October 2010
9 posts
Staring up at the sky today, I thought I saw a face. Made of clouds and the blue sky between them, one eye and half a mouth seemed to smile softly at my vain attempts to catch The Fastest Pet Rabbit God Ever Created.
For a whole ten seconds I was comforted by the idea that He was pleased with me today. And had sent me a little cloud picture to inform me (Matthew 3:17 anyone?). But then i came to...
So much is going on in our lives right now that is uncertain, unresolved. It’s like we’re juggling and all of the balls are in the air and we’re just waiting for them to come back down. But they haven’t. They’re just up there, somewhere, and we can’t see them. But we can’t move our hands, because then the balls will fall. We just have to hold them out, waiting. And sometimes, my hands get tired....
Deadwy Hashshashin!
The origins of this Arabic word date back to the ninth century, when an Islamic sect was led to overthrow the Suni Muslims. Yemeni Shiite Hasan-I Sabbah was the founder of the group and set about his mission by targeting the enemies’ leaders. The group was given the name Hashshashin, meaning hashish-eaters, and was converted into English in 1603 as “assassin”.
“Admirable performers take pride in neither strength nor weakness nor the...”
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Homage to the Frequent Flyers
Airports are important and revealing.
They are dystopian microcosms of a possible future society. The necessity of safety requires that they be systems of human control which only elevate the stress of their transient occupiers. Airports’ promise travel, exploration and excitement but endlessly break that promise with their stale, tedious pressure.
They are intense and overwhelming environments....
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous...
September 2010
11 posts
