pound for pound

"Ingram did an echocardiogram. Eric was on his back, with a skewed view of the monitor, and wasn't sure whether he was watching a computerized mapping of his heart or a picture of the thing itself. It throbbed forcefully on-screen. The image was only a foot away but the heart assumed another context, one of distance and immensity, beating in the blood plum raptures of a galaxy in formation. What mystery he glimpsed in this functional muscle. He felt the passion of the body, its adaptive drive over geological time, the poetry and chemistry of its origins in the dust of old exploding stars. How dwarfed he felt by his own heart. There it was and it awed him, to see his life beneath his breastbone in image-forming units, hammering on outside him."

- Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

nice cd cover # 17

The National - Boxer

happiness # 60

the feeling of uncooked linguine in my hands, soft and elegant

listen

VIRGIL: I can't pray. It must be Tuesday, one of my godless days.

BEATRICE: Then let's talk about God again on Friday. Until then, think of this: perhaps God is silent so that He might hear us better.

(Silence.)


- Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil

the veracity of what ends

"The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a cave. The remains of an old fire by the side of the road. Beyond that a long concrete causeway. A dead swamp. Dead trees standing out of the gray water trailing gray and relic hagmoss. The silky spills of ash against the curbing. He stood leaning on the gritty concrete rail. Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence."


- Cormac McCarthy, The Road

happiness # 59

the smell of olives, pungent, oily, strong, under trees. even though i don't eat them.

biking home at night

the truth reveals itself.

unbindings

"Or how he was once found on the Well-Regarded Rabbi's front lawn, bound in white string, and said he tied one around his index finger to remember something terribly important, and fearing he would forget the index finger, he tied a string around his pinky, and then one from waist to neck, and fearing he would forget this one, he tied a string from ear to tooth to scrotum to heel, and used his body to remember his body, but in the end could remember only the string."


- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

nice cd cover # 16

Pearl Jam - Yield

learning to fly (lesson four)

winds opposing you on the way to will always be winds joining you on the way back


even if they don't.