Descriptions

Descriptions of modern life always cheer me up:

"Life is slow dying" (Nothing To Be Said, Philip Larkin)
A really good poem, I didn't realise its gravity until today.

Clov: He's crying.

Hamm: Then he's living. Did you ever have an instant of happiness?

Clov: Not to my knowledge.

(Endgame, Samuel Beckett)

An excerpt from The Reprise of Dodoism:

A: Why does that matter? Why does the fact that you got tripped and jeered at and beaten, just smacked in my opinion, lead you to think you had a bad day? If I did the same to you tomorrow, and the day after, and the rest of the week, would you moan about it as you just did? No, you would thank the heavens when it didn't drop on Chicken Little's head. You would begin to think: wait, the tripping and jeering and beating does not make me a sad person. I choose to feel upset about what happens around me, and hence label my day 'terrible', 'the worst', or what have you. If you'd just choose otherwise.

Q: It's starting to rain.

A (sadly) : I know.

tutors

They're both middle-aged doctrate holders. D.R. One was conveying his excitement for Heavy Metal Machine (Smashing Pumpkins, FF enlightened me) to an avid fan of Lou Reed halfway during seminar yesterday, while the other belted out "Wake up kids /We've got the dreamers disease" just now (New Radicals, whew I got this one).

whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?

how do you stop murder of 30 000 from your coffin cage?

does anybody know the way to Atlantis?

the danger of rhetoric is getting lost in it, and never waking.

umoja

Yesterday saw our very last concert for the year...noooo!
filled with an unwillingness to part

from them. The Umoja Gospel Choir.

Every Thursday (barring the flu bug) for the past 2 years has been filled with 2 hours of note-coordination, joking banter, the mutual struggle for harmonic resonance, playful tunes from Sound of Music during break-time, stressful before-performance tension, uplifting soulfulness that put a rhythm back in the week, walks home after practice in dejected "we can't put it together", sessions when four become one, miraculously pulling it off and getting a rousing response (and participation!) from the audience, giving the congratulatory high-five and grin and thumbs-up after successful we are marching in the light of God and hallelujah for the joy.

the greedy sister looks at her brother's parisian food with covetousness
last week

me and my favourite brother :)

there's no place like home there's no place like home there's no place...

shucks. didn't work. I need red high-heels. gracie? :p

My Obssessive Compulsive Order ( I refuse to acknowledge I have a disorder) has returned (or rather, I have returned to it), so I constantly check, re-check, re-re-check...but then what gives me the idea I will get it at 11pm? useless

Hemorrhage is 81 on my list of 'recently played' so at least I've come that far. =) Honestly, I've forgotten the reason for previous repetition...ah, now I remember. But it has become a distant memory, like afflictions big and small, and this one was but a nick.

Try some happy songs (funny, the moment you say happy it loses some of it's meaning) - one step at a time, one hope then another, who know where this road may go? yes, let this be a sign, let this road be mine, let it lead me to my past, and bring me home at last...

I actually can't wait to watch Tristan and Isolde. Found out it is an adaptation of Thomas Malory's (15th century) Le Morte Darthur, an Arthurian romance alongside the love triangle of King Arthur, Guinevere and Sir Lancelot. The movie also features Gavin Degraw's We Belong Together (he was in London last nov. but tickets were sold out fast, then went on sale on ebay for a hundred pounds, dang)
more (see trailer and mv; the series of pics when u first open the site totally obscures the storyline)

MIA til monday!

good stuff!
The Great Pretender (by the Jon Frederick Band), Kingdom Hearts style!

ecdysis

We are separate. Between stands a thin withered screen
Alice's mirror, though in that glass lie a thousand oceans
Now, you think the image above the mantel is me
But you're mistaken
As you stare into the eyes of what you want to see

I am not so distant as to have deserted you
Though you will berate me for my cruel heart
Mariner will I play and bless
From my cold lofty perch behind bars

Because I have left a film-cracked membrane behind
When you used to beat me til my heart bled
When you bound me so I could not shed

You will not penetrate our Chinese silk screen.


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management

you're kidding, right?

today's reading:

Matthew 5:43-48
Jesus said to his disciples: "You have learnt how it was said: You must love your neighbour and hate your enemy. But I say this to you: love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you; in this way you will be sons of your Father in heaven, for he causes the sun to rise on bad men as well as good, and his rain to fall on honest and dishonest men alike. For if you love those who love you, what right have you to claim any credit? Even the tax collectors do as much, do they not? And if you save your greetings for your brothers, are you doing anything exceptional? Even the pagans do as much, do they not? You must therefore be perfect just as your heavenly Father is perfect."

how do we walk the line that speaks up for injustice while loving the perpetrators?

I'm going to play Hemorrhage until the word 'hypocrite' comes unstuck in my head.

There really is no point fuming against a mask of lies. If anything, I'm just giving it the fuel to breed contempt. But what does one do with the hideous rising cauldron? Shout "Woe to you, you hypocrites!", or proclaim ""But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you". It's so much easier to toot the tooting toot. But easy does not always lead to the truth.

As I watched the prosecution of John Procter I felt bile rising to my throat. Persecution, death, injustice, built on the lies of an imagined witch-hunt. The worst part was knowing the events took place, and 19 from Salem died because they refused to pronounce an allegiance to Satan, a proclamation that would have saved their own lives. So they held fast to the Truth, no matter who else knew it. And then, so did one famous man before them.

Will you die for the truth?Will I?

don't fall away and leave me to myself

don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands

inspiring. the man, the music.

the video. full circle of life

scabs fall off sometime

same difference!

either I can't make up my mind, or my mind was already made up from the start

FF cooks yummy intoxicating pasta...thanks gal for doing the same tonight! Last night we re-lived 1998 by watching The X-Files and smouldering ScMuldering