life. Inquire here.
We imagine the readership of an indie arts site (is that what this is?) might not be dropping by for tech bro styled rantings, so wisely or foolishly, we publish mine as Notez over on... gag... the Microsoft-owned Github Pages. As much as I hate to point this out, I've gone and done it, and thoroughly bummed myself out.
But fear not! Intellectual freedom waits just around the corner. As you will read in Notez, robots are on the verge of enjoying the fruits of the information revolution, and we can at least live vicariously through them, generating images of paradise with which to hypnotize ourselves. And that's the optimistic scenario. The Terminator flicks are probably closer to the truth. Circle the wagons, humanity.
Long overdue perhaps, but better late than never, we've finally put together a website to represent Marc Del Greco's long career in music. Head on over to Arjuna Recording & Publishing for songs never before released in digital format.
the Arjuna logo
Proper religions have their relics. These are objects such as a shriveled bishop's hand, the skull of a nun... that type of thing. Ideally they should be items weathered by time, and musty. People should look upon them with confused wonder.
We have our relics too, thankfully of a less morbid nature, which hopefully disqualifies us as a religion. Pictured below is our Magna Carta document, our stone tablet... these notepad pages, bearing the letterhead of the hospital my stepfather worked for in Massachusetts, on which Jeff and I first jotted down a poem called "The Mind Mined" in 1993. The poem became an idea for an acting company, then became an idea for a summerstock program, and ultimately became a kind of label for releasing independent art projects and happenings.
it's not a bishop's hand, but it's something
It's really a shame that "...A Dialog Between Pals" never got produced officially, but maybe something staged in your mind alone can be enough. I'll retype the poem sometime to, for posterity, since it's all over the place here... along with an appointment happening 2:00-2:30 and some other odds and ends.
Wordsworth? No. Whitman? Perhaps not. Forgive us, we were eighteen and we were high.
What better way to start the new year than by adding a brand new collection to our gallery, and from an artist so close to our hearts? Join us in welcoming our very own, as they say, Abby Del Greco to the merry band of artists who generously share some of their work online here.
by Abby Del Greco
Previously I had subscribed to The New Yorker, but let it lapse, not being able to quite keep up. I still sometimes stumble on links to the excellent magazines's website when reading news on my phone, like the link that took me here:
The irony! Paywalls are part of what makes the Internet no (or less) fun. Amiright?
It's not that I oppose paywalls. I understand the cost of journalism, and writers deserve to make a living. Spare me that lecture. It's more that I'm nostalgic for the early Internet, like I imagine the author of that New Yorker article might be, had I been able to easily read it. Or perhaps paywalls aren't mentioned at all. Let me know, if you subscribe.
The website you're reading now is an artifact from an earlier Internet. It is November 2023 as I write this, but in 1998 we first lit up this domain, when banner ads were the worst scourge the web had to offer (and they couldn't track you). A lot has changed since then. We've always avoided loading third party advertising into your browser, chasing you around with cookies, and the like. The experience of being here should not be sullied by such things, or affected by capital interests, to my mind.
It reminds me of how a friend responded once, as I observed her reading tarot cards, and remarked at the money she could make in doing so.
Serving The Revolution by Douglas Wheeler
This play is a farce based on the 1975 Portuguese Revolution that was first produced by the UNH Playwrights in April of 1998.
Mind Mined Ventures, LLC is proud to introduce its latest endeavor, Violet Botanicals, your source for handcrafted salves, balms and serums to nurture your body, as our motto goes, with nature.
With all natural products, value is defined as much by what they do not contain as by what they do. Take comfort that Violet Botanicals uses no parabens, phthalates, petroleum jelly (petrolatum), mineral oil, artificial fragrances, synthetic fragrances, artificial colors or dyes, sulfates (such as SLS or SLES), silicones, PEGs (polyethylene glycols), formaldehyde-releasing preservatives, triclosan, harsh chemicals, alcohol, synthetic fillers, GMOs, talc, soy, palm oil, nanoparticles, artificial emulsifiers, artificial stabilizers, artificial flavorings, hormones, steroids, or antibiotics.
We also don't test on animals, because we like them almost as much as we like plants.
Ever have a set of booty-shakin' earworms dance their way into your head? That's what happened to me when the boys from Set In Stone came by the studio to play a few of their newer numbers. These songs will stick in your brain like groovy peanut butter. I challenge anyone to play these tunes more than a couple times without busting out some moves in the privacy of your homes.
The violin is a beautiful instrument. A triumph in the blend of form and function. Wouldn't you like one? We have a number for sale at the moment, including this fine fiddle (pictured).
Bring some more music into your life. Inquire here.
We imagine the readership of an indie arts site (is that what this is?) might not be dropping by for tech bro styled rantings, so wisely or foolishly, we publish mine as Notez over on... gag... the Microsoft-owned Github Pages. As much as I hate to point this out, I've gone and done it, and thoroughly bummed myself out.
But fear not! Intellectual freedom waits just around the corner. As you will read in Notez, robots are on the verge of enjoying the fruits of the information revolution, and we can at least live vicariously through them, generating images of paradise with which to hypnotize ourselves. And that's the optimistic scenario. The Terminator flicks are probably closer to the truth. Circle the wagons, humanity.
good luck!
Long overdue perhaps, but better late than never, we've finally put together a website to represent Marc Del Greco's long career in music. Head on over to Arjuna Recording & Publishing for songs never before released in digital format.
the Arjuna logo
Proper religions have their relics. These are objects such as a shriveled bishop's hand, the skull of a nun... that type of thing. Ideally they should be items weathered by time, and musty. People should look upon them with confused wonder.
We have our relics too, thankfully of a less morbid nature, which hopefully disqualifies us as a religion. Pictured below is our Magna Carta document, our stone tablet... these notepad pages, bearing the letterhead of the hospital my stepfather worked for in Massachusetts, on which Jeff and I first jotted down a poem called "The Mind Mined" in 1993. The poem became an idea for an acting company, then became an idea for a summerstock program, and ultimately became a kind of label for releasing independent art projects and happenings.
it's not a bishop's hand, but it's something
It's really a shame that "...A Dialog Between Pals" never got produced officially, but maybe something staged in your mind alone can be enough. I'll retype the poem sometime to, for posterity, since it's all over the place here... along with an appointment happening 2:00-2:30 and some other odds and ends.
Wordsworth? No. Whitman? Perhaps not. Forgive us, we were eighteen and we were high.
What better way to start the new year than by adding a brand new collection to our gallery, and from an artist so close to our hearts? Join us in welcoming our very own, as they say, Abby Del Greco to the merry band of artists who generously share some of their work online here.
by Abby Del Greco
Previously I had subscribed to The New Yorker, but let it lapse, not being able to quite keep up. I still sometimes stumble on links to the excellent magazines's website when reading news on my phone, like the link that took me here:
The irony! Paywalls are part of what makes the Internet no (or less) fun. Amiright?
It's not that I oppose paywalls. I understand the cost of journalism, and writers deserve to make a living. Spare me that lecture. It's more that I'm nostalgic for the early Internet, like I imagine the author of that New Yorker article might be, had I been able to easily read it. Or perhaps paywalls aren't mentioned at all. Let me know, if you subscribe.
The website you're reading now is an artifact from an earlier Internet. It is November 2023 as I write this, but in 1998 we first lit up this domain, when banner ads were the worst scourge the web had to offer (and they couldn't track you). A lot has changed since then. We've always avoided loading third party advertising into your browser, chasing you around with cookies, and the like. The experience of being here should not be sullied by such things, or affected by capital interests, to my mind.
It reminds me of how a friend responded once, as I observed her reading tarot cards, and remarked at the money she could make in doing so.
Serving The Revolution by Douglas Wheeler
This play is a farce based on the 1975 Portuguese Revolution that was first produced by the UNH Playwrights in April of 1998.
