Wednesday, December 30, 2009

400 Billion Suns

"A still more glorious dawn awaits,
not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
A morning filled with 400 billion suns
The rising of the Milky Way."
-Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Absolutely Beautiful

Posting again within a span of twelve hours - it's despicable. Oh well. This is a rather scattered post, going in so many directions at once without fully articulating what I'm feeling. But the feeling is there, whether or not any possible readers understand it, and perhaps a great all-seeing eyeball is around, too.


I find that these song lyrics from "Ajab Si" by Vishal are absolutely beautiful, included in the hilarious and delightful - hilightful - Bollywood film, "Om Shanti Om":

Ankhon mein teri ajab si ajab si adaayen hain
There’s something special in your eyes

Dil ko banade jo patang saansein yeh teri woh hawaein hain
Your breath is the wind that makes my heart soar like a kite

Tere saath saath aisa koi noor aaya hai
The light emanating from you

Chand teri roshni ka halka sa ek saaya hai
Makes even the moonlight but a pale shadow compared to you

Teri nazron ne dil ka kiya jo hashar, asar yeh hua
Your eyes created such a tumult in my heart that…

Ab inme hi doob ke ho jaoon paar, yahi hai dua
All I wish for now is to drown in them


That's what I want: for my life to be beautiful. I can only give a few words and images that can only signify the changes that one thing can inspire in my life. I cannot describe what it was like to hear Telemann's "Don Quixote - Les soupirs amoureux apres la princesse Dulcinee" or Vivaldi's first "Concerto for Two Cellos in G Minor: Allegro" for the first time, or to see Mino's "Yoro Waterfall." I have started to collect quotes that stand out to me, and I write them on a sheet of paper posted on my dorm room wall. They, too, add to the patchwork beauty of my life.

"Within Joshu's cup of tea, the mermaids are dancing." - D.T. Suzuki

"Really, all we're doing here is telling legitimate lies." -Professor Liu

Photo credit: Clive Barker
I want a geshrat to be my friend.

I've been spending too much time perusing icanhascheezburger.com, but I've stopped caring. The kittens can has my soul. It's probably a subconscious, masochistic, therapeutic response to the loss of my own dear kitteh Meike over the last semester. She may be gone from our home for the duration, but never from our hearts. And if God has a back porch, I hope she's taking a nap on it right now with Jessi's kitty, without any magpies to bother her, passing her time amiably until I can hold her in my arms again.


"Dance with me into the ocean
Roll with me into the sea
Don’t tell me the world is in trouble
Do you want to dance with me?"
-"Dance With Me" Old 97s

"Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
"I'll love you only"
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?"
"Love and Some Verses" - Iron and Wine

"Someday we'll find it - the rainbow connection" - Kermit the Frog

On Discovering an Intriguing Blog

I did not know until about five minutes ago that my cousin has a blog, I'd Rather be at Hogwarts. Because I am unaware of how one highlights a series of words and makes it a link to another site, I'll post the link here:

http://jeffersoncampbell.tumblr.com/

My one criticism is that there is no easy way to comment on anything. With the discovery of this blog and recently finishing "Julie and Julia," I decided to write a blog post. It will be for my own vindication, as methinks no one will stumble across this and be interested apart from a few friends and family members, but isn't that the purpose of a blog?

In response to "I'd Rather be at Hogwarts'" post on the 23rd of December:


And in response to a post on the 22nd of December: I was the person that tipped Jefferson off about the Hello Kitty gumball dispenser, thanks much.

And his videos do not work for my computer. That is all. On that, anyway.

I've recently been trying to rework a manuscript of mine, and it's somewhere in the vicinity of 25,000 words. I have new respect for the individuals who participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) over the month of November, writing 50,000 words. With a semblance of a plot. Kudos, guys, ku-dos. It's exhausting.

Word of the day - advesperate.

On recently finishing "The Hunger Games:" I was amused. Got it as a Christmas gift, devoured it in about a day, caved and bought the sequel "Catching Fire" today. Simultaneously, I'm trying to read "Dracula," as well. The epistolary form of writing annoys me; I think I prefer contemporary writing styles, but I'm not sure. There are so many time periods to choose from...

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Sosensical

I am grateful for internal body temperatures.

In other news: I am disappointed that my web-browser has "Schenectady" as a spell-check option and "synecdoche," which I would be more likely to use in a sentence - not saying that Schenectady is an unimportant place, or that it's not fun to say.

In yet other news: There is no time, Toulouse. Or as a more interesting yet nonsensical variant, there is no tome to loose.