and i'll keep you, as people keep the sabbath
I haven't said too much election-wise here, in part because I haven't been posting and in part because I end up discussing it so much at school and with my dad (he might vote Democrat for the first time since 1980, that's how unimpressed he is by the ticket), but this Cary Tennis piece from Salon is worthwhile, in dissecting why Sarah Palin drives so many of us crazy with rage.
He suggests reading Glenn Greenwald's stuff at the end there, and I'd agree, and I'd pass it around as much as possible.
Anyway, whew, another Monday and here we go. I think a great comfort to keep in mind this week is the fact that Pushing Daisies begins again on Wednesday.
A Quiet Joy
Yehuda Amichai
I'm standing in a place where I once loved.
The rain is falling. The rain is my home.
I think words of longing: a landscape
out to the very edge of what's possible.
I remember you waving your hand
as if wiping mist from the windowpane,
and your face, as if enlarged
from an old blurred photo.
Once I committed a terrible wrong
to myself and others.
But the world is beautifully made for doing good
and for resting, like a park bench.
And late in life I discovered
a quiet joy
like a serious disease that's discovered too late:
just a little time left now for quiet joy.
He suggests reading Glenn Greenwald's stuff at the end there, and I'd agree, and I'd pass it around as much as possible.
Anyway, whew, another Monday and here we go. I think a great comfort to keep in mind this week is the fact that Pushing Daisies begins again on Wednesday.
A Quiet Joy
Yehuda Amichai
I'm standing in a place where I once loved.
The rain is falling. The rain is my home.
I think words of longing: a landscape
out to the very edge of what's possible.
I remember you waving your hand
as if wiping mist from the windowpane,
and your face, as if enlarged
from an old blurred photo.
Once I committed a terrible wrong
to myself and others.
But the world is beautifully made for doing good
and for resting, like a park bench.
And late in life I discovered
a quiet joy
like a serious disease that's discovered too late:
just a little time left now for quiet joy.