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
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine..
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
of course
- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun (Knopf)
- Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss (Grove/Atlantic)
- Dave Eggers, What is the What (McSweeney's)
- Richard Ford, The Lay of the Land (Knopf)
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road (Knopf)
Monday, March 26, 2007
displacing negativity, anyone?
Friday, March 23, 2007
fiction, fact
Thursday, March 22, 2007
google maps for heaven
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
frightening
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
gravity is still just a THEORY
a history of violence: Jerusalem & Baghdad
poem of the day
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.
Not in July or any month
have I had the pleasure--if it is a pleasure--
of fishing on the Susquehanna.
I am more likely to be found
in a quiet room like this one--
a painting of a woman on the wall,
a bowl of tangerines on the table--
trying to manufacture the sensation
of fishing on the Susquehanna.
There is little doubt
that others have been fishing
on the Susquehanna,
rowing upstream in a wooden boat,
sliding the oars under the water
then raising them to drip in the light.
But the nearest I have ever come to
fishing on the Susquehanna
was one afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia
when I balanced a little egg of time
in front of a painting
in which that river curled around a bend
under a blue cloud-ruffled sky,
dense trees along the banks,
and a fellow with a red bandanna
sitting in a small, green
flat-bottom boat
holding the thin whip of a pole.
That is something I am unlikely
ever to do, I remember
saying to myself and the person next to me.
Then I blinked and moved on
to other American scenes
of haystacks, water whitening over rocks,
even one of a brown hare
who seemed so wired with alertness
I imagined him springing right out of the frame.
-- Billy Collins
wear your padded shorts
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Landmark 1st Amendent case before U.S. Supreme Court
"The most important student free-speech conflict to reach the Supreme Court since the height of the Vietnam War hinges on a somewhat absurd, vaguely offensive, mostly nonsensical message of protest.Thanks Alice!Bong Hits 4 Jesus.
That is the slogan that a defiant high school student named Joseph Frederick fashioned with a 14-foot piece of paper and a $3 roll of duct tape. His goal was partly to get on TV as the Olympic torch passed through his town of Juneau, Alaska, and mostly to get under the skin of his disciplinarian principal, Deborah Morse, with whom he had a running feud.
"To me, it's absurdly funny," Frederick, now 23, said in a recent conference call with reporters organized by the ACLU. "The phrase was not important. I wasn't trying to say anything about religion. I wasn't trying to say anything about drugs. I was just trying to say something. I wanted to use my right to free speech, and I did it."
people are so weird
Hipster chick: ... And I'm like, 'I love you.' And he's like, 'Get away from me.' I think he's just afraid of commitment.--7th Ave
Overheard by: Regina DeorumWoman to friends: Who needs a boyfriend when you've got a dog who farts?
--Max Brenner, Broadway, between 13th & 14th
Suit on cell: You shouldn't feel bad for the boy who cried uterine trouble.
--A train
Overheard by: SueHobo sitting on ground cleaning a trumpet, to hot lady passerby: Hey, don't fucking look at me -- I'm too old for you!
--51st & 2nd
Overheard by: Outlaw
Thursday, March 15, 2007
revolt
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
histrionic ahistory
UPDATE: It appears that just about everyone in Iran has a problem with the film as well.
Monday, March 12, 2007
quote of the day
-- Galileo Galilei

