Being alone, it can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
Going to depths where the sun’s never shone
And I fascinate myself, sure I do
When I’m alone
I’m rambling on rather self-consciously
While I’m stirring these condiments into my tea
And I think I’m so lame, I bet I think this song’s about me
Don’t I, don’t I, don’t I?
I’m in a lull…
Rachel Carson, Silent Spring, DDT, etc frequently mentioned in my classes: environmental science, society and natural resources, EEDS (environment, economy, development, and sustainability). And finally one of these pictures appeared on a slide. We love poison beaches
how many old friends can you see in just one day? my new record is four!
woodland creatures join me for coffee, and i act surprised!
everyone is striving after something
I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth.
Every age has its own characteristics. Right now we are in the age of religious complexity. The simplicity which is in Christ is rarely found among us. In its stead are programs, methods, organizations and a world of nervous activities which occupy a time and attention but can never satisfy the longing of the heart. The shallowness of our inner experience, the hollowness of our worship, and that servile imitation of the world which marks our promotional methods all testify that we, in this day, know God only imperfectly, and the peace of God scarcely at all.
If we would find God amid all the religious externals we must first determine to find Him, and then proceed in the way of simplicity. Now as always God discovers himself to “babes” and hides Himself in thick darkness from the wise and the prudent. We must simplify our approach to Him. We must strip down to essentials (and they will be found to be blessedly few). We must put away all effort to impress, and come with the guileless candor of childhood. If we do this, without doubt God will quickly respond.
…The man who has God for his treasure has all things in One. Many ordinary treasures may be denied him, or if he is allowed to have them, the enjoyment of them will be so tempered that they will never be necessary to his happiness. Or if he must see them go, one after one, he will scarcely feel a sense of loss, for having the Source of all things he has in One all satisfaction, all pleasure, all delight. Whatever he may lose he has actually lost nothing, for he now has it all in One, and he has it purely, legitimate, and forever.
- The Pursuit of God, A.W. Tozer
my friend in 4th grade starts acting out more than usual. he doesn’t want to participate in activities and spends the whole field trip complaining. his mom tells me his attitude could have something to do with her threat to get rid of the dog that morning. on tuesday he beats up a 3rd grader with two of his friends. i found out this week that his dad’s girlfriend just moved in, and dad has been forgetting to call.
of course, right? of course. of course.
there’s not really an answer for this
huhg this picture reminds me a lot of old house. it makes me remember things about the walls and light! the kind of memory that is stored away in the brain until something tells it that it’s there that house was realllllly falling down the whole time. that time when the kitchen ceiling crumbled into a batch of brownies tommy and i were making… probably lead in the paint, the loudness of the attic fan in summer, seeing shapes and faces in the brown spackling paste where dad never replaced the drywall in the bathroom, yellow linoleum below the missing kitchen tiles, purple lilacs in every room, every window open, parakeet chewing on grandfather clock or other important family heirlooms, mail on tables, mail on the floor, never replaced the light in the basement stairwell, cats, fleas, hot humid, home hmmm i don’t want to forget the details
just two souls
in a teachers lounge
in a micro center
in an art museum
in a corner store
in a donut shop
in a 1993 honda civic hatchback
in a room full of people
one soul to another
If pornography is increasingly cruel and degrading, why is it increasingly commonplace instead of more marginalized? In a society that purports to be civilized, wouldn’t we expect most people to reject sexual material that becomes ever more dismissive of the humanity of women? How do we explain the simultaneous appearance of more, and increasingly more intense, ways to humiliate women sexually and the rising popularity of the films that present those activities?
As is often the case, this paradox can be resolved by recognizing that one of the assumptions is wrong. Here, it’s the assumption that US society routinely rejects cruelty and degradation. In fact, the United States is a nation that has no serious objection to cruelty and degradation. Think of the way we accept the use of brutal weapons in war that kill civilians, or the way we accept the death penalty, or the way we accept crushing economic inequality. There is no paradox in the steady mainstreaming of an intensely cruel pornography. This is a culture with a well-developed legal regime that generally protects individuals’ rights and freedoms, and yet it also is a strikingly cruel culture in the way it accepts brutality and inequality. The pornographers are not a deviation from the norm. Their presence in the mainstream shouldn’t be surprising, because they represent mainstream values: the logic of domination and subordination that is central to patriarchy, hyper-patriotic nationalism, white supremacy, and a predatory corporate capitalism."