I had a blast in the Big Apple this past weekend with my friend Peter. We saw lots of awesome things, but one of the coolest was this temporary exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Not only are these pieces of furniture exquisite works of art, but they have secret compartments and intricate movements reminiscent of Nicholas Cage movies. Seriously, if you’re in New York before 27 January 2013 you need to check this out. The best part is that it’s at the Met, so admission is cheap. Definitely worth it!
To be able to greet the dawn
with juice and joy
is a wondrous thing.
At times like these I feel like the Universe
is an excited child
pouncing onto my mattress and shouting,
Don’t you know that Christ comes to us
Then why should any day not be Christmas?
A friend of mine runs an inclusive sexuality education program called “Our Whole Lives” at a local Unitarian church. She invited me to be on a panel of LGBTQ folk tonight for their middle school class. I and the others shared short versions of our stories: discovering ourselves, coming out, dealing with friends, family, and society at large. The kids asked us questions about shopping and what we liked to do for fun. They shied away from difficult issues a bit, but it was also nice to see they were interested in getting to know us as people.
Yesterday the International Energy Agency released their World Energy Outlook. It contained a statement that has been stated before by activists and scientists, but which has yet to gain widespread traction: “No more than one-third of proven reserves of fossil fuels can be consumed prior to 2050 if the world is to achieve the 2 °C goal” Continue reading
The winds sends bottles scuttling
in the inky outer thing
that coats my windows black.
Wrapped in my cocoon of tungsten light
I sit and contemplate the night
twixt dreamy shoals. I feel no lack,
my tongue is sate with chamomile,
languish legs in flannel piles,
I lazily put off going back.
The earth does not procrastinate
and so to honor the turn of date
and dawn, I to the next shoal tack.
originally written 29 February 2012
The best way I can relate my experience watching Cloud Atlas is to compare it to a one night stand. The movie is like a friendly person who is pretty plain, not unattractive, but not the best you think you can do for yourself. You go home with them because of your own desire to have company more than because of anything compelling about them. Then, when the lights are out and things get going, you find out they’re absolutely amazing in bed. For me Cloud Atlas was an unexpectedly great mental shag.