Jan 20 2009 10:16p.m. UTC |
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Jan 19 2009 01:58p.m. UTC |
"Science investigates.
Religion interprets.
Science gives knowledge which is power. Religion gives wisdom which is control."
"Never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was done legally."
These are two of my favorite quotes from Martin Luther King, Jr. My sunglasses love this one:
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
Granted, they're more partial kto the first half rather than the second....
Have a great holiday! I hope your inaugural parties are as fun as mine will be. :-D
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Jan 15 2009 01:24p.m. UTC |
January 15, 2009: Thursday
Observations on my way to work:
1) glittering diamonds dust the urban desert
2) golden globes stand stoicly at intermittent intervals
3) windsocks unbidden hang slack from their weathered posts
4) small serpentine lakes burgeon with life
My sunglasses tell me this is what I really saw:
1) broken bottle shards litter vacant, unkempt lots
2) dried out sagebrush on the verge of becoming those diabolical tumbleweeds
3) plastic bag fragments stuck on said tumbleweeds and other dead or dying trees
4) stagnant ponds of putrid water overwhelmed with flies and other bugs
I think I'll keep my sunglasses on. Good morning!
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Jan 14 2009 05:21p.m. UTC |
Sunglasses Saga
January 14, 2009: Wednesday
Today I was graced to witness a small, young boy practicing on his skateboard. He was all alone, spinning and twirling... and falling under the shadows of some palm trees off in a lonely corner. With every failure, he uprighted himself, reassessed, and retried the maneuver. If my sunglasses do have the power to make me look at what IT desires to see, then perhaps I should be grateful. Good evening, I hope your day went well.
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Jan 13 2009 04:04p.m. UTC |
"The verity of statements firm
Grants passage to this place in turn."
His winged feet beguile my soul
On travel into darkness whole.
We pass into the Underworld
For fleeting life has come unfurled.
Remove my frames so as to see
As we pass beneath the worldly tree.
Then fields ablaze, Helios bright-
Replace the shades to stay the light.
"The verity of statements firm..."
Says the Keeper of the Herm.
"Relax, enjoy, no Cerebus pass-
No Tartarus chains, no Hades Wrath.
The verity of statements firm
Show honour, virtue, ability to learn."
Pompaios Hermes then did lie,
With grin and sigh and smile wry,
Upon the golden grass so sweet
With shades in place, all nice and neat.
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Jan 12 2009 12:53p.m. UTC |
I read somewhere once that living vicariously through others is not living at all. I would have to disagree. My sunglasses and I have seen and heard and experienced some amazing drama this week. We couldn't have gotten more on a nude beach in South America filled with jealous lovers. Living vicariously through others is like being a grandparent. You get all the joy out of the grandkids but get to give them back before they pee in your bed. Good morning.
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Jan 11 2009 11:07a.m. UTC |
Snaking finger tendrils of copper-coloured desert crossed our path this morning. They clawed and undulated their way across the asphalt divide swirling the microcosmic dance of the web of life itself. I removed my glasses for a better look and found them the everyday colour of the pale dust so prevelent in our valley. I think my sunglasses show me a more spiritual world. Good morning!
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Dec 30 2008 09:55a.m. UTC |
December 30, 2008: Frosted windshields and tips of grass encapsulated in icy prisons reveal the gelid nature of the night. Contrails crisscross the glacial blue sky above. The warmth of my breath fog the lenses of my sunglasses as I put them on to face the rarely seen early morning sun. Today is poetry day with Sue at Rejavanate. You're more than welcome to join.
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Dec 29 2008 10:27p.m. UTC |
Test #2
Your daily life is your temple and religion. When you enter into it, take with you your all.
Kahlil Gibran
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Dec 29 2008 04:27p.m. UTC |
December 29, 2008
This morning,on the way to work, my sunglasses and I witnessed a group of friends standing in a street corner engaged in raucous laughter. So cacophonous was their revelry that I heard it over the thrum of the engine, through the warm, glass-enclosed cab of the truck, over the news whispering their stories in my ear. We saw a young cowboy to be riding a pale chestnut horse with his father; a smile stretched from ear to ear. What a great way to start the week. Good afternoon!
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