About this blog--*

Sometimes prolific, occasionally thoughtful and temporarily silent...largely a product of how much else I have going on (like anybody) and how much time and space I need.

This is all largely experimental for me--living fully and deliciously out in the wild open pastures of the electric, eclectic wide world. Travel is different.

In many ways, this whole blog is about my opinions, but some issues are more important than my ego and can best be explained by professional experts in their respective fields--in those cases especially, I look forward to discussing and debating thoughts on the articles cited--*

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Moby -- God Moving Over the Face of the Waters

...mad world...

Oil prices closed at/around $118/barrel yesterday...when the economic world at large perceives this as our fault (US), it...well, read the article.

To read deeper into this, check out this bunch of articles--that is, if you have time. I heard Amy Winehouse head-butted someone and Pam Anderson ate a hot dog on the same day, so Friday was a pretty big news-day to catch up with.

Gary Jules - Mad World

[As once the winged energy of delight]

Life isn't always aesthetically beautiful, but the journey always has that potential if we open ourselves to the pure definition of beauty--the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind--and live fully in each delicious moment.

As once the winged energy of delight

carried you over childhood's dark abysses,

now beyond your own life build the great

arch of unimagined bridges.

Wonders happen if we can succeed

in passing through the harshest danger;

but only in a bright and purely granted

achievement can we realize the wonder.

To work with Things in the indescribable

relationship is not too hard for us;

the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,

and being swept along is not enough.

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out

until they span the chasm between two

contradictions...For the god

wants to know himself in you.

Ranier Maria Rilke