What would the world be, once bereft of wet and wildness?
Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
-- Gerard Manley Hopkins
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
cartography
onward Christian soldiers
Luce is forty-five, his brown hair floppy, his lips pouty. On the screens above the stage, his green eyes blink furiously. "The devil hates us," he exhorts, "and we gotta be ready to fight and not be these passive little lukewarm, namby-pamby, kum-ba-yah, thumb-sucking babies that call themselves Christians. Jesus? He got mad!" Luce considers most evangelicals too soft, too ready to pass off as piety their preference for a bland suburban lifestyle. He hates what he sees as the weakness of "accepting" Christ, of "trusting" the Lord. "I want an attacking church!" he shouts, his normally smooth tones raw and desperate and alarming. He isn't just looking for followers -- he wants "stalkers" who'll bring a criminal passion to their pursuit of godliness.BattleCry's enemies are "queers and communists, feminists and Muslims...and the entire American cultural apparatus of marketing and merchandising, the 'techno-terrorists' of mass media, doing to the morality of a generation what Osama bin Laden did to the Twin Towers."
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
then to now
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
R.I.P. Kurt Vonnegut Jr. 1923-2007
The New York Times article is here. Rolling Stone had a great interview here. But for me, I'm going to pull out my old dogeared copy of God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater and raise a glass to one of my favorite literary rebels. Although some of his works were just plain weird, I'll never forget the delicious weirdness of Billy Pilgrim's shattered life in Slaughterhouse Five, a book which spoke to me at a young age when I was wrestling with my own ideas of fate and free will and just who in the hell am I? I always enjoyed Vonnegut's ability to pull these deep themes out of such hilariously bizarre settings. I also loved that I knew I was reading a book that had been banned from the Montgomery Academy high school library.
So goodbye Mr. Vonnegut. I hope you and Kilgore Trout and a couple of Tralfamadorians are relaxing somewhere in the fourth dimension, sipping tea and watching the fires.
so it goes.
(p.s.: great interview with Kurt here.)
when all else fails, there's always delusion
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
sacred variety
the new math
- Fund the EPA for 100 years
- Form 17 more Departments of Education
- Form 169 more National Science Foundations
- Form 199 more National Cancer Institutes
- Mail a check for more than $3,000 to every man, woman and child in the United States
- Send a check for more than $150 to every human being on earth
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
naturalism v. supernaturalism, part II
oh really
Monday, April 09, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
nice app
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
yes
Keep it in your own
Sweet head
And shine it when the night is
Burning red
Shine it in the twilight
Shine it on the cold, cold ground
Shine it till these walls
Come tumbling down
We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope now
Can you tell me why
Time after time they drag you down
Down in the darkest deep
Fools and their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep
Step into the silence
Take it in your own
Two hands
And scatter it like diamonds
All across these lands
Blaze it in the morning
Wear it like an iron skin
Only things worth living for are
Innocence and magic, amen
We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope now
Can you tell me why
Time after time they drag you down
Down in the darkest deep
Fools and their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep
We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope now
Can you tell me why
Time after time they drag you down
Down in the talk so cheap
Fools and their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep
Know that the light don't sleep
David Gray - Silver Lining
oh Alabama
Monday, April 02, 2007
A paycheck
Another Enya album
Harrowing bout of alcoholism
All-consuming sense of artistic self-importance that lasts throughout adolescence but gradually dissipates as he matures
Way with words
Print of Thomas Kinkade painting with "DEATH TO PHILISTINES" scrawled in blood across calm, pastoral setting
An MBA degree
Unfiltered cigarettes, jazz music, new suit
Bowl of fruit on a simple wooden table in the morning, with soft light from an open window
Fresh rhymez
Some of those big black pants that Goths wear with all the chains and spikes
A life