If my song loses shape in the meantime, please, identify me by sound
I had to call some more doctors this afternoon, but I managed to make it out of the house before the light was lost entirely. On the School Street Bridge, I ran into someone I hadn't seen since January at least, maybe in more than a year: thanks, plague. An attempt to photograph tree-shadows mingling with the shadows of a fire escape on the late-lit side of a house came out beautifully colored but geometrically confused, but I did get some nice shots of dead sunflowers.
An arrangement of autumn.
A step to the right and the sky went out.
The facing profile. I love this one: the sunflower stalks and the telephone wires in the same line of communication.
Have some links.
1. Jan Morris has died. For once this year, at a reasonable age for it, but still.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks and I were just talking about her the other night. People are not supposed to die while they are still so important that they can come up in any conversation and often do.
2. Courtesy ofcmcmck: IBM formally apologizes to Lynn Conway for firing her in 1968 for being trans. At least they had the guts to do it while she was around to hear.
3. Courtesy ofspatch: the Radiophonic Workshop prepares to play the internet.
4. Courtesy ofselkie: "Hanna Rovina at the Doctor's." I am pretty sure this sketch is funny even without knowledge of the production history of The Dybbuk.
5. A thoughtful review of a thorny piece of research that I kept having to remind myself was dealing strictly with evangelical, charismatic concepts of God or I became in danger of screaming at the page: James Wood, "Does Knowing God Just Take Practice?" Predictably, the religious approach that made the most sense to me came at the end of the article, from the skeptical reviewer himself: "Durham is dominated by a beautiful cathedral, one of the great achievements of Romanesque architecture. I spent long hours inside this magnificent building as a cathedral chorister, and grew to love its gray silence, its massive, calm nave, the weight of centuries of devotion. Sometimes I could almost feel the presence of the faithful stonemasons who, in the twelfth century, arduously placed one stone on top of another." I don't understand asking God for a nice haircut. I understand time.
An arrangement of autumn.
A step to the right and the sky went out.
The facing profile. I love this one: the sunflower stalks and the telephone wires in the same line of communication.
Have some links.
1. Jan Morris has died. For once this year, at a reasonable age for it, but still.
rushthatspeaks and I were just talking about her the other night. People are not supposed to die while they are still so important that they can come up in any conversation and often do.2. Courtesy of
cmcmck: IBM formally apologizes to Lynn Conway for firing her in 1968 for being trans. At least they had the guts to do it while she was around to hear.3. Courtesy of
spatch: the Radiophonic Workshop prepares to play the internet.4. Courtesy of
selkie: "Hanna Rovina at the Doctor's." I am pretty sure this sketch is funny even without knowledge of the production history of The Dybbuk.5. A thoughtful review of a thorny piece of research that I kept having to remind myself was dealing strictly with evangelical, charismatic concepts of God or I became in danger of screaming at the page: James Wood, "Does Knowing God Just Take Practice?" Predictably, the religious approach that made the most sense to me came at the end of the article, from the skeptical reviewer himself: "Durham is dominated by a beautiful cathedral, one of the great achievements of Romanesque architecture. I spent long hours inside this magnificent building as a cathedral chorister, and grew to love its gray silence, its massive, calm nave, the weight of centuries of devotion. Sometimes I could almost feel the presence of the faithful stonemasons who, in the twelfth century, arduously placed one stone on top of another." I don't understand asking God for a nice haircut. I understand time.
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As I’ve seen them say on Tumblr: “Just a moment. (Googles) Yep, this is funny.”
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Oh, good!
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And yes, that sketch is funny!
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Thank you!
And yes, that sketch is funny!
Hooray!
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Good!
The little explanatory linguistic subtitles were useful.
I loved the pun around catching a cold/dybbuk. (I don't speak Hebrew: I know prayers and what they mean, but after that it's all cognates with Akkadian or nothing.)
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Is it not often said that no one is fully dead until the last memory of them is gone? If so, then by having conversations that they come up in, you continue to keep them alive.
(A grim corollary occurs to me: Those whom no one speaks of are dead, though yet they breathe.)
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That is a nicer interpretation. Thank you.
The Etruscans measured their time in historical memory: a seclum (Latin saeculum) was the span of time from an event until the death of the last person who was alive for it.
(A grim corollary occurs to me: Those whom no one speaks of are dead, though yet they breathe.)
There are people I am fine with silencing from existence. Damnatio memoriae.
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That is a great compliment! This one? (This is the cover of the edition I first remember reading.)
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I'm also glad to see the Radiophonic Workshop are still at it!
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You're welcome. I hadn't seen the news until you posted it. I shared it with my family and my father's immediate reponse was, "About time."
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I don't understand asking God for a nice haircut. --Yeah, I don't understand asking God for anything, really.
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Especially this year! Solidarity.
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No, that distinction makes sense to me. Justice is different from possessions.
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People are there to ask for the latter. The former, who else have you got?
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As a shambolic nonmonotheist from a line of Irish Catholics, I have no intrinsic problem with this, but I am extremely wary of the Esoteric Order of Osteen types who don't seem to realize that's what they're doing.
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I would admire the wording of the Esoteric Order of Osteen no matter what, but I also agree with you that a person should acknowledge their practice and not just what they preach about it. You are not the first person I've heard describe evangelical/charismatic Christianity in these terms.