Tuesday, April 29, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | 21-25






Monday, April 28, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | 20


(A flurry of activity in the next two days is my only hope. Don't bet too much money on it.)

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | 19 down, 11 to go


(raise your hand if you appreciate the quasi palindrome this title finishes. Ok, gold stars if you noticed at all.)

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Raison d'etre

Remember, kids: perspective represents the only country that, despite infinite time and advancement, will never be fully discovered. It's all we have left to do.

He was out there, yes, but you're kidding yourself if you think out there isn't where we should all be, too, at least part of the time.

The only thing performers have left to do, in this day of super-recording techniques, and super-recording artists, and super-recording engineers; I think that all the basic statements have been made for posterity, now. I think what we must do is try to find our way around things things, try to find a raison d'etre, that is somehow different and still somehow right, that makes sense.

Glenn Gould: a genius ahead of his time.

(and this article popped into my head again...)



Monday, April 21, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | Landscape(s)




Thursday, April 17, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | A series

A series of three pwoermds:



(Apparently, Geof tends to post late at night, hence my daily posts being ahead of his. Check out the series from yesterday that inspired me today: (in the order posted) 1, 2, 3)

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | One-fer?


Haven't seen one from Geof today, but there were three yesterday. Check it out.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Call it mental fidgeting

I'm messing around with colors and what not. Bear with me.

NaPwoWriMo | The Unprecedented Three-fer!

A Flow'ry Dichotomy: Two Pwoermds







Sunday, April 13, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | A Reflection on Beethoven

(Only one from Sunday. Was working on another, to make up for Saturday, but it hit a snag. Today's to come later.

And check out Geof's from this weekend: Saturday, Sunday, Sunday2.)

Friday, April 11, 2008

Post 121 | Another NaPwoWriMo Two-fer

121... I love a good palindrome, I can't lie.

Two more pwoermds for today. Enjoy!





If you're keeping track at home, that makes 5 down, 25 to go. And here's Geof's pwoermd - 4/10.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

NaPwoWriMo | Two-fer

Look ma, I'm famous! Practically.

For whatever reason, I've got two pwoermds for you today (and for the life of me, I can never remember how to spell that word. Oh, well). If I keep up that pace, I might even be able to hit 30 by the end of the month!

Anyway, on to the poetry. Enjoy!

I don't know if titles are allowed for pwoermds, but if they are, I'd title this one, "The future of so many things":


and pwoermd #2 -- in the spirit of the Olympic Games, of course:

(and since there are apparently only two of us, I'll try to remember to post a link to Geof's daily pwoermd, too: Geof's pwoermd - 4/9)

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Here's a whole lot of stuff I've come across recently (and not-so-recently) but never managed to make it to a post:

Greatest. Music. Ever. (via Making Light)

80 Online Resources for Book Lovers (via LibrarianInBlack)

Free the Piano Player

A Change in the Concept of Worship

vertical (in which Slow Reads introduces me to Robert Lax)

Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God. Raise your hand if you'd like to hear your pastor preach classic sermons from time to time, and consider my hand raised! And here's the text to this particular sermon, if you're interested (via Think Christian)

Flarf Poets Still Not Dead Yet, I See. Mmm, flarf...

iT House - an Off-Grid, High Desert Prefab. All kinds of cool. Also check out the iT House blog, which contains wonderful documentation of said coolness.

Vox Day talks about his book, The Irrational Atheist. Dare I say it? Vox Rocks! Ha!

Costa Rica is 99% Powered by Renewable Energy

And last, but not least, a song/video:

It's a lot, I know, but it's all worth it, I promise.

NaPwoWriMo 1 | A Late Start

Today's pwoermd:

(An explanation: I just stumbled across today: pwoermds and NaPwoWriMo 1. Both are awesome, and together, they gave me a reason to start posting my poetry again.

Now, I realize there are a lot of people who won't even know what to do with pwoermds as poetry and who will probably question their legitimacy as poetry, and that's ok. Throw out that skepticism, and enjoy the ride.)

Friday, April 4, 2008

Welcome to the Modern World

I am a fan of Cat and Girl; I love the acerbic wit, the razor-sharp jabs. I love that the comic, on the whole, seems something dredged from deep in the bowels of the postmodern beast, dripping with dissociation and dissatisfaction.

(Too, I am aware that my last post bemoans the omnipresence of the counter-cultural, dissociated, and dissatisfied; just as I maintain a stance of pointing toward the precariousness of that ubiquity, I maintain the stance that it can still be funny, and that there are still things worth countering)

In particular, I loved today's strip. This about sums it up:

Now, I must disagree with the idea that there is neither power nor truth in the world. Beyond that, though, I have two questions, in what may be an overly serious response to a comic strip:

1. Does anyone still think a good definition for "artist" still exists? If so, how does it jive with the antiquated definition presented here? Does it? Can it?

2. So far as I may be so allowed to think I might be an artist (whatever that makes me), does it make me a worse one for kind of agreeing with her sentiment?


The Orthodoxy of Awareness

Review of Sarah Moore's Ribbon Culture: Untying the 'ribbon culture'.

Now, I'm not generally one to promote a book I haven't even read, but I must admit I really, really want to read Ribbon Culture, having read the review. Seems to be from the other side of the pond, but I'm thinking that won't put a dent in my enjoyment of it (except to note that Amazon lists it at a hefty 75 bucks. Yikes! Think I'll wait on the library for this one). There's so much to think about, even in the review, that aside from brief thoughts on a couple of points in the review, I just don't know where else I could begin discussing the book without actually reading the book. Oh, the dilemma.

A few quotes:

from the reviewer: "In the Noughties, everybody wants to be counter-cultural – which presumably means that the counter-culture has become the mainstream."

from the book:

Properly speaking, we see the extension and transfiguration of the countercultural impulse in the contemporary culture, and the awareness campaigns of the 1990s more specifically. Whilst the counter-culture found expression through various consumerist items, for example, the awareness ribbon campaigns are wholly commercial enterprises, popularising dissent and compassion through slick marketing campaigns. In addition, we see the normalisation of self-awareness in the ribbon campaigns of the 1990s, its transformation, that is to say, into an unquestionably beneficial attribute.

Ha! Yes! This is a problem I think about frequently. The concept of being counter-cultural has become so ubiquitous as to almost eradicate the existence of a "normative" culture to counter. Now, I don't know enough about overarching historical trends (though I feel vaguely that I should) to say what that means, but I am pretty darned sure it's true. My problem, then, is that without a clearly stated object of derision for the counter-cultural types (read: everyone) to rally against, we are left only with the charicatures we create for the purpose of countering them.

Being counter-cultural is no longer simply a way to react against wrongs and see that they are righted, it is a means of identification, both self- and otherwise. I wonder if anyone else sees that the growing inertial force of the metanarrative (generally speaking) has shifted the larger sense of cultural identity from pro- to con-. Anyone?

Gawd, there's just so much more to unpack, I have to stop myself there.

Here's some more:
‘It is… unlikely that cultivating a sense of worry about the illness is particularly health promoting for those women who do not have breast cancer… These women’s fear has manifested itself in burdensome routines and gestures (compulsory self-examination or wearing a pink ribbon, for example) which speak of a nagging, everyday sense of worry which refuses to be resolved.’

To fear death is one thing. To advertise that fear, in the form of a kitsch fashion accessory bought in department stores that is greeted by others as less controversial than wearing socks with sandals, speaks to the thoroughly morbid undertones of our modern culture of narcissism. Moore does a great job of exposing the orthodoxy of ‘awareness’ for what it really is; challenging the sickness of our ribbon culture requires that we think beyond the pink to care about something less selfish instead.


Here's the thing, while The Secret is basically the serpent in the Garden of Eden ("you will be like God". Gee, I think I read that somewhere...), positive thinking is a good thing, overall. Excessively negative thinking is not. That's just common sense. I don't have quite as much to say about this at the moment, but it's still an important point.

As I said, I just really want to read this book.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Phrase of the Day: Booty, God, Booty

I'm feeling random; good luck keeping up.

A full Biblical 40 years ago today, Martin Luther King, Jr. gave the last speech of his life: I've Been to the Mountaintop. A lot of people smarter than me have pointed this out, but the end of the speech is almost hair-raising:

Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. [applause] And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land! So I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord! [emphasis mine]
I heard a pretty good segment about the speech on NPR this morning: Remembering MLK's Prophetic 'Mountaintop' Speech. Read the whole speech if you've got time. If you don't, at least watch this video of the section I quoted above (and don't even try to tell me it doesn't send shivers through your entire body)

I'm glad he didn't sneeze, too.

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You know what I'd like? I think I could handle a week that consisted of workdays like this: 8-5:30, with an hour and a half for lunch. Why, you ask? Because if a long lunch was good enough for Beethoven and Gandhi, it's good enough for me.

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16 Things I Wish They Had Taught Me in School. These all make really good, deep sense to me, and I'm sure they will to you, too. It's a whole is greater than the sum of its parts kind of thing, I think. Put most or all of the things on the list into action in your life, and you'll do just fine. Of course, it's considerably easier said than done. (via Stephen's Lighthouse)

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Stuff Christians Like. An obvious direct spin-off of Stuff White People Like, and at least as funny.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

April's Fool

Here's the thing: I'm kind of gullible.

I totally fell for Google's Gmail Custom Time this morning (though in the spirit of trying to justify myself, I made a comment about it to someone right after I read it, and that person promptly said "April Fool's!", so I didn't allow for much sinking-in time). I think I fell for it partially because I really liked this post at Google Blogoscoped: "Undo" When Sending Email. It's a good idea, you've got to admit, but it planted in my brain the idea of messing with email & timestamps and what not.

Mostly, though, it's because I'm gullible.

But that's not what irritates me about April Fool's Day. I'm 25, so I've had plenty of practice hiding my gullibility, and one day of risked exposure is ok by me. What irritates me about April Fool's Day is that because I work in a gray cubicle, I rely heavily on the internet to provide me with interesting things to think about, and I know that today, the most interesting things I read will not be true. How do I put it... GAH!

So, today, instead of mining for new bits of interest, I've been reading things like this:

Terrelle Pryor Arrested!
"Stuff White People Like" Bought By Target
Evangelicalism to Get Its Own Pope
and of course, Google April Fool's Jokes Galore!

I think I'll go play around with my fantasy baseball team (who got ARod again this year? That's right: I did) and wait for tomorrow, when actual stuff will actually happen.