Didn't I use that title last spring?
This fractal reminds me of a long departed church member whose passion was pink roses. Every year he had them in his garden and he had taken slides and slides and slides of them. You haven't lived until you've experienced a two hour slide show of nothing but pink roses! Seriously though, he did explain the subtleties, but I was very young then.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Ogre's Trick
Have you noticed how many Hollywood movies these days have taking the Lord's name in vain in the script? What strikes me is that the actors are generally not good enough to hide their discomfort. They feel guilty, and used. Tricked.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Reaching for a Sign
Some days, you just don't... feel like... writing anything! Nah, I should try to come up with something arty-like. How about, part of the puzzle of art, you just can't make it unless you're in the proper frame of mind. That reminds me of a sax player I knew who used to get into the proper frame of mind by hanging out of his second floor window upside down by his legs, back to the ground facing the sky, and playing to the heavens. I'd be walking by, hear the music, that you Jimmy?!?
Monday, March 03, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Wellspring of Being
Everything comes from somewhere. All the way back to the First Mover. Some philosophy to ponder? If the road to (very bad place!) is paved with good intentions, and for sure the road to (very bad place!) is paved with bad intentions, are we all on the road to (very bad place!)? Are we best not to have any intentions at all?!