Sunday, August 24, 2008

Smart People

I recommend the film of the above title, especially if you like that slightly snarky Royal Tenenbaums type of humor. Now, if we could only get Wes Anderson to grow up. . .

Thursday, August 14, 2008

A Request

For Jeff Moss-

What's your think on the recent Russian disturbance? If you we're to pitch something up on your blog, I'd be interested in reading it.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

From "Song of the Lotus Eaters"

Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,
In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined
On the hills like gods together, careless of mankind.
For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled
Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled
Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world:
Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,
Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands,
Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands.
But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song
Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong,
Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong;
Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,
Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;
Till they perish and they suffer- some, 'tis whispered, down in hell
Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell,
Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we shall not wander more.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson-