“Taking the easy way out or telling the truth — those are not merely two different choices. They are different pathways through life. They are utterly different ways of existing.” ~Jordan B. Peterson
“Taking the easy way out or telling the truth — those are not merely two different choices. They are different pathways through life. They are utterly different ways of existing.” ~Jordan B. Peterson
Was totally played at work this week, stabbed in the gut. How could he? I trusted him! My mentor pushed me to move beyond my bitterness and hurt, and now I’ve come around to forgiveness. Heroin is an ugly mistress.
“Life itself is your teacher, and you are in a state of constant learning.” -Bruce Lee
And why not return to blogging, I say? The weekend finds me reading Wednesday’s WordPress photo challenge, an essay on waiting. Also, the daily prompt is the word Overcome.
The photo challenge and the daily prompt have me going back a little in time to see what I have done with my camera that might prove workable, for the purposes of the WordPress Prompts & Challenges. I think of nature, typically.
Sky over Maple Lawn Cemetery in St. Catharines
I am starting with a cloudy churning sky, shot the twenty-third of August when the heavens above seemed to speak dismay as I helped take care of my duties at the cemetery where I work. You can see the trees on the crest of the hillside standing with authority, and stones beneath, marking the plots where the dead rest and where the living mark time.
It’s a time for words of thanks. The last few days the news has been saying that the anticipated vaccine will begin rolling out soon, to be in place next year. It is such welcome news.
As well, the holidays are here, when people don’t act as paranoid with each other given the holiday season. It’s an unusual holiday season, of course, owing to the impact of the pandemic.
Here on WordPress, occasionally I find specific bloggers to be interesting for me, even if they aren’t well-known, at least not yet, anyway. One guy like that is Jim Adams, who has a blog and who has planned blog prompts through to 2021.
Fandango does daily midnight writing prompts, one-word prompts to inspire his readers to post around that word. I don’t think Fandango knows me, but I know him. I think Fandango and Jim are friendly but competitive.
I remembered also that a tweet of mine finally got some attention, a little. You can see from my screenshot (Twitter on a desktop), that when I took the snapshot, I had twenty-five likes from visitors, and fully five retweets, which is great.
Those are the musicians. Thom Yorke is who did all those great songs with Radiohead, such as Just (You Do It to Yourself). Likewise, Burial has been called, by the cool people at Pitchfork, the best electronic music going.
He counts the days since he last saw you And he tells himself Someday he will walk you all the way home In his attic he keeps a little glass jar Where he collects all the butterflies he felt for you So you can someday set them free Often in darkness when he sits all alone He sees you like a pareidolia staring at him It creeps him out just as it would creep you Once in a while he peels himself off like a pomegranate To see what is wrong inside of him Most days he blames you for his sorrows Other days you are honey waffle cream On the day half way through the month of August He sends you weird poetry to remind himself That you and him were born on the same day As if it really means something He counts the days for a future…
THE BOOK OF STRANGE NEW THINGS – Michel Faber Rating: 5/5
“We’re the aliens here.”
In a not so distant future, Father Peter Leigh is sent on a deep space mission to a new planetary settlement ‘Oasis’ as a Christian minister, even though all the human settlers on Oasis are atheists. Father Peter is appointed as a pastor not for the humans but for the native Oasans, the Jesus loving aliens who have demanded for a priest as a trade deal. Despite the science fiction premise which can be misleading as genre fiction, THE BOOK OF STRANGE NEW THINGS (that’s what the native Oasans call The Bible) is a literary fiction of the highest order, a mesmerizing, atmospheric rumination on faith, philosophy, alienation and despair. Faber crafts the most articulate, exquisite sentences and makes them seem breezy. The brilliance of Faber’s syntax is so dazzling and intimidating, it reminds the…
“Taking the easy way out or telling the truth — those are not merely two different choices. They are different pathways through life. They are utterly different ways of existing.” ~Jordan B. Peterson
“Taking the easy way out or telling the truth — those are not merely two different choices. They are different pathways through life. They are utterly different ways of existing.” ~Jordan B. Peterson
Sky over Maple Lawn Cemetery in St. Catharines 
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 