Xanga - Because the unexamined life is not worth living...
(ho de anexetastos bios ou biôtos anthrôpô)

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Iron and Wine - Passing Afternoon

Dedicated to Sunny, Wind-Blessed Summer Days and some of the most beautiful lyrics I've ever seen.

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

BRILLIANT

To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

"But mount to paradise/By the stairway of surprise..."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson, 'Merlin'

 


Monday, December 31, 2007

Can't wait for Jack Johnson's new CD, sleep through the static, to come out in February!


Tuesday, April 03, 2007

That Little Japanese Village Named Kyoto

 A line often attributed to G. K. Chesterton goes, "When a man ceases to believe in God, he doesn’t believe in nothing, he’ll believe in anything."

Mark Steyn's doomslaying ways and his scathing critique on Kyoto and what he calls 'Environmental Despotism' can be found here. You won't be able to find a better representation of the heartless small-c conservative approach to the environment anywhere. This article is an excellent piece from one of Canada's foremost Climate-holocaust deniers, and one of the best known western Canadian writers.

Editor's Note: Kyoto is not small, it's population is about 1.5 million, a bit smaller than Vancouver.


Monday, March 05, 2007

Lament for a Middle-Aged Geography

"Formerly, when the greater part of the earth's surface was undiscovered, and European vessels sailed only over their well-known routes from continent to continent, careful not to stray from the old path and fearing the dangers of unknown regions, the mere thought of these vast territories which had never been sighted by a European could fill the mind of geographers with ardent longing for extended knowledge; with the desire of unveiling the secrets of regions enlivened by imagination with figures of unknown animals and peoples..."
-Franz Boas

By the time I was born, Geography had become overshadowed by its children - geology, meteorology, antropo-geography, etc. Ah, to be an explorer, how it would have been.



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