What if - now go with me here, this is kind of crazy - what if - and I know how this is going to sound - what if we're not - look, I can hardly believe I'm saying this - what if we're not living in a television show or even a movie? I know, right? It's just crazy, but there it is. I can't shake this feeling that this is all *real*, you know? That it might even be bad for us to explain this real life using the plots of television shows and movies. Like, maybe we should, I don't know, life life straight with no chaser. Who knows? This lived life could then help us understand television shows and movies. If I really wanted to go completely off the rails I would say there is a stark difference between life and a work of art, that life never has the completeness, the sense of timelessness, of a great film or even a great television show (there have been only a few of these, and sadly, The Handmaid's Tale isn't one of them). But no, you're right, these are the warblings of a mind under strain from overwork and time spent away from the comforts of home. This is a time of national crisis. It has to be. Movies and television shows tell us it is. They tell us that dark forces are encircling us even now, dark forces that will create a dystopia we can binge watch through our living room windows.
Endlessly Rocking
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Monday, September 14, 2020
playing along with the Prologue (which isn't a prologue) to the Gospel of John
Here we have John 1.3. Please pardon the rough translations, which are hardly original or interesting; I'm just trying to work things out.
All things through him came into being, and without him nothing came into
being. That which has come into being in him was life, and life was light of
humankind... (πάντα δι᾽αὐτοῦ ἐγένετο, καὶ χωρὶς αὐτοῦ ἐγένετο οὐδὲ ἕν. ὃ
γέγονεν ἐν αὐτῷ ζωὴ ἦν καὶ ἡ ζωὴ ἦν τὸ φῶς τῶν ἀνθρώπων…);
or,
All
things through him came into being/were made, and without him nothing came into
being which has come into being. In him was life, and life was the light of
humankind... (πάντα δι᾽αὐτοῦ ἐγένετο, καὶ χωρὶς αὐτοῦ ἐγένετο οὐδὲ ἕν ὃ
γέγονεν. ἐν αὐτῷ ζωὴ ἦν καὶ ἡ ζωὴ ἦν τὸ φῶς τῶν ἀνθρώπων…).
So much hangs on the placement of a period. For what it's worth, to my ear the
second makes more sense. Come to think of it, though, if you have Robert
Grosseteste's De Luce in mind, the former begins to make more and more
sense. For Grosseteste, light, as in a pure, metaphysical light enlivening all
that was and is to come into being, was the first created substance. He even
conceives of what we might call a singularity of light that then expands in all
directions instantaneously (that last point is perhaps a matter of
interpretation). So it's possible to say that 'What came into being in him
(Jesus, the Logos) was life, and life was the light of humankind.'
venus calling...
It being a long hot summer, the surprising news might have escaped your attention. There appear to be traces of molecules in the atmosphere of Venus, molecules that should not be there. Before any of us get too excited, we should realize that this could be the result of odd photochemical reactions we don't understand. That said, one real possibility is that these molecules, called phosphines, could be traces or echoes of life, at least at the cellular level. Odd to say, these phosphines seem to be riding currents some thirty miles above the surface of Venus, a surface that is about as inhospitable as you can imagine apart from the very real vacuum of space itself. One article I read (I didn't copy the link) suggested that these phosphine molecules could be the last remnants of a biosphere that once thrived a billion years ago. That's possible, as Venus isn't so different from earth, except for all the ways it is different. The pressure at the surface is like that found at ocean depths of 900m, and the surface temperature is about 740K, or about 860 degrees American. Why is it so hot you ask? The pressure for one thing, but mostly because the atmosphere is 98% carbon dioxide. So, I don't know if Venus has an atmospheric biosphere, or if we've detected the molecular echoes of life long extinct, or if it's simply a chemical anomaly. I do know that I have an interest in heat, pressure, and CO2.
Friday, August 21, 2020
a thought...
Whatever it is that we call 'mystical' is ingredient in the Christian life itself. Mystical must remain undefined at this point.
karma karma karma...
'He kicked his dog so a tree fell on his house. Karma!'
Look, I don't believe in Karma, but if you're going to talk about it, at least try to be in the vicinity of kind of getting it right.
Y'all don't even know you're on the Wheel of Samsara, suffering birth death and rebirth world without end, and yet you're out there talking about Karma. Y'all are just so totally ignorant of Krishna/Vishnu's disinterested creative destructive compassion for all beings because they don't really exist yet they do. And don't get me started about how this is all Brahma's dream - that would fry your world. But then, none of you want to stay in your lane and do what it requires. Y'all just want to be free to be whatever. Boy will that just keep all y'all on the Wheel of suffering until he wakes up (though he neither sleeps nor wakes) and this dream comes to an end.
That, my friends, is Karma.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
war and rumors of war...
It would remain a small, regional scuffle, right? I mean, Russia would probably steer clear on principle, and Germany is unlikely to intervene even if the story of Merkle's fictional phone calls does cause a little embarrassment. Germans, after all, don't fight wars anymore. They peacefully sell weapons. They're a force for good really. Anyway, where was I?
Thursday, July 16, 2020
i'm begging you...
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
it's been a while...
So welcome! I hope you stay a while, because I intend to return to my old habit of posting regularly about any and all matters that strike my fancy. It isn't 2007, or even 2012, and Blogging in Blogdom ain't what it used to be. In fact, this is, oddly, about the most retro thing I can think to do on Teh Interwebs as we now know them. That makes it all the more compelling for me. So, I'll keep writing though I doubt anyone's around. It'll be good for me, and really now, isn't that the most important thing.
So peace out, keep your distance, and for God's sake, where a mask, especially when going to the bank.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
graven images in the commons...
Sunday, August 13, 2017
a poem revisited...
Today I’ll go outside
leave the house as if for the first time
hear again snow under foot
see my breath again fog the crisp air
yes today I’ll go outside
leave the house as if for the first time
today I’ll go outside
see blue sky as if for the first time
feel again warm sun on my face
aslant mixed with the sting of the cold
yes today I’ll go outside
see blue sky as if for the first time
today I’ll go outside
hear folks talk as if for the first time
hear all the old neighbors talk
strangers talk while nursing their tea
yes today I’ll go outside
hear folks talk as if for the first time
those who won’t hear snow
under foot see blue sky feel again sun
on their face while the voices ring on
regret regret as I go outside
leave the house as if for the first time
Friday, March 31, 2017
this inspires my inspirational inspirations...
Hope you're feeling motivated to do something.
Friday, February 17, 2017
a poem...
that still tosses nations about like motes in an April windstorm.
Friday, January 6, 2017
Thursday, January 5, 2017
yeah, it's the Guardian, but still...
Though it count for nothing, I must say no, this man is not 'the first woman to serve' on the frontline. He's a man, serving on the front line while suffering from the delusion that he is a woman. That several venerable institutions have colluded in supporting this man's delusions is irrelevant to the question at hand. As for the man in question, frankly, he's not my problem, but I'm not going to look into the night and call it day.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
i hear the humanities are dying...
Friday, October 14, 2016
'o the humanity!'...
This could have been avoided if those in charge had watched enough classic television:
Thursday, October 13, 2016
reading the news...
Make fearful musters, and prepared defence,
Whiles the big year, swollen with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant War,
And no such matter?
Henry IV, Part 2.
let's try this again...
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
an aside...
tradecraft...
a heartfelt query...
Monday, October 3, 2016
another revision, because i sometimes show my work...
When he reached the revolving door, he stopped, smiled slightly, said to himself, So this is how it is, and walked into the light of midday.
a story, revised...
He watched the other leave, finished his drink, then all unhurried wrote something on a napkin. He left it with some money on the bar, carefully stood and slowly walked across the nearly empty space, admiring once more the high ceiling with its intricate designs.
When he reached the revolving door, he stopped, smiled slightly, said to himself, So this is how it is, and walked into the light of midday.
a story...
With that, he opened the door and walked into the light of midday.
Friday, September 16, 2016
a poser...
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
a story...
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
something for this here election...
'In offering to you, my countrymen, these counsels of an old and affectionate friend, I dare not hope they will make the strong and lasting impression I could wish; that they will control the usual current of the passions, or prevent our nation from running the course which has hitherto marked the destiny of nations. But, if I may even flatter myself that they may be productive of some partial benefit, some occasional good; that they may now and then recur to moderate the fury of party spirit, to warn against the mischiefs of foreign intrigue, to guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism; this hope will be a full recompense for the solicitude for your welfare, by which they have been dictated,' George Washington's Farewell Address.
Friday, March 11, 2016
electionisticalnexcitementnpunditry
Monday, March 7, 2016
a translation...
Friday, February 26, 2016
today's fun thought...
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
rambling rambles about nothing at all...
So like, yeah, I need to start exercising again.
nothing to see here...
it's like christmas has come early...
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
thoughts on this here election cycle...
Have a nice day.
Monday, February 22, 2016
a poem...
streaks out of sight along a garden path.