Monday, January 30, 2006

Amazing grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
’Twas blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to feel
and grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.
Amazing grace, ohh how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind but now I see....
January 30, 2006

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Lack of Color by Death Cab

Lack of Color by Death Cab



And when i see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around
If you feel discouraged
That there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seems
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's a to z
This fact not fiction
For the first time in years
And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But i know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay [x3]
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years



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    Tuesday, January 24, 2006

    The Mouse Whose Name Is Time

    January 24, 2006


    The Mouse Whose Name Is Time
    The mouse whose name is Time
    Is out of sound and sight.
    He nibbles at the day
    And nibbles at the night.
    He nibbles at the summer
    Till all of it is gone.
    He nibbles at the seashore,
    He nibbles at the moon.
    Yet no man not a seer,
    No woman not a sibyl
    Can ever ever hear
    Or see him nibble, nibble.
    And whence or how he comes
    And how or where he goes
    Nobody now remembers,
    Nobody living knows.
    Robert Francis

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    Michelle Bachelet on Violence

    January 23, 2006


    Michelle Bachelet on Violence


    ''Violence entered my life and destroyed what I loved. I was a victim of hate, and so I have dedicated my life to reversing that hatred by turning it into understanding, tolerance and -- why not say it outright? -- love.'' So spoke Michelle Bachelet on Sunday night after winning Chile's presidential election.

    She is the first women, without family political connections, to win as president in the Hemisphere! Bachelet, a socialist during the Allende period, was tortured and sent into exile.

    Sunday, January 22, 2006

    T.S. Eliot on Love

    January 20, 2006


    T.S. Eliot said that we should not over-examine love, not seek to place it “fixed and sprawling on a pin”—the study of it only devalues the object. It just is. And thank God for that!

    Saturday, January 21, 2006

    Einstein sobre Intelectualidad

    Einstein sobre Intelectualidad


    EINSTEIN


    Damas y caballeros,
    En estos días, la humanidad se encuentra orgullosa de su propio desarrollo intelectual. La búsqueda del conocimiento, es una de las mayores cualidades del hombre.

    Aunque los que llevan la voz mas fuerte, no son nuestro orgullo, sino aquellas voces que no se escuchan.
    No se debe mezclar la propia intelectualidad con las voces del poder.
    Pero por supuesto, el intelecto tiene mucho músculo, pero no tiene personalidad.
    No se puede liderar, solamente surfear (sic), y no es para fastidiar la elección del líder. Esta característica refleja la calidad del clérigo, el intelectual.

    El intelecto tiene una visión aguda sobre los metales y herramientas, pero es ciego a los fines y valores. Entonces, no sorprende que esté transmitido mediante un ciego fatal, del viejo al joven, de generación en generación.
    January 20, 2006

    Friday, January 20, 2006

    power corrupts

    power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely

    Lord Acton's epic warning that "power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely"
    Historian Lord Acton (1834-1902) issued epic warnings that political power is the most serious threat to liberty.
    Born in Naples, he was educated in England, Scotland, France and Germany, developing an extraordinary knowledge of European political history.

    While he never wrote the history of liberty he dreamed about, his essays and letters abound with memorable insights. For instance: "Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end...liberty is the only object which benefits all alike, and provokes no sincere opposition...The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to to govern. Every class is unfit to govern...Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."
    In his inaugural lecture as Regius Professor of Modern History at Cambridge University, Lord Acton told students: "I exhort you never to debase the moral currency or to lower the standard of rectitude, but to try others by the final maxim that governs your own lives, and to suffer no man and no cause to escape the undying penalty which history has the power to inflict on wrong."

    Monday, January 16, 2006

    The committed citizens

    January 16, 2006
    The committed citizens
    Margaret Mead said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
    Happy MLK day!

    Friday, January 06, 2006

    Boa Constrictor

    January 06, 2006

    Boa Constrictor

    Oh, I'm being eaten
    By a boa constrictor,
    A boa constrictor,
    A boa constrictor,
    I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
    And I don't like it--one bit.
    Well, what do you know?
    It's nibblin' my toe.
    Oh, gee,
    It's up to my knee.
    Oh my,
    It's up to my thigh.
    Oh, fiddle,
    It's up to my middle.
    Oh, heck,
    It's up to my neck.
    Oh, dread,
    It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
    Shel Silverstein

    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    Summons

    January 05, 2006

    Summons, by Robert Francis
    Keep me from going to sleep too soon
    Or if I go to sleep too soon
    Come wake me up. Come any hour
    Of night. Come whistling up the road.
    Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
    Make me get out of bed and come
    And let you in and light a light.
    Tell me the northern lights are on
    And make me look. Or tell me clouds
    Are doing something to the moon
    They never did before, and show me.
    See that I see. Talk to me till
    I'm half as wide awake as you
    And start to dress wondering why
    I ever went to bed at all.
    Tell me the walking is superb.
    Not only tell me but persuade me.
    You know I'm not too hard to persuade.

    Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    Jorge Luis Borges's El Aleph

    January 04, 2006


    Jorge Luis Borges's El Aleph



    The quote's from Jorge Luis Borges's El Aleph, where Borges visits a friend and goes down to the basement to view this "aleph" thingie. It runs like this: On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realized that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. The Aleph's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I'd seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand; I saw a woman in Inverness whom I shall never forget; I saw her tangled hair, her tall figure, I saw the cancer in her breast; I saw a ring of baked mud in a sidewalk, where before there had been a tree; I saw a summer house in Adrogué and a copy of the first English translation of Pliny -- Philemon Holland's -- and all at the same time saw each letter on each page (as a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight); I saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal; I saw my empty bedroom; I saw in a closet in Alkmaar a terrestrial globe between two mirrors that multiplied it endlessly; I saw horses with flowing manes on a shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn; I saw the delicate bone structure of a hand; I saw the survivors of a battle sending out picture postcards; I saw in a showcase in Mirzapur a pack of Spanish playing cards; I saw the slanting shadows of ferns on a greenhouse floor; I saw tigers, pistons, bison, tides, and armies; I saw all the ants on the planet; I saw a Persian astrolabe; I saw in the drawer of a writing table (and the handwriting made me tremble) unbelievable, obscene, detailed letters, which Beatriz had written to Carlos Argentino; I saw a monument I worshipped in the Chacarita cemetery; I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon -- the unimaginable universe.

    Sunday, January 01, 2006

    Shalom

    January 01, 2006

    Shalom to you now,
    shalom, my firends.
    May God's full mercies
    bless you, my friends.
    In all your living
    and through your loving,
    Christ be your shalom;
    Christ be your shalom.
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