very interesting BBC Documentary

Sunday Afternoon

Sitting in my living room with a cup of coffee, bagel, and reading a a book,
I hear a car horn honk to the tune of the Godfather.
The first five nine notes repeatedly.
I am in New York.

Inspired by Edison in Love

Okay, so I post other people's poetry because, well, it's beautiful and wholesome. This is the first time I am posting my own. I'm putting it out there and so...uhm.....yeah....

it seems I speak better in poetry and
understand the comfort of impossibility through it.
For those who have been loved to, in a certain way,
and decided to give all your love anyway.
To the dolls and the whores,
the housewives and the mistress,
the ones who cared impossibly hard
with no shadow of reciprocity,
But mostly to those who get on with
the disaster of the aftermath,
Feel newer each day.

Edison in Love, by Robin Ekiss

Thomas Edison loved a doll
with a tiny phonography inside
because he made her speak.

Is there any other reason
to love a woman? Did she say
the ghost of my conception

or something equally demure?
It's hard to be sure how he feels
when he holds me, I fall apart.

I'm projecting here. He didn't feel
her first transgression
was in having no expression.

Rene Descartes, too, traveled alone
with a doll-in-a-box
he called his daughter. Francine,

Francine... is it better to be silent
and wait for everything
we were promised?

Or should we love them back,
the way a train loves its destination,
as if we have the machinery necessary for it?

Crumple and the Ixits

This is my final project. It's film so something gets lost in the cross over, but it will give you a taste of the piece.

Wednesday, the World's biggest particle excelerator gets flicked on!!!!

This wednesday the biggest particle excelerator ever created will be flicked on in an attempt to recreate the conditions that existed immediately after the Big Bang occured. This facily in Switzerland cost 2 billion

This is an amazing event that has the potential (although unlikely) to create a black hole in our midst. I hope to still be able to see you all on the 11th. :)

Article about the Eventful switch on!
http://cosmiclog.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/09/05/1356379.aspx
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/2650665/Legal-bid-to-stop-CERN-atom-smasher-from-destroying-the-world.html
http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2008/aug/07/research.cern?gusrc=rss&feed=education

Links:
http://public.web.cern.ch/Public/Welcome.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CERN

79 by ee cummings (thank you rebs!)

let it go -- the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise -- let it go it
was sworn to
____________go

let them go -- the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers -- you must let them go they
were born
___________to go

let all go -- the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things -- let all go
dear
___________so comes love

Lousa, Portugal...with Mom and Dad!

Photos of Portugal Trip:

- Serra da Lousa. A beautiful swimming hole in the hills.

-Mom and dad in serra da Lousa. My dad and I think that building behind them is an old wheel house.

- A road that runs along a beautiful park where we had a walk, some beers, and food.

-Me and my dad having drinks in bar and watching football. :)

Ireland....with mom and dad!

Photos from Ireland.
-My dad and mom at the Guiness Storehouse Panoramic Bar.
-Me on a street in Dalkey
-My dad and me in a pub.
-My mom, looking very proper, with tea in the hotel Lobby.

'82 Tonys--Dreamgirls

Why sometimes theatre is better than cinema. This is the original theatre version.

Are, Sweden (pronounced Ohrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

Here are some photos of the village church, graveyard, the mountain biking/skiing slope and the view from the chalet we stayed in.

Stuck in Hell, Norway

My mom and I were stuck in Hell train station in Trondheim Norway for five hours on the first day of our travels.

A nice old man at my work passed away last week of cancer. Ray.
The following poem was in his funeral service.

Not how did he die, but how did he live?'
Not, what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units that measure the worth
Of a man, as a man, no matter his birth.
Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspapers say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.
Anonymous

Voltaire

"God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh."

I don't really know what to say right now, but I'm bursting with a desire to communicate. Thus, I'm using other people's words until I can truly find my own.

A little love...

I am disappearing into poetry once again. Doing some spiritual nourishment. Maybe I'll move some.
Reading poetry brings solitude and peace. It is walking through an art gallery in my mind. I find pace, rhythm and self- observation that is truly my own.

At a Window
by Carl Sandburg

Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.