Archive for January, 2012

Random quote of the day:

 

“If you cannot pray sincerely, offer your dry, hypocritical, agnostic prayer; for God in His mercy accepts bad coin.”

—Jalaluddin Rumi, “What Is Bounty Without a Beggar?” (tr. Robert Bly)

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

The moon was a miracle last night. A common miracle, but a miracle nonetheless. As I drove the elevated section of the 105 heading east to pick Mom up from dialysis, it rose large as a golden ghost galleon, floating along the bridge at the Hawthorne Avenue Green Line station. Nestled in amongst the lights of flights coming in to LAX, floating gold amongst their bright white, every once in awhile one of the planes crossed its face, entering movie cliché time as they became silhouetted against it. Beneath the moon, the lights of the Los Angeles basin spread out like a host of firefly fairies, glimmering off to the horizon before disappearing at the backdrop of the black San Gabriel mountains.

The Metro Green Line runs down the center of the 105 at this stage of its journey. On nights with a hint of moisture, the electric lines flow with little lightlings hurrying ahead of the trains as if to declare with joy, “She’s coming, she’s coming! The Great Mother of us all is coming!” Once the train passes, they rush in her wake, “Wait for us, wait for us!”—electric ducklings following Mama back to swim in the great lake of light, away from the shore that is not their true home.

My heart lifts when I see those little guys. For a moment, I am somewhere else, not driving that freeway, but watching the play of some separate existence intersect briefly with the mundane world. And for a moment last night, the moon became my buffer, my salvation, my miracle of the moment.

Since I don’t do resolutions in real life…

In 2012, pjthompson resolves to…

Apply for a new byzantium.
Volunteer to spend time with gods.
Go scrying three times a week.
Eat more spirits.
Go to the vampires every month.
Spend more time with my mazes.
Get your own New Year’s Resolutions:

Random quote of the day:


“It is we who are the measure of what is strange and miraculous: if we sought a universal measure the strange and miraculous would not occur and all things would be equal.”

—Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Aphorisms

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

You know, there’s a lot to be said for growing old gracefully. There’s also a lot to be said about people looking like people, not some over-idealized ancient supermodel. However, I’m not going to say it. Talk amongst yourselves.

Random quote of the day:

 

“If you’re a singer you lose your voice.  A baseball player loses his arm.  A writer gets more knowledge, and if he’s good, the older he gets, the better he writes.”

—Mickey Spillane, interview with Jon Winokur, Writers on Writing

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Random quote of the day:


“He whose face gives no light shall never become a star.”

—William Blake, “Proverbs of Hell,” The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

 

*Extra bonus points to whoever gets the obscure movie reference.

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Yeah, when you take them for granted, work them into the ground, then announce you have fallen in love with your nurse they get mad and dump your butt to the curb. Big mystery there. But I’m sure all your male colleagues laughed in smugly when you made that remark. You probably don’t have any women “colleagues.”

Sexism is a lot like rust. It never sleeps.

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