Brunch with @robsweitzer. I love a good tradition. #missingone http://t.co/J6RTLuH
July 2011
“Forget him, that is what I want; rip his picture out of my soul; I want to ransack myself like a consuming fire, and every thought that belongs to him must be burned up; only then can I be saved; it is in self-defense. If I do not rip out every thought of him, even the most remote, I am lost; only in this way can I protect myself. Myself, what is this myself, wretchedness and misery.”
—Soren Kierkegaard—Either/Or
“On the whole, the religious is a dangerous power with which to become involved, it is jealous of itself and does not allow itself to be mocked.”
—Soren Kierkegaard—Either/Or
Off to make some coffee.
Shake Sugaree
Mary Lou Lord
Mary Lou Lord-Shake Sugaree
What's your favourite Kundera book and have you read Marquez at all?
Hmm. A favorite Kundera book? That is hard to answer. I’ve read Immortality twice, finished The Joke before that, Slowness was really good too, but I feel like the one that hit me most (and maybe because it was the first of his books that I read) was “The Unbearable Lightness of Being.” I should read that one again. I’ve only read one Marquez book and it was “100 Years of Solitude,” and that was a while ago. I do remember enjoying it…I wish I could remember all the characters. I remember that it was easy for me to get confused when reading the book because of all the similar names. Are there any other books of his you’d recommend?
Hey, question time! Ask about books, God, Kierkegaard, Music (not Mae), and all of that non-sense! It’s a lovely Friday night!!
Project runway is on again. The best things about the first ep—Tim Gunn, Christina Ricci.
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RT @JonSchneck: VA beach. 745.
“No scientific discourse (whether natural science or social science) simply discloses to us the facts of reality to which theology must submit; rather, every discourse is, in some sense, religious. The playing field has been leveled. Theology is most persistently postmodern when it rejects a lingering correlational false humility and instead speaks unapologetically from the primacy of Christian revelation and the church’s confessional language.”
—James K.A. Smith
always wondered, what's the story with the temporary splitting up of the original Mae members, and then regrouping at the end? If it's too personal, i understand. thanks.
It wasn’t a temporary splitting. The split happened for a number of reasons, and it the decision wasn’t made with the any mention or plan of reconvening in the near future. The regrouping at the end happened because at the time, and to this day, that tour, the (e)vening tour was understood to be the last tour in the States, and we wanted it to be the original five. We have since not planned anything further.
I'm reading right now, so ask me some questions about whatever.
I’ll enjoy the brain work.
Sushi with @el_cupcake. It’s been too long! Then off to see Harry Potter. #sushi #miso #voldemort
“Eternal life’ is not - as the modern reader might immediately assume - life after death, in contrast to this present life, which is transient and not eternal. ‘Eternal life’ is life itself, real life, which can also be lived in the present age and is no longer challenged by physical death. This is the point: to seize ‘life’ here and now, real life that can no longer be destroyed by anything or anyone.”
—Pope Benedict XVI (via merecath)
July 23rd
Charles Henry Barnett, Henderson, went home to be with his heavenly father at the age of 95 surrounded in love by his family on Wednesday, July 20, 2011.
Eleanor Lee Reid Cleavenger-Shacklette, 82, Morganfield, died at 8:45 a.m. Friday, July 22, 2011, at Methodist Hospital in Union County. She worked at Methodist Hospital in Union County for 20 years.
Kathy Buford passed away Wednesday, July 13, 2011, in a local hospital.Funeral services will be 1 p.m. today, July 23, 2011, at Fellowship Missionary Baptist Church on Dodds Avenue.Arrangements have been entrusted to Advantage Funeral & Cremation Service Franklin Strickland …
BOSTON, IRIS PEARL, 86, of Eustis, FL, passed away Friday, July 22, 2011, in Eustis, FL. Born in Pittsburgh, PA, she moved to Eustis from Prospect Heights, IL
Sources close to Amy Winehouse tell PerezHilton.com exclusively that they believe drugs were not responsible for the singer’s untimely death.
James L. Eastwood, Sr., 76, died Monday, July 4, 2011, at Virginia Gay Hospital in Vinton following an extended illness.
Kent Fuller was born in West Point, GA, on October 1, 1937. He passed away in Poway on June 7, 2011. His parents were Sanders Nall Fuller and Carley Weldon Fuller. He grew up in Georgia, Alabama and Tennessee. He moved to Barnwell, SC, when he was in high school where he was on the state championship football team in 1954. After graduating from high school, he joined theUnited States Navy and served 20 years as an Aviation Electrician, making four WESTPAC cruises during theVietnam War
—-There’s thousands of obituaries for July 23rd. Amy Winehouse was no more important than any one else.
shameless self-pro-mo →
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I wrote a piece about my friends in this great band Over The Ocean. Check it out!
“It’s odd to think that something like a human could be created by God. With such instinctual drives that exist counter to God’s desire for us, what is to be expected? The Grand Inquisitor touches on this. God has created us with a whole kit for survival and given us wonderfully vague directions on how to harness and control our own power. The power that lies within our conscious to chase after what we desire, what we need is biological and simultaneously spiritually counter intuitive—perhaps there is no such thing as being spiritually counter intuitive…since an intuition implies knowing something a priori. Perhaps we are born innocent, and by the time we are old enough to understand innocence, we have long since lost it because of nothing more than experience. That is something horribly unjust, yet the consequences, we are told, are quite existential. We are reduced to guilt and require redemption, a redemption dependent upon a grace which, depending who you talk to, is either up to us or up to God…you gotta pick one, and your belief justifies you. It’s not as if these hedonistic doors are opened once one sins individually. Unfortunately, because of Eve or because of some prophecy to be fulfilled, we are set upon this foggy path. My free will was tarnished by the free will of another. It’s all under the control of a God I do not have access to. Do I? Some of you would say I do, but perhaps my heart is already hardened. Didn’t God harden someones heart before? Perhaps he hardened mine too. See, when I converse with you who are more redeemed, more blessed, more certain in this uncertainty, you always have your replies…that it is me, not God. Well perhaps you can be wrong. My God has assembled me with evil parts, my biology, God’s creation, is set upon earth with a hedonistic heart! The power of God vs the power of pagan lust is comparably weak. The power of God vs the power of pagan lust is comparably stupid. That splinter of understanding that is man’s rationality. I hear your responses, so I don’t bother to bring it up. Honestly, I do not deny your claims. To be so Godlike is to be unnatural, and you claim that to be Godlike is to be entirely natural, and you tell me that it is as if one arrives at home. What an uncomfortable home! At least, as long as I can not rest my head upon God’s shoulder, and I am to keep my company with types such as yourself, it is indeed an uncomfortable home. What a curious creature I am, to be so argumentative while acknowledging somewhere in my conscious, that mysterious conscious, that to break out of this routine would be to submit to that which locked me in this cell to begin with. Do I make this too complicated? Do you? I’m very stubborn. I’m the way God made me, how unfortunate.”
Trivia was tough, ugh. The Landshark and JD makes it easier. #summernights
“The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth.”
—The Brothers Karamazov-Dostoevsky
Play
Democracy
“It’s coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It’s coming from the feel
that this ain’t exactly real,
or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don’t pretend to understand at all.
It’s coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin’
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It’s coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It’s here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.
It’s here the family’s broken
and it’s here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we’ll be making love again.
We’ll be going down so deep
the river’s going to weep,
and the mountain’s going to shout Amen!
It’s coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on …
I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I’m junk but I’m still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. ”
I’m looking forward to drinking wine tonight. #30
