Saturday, March 04, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Kayne West: Heard 'Em Say
They say people
in your life are seasons,
And anything that
happen is for a reason,
Is that right? Are people seasons? Does everything happen for a reason? If they are and it does I sure would like a hit of whatever the chief co-ordinator is on: It is weirder than anything I have ever come across.
Oh yeah, and the little pipe playing fella in the corner of the video screen is Kokopelli The Navaho god of fertility.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Dock of the Bay
How do you procrastinate? I’m doing it right now, right here. Its fun, but I’m wasting time.
Funny how there are two ways of looking at it. Some of my most wonderful memories are of time spent procrastinating. Waiting for a ferry on Hoy, a small island in the Orkneys. Watching the tide, the gulls swooping over the sea, flotsam drifting close and away; but most of all the glint of sunlight everywhere. There would have been otters, perhaps even hobbits. Those moments on Hoy are golden, healing memories ready to be called to mind when I need them most.
As “Leisure” the William Henry Davis poem goes:
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
Check out the link to the rest of the poem and a cute flash site HERE
But then there is the other kind of procrastination, dark and destructive, eating away at our souls. Desperation so graphically summed up in “Dock of the Bay”
“Looks like nothin's gonna change
Everything, everything remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll just remain the same
I'm sittin' here restin' my
But this loneliness won't leave me alone
Two thousand miles, I roam
Just to make this dock my home
I'm just gonna sit, on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Two kinds of procrastination. So we get some sort of choice? Do we?
Friday, December 30, 2005
The beauty of the unexpected, of not behaving in the manner predicted is displayed wonderfully in this video.
Hey Joe is a great track but it is obvious here that it had lost its appeal for Jimi Hendrix. The switch to Sunshine of your life is enlivening, there is exploration, passion and respect for Cream, who I think were splitting up at the time this recording was made.
If one of us found ourselves in the position Hendrix was in then, given prime time television exposure to perform your hit song would we have the nerve to do as he did, to do the unexpected.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Song for You: Ray Charles
Monday, December 12, 2005
Love Two: U.2.
Love: Ronald Isley
Non-Autostart Press play:
What is it?
A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
A love affair.
An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.
A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.
The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love.
Love Mythology. Eros or Cupid.
often Love Christianity. Charity.
Sports. A zero score in tennis.
Love has several different meanings in English, from something that gives a little pleasure ("I loved that meal") to something one would die for (patriotism, pairbonding). It can describe an intense feeling of affection, an emotion or an emotional state. In ordinary use, it usually refers to interpersonal love. Probably due to its psychological relevance, love is one of the most common themes in art.
Just as there are many types of lovers, there are many kinds of love. Love is inherent in all human cultures. It is precisely these cultural differences that make any universal definition of love difficult to establish. See the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis.
Expressions of love may include the love for a "soul" or mind, the love of laws and organizations, love for a body, love for nature, love of food, love of money, love for learning, love of power, love of fame, love for the respect of others, et cetera. Different people place varying degrees of importance on the kinds of love they receive. Love is essentially an abstract concept, easier to experience than to explain.
But then there is also a single disambiguation entry in Wikipedia:
Love is the conceptual term for deeply personal attraction, fondness, and bonding between human beings.
And the later is what we usually mean by love, in all of its various relationship forms. Not passion, that is something else, but love, which passion, if we are lucky, evolves into with even greater depth.
But is love easier to experience than it is to explain? Are we all capable of love to the same degree? Or is this something else where each person’s level of, for want of a better word, “ability” varies.
Do we all mean the same thing when we talk of love? I think there is abundant evidence to the contrary, but are there measures, scales upon which we can each measure our propensity for love? How would we feel if confronted with the reality that we are among those who do not experience love in the same way as others? To use the sports analogy, “a zero score” Perhaps ignorance is best, live with our conviction that “love” is as we personally experience it and is much too much of a personal issue to concern ourselves with the experiences of others.
"Put all excuses aside and remember this: YOU are capable. Zig Ziglar"
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Breaking up: Ben Harper
Non-Autostart: Press Play
Why do we make such a big deal of it? We meet, learn, lust, learn, maybe love, maybe learn some more, and then? Love more or lose interest.
But how many couples are able to just admit that? The excuses we make for breaking up are as numerous as the stars in the sky. But isn’t it the truth that we just do not want to be with that person anymore? But how many are honest enough to give that as the reason.
It is so much easier to sell ourselves the “I met someone else” “He/she has changed” (like, don’t we all?), “I just don’t feel the same about you” (better).
We want the magic but not the pain. So we make the pain worse by pretending the magic is something it isn’t.
Honesty hurts, but not so badly as the lies hurt. And maybe with honesty we can learn to appreciate relationships in all of their forms, not just the ones we let ourselves think we have to have.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Non-autostart: Press Play
Why is it that what I shouldn’t be doing is always more appealing than what I should? Blogging/shopping; playing/working; Sleeping/waking to the pre-dawn chill. I am sure you can add many more.
But what about those things which are not quite so easily defined? Like/dislike; love/hate, fear/respect. Which of those is the “should” and how do we define them. I learned long ago that what I thought of as a great love or an intense hatred could be viewed by others as mild infatuation or slight irritation, and that I would never be in a position to judge the depth of another’s emotions, nor they mine. But we do. We judge by what we know and what our own experiences have taught us.
And then we wonder what kind of a world it is where a life can be considered a worthless item of sacrifice by one person yet seen as something so precious by another that they are willing to sacrifice themselves to save it. Or one persons love worth so little that another can disregard it, sometimes for a lifetime, yet another will sacrifice their life to love.
Most of us would prefer to think of ourselves as the altruistic one. But the reality is that we are probably equally capable of both. But where in the balance we find ourselves is the real question.