Following up on an earlier blog, during my travels through the blogosphere I can't help but notice how many of these new-born/new-found Christian chicks are really hot...I mean, it is a far greater percentage than that of the goth chicks or sensitive poetry chicks or new soccer mom chicks. Anyway, I just found it curious is all.
Notice: If you found the above message offensive, please note that the message says more about it's utterer than it's subject. And it also says more about the offended person than the subject represented. In fact, it says almost nothing at all about it's subject. This is a reality that most of us are unable to comprehend. And if we could, there'd be lots less self-righteous anger and violence around.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Fault
Three ways to discover our faults: ask a friend; ask an enemy; recognise a fault in others.
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Friday, May 20, 2005
Music Of The Spheres
Music, music, music. If only I had the talent I would be playing some weird combination of Crimson, GYBE, David Sylvian, Shakti, The Hip and Zeppelin with a hint of interstellar space or maybe early Tangerine Dream and a dash of Miles. I think I need to get me a keyboard and just start creating sounds.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
An Uncommon Affliction
“…they were very cheerful and friendly and I avoided them strenuously.”
An Unexpected Light
- Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 394.
An uncommon affliction. I seem to do the same, preferring even more so to be by myself most of the time. Or at least to be in silence even while next to someone. “I’m not afraid of your silences,” she said to me and I fell in love and married her.
An Unexpected Light
An uncommon affliction. I seem to do the same, preferring even more so to be by myself most of the time. Or at least to be in silence even while next to someone. “I’m not afraid of your silences,” she said to me and I fell in love and married her.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
The Story So Far
“…a journey was a kind of story in itself, providing one had the will to read it, just as a story too could be a journey, providing one had the experience to bring to it, and both found their mark differently in different people.”
An Unexpected Light
- Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 290.
An Unexpected Light
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
The Self Made Man
“He is not concerned with acquiring powers but of uncovering something already within.”
Jason Elliot on a Sufi. An Unexpected Light
- Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 270.
Jason Elliot on a Sufi. An Unexpected Light
Monday, May 16, 2005
Guitarzan
Robert Fripp was born today (in 1946 I think).
I thank his parents (both natural and spiritual) for his music and his writings.
Happy Brithday!
I thank his parents (both natural and spiritual) for his music and his writings.
Happy Brithday!
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Enriched
I had a conversation recently with a colleague on bringing value to our lives that doesn’t involve enriching our employer to our own psychic detriment.
Couldn't be done, we concluded.
And there, we just did it.
Couldn't be done, we concluded.
And there, we just did it.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Just Let Go
“Always there is this kind of suspense on a journey where you are both isolated and robbed of your own language. Under such conditions the means by which you make sense of things begins to be transformed; you can no longer rely on familiar signals but a cryptic sequence of tiny events, the pattern of which you sense more keenly as your isolation grows. It leads to a kind of parting of the ways; you either let go of your worries and put your faith in the natural unfolding of events or are plagued with anxieties which multiply as darkness falls.”
An Unexpected Light
- Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 191.
Just let go.
An Unexpected Light
Just let go.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Lose The Habit
"In ordinary life you know yourself from your surroundings, which become the measure and the mirror of your thoughts and actions. Remove the familiar and you are left with a stranger, the disembodied voice of one's own self which, robbed of its usual habits, seems barely recognizable."
An Unexpected Light
- Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 144.
We gain and gather these habits over a lifetime and from our ancestors, and do not even realize it. Lose the habits and find yourself.
An Unexpected Light
We gain and gather these habits over a lifetime and from our ancestors, and do not even realize it. Lose the habits and find yourself.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
...trust in the spirit of the journey...
"...trust in the spirit of the journey..."
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 80.
Sometimes you just have to let go and start walking.
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 80.
Sometimes you just have to let go and start walking.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Won't You Help Me Sing
Bob Marley died this day in 1981.
The impressive influence of his music
reached even my extremely northern and very cold high-school, about as far removed from the beaches of Jamaica (in a sense, as was Marley as well) as you could possibly get. That power, careening around and through the atmosphere or at least our hearts, must do something...
The impressive influence of his music
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Limits
"Ah", he replied solemnly, as if I had hit on a notion of importance. Then he lit a cigarette, and a coil of smoke spiralled upwards before his face. "If a man does not reach his limit," he pronounced, a flicker of enquiry surfacing into his eyes as if released from a great depth, "how can he discover the way to go beyond it?"
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 72.
Sometimes I read passages such as this and it makes me want to give up writing forever. Luckily I only stop for a short while.
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 72.
Sometimes I read passages such as this and it makes me want to give up writing forever. Luckily I only stop for a short while.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Staring
"...the faint sense of trespass implicit in the act of staring..."
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 4.
This was my own reaction to the veiled women of Syria and the strangers on the subway in Canada. No matter the goodwill intent behind the staring, it is still intentionally rude.
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 4.
This was my own reaction to the veiled women of Syria and the strangers on the subway in Canada. No matter the goodwill intent behind the staring, it is still intentionally rude.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Journeys Part 2
" I had in mind a quietly epic sort of journey..."
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 17.
Mine are all like that too. At least...in my mind...
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 17.
Mine are all like that too. At least...in my mind...
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Journeys
"...journeys are sparked from small and unlikely things rather than grand conviction."
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 4.
Could be true. A tale of lost love, a story about a street or river, a wall or mountain. A brief passage in a book such as...'When James left Ulan Bator, the winds had turned the skies pink'. The reader then wonders, why is the sky pink in Ulan Bator? I'd like to see this for myself. And off they go...
An Unexpected Light - Travels In Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Picador, London, 1999 - page 4.
Could be true. A tale of lost love, a story about a street or river, a wall or mountain. A brief passage in a book such as...'When James left Ulan Bator, the winds had turned the skies pink'. The reader then wonders, why is the sky pink in Ulan Bator? I'd like to see this for myself. And off they go...
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Moving Day
I was thinking today that government policy has made it far easier to move capital and goods (including drugs and money from drugs) than to move people between countries. What does that tell us about what is important to governments.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Monday, May 02, 2005
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Time Dilation
It was 100 years ago this year that Einstein published his theory of special relativity. One of the consequences of this theory is that as you get closer to moving at the speed of light, time slows down. This is also known as time dilation.
I once had a conversation with my spouse about time seeming to be going much faster for us since the children were born. It really does seem to go faster because, ironically, we're not taking the time to enjoy the time.
I;ve said it before and I'll probably go on saying it. In fact many, many others far cleverer than I have said it as well and in far superior ways. Live in the present moment. Make each second pass as though it were your last second and I guarantee you that time will slow down until it seems like forever. No need for a special spaceship.
I once had a conversation with my spouse about time seeming to be going much faster for us since the children were born. It really does seem to go faster because, ironically, we're not taking the time to enjoy the time.
I;ve said it before and I'll probably go on saying it. In fact many, many others far cleverer than I have said it as well and in far superior ways. Live in the present moment. Make each second pass as though it were your last second and I guarantee you that time will slow down until it seems like forever. No need for a special spaceship.
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