This is the exalted melancholy of our fate that every Thou in our world must become an It. -Martin Buber
“The tremendous world I have inside of me.
But how to free myself and free it, without being torn to pieces.” —Kafka
The general irresponsibility was to spend his whole year’s allowance in a week. His sister had gone to Hawaii and left behind her white Russian wolfhound. He took this dog to the stage door of the most popular musical of the day, and as the girls came out they all patted the dog. The long and short of it is that he cut an exam, invited the entire chorus line of 30 girls to dinner, spent all his money and got kicked out of Harvard.
Within a day’s glow a thousand moments tempt the mind…
I never knew what time could do
Until I let my dreams come through,
Reminding me that day or night
The stars are never out of sight.
What is there to say to those that glaze mankind?
Well, I am the eagle:
To fly so high the darkness is below.
One who can see the heart of the sun.
One who can see what duty has won:
When the self will loft the mind and, hence,
the mind will wire the body in some mimic’d poise,
futurity spills upon us to test the courages.
Yet we all know this, as we know what hardens steel or vigors the child to solitary tasks, so seldom said, these murmurs of the heart we build each day. Here’s to recognizing amidst the blinding dark infinity the sweet triumph of every step we carve from this froth of earth. Here’s to discovery amongst our paths, to worthy dreams to lure us lovingly to fuller powers. May we be of sharp wit and diligence of will, and every flame succumb as ally, and every flood seek our buoyancy.
To live with life a friend
and all the earth its winking crew
and all the heavens supervise.
To live an ethical life in an ethical land,
not put upon by guile nor sticks of rage,
not ruled by the weakest of the weak
hidden in the grandstand of corruption.
Along the way from plankton to pulsar,
joy which gives a heart beyond itself
and joy which lends this heart to friends.
Now that’s living!
Take me where the loons are calling
Mist in the morning, smell of pine
Whiskeyjack wake me up
Send me out with a fishing line
Give me a canoe and let me go
Up past Waskesui to the Wabano
Give me a canoe and let me go
Take me where the loons are calling
Lake like glass and a starlit sky
Smell of a small campfire burning
Sit and watch the embers die
…and facing up to our ‰
“In the health-care debate, we’ve heard a lot about useless care, wasteful care, futile care. What we have been struggling with is unwanted care.
“I think that’s the most urgent issue facing America today, is people getting medical interventions that, if they were more informed, they would not want.
“It happens all the time.”
Oh won’t you come with me
Where the Wood River flows
We’ll watch it meander slowly
As the sky turns from red to dark
And as that sun goes down
We’ll throw our arms around
Each other and tell the dreams
That are deep in the heart
Instead, I’ve been preserving links via thoughtshopper:
We should meditate on the period when, for thousands of years, molten rock rained out of the sky onto an ocean of magma…. From the first photosynthesis to evolving into our brains, we should dwell with life through all its stages.
I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man’s self-respect is a sin. -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
all customers are mayors
▶ Cities Weigh Taking Electricity Business From Private Utilities ◀
stand up and bill like a utility
▶ States look to a “tire tax” to have you pay for the miles you drive. http://www.enotrans.org/eno-
brief/transportation-as- utility ← the web often loses pieces of itself
do not plant trees
▶ Increased planting of trees such as eucalyptus, willow and poplar near urban areas for biofuel can lead to human deaths due to increased ozone inhalation.
shake that thang
how to get charisma
▶ Power & Warmth & Toes: People actually learn charisma. http://www.bakadesuyo.com/
▶ Pine Oil repels mosquitoes more effectively than DEET
patents.htm?serialnum=11777795 and repels ticks as effectively as DEET
▶ Networks are as important as your country.
well, don’t take it from me.
▶ Corporations told that all their computers have been hacked. http://blog.amitaietzioni.org/2013/03/cyberwar-and-the-private-sector.html
Jason Pontin at MIT declares what cannot be said in polite society in 2013:
“The non-legal constraints upon free speech are real and, in many cases, justifiable. The number and range of ideas about which I may not speak or write and still hope to be employed or loved are large and various, and continually expanding. In the middle-class, heterosexual, educated-but-essentially-philistine milieux of knowledge workers in Boston, the Bay Area, Seattle, New York, Washington DC, and London such unmentionable ideas include belief in innate racial differences or the superiority of men at any mental activity; the sexual attractiveness of young adults or the delights of sadomasochism; the inalienable property or privacy rights of corporations and the State; and the justice of the Confederacy’s cause or of a Jewish state. Without opprobrium, I cannot say that fat people are disgusting gluttons or transsexuals fetishistic self-mutilators. I may not write that marriage is a grim gulag or children boring barbarians. Under no circumstances may I express the fugitive thought that the only things other than our fellow humans that matter at all are novels, poems, plays, paintings, and sonatas, and a handful of very beautiful mathematical proofs, scientific theories, and computer programs. More generally, it is unacceptable to speak or write about many ordinary events in human life, including abortions, disease, depression, the experiences of real poverty or wealth, or how our loved ones actually die. Without specifying, I have believed a few of these ideas, and experienced most of those events, but I cannot be candid.”
When I hear them call
in the morning, before
I am quite awake,
my bed is already traveling
the daily rainbow,
the arc toward evening;
and the birds, leading
their own discreet lives
of hunger and watchfulness,
are with me all the way,
always a little ahead of me
in the long-practiced manner
of unobtrusive guides.
By the time I arrive at evening,
they have just settled down to rest;
already invisible, they are turning
into the dreamwork of trees;
and all of us together —
myself and the purple finches,
the rusty blackbirds,
the ruby cardinals,
and the white-throated sparrows
with their liquid voices —
ride the dark curve of the earth
toward daylight, which they announce
from their high lookouts
before dawn has quite broken for me.
–Lisel Mueller, “Why I Need the Birds”