Just finished watching Equilibrium (instead of writing a detailed post), an excellent sci-fi/action movie superior, in most respects, to the Matrix movies. I highly recommend it, if that is your cup of tea.
I've also started listening to the Decemberists Picaresque, which finally came in the mail. I'm only halfway through the album, but already I think it's one of the strongest I have heard in the past year or so. A sort of symphonic pirate folk, with tales of love and loss at times almost desperately evocative.
It's felt like an odd couple of weeks. You know those times when you were little (or maybe last week) when you would spin around just to get dizzy, and sometimes your eye would catch something and follow it, and for just a moment, with the turn of your head, you could see the world and not just a blur? That's sort of what life has seemed like--a blur of motion punctuated by the occasional clear image.
Last night was spent cutting out and glueing together Cheat Commandos action playsets and vehicles. Rock, rock on. We have the whole set. Feel free to envy.
Went to see Cornerstone's opera this past Saturday with Jane. Splendid evening, all around, complete with tea in one of North America's coziest sunrooms (which is, I suppose, somewhat wasted on Michigan weather).
Last week I went to the library to do some work, fleeing the havoc that is the IT department where I now reside. It was...nice. Just to be there, surrounded by all the books, was somehow refreshing, like I could breathe easier. You can feel the knowledge radiating from the pages. Do I miss the hallowed halls of higher education and scholarship? I must, or else it wouldn't have felt like a homecoming of sorts. Or at least a reminder, that that world exists, and has a piece of me.
But more on that later. There's always more, and there's always later.
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I feel the same way about libraries. There's something about the rows upon rows of thoughts, and facts, and characters just waiting to be soaked in. I have a feeling I'm going to haunt them a lot after I graduate.
I love the title of this entry. I looked it up, and just knowing it comes from that movie makes me want to watch it.
I thought the title was from a Yeats poem...which it is...so I looked it up too. Apparently the poem is quoted in the film?
Cheat Commandos, eh? Huh. I'll bet they're cool.
I'm rather a fan of the tearoom myself. Can't blame you for liking it. It'll be awfully nice in the summer, even if it is Michigan.
Just to let you know, the matron of the tearoom is delighted with your approbation!
There isn't always "later", my friend. You seem to be someone who reflects a lot on life and its meaning. That's so important.
Think about *what matters most*...search your heart to find the answers. Write out your goals...hopes and God-given dreams on paper. Pursue these with all your heart...lest someday you awake to find that your whole life has been "a blur."
Who are you? What has God called you to in this time and this place?
love that movie. classic.
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Beehead and I went for a walk at Q. U. near our house a little while ago. I got that same feeling: familiarity, knowledge, and longing. It's good to remember.
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