Kanger Wu!

Happy Mother's Day, Ronnie :)

La Lenteur

Strand is 18 miles of new and used happiness and one of my favorite stops in this city, where stopping is almost unheard of--not for stop lights, ambulances, pedestrians, not to sleep, not to smell roses (but maybe to smell the yellow bordered pages of basement books :D ).

Tonight's happy find was a first edition of Kundera's Slowness:

"Why has the pleasure of slowness disappeared? Ah, where have they gone, the amblers of yesteryear? Where have they gone, those loafing heroes of folk song, those vagabonds who roam from one mill to another and bed down under the stars? Have they vanished along with footpaths, with grasslands and clearings, with nature? There is a Czech proverb that describes their easy indolence by a metaphor: 'They are gazing at God's windows.' A person gazing at God's windows is not bored; he is happy. In our world, indolence has turned into having nothing to do, which is a completely different thing: a person with nothing to do is frustrated, bored, is constantly searching for the activity he lacks" (3).

The heart constantly, restlessly in search stops to catch her breath
   in musty used bookstores
   in lots and lots of food
   in new music, new clothes, new things
The good stuff of boredom and frustration.

Maybe the rest is sweeter, closer for the busier & tireder
   joining the ranks of corporate America via Slavebucks
   bloating the mind and body to compensate for the heart
   chasing down flying 175g objects
The stuff of restlessness and exhaustion.

"Restless till they rest in Thee" says Augustine in Confessions (another Strand acquisition). Looking to lesser rest for the cure. This my idolatry these days.

Asian + Dairy Products

73 degrees out today but I managed to make it snow. Indoors.

At Starbucks the whipped cream is made fresh from heavy cream + vanilla syrup. So I'm screwing in the nitrous oxide charger and suddenly... EXPLODE!!! yay! A shower of freshly whipped cream everywhere. Like... on everyone's faces, clothes, the menu board. The other baristas applauded and welcomed me to the team--it happens to everyone, they said.

That's also what they told me when I left a pitcher of milk steaming (didn't know depressing the lever any less than all the way results in manual, not automatic steaming) and it erupted. yay!

Frothed milk when it dries on my black work shoes looks like bird poo.

Blossom

Then the time came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin

Mate of Room & Soul

this one, too

Originally uploaded by xsylns

This Is My Cat

without her idk where i bes.

Originally uploaded by xsylns

Finally in the Vernacular!

Good news = U Can Haz Cheezeburgrz 2

"Everwun what reedz these wurdz will has cheezburgrz and everwun what heerz theez wurdz will has cheezburgrz. Also, pay attenshuns, cuz iz comin. Habeeb it" (Revelation 1:3, Lolcat Bible).

Excerpt from awgooment fwum free will paradoks:

Ceiling Cat givz free will, but he noes what kittehs r going 2 do cuz Ceiling Cat iz omnishcientz. Dis is paradoks cuz u no can haz free will if Ceiling Cat allreedy noes wut ur going 2 do, srsly. Kthxbye.

(Edit: greystar13 Kounterargumentz: We can has Free Will an Ceeling Cat can still haz omni... omnomnom... know evry things.)

There's so much to gain from the rich nuances of meaning offered by different translations. Take Song of Solomon 6:7 for another example:

Ur butt
is liek a peach.

Yea!