I never had any direct contact with him, not even online. But something about him was special.
I am sorry for his family and friends. My heart aches especially for his little girl. But I am glad we will never again see his dark eyes full of pain and confusion.
Only that beautiful smile.
No more suffering for you, dear brother. I can't wait to meet you one day and tell you, "Thank you for staying faithful to Christ, even through the horror of this final year."
But more than that, I know it's from the heart. That's what touches me the most.
For our Lord God Almighty reigns
For our Load God Almighty reigns
Are You Lord God Almighty
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
You are Holy
Are You Lord God Almighty?
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
Re-reading Gone With the Wind has been so deeply meaningful to me this time around. I've gotten to the burning of Atlanta, and her return home afteward.
I feel her exhaustion, the weight of having to care for others, and the impotent rage that comes when you can do so little, while there's so much to be done. I feel the crushing weight of it all.
I love this movie so, so much!
Well, Sunday morning I was in for a total treat because I was the only audience member. I picked the best centre seat and munched away on my popcorn. I guess THX1138 isn’t that big of a draw. Let me say - the future may be bad, but at least it’s not THX1138 bad! Another woman showed up and I thought that was cool - two chicks who dig science fiction, yeah!
The movie started and it quickly became apparent that it was being played from a DVD and someone had left the commentary track on! At first I thought it was similar to the CE3K showing where there was some preamble, but nope. The usher came in and explained the problem and that the movie would be reset. After a few minutes of watching the film again, the other woman left, came back and told me we were in the wrong theatre.
“But my ticket said 11...” I said. Regardless, thinking that perhaps they were showing it in more than one theatre, I followed her out into theatre 12...where I realized that a completely different movie was playing. So I scooted back and finally settled in again to watch the movie. It was sweet - I could be that annoying person with their phone during the movie! Oh, and because it was so botched, the usher gave me a free admission coupon and I didn't have to complain!
We watched THX1138 some time ago and I noticed that there isn't a previous entry for it. It's possible we watched it on our old CRT so it may have been in pan and scan. On the big screen I noticed a ton of details that went by me before. On the other hand, there were some details that I simply noticed because ten years of art college gives you the language to talk about pacing, empty spaces, shadows, etc. etc. One glaring thing I notice was when THX meets the self-described hologram SRT. For a hologram, SRT is pretty tangible. He's hungry and feels emotions. In the world of THX1138, people of colour seem to exist as entertainers. I can't help but think that SRT's lack of self-realization is a slight commentary of the times in which is was produced. And speaking of those times, it still has a futuristic touch that seems rather ageless.
I don't think the future could ever look like THX1138 and it's sad to think that the past had such a morose version of the future. Perhaps in 1971 they just didn't have the understanding, descriptive language or knowledge to paint a brighter picture.
This is the area of the family for whom I used to babysit. I miss the area and I miss that family so, so much. I went back a couple of years ago just to walk around and remember them. I saw their old apartment and the little playground across the street. We spent so much time there.
I admit, I cried.
I don't know how it looks these days, but when I was there, this was one of the most peaceful, beautiful residential areas I'd seen in the city. (The home of He Who Must Not Be Named was just down the street.)
But there was also an "artsy" vibe going on. The Lilltreet Art Center was on the way to their place.
The Ravenswood Art Walk
YouTube comments are usually a wasteland of idiocy. But I came upon this today and it was breathtaking. (Just like the video, which is beautiful and unexpectedly moving.)
I don't know if the comments originated with this person or whether they copied it from someone else. Whoever wrote it is an eloquent writer. This is gorgeous. (I broke it up into what I hope are appropriate paragraphs.)
Isn't this beautiful? The narration of the video was good. But I could imagine this one as being even better!
4 months ago
Feel for the scientists and the engineers who made this little probe. To them, it would be nothing short of their child, millions of kilometers away, unseen for twenty years, and taking hours to respond to the simplest of commands, yet it continues to make its parents proud, and delivering what is requested. The suspense and anxiety those mission controllers must have felt in the last twenty years have to result in some kind of emotion bond to that little computer.
Imagine sending your daughter out into the unknown, facing countless dangers and always playing the odds, running on processors two decades old yet still functioning and transmitting massive amounts of data home, never giving up. The little probe has made hundreds of maneuvers, each one painstakingly planned and executed, each one biting into her fuel reserves, each one bringing her closer to her end. Imagine the programmers who gave her the knowledge to keep herself safe, the engineers who designed her to be our eyes and ears, and the flight controllers who worked nonstop for twenty years to keep their child safe. To some it will be their entire career, others their magnum opus, but for all of us Cassini is our trailblazer, for in her footsteps we must follow.
We must continue to send our robotic creations into the abyss, so that someday we might go ourselves, wielding all the knowledge these brave children of ours have collected. Our descendants might never find Cassini after her cremation into Saturn, but they will go where Cassini has gone, see what Cassini has seen, and they will remember her and thank her for leading them there. Cassini might not be able to think as we humans do, or talk as we can, but she is more human than many of us will ever be, she embodies our spirit of courage, curiosity, fascination and exploration, embarking on a one way trip in the hopes that others will follow.
Don't be afraid to shed a tear for our little girl, be afraid that we might let her down, and to squander her efforts. Next time you see a bright star in the low summer sky, glistening over the horizon, just know that Cassini is there, beckoning you to come visit her.
More importantly, as it relates to Islam/jihad and the struggle for survival going on in the West, he has the moral clarity that is so desperately needed. We would do well to heed him.
The entire thing is worth watching - every last word.
HOW SEPTEMBER 11 CHANGED MY LIFE (VIDEO)
How desperately I long for my independence day from this nightmare, this hellish life I am living right now. I see their expressions, I see that finger in my face, I hear those words.
The key is that I cannot take it for myself. That's where the song goes wrong. God has to do this for me. Vengeance is not for me. I don't want vengeance.
I want justice. And I want mercy for them.
And only Jesus Christ can bring either one, and in perfect balance.
I only ask, Lord... when?
Just a quick bio skim from her official website says she's Japanese/Sicilian. Now there's a combination!