Listening for happy news..

Listening for happy news doesn't make the bad stuff stop coming. It doesn't make the bad stuff sound better, or feel better, even a little bit.
It just lets it hit differently.
I don't know if that's better. It's.. a lost train of thought...

oy......rest in peace..
for all of us here
I can't believe I'm writing this..
.
.

Winspringter

Seasonal affect does include this season as well... and that suckkks. Not the weather, no; the disorder, yes, very much so. And the name, too.

after a two hour shut-eye I woke singin..

yes yes yes, paul & art, I knowww :')

Silent irRegularity and Life

He was learning a lot of new things. Some of them were things that he had already experienced, and weren't really new, but that he had never perceived before. And he hadn't perceived them because he had become accustomed to them.
- - - - - - - -
There was a moment of silence so profound that it seemed the city was asleep. No sound from the bazaars, no arguments among the merchants, no men climbing to the towers to chant.
No hope,
no adventure,
no old kings or Personal Legends,
no treasure, and no Pyramids.
It was as if the world had fallen silent because
the boy's soul had...
- - - - - - - -
"Because I don't live in either my past or my future. I'm interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man. (newsssflash) You'll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival... because life is the moment we're living right now."

Jolene Coelho

With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary (and with me and with you all day long, wherever we are) , they wind up becoming a part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.
- - - - - - -
People say strange things, the boy though. Sometimes it's better to be with the sheep, who don't say anything. And better still to be alone with one's books. They tell their incredible stories at the time when you want to hear them. But when you're talking to people, they say some things that are so strange that you don't know how to continue the conversation.
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"The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."

Tu vivi, e punito

by tenor Richard Croft... yea, just ignore the still picture... and listen..

I really like him.

posted with love for all the ones I love who might be in love ;)
hmm, debated between the lyrics of this one and "I'm only thinking of him..." also from Man of LaMancha soundtrack...totally different line of thought...I'll post that a diff time. Both are unavailable on radioblog:'( how sad.

Aldonza:
Why do you follow him?

Sancho:
That's easy to explain. It's because... a... because...

Aldonza:
Why?

Sancho:
(Singing)
I like him!
I really like him.
Tear out my fingernails one by one
I like him!

I don't have a very good reason
Since I've been with him cuckoonuts have been
In season!

But there is nothing I can do
Chop me up for onion stew
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I like him

Aldonza:
But what do you get out of it?

Sancho:
What do I get? Why already I've gotten... I've gotten-

Aldonza:
You've got nothing! Why do you do it?

Sancho:
. . .
(Singing)
I like him!
I really like him
Pluck me as a scolded chicken!
I like him!

Don't ask me for a why or wherefore
Since I don't have a very good because
Or therefore

You can barbecue my nose
Make a giblet of my toes
Make me freeze
Make me fry
Make me sigh
Make me cry
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I... like... him!

Anyhow, for all those who have not yet seen this movie, go
see
it
NOW.
tx. plz. I mess up the order sometimes. ciaociaos all principes and principessas:')

for good, warm, old times...

Odi et Amo

Odi et amo. quare id faciam fortasse requiris?
nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I can do both,
I couldn't say; but I feel it, and it shivers me.

by Catullus

boring Diamonds*

The essential teaching of the Baal Shem Tov:

Be simple, be earnest, and spread that simplicity throughout everything you do.
Simplicity is a receptacle for G-d's simple Oneness.

*not really much connection to this post. everyone breathe

Measuring life.. in death

You that live in my ancestral Thebes, behold this Oedipus,
him who knew the famous riddles and was a man most masterful;
not a citizen who did not look with envy on his lot-
see him now and see the breakers of misfortune swallow him!
Look upon that last day always. Count no mortal happy till
he has passed the final limit of his life secure from pain.
~Oedipus by Sophocles

And that, as they say, is that.

of Sweet Days

..soft rain... light scarves... warm bookstores...books.. and mugs..and couches...and little kids running... wet.. hair..smiling...happy..content
winter.. music...nostalgia...firelight...
sweet..love
life...

or

sweet...life
love...

maths.

Mr. Jeavons said I liked maths because it was safe. He said I liked maths because it meant solving problems, and these problems were difficult and interesting but there was always a straightforward answer in the end. And what he meant was that maths wasn't like life because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end. because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end. and that's not a bad thing. or a good thing. it's just a thing. it's life. and in life, there are no straightforward answers in the end.

because in life, there are no straightforward answers in the end.

Chanukah was here.

moment of Glory

No limitation, a new inspiration, a world that is free...
Just as free as my mind

an Ode to her Apple

which is now in the garbage. Regardless,

it grows on a tree.

now it sits on her desk.

no maintenance needed.

then one day, she just bites into it,

and the inside is juicy

and sweet

and nutritious:)

Imagine

Make yourself small and you will be great.
Know you are nothing and you will be infinite. At the very least, don't make such a big deal of yourself and you will be all that much closer to the truth.

thursday Night's Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the hearts but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
by Francis William Bourdillon

past makes me happy. not all general past, but thursday past
now i've got a teary cold. sok. im still singin and tappin and i kick ass at anna banana
.... '!!!!'

Outer Space

the black open space one, with stars and planets kinda hangin around the place. Drifting alone, in darkness, never-ending darkness, with shiny starry brightenesses that fail to brighten anything... that's what this space is, for me.

song's got no relation, but its sentiment still rings so true, and i like it:')

In reality, the source of all these differences is, that the savage lives within himself, while social man lives constantly outside himself, and only knows how to live in the opinion of others, so that he seems to receive the consciousness of his own existence merely from the judgment of others concerning him.
~Rousseau

Civilised Man

It is reason that engenders self-respect, and reflection that confirms it: it is reason which turns man's mind back upon itself, and divides him from everything that could disturb or afflict him. It is philosophy that isolates him, and bids him say, at sight of the misfortunes of others: "Perish if you will, I am secure."

Nothing but such general evils as threaten the whole community can disturb the tranquil sleep of the philosopher, or tear him from his bed. A murder may with impunity be committed under his window; he had only to put his hands to his ears and argue a little with himself, to prevent nature, which is shocked within him, from identifying itself with the unfortunate sufferer. Uncivilised man has not this admirable talent; and for want of reason and wisdom, is always foolishly ready to obey the first promptings of humanity...

Noble Savage

by Jean-Jacques Rousseau in his Discourse on Inequality

The boy of a savage man being the only instrument he understands, he uses it for various purposes, of which ours, for want of practice, are incapable: for our industry deprives us of that force and agility, which necessity obliges him to acquire. If he had had an axe, would he have been able with his naked arm to break so large a branch from a tree? If he had had a sling, would he have been able to throw a stone with so great velocity? If he had had a ladder, would he have been so nimble in climbing a tree? If he had had a horse, would he have been himself so swift of foot? Give civilised man time to gather all his machines about him, and he will no doubt easily beat the savage; but if you would see a still more unequal contest, set them together naked and unarmed, and you will soon see the advantage of having all our forces constantly at our disposal, of being always prepared for every event, and of carrying one's self, as it were, perpetually whole and entire about one...

by Sappho

Like the sweet-apple that's gleaming red on the topmost bough,
right at the very end, that the apple-pickers forgot,
or rather didn't forget, but were just unable to reach.

Like the hyacinth* on the hills that the passing shepherds
trample under their feet, and the purple bloom on the ground...

contrasting unreachable desire... with the taken for granted mundanes...which trample under our feet. somehow, the unreachable always seems better...more beautiful...than that which is in our reach.

*flower

ah, Moonlight

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sound of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven:
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubinms.

~Shakespeare's "Merchant of Venice"

to dream... the Impossible Dream

"To be willing to march into hell, for a heavenly cause..."


maybe sanity really is overrated. i'd say 'meet me on the other side' but i'm too much of a coward.

on my closed eyes!

This is the trickiest of all promises,
For were I to be wrong, no one would ever know,
but were I to be right, and not wrong, here lies my proof of thought...

twistin wg ords

...to have them get all messed up in my brain.

Sometimes it helps to hear things from other people, gets them thoughts untwisted and makes them a bit more c l e a r .

'There is nothing alive more agonized than man
of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.'
~The Iliad

how come?

cuz I forgot. and it's boring sometimes. and limiting. and dum.

Mambo Italiano

eh-ah-oh