Existence, for all organismic life, is a constant struggle to feed—a struggle to incorporate whatever other organisms they can fit into their mouths and press down their gullets without choking. Seen in these stark terms, life on this planet is a gory spectacle, a science-fiction nightmare in which digestive tracts fitted with teeth at one end are tearing away at whatever flesh they can reach, and at the other end are piling up the fuming waste excrement as they move along in search of more flesh.... Life cannot go on without the mutual devouring of organisms. If at the end of each person’s life he were to be presented with the living spectacle of all that he had organismically incorporated in order to stay alive, he might well feel horrified by the living energy he had ingested. The horizon of a gourmet, or even the average person, would be taken up with hundreds of chickens, flocks of lambs and sheep, a small herd of steers, sties fill of pigs and rivers of fish. The din alone would be deafening... each organism raises its head over a field of corpses, smiles into the sun, and declares life good.
Ernest Becker, Escape From Evil as quoted by the Shakespeare Theatre
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Friday, March 04, 2005
It is just this lack of connection to a concern with truth — this indifference to how things really are — that I regard as the essence of bullshit.
Harry G. Frankfurt, as quoted in Defining Bullshit, Slate.
Harry G. Frankfurt, as quoted in Defining Bullshit, Slate.
Friday, February 25, 2005
...metabolism sets the pace for myriad biological processes. An animal with a high metabolic rate processes energy quickly, so it can pump its heart quickly, grow quickly, and reach maturity quickly. Unfortunately, that animal also ages and dies quickly....There is a universal biological clock..."but it ticks in units of energy, not units of time."
"Life on the Scales," Erica Klarreich, Science News, February 12, 2005
"Life on the Scales," Erica Klarreich, Science News, February 12, 2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
"Be still, and know that I am God." - Psalm 46.10
Rice in a Beggar's Bowl
Of all my thousand choices tonight
I walk into the snowy woods and wait.
Snow rests in peace
on each bough where it has fallen.
The branches are content to bow
like servants with their burdens,
as are all living things content
to wait.
I stand, hands in my pockets,
and let my life fall like snow
in the empty bowl of this meadow;
my mind becomes a slender branch.
My heart settles on the silent earth.
Attend to this moment
until it is enough.
Pastor Steve
Rice in a Beggar's Bowl
Of all my thousand choices tonight
I walk into the snowy woods and wait.
Snow rests in peace
on each bough where it has fallen.
The branches are content to bow
like servants with their burdens,
as are all living things content
to wait.
I stand, hands in my pockets,
and let my life fall like snow
in the empty bowl of this meadow;
my mind becomes a slender branch.
My heart settles on the silent earth.
Attend to this moment
until it is enough.
Pastor Steve
Monday, January 24, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Reading "Uncle Fred in the Springtime" -- very funny.
Try these online intros to Wodehouse:
Some online texts.
Some online quotes.
Amazon.com PG Wodehouse search.
Try these online intros to Wodehouse:
Some online texts.
Some online quotes.
Amazon.com PG Wodehouse search.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
Friday, December 17, 2004
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Thursday, December 02, 2004
The vanquished know war. They see through the empty jingoism of those who use the abstract words of glory, honor, and patriotism to mask the cries of the wounded, the senseless killing, war profiteering, and chest-pounding grief. They know the lies the victors often do not acknowledge, the lies covered up in stately war memorials and mythic war narratives, filled with stories of courage and comradeship. They know the lies that permeate the thick, self-important memoirs by amoral statesmen who make wars but do not know war. The vanquished know the essence of war — death. They grasp that war is necrophilia. They see that war is a state of almost pure sin with its goals of hatred and destruction. They know how war fosters alienation, leads inevitably to nihilism, and is a turning away from the sanctity and preservation of life. All other narratives about war too easily fall prey to the allure and seductiveness of violence, as well as the attraction of the godlike power that comes with the license to kill with impunity.
Chris Hedges, "On War" The New York Review (December 16, 2004).
Chris Hedges, "On War" The New York Review (December 16, 2004).
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Saturday, November 06, 2004
If he would just take a plunge (always the Realtor’s fondest wish for mankind), banish fear, let loose the reins, think that instead of having suffered error and loss he’d survived them and that today is the first day of his new life, then he’d be fine and dandy. In other words, embrace in full the permanent period of life, live not as though he were going to die tomorrow but as though he might live.
Richard Ford, The Shore, The New Yorker, August 2, 2004
Richard Ford, The Shore, The New Yorker, August 2, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Wartime Washington
Today the maples are in flames,
The breeze so cool,
I need body armor.
The world is at war,
No truce, no quarter.
The words of an old song
Go through my brain.
How did I get here?
Whose life is this anyway?
Fuck it.
It doesn’t matter.
Today the maples are in flames.
And I have body armor.
GMG
Today the maples are in flames,
The breeze so cool,
I need body armor.
The world is at war,
No truce, no quarter.
The words of an old song
Go through my brain.
How did I get here?
Whose life is this anyway?
Fuck it.
It doesn’t matter.
Today the maples are in flames.
And I have body armor.
GMG
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Sky Blue
At 7 am
The sun was barely up.
Three hours later,
The shadows were still long on Rock Creek.
The sky shined a perfect blue,
With a brilliance so true
It juxtaposed
The trees –
Greens, reds, browns and golds
Already a bit of a cacophony –
Showing off the earth’s odd colors.
The artist who painted this picture,
However uncaring of life within the frame,
Set the stage with great beauty.
What more can we reasonably ask
Of any deity.
GMG
At 7 am
The sun was barely up.
Three hours later,
The shadows were still long on Rock Creek.
The sky shined a perfect blue,
With a brilliance so true
It juxtaposed
The trees –
Greens, reds, browns and golds
Already a bit of a cacophony –
Showing off the earth’s odd colors.
The artist who painted this picture,
However uncaring of life within the frame,
Set the stage with great beauty.
What more can we reasonably ask
Of any deity.
GMG
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Monday, October 11, 2004
All the exotic ingredients of alchemy – all the metals and minerals and compounds – are in truth one, and that singularity is neither more nor less than the person of the alchemist himself. If the base metal is in need of purification then so, even more so, is he. Out of the corruption and confusion he must find a oneness in which nature and divinity are reconciled. Out of the unstillness of his own impurity must come the transforming power to achieve redemption.
Alan Wall, The School Of Night
Alan Wall, The School Of Night
Saturday, October 09, 2004
October Season
Most trees still have their leaves,
Except for those on the boulevard,
Sickly from the fumes,
The sort the local electric company
Likes to “trim.”
Green leaves too,
With just fringes here and there,
Turning.
On quiet side streets,
Birds were singing
As if still in spring.
Confused about the season?
The squirrels running into the road,
Mouths stuffed with acorns.
They know.
GMG
Most trees still have their leaves,
Except for those on the boulevard,
Sickly from the fumes,
The sort the local electric company
Likes to “trim.”
Green leaves too,
With just fringes here and there,
Turning.
On quiet side streets,
Birds were singing
As if still in spring.
Confused about the season?
The squirrels running into the road,
Mouths stuffed with acorns.
They know.
GMG
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Water
Sunlight gleaming off the water,
Water where water should be.
A squirrel lies dead on the bridge,
That it gave its life crossing.
A bit of a strange place to die,
Suspended over the water.
Caterpillar
I see the caterpillar on the parkway
Too late.
I swerve.
Think I missed it.
I don’t look back.
Two poems from a bike ride, GMG.
Sunlight gleaming off the water,
Water where water should be.
A squirrel lies dead on the bridge,
That it gave its life crossing.
A bit of a strange place to die,
Suspended over the water.
Caterpillar
I see the caterpillar on the parkway
Too late.
I swerve.
Think I missed it.
I don’t look back.
Two poems from a bike ride, GMG.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Where is the subject and where is the object if you are operating on your own brain? The point is made by the expression “what we are looking for is what is looking.” Consciousness involves a paradoxical self-reference, a ability taken for granted, to refer to ourselves separate from the environment.
Amit Goswami, The Self-Aware Universe
Amit Goswami, The Self-Aware Universe
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Friday, June 04, 2004
Friday, May 28, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
His understanding lies, I think, rather in seeing large things largely than correctly....In the conduct of affairs he may perhaps be able to take so comprehensive a view as to render invention and expedient unnecessary.
Franklin Alexander, describing John Adams as quoted by David McCullough in his John Adams.
Franklin Alexander, describing John Adams as quoted by David McCullough in his John Adams.
Saturday, May 22, 2004
I am not going to speak to you at all about the justice or injustice of your conduct. I know very well that this word is nothing but noise, when it is a question of the general interest. I could speak to you about the means by which you could succeed, and ask you whether you are strong enough to play the role of oppressors; this would be closer to the heart of the matter. However I will not even do that, but I will confine myself to imploring you to cast your eyes on the nations who hate you: ask them; see what they think of you, and tell me to what extent you have resolved to make your enemies laugh at you.
Denis Diderot in June 1776 to John Wilkes in reference to British pursuit of war to suppress the American colonies, as quoted by Emma Rothschild in The New York Review (March 25, 2004).
Denis Diderot in June 1776 to John Wilkes in reference to British pursuit of war to suppress the American colonies, as quoted by Emma Rothschild in The New York Review (March 25, 2004).
Friday, April 30, 2004
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Monday, April 05, 2004
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
…the lessons to be learned from Thucydides are no different from the ones that the tragic playwrights teach: that the arrogant self can become the abject Other; that failure to bend, to negotiate, inevitably results in terrible fracture; that, because we are only human, our knowledge is merely knowingness, our vision partial rather than whole, and we must tread carefully in the world.
Daniel Mendelsohn, “Theatres of War,” The New Yorker, January 12, 2004
Daniel Mendelsohn, “Theatres of War,” The New Yorker, January 12, 2004
Friday, March 05, 2004
Saturday, February 28, 2004
McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. "S' cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done,"what was that all about?" "Nothin', said the Irishman, "me wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!"
A martini joke, not an Irish joke: "He said, like James Bond? I said, yes, just like James Bond."
A martini joke, not an Irish joke: "He said, like James Bond? I said, yes, just like James Bond."
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
…all the provisions that He has [made] for the gratification of our senses…are much inferior to the provision, the wonderful provision that He has made for the gratification of our nobler powers of intelligence and reason. He has given us reason to find out the truth, and the real design and true end of our existence.
A young John Adams as quoted by David McCullough in his John Adams.
A young John Adams as quoted by David McCullough in his John Adams.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Thursday, December 18, 2003
A pessimistic law of history was at work here. Many such mixed communities [as Nagorny Karabakh] coexisted for centuries, not just in the Caucasus but throughout Eurasia and North Africa. And yet they were, in reality, only held together by fear, the fear of what a brutal outside authority would do to them all if mutual tolerance broke down. When the external pressure was removed, whether it was the Caliphate, the Tsardom, the Ottoman or British Empire, or Soviet power, then the current of fear which enforced that mutual tolerance was switched off.
Neal Ascherson, In the Black Garden, New York Review of November 20, 2003.
Neal Ascherson, In the Black Garden, New York Review of November 20, 2003.
Friday, December 12, 2003
Monday, December 08, 2003
Friday, November 28, 2003
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
When and from where [the Sumerians] first settled near the Euphrates was much debated a generation ago, but without any clear consensus. People had settled the region and were growing crops by irrigation before 5000 BC; the best we can say is that the urbanized people who, before 3000 BC, first wrote Sumerian emerged out of this agricultural way of life and tradition without any obvious break.
Timothy Potts, in “Buried Between the Rivers”, New York Review, 9/25/2003
Timothy Potts, in “Buried Between the Rivers”, New York Review, 9/25/2003
Friday, October 24, 2003
Well I've been out walking,
I don't do that much talking these days,
These days--
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do.
I sit alone on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten,
My friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them.
Jackson Browne, from These Days
I don't do that much talking these days,
These days--
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do.
I sit alone on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten,
My friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them.
Jackson Browne, from These Days
Monday, October 20, 2003
Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the all.
Jesus said: "If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.
Jesus said, "If they say to you 'Where did you come from?' say to them, 'We came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord and established [itself] and became manifest through their image.'
From The Gospel of Thomas as quoted in the New York Review, Oct 23, 2003.
Jesus said: "If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.
Jesus said, "If they say to you 'Where did you come from?' say to them, 'We came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord and established [itself] and became manifest through their image.'
From The Gospel of Thomas as quoted in the New York Review, Oct 23, 2003.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Oh a sleeping drunkard Up in Central Park
Or the lion hunter In the jungle dark
Or the Chinese dentist Or the British Queen
They all fit together In the same machine
Nice, nice, very nice
Nice, nice, very nice
So many people in the same device
Oh a whirling dervish And a dancing bear
Or a Ginger Rogers and a Fred Astaire
Or a teenage rocker Or the girls in France
Yes, we all are partners in this cosmic dance
Nice, nice, very nice
Nice, nice, very nice
So many people in the same device
Ambrosia, 1975
Or the lion hunter In the jungle dark
Or the Chinese dentist Or the British Queen
They all fit together In the same machine
Nice, nice, very nice
Nice, nice, very nice
So many people in the same device
Oh a whirling dervish And a dancing bear
Or a Ginger Rogers and a Fred Astaire
Or a teenage rocker Or the girls in France
Yes, we all are partners in this cosmic dance
Nice, nice, very nice
Nice, nice, very nice
So many people in the same device
Ambrosia, 1975
Monday, September 29, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Externally there was nothing to hinder his making another start on the upward slope, and by his new lights achieving higher things than his soul in its half-formed state had been able to accomplish. But the ingenious machinery contrived by the Gods for reducing human possibilities of amelioration to a minimum – which arranges that wisdom to do shall come pari passu with the departure of zest for doing – stood in the way of all that.
Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge
Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge
Saturday, September 27, 2003
(T)here is one form of centralized government which is almost entirely unprogressive and beyond all other forms costly and tyrannical—the rule of an army....though education and culture may modify, they cannot change [its] predominant characteristics—a continual subordination of justice to expediency, an indifference to suffering, a disdain of ethical principles, a laxity of morals, and a complete ignorance of economics.
Winston Churchill, The River War
Winston Churchill, The River War
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
All great movements, every vigorous impulse that a community may feel, become perverted and distorted as time passes, and the atmosphere of the earth seems fatal to the noble aspirations of its peoples. A wide humanitarian sympathy in a nation easily degenerates into hysteria. A military spirit tends towards brutality. Liberty leads to license, restraint to tyranny. The pride of race is distended to blustering arrogance. The fear of God produces bigotry and superstition. There appears no exception to the mournful rule, and the best efforts of men, however glorious their early results, have dismal endings…
Winston Churchill, The River War.
Winston Churchill, The River War.
Friday, September 12, 2003
I do not believe that fanaticism exists as it used to do in the world, judging from what I have seen in this so-called fanatic land. It is far more a question of property, and is more like Communism under the flag of religion.
Charles Gordon, as quoted by Winston Churchill, speaking about “fundamentalism” in 19th century Sudan.
Charles Gordon, as quoted by Winston Churchill, speaking about “fundamentalism” in 19th century Sudan.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
What enterprise that an enlightened community may attempt is more noble and more profitable than the reclamation from barbarism of fertile regions and large populations? To give peace to warring tribes, to administer justice where all was violence, to strike the chains off the slave, to draw the richness from the soil, to plant the earliest seeds of commerce and learning, to increase in whole peoples their capacities for pleasure and diminish their chances of pain—what more beautiful ideal or more valuable reward can inspire human effort? The act is virtuous, the exercise invigorating, and the result often extremely profitable. Yet as the mind turns from the wonderful cloudland of aspiration to the ugly scaffolding of attempt and achievement, a succession of opposite ideas arises. Industrious races are displayed stinted and starved for the sake of an expensive Imperialism which they can only enjoy if they are well fed. Wild peoples, ignorant of their barbarism, callous of suffering, careless of life but tenacious of liberty, are seen to resist with fury the philanthropic invaders, and to perish in thousands before they are convinced of their mistake. The inevitable gap between conquest and dominion becomes filled with the figures of the greedy trader, the inopportune missionary, the ambitious soldier, and the lying speculator, who disquiet the minds of the conquered and excite the sordid appetites of the conquerors. And as the eye of thought rests on these sinister features, it hardly seems possible for us to believe that any fair prospect is approached by so foul a path.
Winston Churchill, The River War.
Winston Churchill, The River War.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Through the desert flows the river—a thread of blue silk drawn across an enormous brown drugget*; and even this thread is brown for half the year. Where the water laps the sand and soaks into the banks there grows an avenue of vegetation which seems very beautiful and luxuriant by contrast with what lies beyond. The Nile, through all the three thousand miles of its course vital to everything that lives beside it, is never so precious as here. The traveler clings to the strong river as to an old friend, staunch in the hour of need. All the world blazes, but here in shade. The deserts are hot, but the Nile is cool. The land is parched, but here is abundant water. The picture painted in burnt sienna is relieved by a grateful flash of green.
Winston Churchill describing the Nile in The River War.
*Drugget – a rug made of a coarse fabric having a cotton warp and a wool filling.
Winston Churchill describing the Nile in The River War.
*Drugget – a rug made of a coarse fabric having a cotton warp and a wool filling.
Monday, August 25, 2003
Level plains of smooth sand—a little rosier than buff, a little paler than salmon—are interrupted only by occasional peaks of rock—black, stark, and shapeless. Rainless storms dance tirelessly over the hot, crisp surface of the ground. The fine sand, driven by the wind, gathers into deep drifts, and silts among the dark rocks of the hills exactly as snow hangs about an Alpine summit; only it is a fiery snow, such as might fall in hell. The earth burns with the quenchless thirst of ages, and in the steel-blue sky scarcely a cloud obstructs the unrelenting triumph of the sun.
Winston Churchill describing northern Sudan in The River War.
Winston Churchill describing northern Sudan in The River War.
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Monday, August 11, 2003
It is so far from being natural for a man and women to live in a state of marriage, that we find all the motives which they have for remaining in that connection, and the restraints which civilized society imposes to prevent separation, are hardly sufficient to keep them together.
Samuel Johnson, as quoted by James Boswell.
Samuel Johnson, as quoted by James Boswell.
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Monday, July 28, 2003
Monday, July 14, 2003
In Europe and America [modernity] had two main characteristics: innovation and autonomy (the modernizing process was punctuated in Europe and America by declarations of independence on the political, intellectual, religious and social fronts). But in the developing world, modernity has been accompanied not by autonomy but by a loss of independence and national autonomy. Instead of innovation, the developing countries can only modernize by imitating the West, which is so far advanced that they have no hope of catching up. Since the modernizing process has not been the same, it is unlikely that the end product will conform to what the West regards as the desirable norm.
Karen Armstrong, in Islam: A Short History
Karen Armstrong, in Islam: A Short History
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Monday, July 07, 2003
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Friday, May 30, 2003
Friday, May 23, 2003
The peninsular Arabs of pre-Islamic and early Islamic times lived and sang in the heroic style -- tribal, nomadic, warlike, obsessed with battle and vengeance, honor and shame, death and destiny, and personal, family and tribal pride. Their poetry and legends mirror the conceptions and preoccupations of a heroic age. Muhammad, the greatest of them all, was not only a prophet; he was also an Arab hero and a warrior of noble birth.
Bernard Lewis, Islam and the West
Bernard Lewis, Islam and the West
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Sunday, April 13, 2003
The ancient Greeks, it has been said, were too reasonable to ignore the intoxicating power of the unreasonable. They worshiped Dionysus, the god of excess and ecstasy, and they admired tragedy -- an art form that shows that human feelings are far too intense and varied to be contained by the narrow strictures of rational self-interest. Explosions of passion -- romantic and destructive, cruel and self-sacrificing, among nations as among individuals -- not only are to be expected but are central to the human spirit.
Robert D. Kaplan, The Atlantic Monthly (May 2003)
Robert D. Kaplan, The Atlantic Monthly (May 2003)
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Monday, March 17, 2003
Saturday, March 15, 2003
I know not any thing more pleasant, or more instructive, than to compare experience with expectation, or to register from time to time the difference between idea and reality. It is by this kind of observation that we grow daily less liable to be disappointed.
Samuel Johnson to a young friend, as quoted by James Boswell
Samuel Johnson to a young friend, as quoted by James Boswell
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Saturday, March 08, 2003
Thursday, March 06, 2003
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any favourer of learning, I shall not be disappointed though I should conclude it, if less be possible, with less; for I have been long wakened from that dream of hope, in which I once boasted myself with so much exultation.
Samuel Johnson to his former patron, Lord Chesterfield, as quoted by James Boswell
Samuel Johnson to his former patron, Lord Chesterfield, as quoted by James Boswell
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