Half-day at work, then cleared the drive of snow. Grateful for snow throwers. Husqvarna has been good to me.
Last night I told a speaker to play 80s New Wave. I remembered the future I once dreamed of included rack stereo systems and Nakamichi Dragons.
I miss getting to know the contestants on The Voice. These short seasons seem too rushed and it’s getting harder to care.
I also miss being able to buy the killer performances on iTunes.
#TheVoice
What I have realized is that photos can’t capture thoughts or feelings. Not exactly. They don’t capture the love we feel, the joy of a certain moment, the sense of place we may feel, or a feeling of belonging with family or friends. They just capture the light in the moment the shutter is released by causing a chemical reaction in a film or sensors in an array to record their states.
In this, photographs lie to us by showing an objective truth.
The image evokes recollection, or the image transports us through time, or invites us into a new way of seeing, challenges notions or perspectives.
The art in photography is that it makes us think and feel, even though our thoughts and feelings may only be loosely related to the subjects of our gazes.
All this from photons, transformed, in the tiniest slices of time.
When I snapped this image, I had been enjoying the contrast of the dark tree limbs against the orange and amber of the sunset.
By the time it occurred to me to attempt to capture it, launch my camera app on my phone, and frame an image I hoped might not be hideous, the sky changed.
The image doesn’t show any of that. Just an amateurish shot by someone who intended well.
But I remember.
Trust no political party.
The evidence continues to suggest they are more interested in having us fight each other than in enacting lasting beneficial change.
Spent some time this morning watching shows about politics and shows about the consequences of political conflict.
Any time we think of groups of people that include friends, neighbors and family as …
“The Greeks had no original sin and no eschatology because they saw nothing inherently wrong with the world in the first place.”
Things you find reading papers from Academia for the joy of it
Music can return me to times, places, and states of mind in a way that almost no other carrier-of-meaning can. I spent time in motion behind a lawn mower this afternoon while listening to music and letting my mind go free.
I have realized that I am still everything I have become.
But I assert that I am not done becoming.
Please allow me to quote heavily from The Bard Terence McKenna—this selection comes from a discussion about language:
We use rapidly modulated small mouth noises. As primates we have incredible …
Thinking about old forms of media, I am torn about attempting to digitize old formats versus (re)buying. Something like an old movie on a DVD is low hanging fruit, as is music on CDs. I’ve long …