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Feb. 16th, 2010


silence, exile, cunning

(via http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=503)

A scene from Benny & Joon. Here, Johnny Depp imitates Chaplin's bread rolls dance routine from The Gold Rush.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBafYlgSCXs&feature=related: Great scene! Commendable routine by Mr. Depp, augmented by his... how would i say this without sounding creepy... delightful bodaciousness.

Over the long weekend, I was encumbered by the Herculean task of actually finishing something (to assume 'I Started Something I Couldn't Finish' by The Smiths is in any way related to my task completion report, is to know me). I found ways to procrastinate (refer to the links above and the quote below). I would like to point out that James Joyce did best me. He has a distinctive style which is not always easy to follow, especially when you are reading to escape from doing work. Maybe I am a masochist but I liked the book and here is a quote:

You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can, and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use... silence, exile, and cunning.

~ A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce

Feb. 13th, 2010


her own new world

These are uncertain times.

(via http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/post/383117068/garfield-minus-garfield-the-book)

Sleep is hard to come by. Good sleep is almost out of the question.

We can try, but when it gets trying... what do we do? We pray our friends still stick around to hear us talk about how trying it all is.  We hope that we get out of it just fine. We bank on that hope, don't we? Here's to that investment, that its dividends bring us a better tomorrow. A reason to enjoy the here and now, enough to (almost) forget about tomorrow :)

Feb. 11th, 2010


no room for your stuff

"Down these mean streets a man must walk, he thought. And along some of them he will break into a run."

~ Sourcery, Terry Pratchett

(The ever inimitable and wise Terry Pratchett, folks!)

Here are other words of wisdom, from a man I adore:

Feb. 10th, 2010


order some golf shoes...

It begins with the king as a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. Now while he is spending the night alone he's visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the holy grail, symbol of God's divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, "You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men." But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but invincible, like God, so he reached into the fire to take the grail, and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded.

Now as this boy grew older, his wound grew deeper. Until one day, life for him lost its reason. He had no faith in any man, not even himself. He couldn't love or feel loved. He was sick with experience. He began to die. One day a fool wandered into the castle and found the king alone. And being a fool, he was simple minded, he didn't see a king. He only saw a man alone and in pain. And he asked the king, "What ails you friend?" The king replied, "I'm thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat". So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, filled it with water and handed it to the king. As the king began to drink, he realized his wound was healed. He looked in his hands and there was the holy grail, that which he sought all of his life. And he turned to the fool and said with amazement, "How can you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?" And the fool replied, "I don't know. I only knew that you were thirsty."

The Story of the Fisher King, The Fisher King

p.s. Click on the link above to listen to the story as told by Robin Williams/Perry.

Feb. 6th, 2010


the surface simplicity

"It's not meant to be a strife / It's not meant to be a struggle uphill... / You're trying too hard / Surrender."

Undo, Björk

Reader, I have not chosen to write in a long time and I don't intend to, even now. There is simply too much to say and too little intrepidity to put these thoughts down - where I can see them, where you can see them. I thought I might (at great risk, might I add) come by and say a sorta hello which would only surreptitiously allude to the difficulty I have been facing, of late - falling asleep every night. So hello, enjoy the song and "good night".

About tomorrow:

(via http://comics.com/pearls_before_swine/2009-11-08/)

Dec. 27th, 2009


the rape of the muse

"few men can sustain the life of pure reason for more than very brief periods."

it might bode well to subscribe less to the Irrational and its ilk, and instead, ruminate on Reason and Rationality for the new year.
wishing everyone a reasonable new year :)

Apr. 22nd, 2009


another parable

I've seen it all, I have seen the trees,
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I've seen a man killed by his best friend,
And lives that were over before they were spent.
I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!
I'm happy to say I had better to do
What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?
All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!

And the man you will marry?
The home you will share?
To be honest, I really don't care...

You've never been to Niagara Falls?
I have seen water, it's water, that's all...
The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?
My pulse was as high on my very first date!
Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?
To be honest, I really don't care...

I've seen it all, I've seen the dark
I've seen the brightness in one little spark.
I've seen what I choose and I've seen what I need,
And that is enough, to want more would be greed.
I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You've seen it all and all you have seen
You can always review on your own little screen
The light and the dark, the big and the small
Just keep in mind - you need no more at all
You've seen what you were and know what you'll be
You've seen it all - there is no more to see!

~ I've seen it all, Björk

For you, for me :)

Feb. 1st, 2009


and the complications you could do without

it's a confirmation for your imagination
this type of situation goes on and on
what to do, how to see
when every little thing seems to get in my way

well i can't breathe
and i wish that you couldn't take your eyes off me
but it's never easy as it seems, is it?
please, softly before i scream
breathe, breathe, breathe

say you adore me
what good could you be for me
and after i'm gone, wondering where you went wrong
'cause you're only taking inches when i'm giving you miles
did you figure that maybe i wasn't worth your while?

well i can't breathe
and i wish that you couldn't take your eyes off me
but it's never easy as it seems, is it?
please, softly before i scream
breathe, breathe, breathe

'cause where you got me is where you want me
where you had me but you left me

and let this go on for so long
got me where you want me
where you had me but you left me
and let this go on for so long

Breathe (Softly Before I Scream), Tristan Prettyman

p.s. I had forgotten about this little piece of the Internet. Don't let these song lyrics fool you. I am feeling a lot more miserable than these lyrics suggest. Heh heh heh. Happy New Year!

Dec. 25th, 2008


happy christmas!

A message about hope, on this day:

"In the struggle for existence, it is only on those who hang on for ten minutes after all is hopeless, that hope begins to dawn."

~ G.K. Chesterton

And hope is a gift too, yes? Then, I hope and plan to be surprised in the days to come. The night is darkest just before the dawn, right? I plan to be surprised. Here is wishing all a new year filled with divine hope for blessings and surprises. Our cups runneth over with the gift of patience to believe in good things, everyday. 

The ice is thin enough for walkin'
The rope is worn enough to climb
My throat is dry enough for talkin'
The world is crumblin' but I know why
The world is crumblin' but I know why

The storm is wild enough for sailing
The bridge is weak enough to cross
This body frail enough for fighting
I'm home enough to know I'm lost
Home enough to know I'm lost

It's just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places

It's just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight

The land unfit enough for planting
Barren enough to conceive
Poor enough to gain the treasure
Enough a cynic to believe
Enough a cynic to believe

Confused enough to know direction

The sun eclipsed enough to shine
Be still enough to finally tremble
And see enough to know I'm blind
And see enough to know I'm blind

Should the world rely on faith tonight

Faith Enough, Jars of Clay

Dec. 13th, 2008


shoddy cursive

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
'Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

A Beautiful Mess, Jason Mraz

p.s. This is how I would want a man to see me, as if he understands... or at least, accepts I can be all those things and loves me the more for it. Just putting it out there. Juste.

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