it drags the strength from my body

I feel a weakness i can't understand.

http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/07/famine-in-east-africa/100115/

Love me tender, love me true

"Solitude is an ocean, and wisdom is her queen."

-Madness

A Sigh

Sometimes, only at 28 years of age, I feel like I gave up on life "when I was younger".

I also sometimes, sometimes, think I'm not nearly 'cool enough' --meaning that I gave up on voraciously following my interests and now have tarnish over my talents, with no time to scrub if off and shine.

Most of the time I think I think of myself too much.

God save me from myself.

Sigh.

Also please note, the translation is incorrect in the video. What they are saying is, "Hey friend, these are for you"

A Prayer

A prayer, Madeleine Peyroux from pomerenge on Vimeo.

Lord
I must be strong now
I don't belong now
In this world anymore

I'll say a final prayer for
Those I care for
Who've kept my company

My destiny is clear
I'm dying to have you near
To me

Lord
I don't belong now
If you are waiting
I am not afraid to die

I'm prepared to go
Divide my body and soul
Won't you

Lord
I won't be long now
If you are waiting
I am not afraid to die

Have mercy, Lord
I'm told it's paradise
To have and to hold you

Lord
I must be strong now
I don't belong now
In this world anymore

Lord
I won't be long now
If you are waiting
I am not afraid to die

-Madeleine Peyroux

Heart Beat

Two dozen other dirty lovers
Must be a sucker for it
Cry, Cry, but I don't need my mother
Just Hold My hand while I come
To a decision on it

Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You hit the deck, you get found out
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
You let me down

Black air and seven seas and rotten through
But what can you do?
I don't know how I'm meant to act with you lot
Sometimes I don't try
I just now, now, now, now ,now .....

Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it

Two dozen other dirty lovers
Must be a sucker for it
Cry, Cry, but I don't need my mother
Just Hold My hand while I come
To a decision on it

Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You hit the deck, you get found out
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
You let me down

Black air and seven seas and rotten through
But what can you do?
I don't know how I'm meant to act with you lot
Sometimes I don't try
I just now, now, now, now ,now .....

Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it

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Sometimes there is little else better than an 80's music video. Contrasted with today's videos, these are just gold. A whole new world, where videos somehow had to lend themselves to the song. It's amazing to see where we come from, I really enjoy that aspect.

Isn't it amazing how little it matter what we like or what we go through, except in regards to our continual formation in either response or reaction to circumstance? And even then, that matters for only two possible reasons, neither of which I have time to rattle on about now.

So, I guess, I'm saying I'll save it for later.

Come on baby, come on and work it all out

First Contact

This is straight up awe inspiring (awesome and sweet are too overused though good descriptions). I'd like to think we would react similarly to first contact--however I question our sense of peace.

It's also a good reminder that we can live without fashion magazines, and how incredible the conveniences of modern day are (like the camera, internet, and matchbook).

Dig on it. It's one of the few videos which you'll hesitate to fast forward through; be warned, the music selected for it is pretty lame-that is admittedly subjective.

Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think.

My Back Pages

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

-Bob Dylan

On a related note

Drip drip drip

An old associate with whom I am soon going to meet asked me today via Facebook email how my morning was today (I had a 7:30 meeting). This was my quick response to him -

"it was okay. the moments we got to go stand in the sun and look out over the green as old people and the wealthy middle aged drove their golf balls for the love and improvement of their ability were some of the finest moments in reminder that the whole world is forever just moving on, and that we are simply caught up in those waves--though most of us, especially with the advent of casual social media usage would like to think ourselves a wave unto ourselves--but watching those people drive balls over a manicured lawn while the sun warmed the concrete and my black suit just reminded me that, at best, we are water, whipped into waves by the air currents of history and the shifting plates of time."

Sometimes, I know the first sentence is sufficient, but I still go on.

As a wave then I crash and leave a momentary mark on the sand (with whom I am in love remember?) recede and take some of it with me, only to bring it back in new form, and so on and so on. This isn't quite rebirth, it's more life and death.

See, even in this post.

I one day may see how much I used to speak and know why.

Back to Plotinus.