Resistance is futile. Road trips in Middle Earth must be mind mapped with Borg precision. There is much to assimilate.
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 26, 2017
№ 321. Paris Through Square Lenses 2
Here's more from under the hood of the digital chest. It's good to remember happy memories. Makes the rainy days more fun and sunny.
№ 320. Paris Through Square Lenses
Spring 2014. Three years ago, we revisited the City of Lights. Still charming and, yes, expensive. But worth the visit, nonetheless.
A few of the Instagram pix I was able to dig up from my digital treasure chest / memory box.
A few of the Instagram pix I was able to dig up from my digital treasure chest / memory box.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
№ 232. Evil is Ordinary
Every Angel is terror. And yet,
ah, knowing you, I invoke you, almost deadly
birds of the soul.
Where are the days of Tobias,
when one of the most radiant of you stood at the simple threshold,
disguised somewhat for the journey and already no longer awesome
(Like a youth, to the youth looking out curiously).
Let the Archangel now, the dangerous one, from behind the stars,
take a single step down and toward us: our own heart,
beating on high would beat us down. What are you?
(from The Second Elegy, The Duino Elegies, Rainer Maria Rilke)
Bento Box:
That image of a concert venue turned slaughterhouse on Friday, Nov. 13, in the storied capital of France, captures the random carnage that was the primary objective of the terrorists. It could only have been terrorism—the concept of asymmetrical warfare is only analytical, the framework of an anti-Western backlash mostly rhetorical. Above all, the declaration of an Islamic holy struggle is a perversion of religion.
ah, knowing you, I invoke you, almost deadly
birds of the soul.
Where are the days of Tobias,
when one of the most radiant of you stood at the simple threshold,
disguised somewhat for the journey and already no longer awesome
(Like a youth, to the youth looking out curiously).
Let the Archangel now, the dangerous one, from behind the stars,
take a single step down and toward us: our own heart,
beating on high would beat us down. What are you?
(from The Second Elegy, The Duino Elegies, Rainer Maria Rilke)
Bento Box:
That image of a concert venue turned slaughterhouse on Friday, Nov. 13, in the storied capital of France, captures the random carnage that was the primary objective of the terrorists. It could only have been terrorism—the concept of asymmetrical warfare is only analytical, the framework of an anti-Western backlash mostly rhetorical. Above all, the declaration of an Islamic holy struggle is a perversion of religion.
Monday, August 3, 2015
№ 202. Happy Feet
Thursday, July 31, 2014
№ 182. Two Violins
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