Saturday, January 24, 2015
More Can Be Said
A flowing, funning dance of both sacred and profane, both living and dying, both immanence and transcendence, both depth and breadth, both inner and outer, both male and female, both concrete and abstract, is how Jesus characterized the Kingdom in the Gospel of St. Thomas.
Posted by Jack Saturday at 10:37 AM
Saturday, January 17, 2015
From A Dot-Connection Collection
Not Everyone has given up on indie, however. As a character in the online comic strip Cat and Girl noted, "Imperfect is the new desirable!" the latest tactic involves a return to the "rougher sounds and images" described by Shields, despite technology that can autotune or auto correct your deficiencies. "We live in a time of ragged edges," proclaims the friend of Girl. Or, as Marginally Mediocre Blogger Tully Mills (who is actually quite a good Blogger despite the name of his blog) asked in March of this year, "Why does my generation try to make everything look like it's straight out of one of my Dad's shitty photo albums from the '70s?"
While our comic strip heroine Girl agrees ("Not everything needs a poorly silk-screened drawing of a bird on it") her friend gets the last word: "If you need me I will be listening to tape hiss in my room."
Indie Won. Now What?
The Best Canadian Essays 2012
Posted by Jack Saturday at 9:28 AM
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Heretick Talk vs Tick-Tock
Too long have I longed and looked into the distance. Too long have I belonged to loneliness; thus I have forgotten how to be silent. Mouth have I become through and through, and the roaring of a stream from towering cliffs: I want to plunge my speech down into the valleys. Let the river of my love plunge where there is no way! How could a river fail to find its way to the sea?
Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra
Posted by Jack Saturday at 9:01 AM
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Conspiracy nut, leftist, madman. These are terms of dismissal so you don’t have to listen to the argument. It would be healthier and more fun to hear what someone has to say.
Our hope of salvation lies in our being surprised by the other.
Posted by Jack Saturday at 10:30 AM
Saturday, December 27, 2014
He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea.
Henry Thoreau, Walking
Posted by Jack Saturday at 9:47 AM