So I saw a charming bumper sticker this morning, on a truck with several other religious bumper stickers. And I thought, this guy, either (a) didn’t read that closely enough, (b) is inappropriately arrogant, or (c) has an amazingly open mind, for a Christian.
“One learned man is harder on the devil than a thousand ignorant worshippers.”
And now I finally get a thirty-second break in this ballbuster of a day, google it, and it turns out it’s attributed to Mohammed. So now I don’t know what the hell to think. Somebody help me out, here.
I was just importing my archives (It’s working this time, thanks to all that is or has ever been holy. My already-crippled sanity is saved), and I had to break them into nine pieces to upload them all, because there’s a size limit. So I’m getting to see these really old posts as they load.
This one ended up at the top after file #4 finished, October 27, 2003, and it sort of took my breath away. I think it deserves to be posted again.
“Not too long ago, two friends of mine were talking to a Cuban refugee, a businessman who had escaped from Castro, and in the midst of his story one of my friends turned to the other and said, ‘We don’t know how lucky we are.’ And the Cuban stopped and said, ‘How lucky you are! I had someplace to escape to.’
In that sentence he told us the entire story. If we lose freedom here, there is no place to escape to. This is the last stand on earth.” –Ronald Reagan
There’s a reason we venerate him as a sage, you know.
Update: Also? I’m getting a ginormous kick out of how many of you were already coming here in 2003 and 2004. That was a loooong time ago, y’all. Aren’t you sick of me yet?
How the conversation on last night’s The Amazing Race actually went:
Schmirna:You lahk Poleesh Sausage? Heehee.
Polish Cab Driver:Eh?
How it went in my head:
Schmirna:You lahk Poleesh Sausage? Heehee.
Polish Cab Driver:You lahk Meejeet Porn? Heehee.
Finally the idea of inventing something insincere crossed my mind, and I set to work straightaway.
–Marcel Broodthaers, 1964
I wrote somewhere once that the third-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking with the majority, the second-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking with the minority, and the first-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking.
–A. A. Milne
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
– Derek Walcott
What should I be but a prophet and a liar,
Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend’s god-daughter?
And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog,
That was got beneath a furze-bush and born in a bog?
And what should be my singing, that was christened at an altar,
But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter?
You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe,
As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby,
You will find such flame at the wave’s weedy ebb
As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother’s web,
But there comes to birth no common spawn
From the love of a priest for a leprechaun,
And you never have seen and you never will see
Such things as the things that swaddled me!
After all’s said and after all’s done,
What should I be but a harlot and a nun?
– ESVM 1921
“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
“Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh.
“As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he.
“That’s what they are,” said Pooh.
“Let’s frighten the dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“That’s right,” said Pooh to Me.
“I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted “Shoo!
Silly old dragons!”- and off they flew.
“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,
“I’m never afraid with you.”
So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
“What would I do?” I said to Pooh,
“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,
It isn’t much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he.
“That’s how it is,” says Pooh.
our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
it is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
we ask ourselves,
who am i to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
actually, who are you not to be?
you are a child of god.
your playing small does not serve the world.
there is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure about you.
we were born to manifest
the glory of god that is within us.
it’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
and as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
as we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
“You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then - to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.” –Merlyn