Tuesday, March 25, 2008

I Found Out Why 2008 Is Gonna Be Great!

Evidently, it is the exact turning point from the age of Pisces to the Age of Aquarius. Check this out from John Hogue:

"2 0 0 8: The Reboot of History

Friends,2008 is more than a year. It is a turning point in history. It is the exact apex in time when the balance of ages, suspended, begins to tip away from forces and themes defining the last 2,000 years. History will now incline with ever increasing direction, for better or worse, towards those values and influences that mark a new 2,000-year era.

Hello, 2008. You are the real dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

You are the age where even the smallest individual can change the course of the future. The year indicates the midpoint in the gradual overlap of the Piscean Age subsiding into the Aquarian Age. Epoch shaking change comes now. Not in the year 2012, when it is said the Mayan Calendar of the Ancient Mesoamerican time keepers ends its 63 million year long count. Wait and you will be looking late.

The death and rebirth of ages begins right now. "

damn.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

The Only Other Time Ondaatje Mentions Stars in His Memoir, Though There is Much Allusion to Wranglin'

"A hand cupped the heel of a woman who wanted to climb a tree to see the stars more clearly."

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Fate or Destiny

in a book I read recently called Everyday Tao, the author wrote that there is a great difference between the two. Fate is what happens, it is what would always happen, it is the succumbing to time and circumstances without question, without engagement, without seeking change. without energy.
Destiny is not this.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Just Out Of Curiousity . . .


. . . would stalking (ie "tracking" or "taming") a celebrity (ie, a "star") count as star -wrangling?

Because I've decided that my new plan in life is to find out where Josh Homme (Lead singer/guitarist of Queens of the Stone Age, aka The Ginger Elvis) lives, ingratiate myself into his life, somehow discredit his wife and the paternity of his child, and then marry him.

that counts as star-wrangling, right?
btw Josh - if you or your lawyers are reading this, i'm just kidding. except that part about marrying you.

oh, and for those in the know . . . Steve stood me up. again.
but see, now I can tell when he's lying. because i hear sounds coming out of his cake-hole.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

stardust

See, what did I tell you...and you thought I was crazy. I tell you, you just keep working, you just take it slow, and before too long you won't have to be worried about nothin'. You just be sittin back, sellin' those paintings, and having a good time.

Music to my ears....

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Michael Ondaatje Only Occassionally Refers to Stars, Mostly in Passing

"He would put on 'I Kiss Your Little Hand, Madam' and mime great passion for an invisible partner, kissing the mythical hand, pleading to the stars and the jungle around him to console him in an unrequited abstract love."

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Alessandro Studies Our Closest Star

“The sun cleared the eastern ridges of the Apennines, having pushed a crescent of itself over the inflamed hills as if to begin it’s white barrage from a firing slit. Alessandro squinted at it, having saved his eyes all his life to see now that its surface was like a pocket in the waves under a high wind, swirling in contradiction and counterpoint within an arc as luminous and clear as crystal. It ascended in perfect containment, its detonations noiseless, its fires compressed, and it floated over the mountains, flooding them with light.”

Friday, March 7, 2008

confucious said one time

If you shoot for the stars and hit the moon, it's ok. A lot of people never even shoot.

Alssandro Still Talking to Nicolo in the Middle of the Night

“You see how insane the world is, Nicolo? No matter that it is unbearably beautiful. How would I have guessed that during my last hours I would sit on a rock in the starlight, in mountain laurel, explaining sexual hygiene to an apprentice in a propeller factory.”

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Upon Being Interrupted Again by Nicolo

“I’ve always loved being outside, on the ground. The ground has been my salvation. Sitting here under the stars makes me feel as if I have a place, as if I’m doing right, as if this is where I’m intended to be. So you just shut up, please, and let me continue.”

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

If you want a horse to move, you have to make him believe it is his idea-Merle Semmler

I wonder if the same is true of stars.....

Alessandro Trying Not to Be Exasperated While Discussing Spirituality With Nicolo

“This walk, for days and nights in the open air, without sleep, under sun, moon, and stars, is mortification of the flesh. Like thundering music, it agitates the spirit until it rises.”

So This Really Is Paradise

Walking to the library this morning, I wished I had a camera. It's all humid, post-rain, tropical blotchy sky with light that makes all the huge green leaves pop out. There were a couple of Ibis pecking around in the shallows of the pond. I love the Spanish Moss hanging from the the hardwoods. Maybe it's always good to be alive, but some mornings are more noticeably so.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Alessandro Hikes Home After the War

“With luck he would have a moon or a sky clear enough to let the starlight through, and with more than luck he would reach the peaks by daylight.”

Monday, March 3, 2008

Allesandro And Niccolo Walk From Rome to Somewhere Else

“As they walked in daylight or under the stars, they felt as if they were scrambling along the top of a wall so high that the towns of Italy, glittering below them in the warm summer air, were places in a children’s book or a fairy tale.”

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Alessandro Embarks On a Forbidden Mission to Save His Friend

“They threw themselves onto the snow and began shooting in his direction, but he was hidden by clouds, and when the clouds dissipated, his dark silhouette was almost impossible to find against the black sky, for all it did was cut out the stars.”

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Said the Milanese to Alessandro While Waiting in the Trees, With Only 20 Rounds of Ammo Apiece,for the Austrians

“And I don’t like to fight in fog. With the stars there’s something more tolerable about it, and in the cold air up here the stars go crazy. They’re so bright they jump around like fleas, they burn like magnesium. If you get killed on a night like that you go straight up.”