rubbish and satellites.

Zeit reports on this here.

35,000 people.

hmmmm….

event/being.

i’ve been waking up with difficulty, and weariness has not left my side over the last few days. the feeling has remained with me through the day, and has been chipping away at the activities that do me some good, and reduced my days to mere hours of work.

i am going away tomorrow for a day, and looking forward to getting out, albeit just for a short while.

i need to change.  starting from now. no one can help me with this one, so i accept responsibility.

patience, nutshell.

uncommon spaces tend to shake my being revealing frailties otherwise checked, enclosed in bubbles of activity. even though i seek to grow and to accept and to behave respectfully and truthfully, i stumble over rocks of desire and anger, thorns of short temper, inwardness overwhelmed by social obligation, and those birds signifying the reconfiguration of loss and longing.

at times i just don’t hear the music. i can’t see for the haar. my courage crumbles to dust. i sit down and rethink, relive, reflect. it appears that nothing is moving. people transform into gulls and fly into the storm.

sometimes it takes days before i catch my breath.

but i walk with you. my faith in you travels like light and will not be crushed.

habemus bike.

needless to say, very proud of this baby.

thanks dani for your patience with me…

beaming nutshell

little miss tut and the object of tz.

i thought this was one of the OED’s less skillful descriptions:

tut, n

also tutt, -e, 9 Sc. tuts.

. 9 Sc. toot, tout; toots. [A natural utterance; the spelling tut sometimes represents the palatal click (also spelt TCHICK, TCK). Cf. also hut tut, hoot toot, hout tout s.v. HOOT int.] 

An ejaculation (often reduplicated) expressing impatience or dissatisfaction with a statement, notion, or proceeding, or contemptuously dismissing it. (The Sc. toot, toots, expresses mild expostulation.)

metaphor is revelation.

still.

Sometimes you meet people and they get under your skin immediately.
They cause turmoil and generate hope. The feeling never fades entirely.
You may have no good reason to continue to have faith in them because, for them, it may never have felt that way, they do not even consider you a close friend and they have not spent much time thinking about you.
At times, you may indulge in hopes that are not justified, and you make the concession that there are different kinds of love. But deep down you know this is not quite the case here.
Those times in the night you lie awake you may admit to yourself that you know it is all rather pointless to even make an effort for them, because they will never feel the same way about you.
But the crazy thing is that it is not an effort. It is not even interested. It is just about the happiness of seeing them happy. It is an acceptance that you have not managed to generate the same fondness in them, but it is ok…

quiz question for the week….

the line

‘but you never talk to me’

spoken by a woman was said in which film, and as a reaction the interlocutor runs off? any guesses?

i didn’t like most of the film, only one scene that was really cute.

the winner will get a surprise. saynomore.

kantian or huttonian? why?

i am rereading ingold (1986: 130) on time as my last chapter surprisingly turns out to be about both illicit stills and time. i am not sure how that happened, but i have accepted this oddity. What do you think of this? The context of the excerpt is a discussion of Darwinian evolution and structuralist accounts of culture, and their deployment of time/temporality/progressive change, etc:

For Kant the Creation was not a one-off event, but a directed, evolutionary process that is continually going on. It did indeed begin at one point, but it will never cease. The order of nature is forever coming into existence, but at no point can we stand back to contemplate its completion. Thus in the cosmos in general as in life in particular, time is the very essence of becoming. Hutton’s view of the Creation, to the contrary, was strictly Newtonian. There was a moment, we know not how far remote as it left no trace, when everything was put in its place as part of an ordered, steady-state system… From that moment on, the order of nature – perfect and complete – has ticked over like a clock destined to run for all eternity.