I need to be asleep, but it's been a few days so...
I went to see Desmond Tutu speak yesterday. It's odd, I've been studying up on the end of apartheid in S. Africa, and the next thing I know Desmond Tutu is speaking a 1/2 hour from my house. Anyway, he is an amazing individual...aparently there isn't a hateful bone in his body. My theory on that is that there just isn't room for hate in his body. He's teeny! I mean itsy-bitsy. So there I was watching one of the most famous living triumphant exemplars of non-violence and forgiveness, a 'giant' of radical justice and reconciliation, and that giant is the cutest funniest teeeeeeeeniest person. It was a very wonderful moment.
so, in other boring news:
eats - diner food (how can diner coffee taste so weak and be so strong?)
beats - Trail of Dead, Stevie Wonder, Bonnie Prince Billy;
heats - like 84 today (and I had a coat on Sunday)
seats - i need some new jeans, but I don't wear boots that often; Dear SG, what should I do?
feats - my partner had a dream I was secretly sleeping with one of my best friends, and my name was Sadaam! She recovered by noon, and stopped hating me for the things i do in her dreams...
Keats - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
peats - Auchentoshan, a rare lowland single malt scotch, that I quite enjoy; even if it isn't as complex or robust as it's highland and isle siblings, they rarely have the subtle fruitiness that makes this scotch surprisingly enjoyable, especially with warmer weather comming on.
and finally, sheets - Ernest Becker, _The Denial of Death_; it's an amazing synthesis of Freud, the post-freudians, Kierkegaard, and common and uncommon sense. (Elisabeth, your recent post, along with this reading, and with thoughts, today, on his birthday, about the 6 years my father has been dead, have given me a fair amount of appreciation for the neccesity of every individual, who truly wants to be just that, an individual, to face their mortality in order to live with any authenticity...anyway, I'm sorry you had to face it so violently, and empathize with battles won by almost loosing and by grace and coincidence, but still won...) Anyway, a good book.
diggity
I went to see Desmond Tutu speak yesterday. It's odd, I've been studying up on the end of apartheid in S. Africa, and the next thing I know Desmond Tutu is speaking a 1/2 hour from my house. Anyway, he is an amazing individual...aparently there isn't a hateful bone in his body. My theory on that is that there just isn't room for hate in his body. He's teeny! I mean itsy-bitsy. So there I was watching one of the most famous living triumphant exemplars of non-violence and forgiveness, a 'giant' of radical justice and reconciliation, and that giant is the cutest funniest teeeeeeeeniest person. It was a very wonderful moment.
so, in other boring news:
eats - diner food (how can diner coffee taste so weak and be so strong?)
beats - Trail of Dead, Stevie Wonder, Bonnie Prince Billy;
heats - like 84 today (and I had a coat on Sunday)
seats - i need some new jeans, but I don't wear boots that often; Dear SG, what should I do?
feats - my partner had a dream I was secretly sleeping with one of my best friends, and my name was Sadaam! She recovered by noon, and stopped hating me for the things i do in her dreams...
Keats - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
peats - Auchentoshan, a rare lowland single malt scotch, that I quite enjoy; even if it isn't as complex or robust as it's highland and isle siblings, they rarely have the subtle fruitiness that makes this scotch surprisingly enjoyable, especially with warmer weather comming on.
and finally, sheets - Ernest Becker, _The Denial of Death_; it's an amazing synthesis of Freud, the post-freudians, Kierkegaard, and common and uncommon sense. (Elisabeth, your recent post, along with this reading, and with thoughts, today, on his birthday, about the 6 years my father has been dead, have given me a fair amount of appreciation for the neccesity of every individual, who truly wants to be just that, an individual, to face their mortality in order to live with any authenticity...anyway, I'm sorry you had to face it so violently, and empathize with battles won by almost loosing and by grace and coincidence, but still won...) Anyway, a good book.
diggity