Photo Credit: snorf
Cherry Blossoms
Baby Pink White
Lush Green
Windswept Hair
Spring Mad Cyclists
Loved People
Purring Cats
Smile Eyes Twinkle
Light Baggage less
Clean Air
Natural Highs
Respect Trust Belief
Self Everyone
Comfort Peace
For All
The Sane and not so Sane
Roses: Heady. Vibrant. Temporary.
Blossoms: True. Delicate. Content.
So I fell in love with the font I used yesterday….
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
– William Blake (1757-1827)
Image by Chris 2.0
Schrödinger’s Cat Sings the Blues
via panta rei on flickr
we are all
schrödinger’s cats
waiting for the box to open
howling in the dark
screaming into the ambiguity
of our existence
yearning for and dreading
the certainty of what we are
waiting for someone to free us
from the prison
of endless possibilities
someone who lifts the lid above us
and lets the blue floodlight
of the moon fall upon us
to grant us the mercy of knowing
if we are alive or dead
For some reason every feed I subscribe to seems to have referred to The Wire at some point or the other. It has got to the point that I’m seriously considering downloading a couple of episodes.
After spending the past six years reading primarily The Toronto Star and various other N. American publications, I have come to the realization I have been deprived of all global news and all is definitely much worse than previously thought. Observation made after merely 1 week of feed subscription to Dawn. Apparently the Dutch are suffering casualties on a regular basis in Afghanistan and Afghanistan based Canadians seem to be wounded every other day. Surprisingly only the deaths make front page news now days. Also it’s refreshing to go cover to cover without having to see the phrase “War on Terror”.
My life seems to currently revolve around Schrödinger’s cat which basically deals with the concept of being alive and dead at the same time as long as no one knows whether you’re alive or dead which sorta takes the fun out of it. Eitherways it has something to do with particles, waves and eigenstates which I won’t get into right now. Gist being I’m currently reading a book called Schrödinger’s Ball and everywhere I go this seems to crop up. I think it’s some sort of curse associated with reading books. Whatever you’re currently reading will influence your life for the next couple of months.
Everyone loved The Departed yes? I thought it was a clichéd mob movie even though it was pretty good cinematically. Surprisingly Jack Nicholson faded into the background and Mark Wahlberg made a mark for himself. In addition I realized I really don’t give Alec Baldwin enough credit. I am now extremely tempted to watch 30 Rock.
On a side note doesn’t Martin Sheen look eerily like Donald Trump?
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
by Langston Hughes
May you achieve ALL your dreams