because it still makes me smile just as much as it did a year ago:

can i have one of these...

the best idea i've seen in a while:

These hours of afflatus in the human spirt...

"...we keep company in this world with a hoard of abstractions and reflections and counterfeits of ourselves -- the sensual man, the economic man, the man of reason, the beast, the machine and the sleep-walker, and heaven knows what besides, all in our own image, indistinguishable from ourselves to the outward eye.  We get borne along, out of sight in the press, unresisting, till we get the chance to drop behind unnoticed, or to dodge down a side street, pause, breathe freely and take our bearings, or to push ahead, outdistance our shadows, lead them a dance, so that when at length they catch up with us, they look at one another askance, knowing we have a secret we shall never share.


Evelyn Waugh
(in Brideshead Revisited)

 Innate in nearly every artistic nature is a wanton, treacherous penchant for accepting injustice when it creates beauty.

Thomas Mann

"i used to think that faith, faith was sort of  like a building block and you'd put all these blocks together...and you'd build a house sort of like the little pig built that the wolf could not blow down, and now i get older and i feel that faith is a matter of surrender. its a matter of just giving up and leaving that house and just walking out and experiencing the cold and the rain and doubt and confusion and trying to keep up your hope and some sense of gratitude. if you just keep up hope and gratitude maybe thats, maybe thats all you need...


-garrison keillor

Camus was a keeper??

this makes me happy...mostly that  camus was a keeper...also the academy:



"A new football academy in France is aiming to turn its pupils not just into star goalkeepers, but top-class thinkers and citizens...

...The academy's philosophy has drawn comparisons with French writer and Nobel Prize winner, Albert Camus, an Algerian-born philosopher and goalkeeper, who saw the beautiful game as providing moral guidance and inspiration for living."

-BBC



i know, it's a worship song. but go ahead, click play and listen to it while you read.  there's a line about 1.10 in that says, "my purpose remains the art of losing myself in bringing you praise".  i get this feeling inside whenever it gets to that line that truth is being spoken.  there is something in the thought of becoming so caught up in the midst of praising the one who created us that i just love.  and to think that this is our purpose....well, i really enjoy that thought (to put it mildly).

i was going to say more...but i think i'll just acknowledge the truth put forth and leave it at that...it has its own voice

you may have seen this picture by now...but i just spent an hour being blown away by the traveling museum it is a part of...incredible stuff:

(click the enhanced one if you've got an hour, or want to end up buying coffee table books)

my happy dresser...


my dresser smiled at me today

"Belief and confusion are not mutually exclusive; 

I believe that belief gives you a direction in the confusion. 

But you don't see the full picture. That's the point. That's what faith is. You can't see it.
 
It comes back to instinct. Faith is just up the street. 
Faith and instinct, you can't just rely on them. 
You have to beat them up. You have to pummel them to make sure they can withstand it, to make sure they can be trusted."

~Bono

we shall not be moved, except by a child with no socks and shoes...