Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
More London
Here are some more pictures from London, taken by Tori who was nice enough to let us invade her home for a week. I'll try to get mine scanned and posted this week as well.
Shakes
I'm working on a paper for my Shakespeare class. I've decided to write about the idea of intentionally suspended desire, why we do it, and why it's wrong all in relation to Orsino and Olivia's relationship in 12th Night. These are my newest thoughts on the subject, many thanks to the Oracle:
Peace is something that we all (should) seek. I would argue that everyone wants it, but that some people have such a wrong idea about how to bring it about that it appears as though they love chaos. Peace seems to be something that's also easier to achieve the fewer variables you have in the mix, like other people. It's reasonable to assume that Orsino had had previous relationships with other women that apparently hadn't worked out, since here he is courting Olivia. He's aware of the difficulty that comes with entanglements with others in bringing about peace. I'm supposing that after his first rejection from Olivia, he felt a kind of comfort that he hadn't thought about before: Here, I can constantly profess my love for this person, but they'll never give in. I'm safe. Orsino is staying in this state as a means of protection, of keeping himself comfortable in a state of suspended desire.
Olivia isn't blameless in this either, but her method of self-protection is a little more obvious I think. She has vowed to love no one for the next seven years in grieving her dead brother. She's taken a similar view as Augustine, when he said in his Confessions that all things of this world pass away, and to give your heart to anything here is to invite misery. Olivia seems to have loved her brother very much, and now wracked with the misery of losing him has vowed to keep herself from attachment again. Basically, I've been hurt before, so no intimacy for me thank you very much.
Peace is something that we all (should) seek. I would argue that everyone wants it, but that some people have such a wrong idea about how to bring it about that it appears as though they love chaos. Peace seems to be something that's also easier to achieve the fewer variables you have in the mix, like other people. It's reasonable to assume that Orsino had had previous relationships with other women that apparently hadn't worked out, since here he is courting Olivia. He's aware of the difficulty that comes with entanglements with others in bringing about peace. I'm supposing that after his first rejection from Olivia, he felt a kind of comfort that he hadn't thought about before: Here, I can constantly profess my love for this person, but they'll never give in. I'm safe. Orsino is staying in this state as a means of protection, of keeping himself comfortable in a state of suspended desire.
Olivia isn't blameless in this either, but her method of self-protection is a little more obvious I think. She has vowed to love no one for the next seven years in grieving her dead brother. She's taken a similar view as Augustine, when he said in his Confessions that all things of this world pass away, and to give your heart to anything here is to invite misery. Olivia seems to have loved her brother very much, and now wracked with the misery of losing him has vowed to keep herself from attachment again. Basically, I've been hurt before, so no intimacy for me thank you very much.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Thoughts From Travels
Patience
The next time you feel exasperated with having to perform some trivial task, remember that a stewardess has to show a plane full of mostly adults how to operate a seat belt three or four times a day. Now I don't know if she's as cheery on the inside as she is out, but that big toothy smile's gotta count for something, eh? Eh?
The next time you feel exasperated with having to perform some trivial task, remember that a stewardess has to show a plane full of mostly adults how to operate a seat belt three or four times a day. Now I don't know if she's as cheery on the inside as she is out, but that big toothy smile's gotta count for something, eh? Eh?
Monday, November 21, 2005
Are We Green?
This is some discussion in response to a friend's post asking about what people are doing to help the environment. Thoughts?
Comment from: shell [Visitor] · http://www.duregger.net/shell
Comment from: Gaither [Visitor] · http://derflugplatz.blogspot.com/
I'll get the unpopular comment out first: I honestly don't think that people give nature enough credit for what it can and can't handle, and that when things are getting serious, we'll know and there won't be too much controversy over it.
That being said, bikes make the world go round. In a small to medium sized town there's really no excuse to be driving around unless you're missing a leg. I get around Moscow faster than cars because there are so many lazy college kids driving EVERY SINGLE PLACE THEY GO. The only time I drive is to get to the farm, which is 15 miles away, 3 of which are gravel. A decent sized messanger bag/backpack lets you get your grocery shopping done too. I think I do it out of a dislike for laziness more than environmental benefit. And the only real hope for a positive effect on the planet is that others follow an example.
That being said, bikes make the world go round. In a small to medium sized town there's really no excuse to be driving around unless you're missing a leg. I get around Moscow faster than cars because there are so many lazy college kids driving EVERY SINGLE PLACE THEY GO. The only time I drive is to get to the farm, which is 15 miles away, 3 of which are gravel. A decent sized messanger bag/backpack lets you get your grocery shopping done too. I think I do it out of a dislike for laziness more than environmental benefit. And the only real hope for a positive effect on the planet is that others follow an example.
Comment from: shell [Visitor] · http://www.duregger.net/shell
“I honestly don't think that people give nature enough credit for what it can and can't handle, and that when things are getting serious, we'll know and there won't be too much controversy over it.”
Where’s the controversy? You would have a different opinion if you lived in Donora, PA in 1948 where twenty one people died and nearly 6,000 became ill after a thermal inversion (a cold air mass) trapped steel industry smog in the city. Or if you were a family member of the 4,000 that died from asphyxiation during the “killer smog” of 1952 in London. Or a child growing up with developmental problems from DDT floating around in the air and water. Perhaps you would feel the same if you were living on the watershed of the Snake River in Idaho where chemical companies are dumping chemical and radioactive waste into the bodies of water or injecting it into the ground water—perhaps you would be ok taking that blow for the companies. Some 60% of liquid hazardous waste in the United States is pumped deep underground and has seeped into groundwater. But that’s fine, I mean, they have to make a living, right? Perhaps living on an island of Maldives and seeing the water rise 4-8 inches in the last 40 years wouldn’t concern you too much as your beaches disappeared, or perhaps the Mexicans are ok with the fact that they get only half of the water that they have paid for from the Colorado River because Americans are too greedy. In fact, the Colorado River is so dammed (no pun intended) that there is no water to empty into the ocean at its mouth.
If the world was subdivided into cubes of land and air resources that did not affect any other property owners bubble, you would see the effects and the differences from owner to owner. Then at least your actions would affect no one else—except those who couldn’t afford to own land—and you could pollute all you wanted. But it doesn’t work like that. Aquifers are connected, some internationally. We all need to use rivers and other bodies of water. The ocean is internationally used and all of these resources are finite. They can be depleted. Thinking that the problem is not really serious yet and waiting for it to get to the level of crisis and THEN doing something about it will not work. First of all, what is your definition of crisis? People are dieing from cancer, arsenic water poisoning, and other pollution related problems and we sit by thinking it’s ok?
When will it not be ok? Aquifers take 200 years to replenish, Ocean fish that become extinct do not come back to life. God gave us this earth to use, but not to destroy selfishly. We are to take care of the earth…we were put here to tend it. We are also told to care for our fellow man, how can we do that when, blinded by our Affluenza, we seek only our own good. We can afford to buy bottled water and sterilize our living quarters from the earth’s polluted elements…but not everyone can. And there will come a time when we can’t escape our own messes. One author has said that Humans are the only species that has fouled its own nest in such short order.
Jer 22:3 “Thus saith the LORD; Execute ye judgment and righteousness, and deliver the spoiled out of the hand of the oppressor: and do no wrong, do no violence to the stranger, the fatherless, nor the widow, neither shed innocent blood in this place.”
How can we love our brothers and sisters in Christ and share the love of God on earth as we contribute to the poisoning of their resources. How can we say that we are loving others and not “shedding innocent blood in this place” while we using things up selfishly without care as to what we are doing for future generations, etc.
All the Scientific data recognizes pollution, consumption, fossil fuel depletion, and Global warming as urgent and serious NOW…politics and corporations don’t want to recognize it because this will mean that their millionaires will have to look at what they are doing and spend time and money on making their practices sustainable and environmentally friendly.
Don’t let yourself be overcome with affluenza, selfishness and politics.
Take time today to do what you can: recycle, buy local products (food as well as merchandise), and reduce your consumption. After all God detests gluttony (Pro. 23:21) and it is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God than for a Camel to go through the Eye of the Needle (Mark 10:25).
Open your eyes to the reality of our wounded planet!!
Where’s the controversy? You would have a different opinion if you lived in Donora, PA in 1948 where twenty one people died and nearly 6,000 became ill after a thermal inversion (a cold air mass) trapped steel industry smog in the city. Or if you were a family member of the 4,000 that died from asphyxiation during the “killer smog” of 1952 in London. Or a child growing up with developmental problems from DDT floating around in the air and water. Perhaps you would feel the same if you were living on the watershed of the Snake River in Idaho where chemical companies are dumping chemical and radioactive waste into the bodies of water or injecting it into the ground water—perhaps you would be ok taking that blow for the companies. Some 60% of liquid hazardous waste in the United States is pumped deep underground and has seeped into groundwater. But that’s fine, I mean, they have to make a living, right? Perhaps living on an island of Maldives and seeing the water rise 4-8 inches in the last 40 years wouldn’t concern you too much as your beaches disappeared, or perhaps the Mexicans are ok with the fact that they get only half of the water that they have paid for from the Colorado River because Americans are too greedy. In fact, the Colorado River is so dammed (no pun intended) that there is no water to empty into the ocean at its mouth.
If the world was subdivided into cubes of land and air resources that did not affect any other property owners bubble, you would see the effects and the differences from owner to owner. Then at least your actions would affect no one else—except those who couldn’t afford to own land—and you could pollute all you wanted. But it doesn’t work like that. Aquifers are connected, some internationally. We all need to use rivers and other bodies of water. The ocean is internationally used and all of these resources are finite. They can be depleted. Thinking that the problem is not really serious yet and waiting for it to get to the level of crisis and THEN doing something about it will not work. First of all, what is your definition of crisis? People are dieing from cancer, arsenic water poisoning, and other pollution related problems and we sit by thinking it’s ok?
When will it not be ok? Aquifers take 200 years to replenish, Ocean fish that become extinct do not come back to life. God gave us this earth to use, but not to destroy selfishly. We are to take care of the earth…we were put here to tend it. We are also told to care for our fellow man, how can we do that when, blinded by our Affluenza, we seek only our own good. We can afford to buy bottled water and sterilize our living quarters from the earth’s polluted elements…but not everyone can. And there will come a time when we can’t escape our own messes. One author has said that Humans are the only species that has fouled its own nest in such short order.
Jer 22:3 “Thus saith the LORD; Execute ye judgment and righteousness, and deliver the spoiled out of the hand of the oppressor: and do no wrong, do no violence to the stranger, the fatherless, nor the widow, neither shed innocent blood in this place.”
How can we love our brothers and sisters in Christ and share the love of God on earth as we contribute to the poisoning of their resources. How can we say that we are loving others and not “shedding innocent blood in this place” while we using things up selfishly without care as to what we are doing for future generations, etc.
All the Scientific data recognizes pollution, consumption, fossil fuel depletion, and Global warming as urgent and serious NOW…politics and corporations don’t want to recognize it because this will mean that their millionaires will have to look at what they are doing and spend time and money on making their practices sustainable and environmentally friendly.
Don’t let yourself be overcome with affluenza, selfishness and politics.
Take time today to do what you can: recycle, buy local products (food as well as merchandise), and reduce your consumption. After all God detests gluttony (Pro. 23:21) and it is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God than for a Camel to go through the Eye of the Needle (Mark 10:25).
Open your eyes to the reality of our wounded planet!!
2005-11-21 @ 14:49
Comment from: Matt [Visitor] · http://derflugplatz.blogspot.com/
A comment on tone:
I don't doubt that you've read every one of those facts somewhere in the scientific community, and I'm certainly not questioning your passion for "Mother Earth." However, your tone and word choice sounded much more like the raving greenies up here in the liberal northwest than a God fearing Christian.
This tone of anger and bitterness will get you nowhere, especially if you're arguing on moral or ethical grounds. You can't scold into righteousness.
That being said, I agree with you that the earth is not our garbage dump. I tend to place more emphasis on the notion that the earth, like everything else on it, is here for us to prove our responsibility for heavenly duties. If you're faithful with little, you'll be trusted with much, and if not, you won't be trusted with true riches. (Luke 16:10-11) You see it also in Paul's explaining of how marriage is a symbol of Christ and the church.
This world is a shadow. But it does reveal our natures pretty well. If someone is a jerk here, they don't change at death. If they've been irresponsible with the small parcel of responsibility given to them in this life, why would we charge them with eternal things? I admire your your spirit in this, but don't forget that people are essentially what we're worried about, and you don't win people to your cause by railing the ones that already agree with you.
I don't doubt that you've read every one of those facts somewhere in the scientific community, and I'm certainly not questioning your passion for "Mother Earth." However, your tone and word choice sounded much more like the raving greenies up here in the liberal northwest than a God fearing Christian.
This tone of anger and bitterness will get you nowhere, especially if you're arguing on moral or ethical grounds. You can't scold into righteousness.
That being said, I agree with you that the earth is not our garbage dump. I tend to place more emphasis on the notion that the earth, like everything else on it, is here for us to prove our responsibility for heavenly duties. If you're faithful with little, you'll be trusted with much, and if not, you won't be trusted with true riches. (Luke 16:10-11) You see it also in Paul's explaining of how marriage is a symbol of Christ and the church.
This world is a shadow. But it does reveal our natures pretty well. If someone is a jerk here, they don't change at death. If they've been irresponsible with the small parcel of responsibility given to them in this life, why would we charge them with eternal things? I admire your your spirit in this, but don't forget that people are essentially what we're worried about, and you don't win people to your cause by railing the ones that already agree with you.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Test
Studying for my Geography test, I came across this:
Definition of an "Arid" climate type: Average temperature is either above or below 64.4 degrees F.
That's it, no other discerning features. When in doubt, go arid.
Definition of an "Arid" climate type: Average temperature is either above or below 64.4 degrees F.
That's it, no other discerning features. When in doubt, go arid.
Seriously
I've watched two PBS aired videos in my Geography 100 class in the last two weeks and both have almost induced fits of laughter.
1.) Watching something on the el Nino effect, narrated by an off screen, pleasant sounding female. Halfway through, we see the narrator. Alanis Morrissette, against a backdrop of the universe, is telling us all about warm ocean currents and sub tropical high pressure systems. I nearly lost it everytime the camera cut to her.
2.) We see polar bears enjoying life throughout the winter, eating all the delicious seals they want. Things turn south as it gets warmer, and in the words of the narrator, "It's summertime, and the living is far from easy." Are Sublime references common in nature videos these days?
1.) Watching something on the el Nino effect, narrated by an off screen, pleasant sounding female. Halfway through, we see the narrator. Alanis Morrissette, against a backdrop of the universe, is telling us all about warm ocean currents and sub tropical high pressure systems. I nearly lost it everytime the camera cut to her.
2.) We see polar bears enjoying life throughout the winter, eating all the delicious seals they want. Things turn south as it gets warmer, and in the words of the narrator, "It's summertime, and the living is far from easy." Are Sublime references common in nature videos these days?
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Pt. 1?
When he found it, he knew it was special.
He'd had others like it, but this one was different. What happened to the others wouldn't happen to this one. This time he was sure.
"What have you got there?" his friends would ask.
"Got? Me? Nothing, I don't have anything why do you ask?" was always the reply.
"You seem different these days. Have you found something?" the older men would ask.
"No, I don't think so," he would say, knowing they knew better than his friends.
He had never asked the older men what they had done with theirs or when they had found them, or if they kept their first, or how to use his. But he was sure that he knew now. He had to know by now, this was his third, maybe fourth. The others had gone, and without asking anyone about it, he imagined he knew where they went and why.
"If you have one, I can help you with it. I've had some before," said Modsi W.
"I don't need help, but thanks. Really I can figure it out on my own, when I get one, I mean, everyone else did it that way right?"
"I didn't. I had to be told, and hear it from others before I got it."
"Well that makes sense, but I'm sure I can get it, but thank you. I'll let you know."
He liked having it, but still felt like he didn't know it or what to do with it. "If people find out about it, they'll think I already know about it, and when they find out I don't, they'll laugh," he would think. One night he couldn't sleep, so he crawled outside to look at it. As he pulled away the layers of coverings he'd used to wrap the others, he started to see the light coming from it. He'd heard about them giving light, but he'd never seen it. He was scared. This had never happened before and he didn't know what to do with it now. Before he got to the last covering he stopped, letting the light shimmer and play all around him while he stared. "If I see it, I'll have to do something," he thought, and didn't know what that something was. He waited for the light to answer a question he wouldn't ask, until he thought he saw it fading then quickly wrapped it back up and went back to bed.
He'd had others like it, but this one was different. What happened to the others wouldn't happen to this one. This time he was sure.
"What have you got there?" his friends would ask.
"Got? Me? Nothing, I don't have anything why do you ask?" was always the reply.
"You seem different these days. Have you found something?" the older men would ask.
"No, I don't think so," he would say, knowing they knew better than his friends.
He had never asked the older men what they had done with theirs or when they had found them, or if they kept their first, or how to use his. But he was sure that he knew now. He had to know by now, this was his third, maybe fourth. The others had gone, and without asking anyone about it, he imagined he knew where they went and why.
"If you have one, I can help you with it. I've had some before," said Modsi W.
"I don't need help, but thanks. Really I can figure it out on my own, when I get one, I mean, everyone else did it that way right?"
"I didn't. I had to be told, and hear it from others before I got it."
"Well that makes sense, but I'm sure I can get it, but thank you. I'll let you know."
He liked having it, but still felt like he didn't know it or what to do with it. "If people find out about it, they'll think I already know about it, and when they find out I don't, they'll laugh," he would think. One night he couldn't sleep, so he crawled outside to look at it. As he pulled away the layers of coverings he'd used to wrap the others, he started to see the light coming from it. He'd heard about them giving light, but he'd never seen it. He was scared. This had never happened before and he didn't know what to do with it now. Before he got to the last covering he stopped, letting the light shimmer and play all around him while he stared. "If I see it, I'll have to do something," he thought, and didn't know what that something was. He waited for the light to answer a question he wouldn't ask, until he thought he saw it fading then quickly wrapped it back up and went back to bed.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Sights and Smells
Walking downstairs to the kitchen for some generic antacid, I'm greeted by an empty teal punch bowl with a red ladle and the smell of Chinese cigarettes.
Dogs and Wool Socks
I can't sleep and felt like writing.
In Shakespeare this week, Rick was talking about how cold it's been lately and said he was out at 2:00 in the morning the night before. Someone asked what he was doing out at that time and he replied that the dog had gotten out and he had to corral him back in.
"Oh right, the dog. You were out partying, admit it!"
Rick smiled, this look of "Oh yeah, that used to be cool a long, long time ago."
"No, I wish my life was that exciting. It's all about dogs and wool socks now."
I like how he threw the student a bone by making it sound like he still had some desire for the college life of 2 am shenanigans. I had a conversation with Rick this week that let me know that what really gets him excited is young people seeing the world and backpacking with his sons.
I like to write. Write write write writey write write wrikey writey I wrike to write a wrot.
Last week I was trying to pray and was feeling really overwhelmed with a sense of self-righteousness about it. All I could think about was telling someone what I was praying about to look good. I couldn't shake it and eventually just started asking for that pride to be taken away, that it wasn't what I truly wanted from my prayer. I felt like such a slug, it makes me feel sick now thinking about it, and writing it now brings some of it back too. What happened was somewhat atypical for my prayers: I was lying on my back in bed and suddenly felt like I was looking at myself from just behind my head down at my prone body, and that some clear, thick coating was breaking up and being pulled away from off of my chest and dissappearing just above me. It went on for about 2 or 3 minutes. The whole time I felt like holding my breath, like breathing would stop it, and that what was leaving was something that had been there for a while and I had gotten so used to it that it appeared "clear" like a varnish on me. I wasn't sure at all that I liked it leaving either. I'm thinking now of the character in the Great Divorce that refuses to part with the lizard on his shoulder because it's been there so long that he doesn't quite know what he'd do without it even though he knows it's doing him harm. Afterwards, the image stopped, and I felt scared to move. Something that had always been there, like a protection, was gone and it's unnerving.
"You know, you can't live on Hamlet forever." another gem from Rick this week.
What made this even more powerful for me was that Taylor and I had just been talking about prayer and how life-changing we should expect each and every prayer to be. I can't say I've felt a more direct and immediate effect of prayer in my life.
I'm reading my nightstand note sheet that I use to jot down late night thoughts and saw that I thought about writing something that symbolized recurring sin not in an action, but in the antitheses of good things that we desire naturally. We were talking about sin not really existing in bible study a few weeks ago, how it's just the completely wrong pursuit of an inherently good desire, just met the wrong way.
In Shakespeare this week, Rick was talking about how cold it's been lately and said he was out at 2:00 in the morning the night before. Someone asked what he was doing out at that time and he replied that the dog had gotten out and he had to corral him back in.
"Oh right, the dog. You were out partying, admit it!"
Rick smiled, this look of "Oh yeah, that used to be cool a long, long time ago."
"No, I wish my life was that exciting. It's all about dogs and wool socks now."
I like how he threw the student a bone by making it sound like he still had some desire for the college life of 2 am shenanigans. I had a conversation with Rick this week that let me know that what really gets him excited is young people seeing the world and backpacking with his sons.
I like to write. Write write write writey write write wrikey writey I wrike to write a wrot.
Last week I was trying to pray and was feeling really overwhelmed with a sense of self-righteousness about it. All I could think about was telling someone what I was praying about to look good. I couldn't shake it and eventually just started asking for that pride to be taken away, that it wasn't what I truly wanted from my prayer. I felt like such a slug, it makes me feel sick now thinking about it, and writing it now brings some of it back too. What happened was somewhat atypical for my prayers: I was lying on my back in bed and suddenly felt like I was looking at myself from just behind my head down at my prone body, and that some clear, thick coating was breaking up and being pulled away from off of my chest and dissappearing just above me. It went on for about 2 or 3 minutes. The whole time I felt like holding my breath, like breathing would stop it, and that what was leaving was something that had been there for a while and I had gotten so used to it that it appeared "clear" like a varnish on me. I wasn't sure at all that I liked it leaving either. I'm thinking now of the character in the Great Divorce that refuses to part with the lizard on his shoulder because it's been there so long that he doesn't quite know what he'd do without it even though he knows it's doing him harm. Afterwards, the image stopped, and I felt scared to move. Something that had always been there, like a protection, was gone and it's unnerving.
"You know, you can't live on Hamlet forever." another gem from Rick this week.
What made this even more powerful for me was that Taylor and I had just been talking about prayer and how life-changing we should expect each and every prayer to be. I can't say I've felt a more direct and immediate effect of prayer in my life.
I'm reading my nightstand note sheet that I use to jot down late night thoughts and saw that I thought about writing something that symbolized recurring sin not in an action, but in the antitheses of good things that we desire naturally. We were talking about sin not really existing in bible study a few weeks ago, how it's just the completely wrong pursuit of an inherently good desire, just met the wrong way.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Anxiety
I saw Jarhead today and really dug it. Aside from the cinematography, which was great, I really enjoyed the way that Mendes portrayed the enemy of these Desert Storm Marines. Instead of Iraqis or nameless Arabs, boredom and a growing sense of anxiety was what these guys battled with day in and out.
Sounds lame, I know. Maybe it is but what really hooked me was my own experience of being in a situation where you know and expect something to happen, and just have that expectation whittle away at you night after night. These guys change as their stay in the desert lengthens, not just because of each other or the war, but because they know that war is out there, near, and they're not a part of it. Quirky personalities become borderline insanity from the sheer tension of nothing.
I think it might be the feeling that something that's either owed you or that belongs to you is being withheld from you. When we feel anxious, it usually has this aura of something being extremely close to realization or fruition, but that there's something in between it and us. Sometimes it's something as simple as time. Other times we orchestrate situations that perpetually keep us in a state of uncertainty, keeping ourselves afloat in a grey sea with land in sight, but forever out of reach. Or maybe I'm the only one who does that once in a while.
Go see Jarhead. Be warned, there are some nudey bootys (Andy Braner, anyone?), but nothing outlandish. Look for how waiting can do more to someone's psyche than just lull them to sleep.
Sounds lame, I know. Maybe it is but what really hooked me was my own experience of being in a situation where you know and expect something to happen, and just have that expectation whittle away at you night after night. These guys change as their stay in the desert lengthens, not just because of each other or the war, but because they know that war is out there, near, and they're not a part of it. Quirky personalities become borderline insanity from the sheer tension of nothing.
I think it might be the feeling that something that's either owed you or that belongs to you is being withheld from you. When we feel anxious, it usually has this aura of something being extremely close to realization or fruition, but that there's something in between it and us. Sometimes it's something as simple as time. Other times we orchestrate situations that perpetually keep us in a state of uncertainty, keeping ourselves afloat in a grey sea with land in sight, but forever out of reach. Or maybe I'm the only one who does that once in a while.
Go see Jarhead. Be warned, there are some nudey bootys (Andy Braner, anyone?), but nothing outlandish. Look for how waiting can do more to someone's psyche than just lull them to sleep.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
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