Life as an Extreme Sport

Author: Kelly

radio silence

...and everything else

I have fallen under a contemplative radio silence, prompted by being incredibly busy academically, as well as at work. And, more accurately, because I find my response to the fierce return of the cancer trying to kill my mother has made me sink into a quiet reflectiveness that does not lend itself to the internet at large.

…but I can never stay quiet for long, so I suspect my inane chatter will start up again soon. In fact, were I to make any predictions, I would guess that I will start posting pictures of my time here in Portland (as I have fled back to the West Coast for a week plus a few days), and then ruminations from that.

Anyhow. I am here. I am merely watching the world, rather than actively participating. At least in an online sense.

Pope: Creation vs. evolution an ‘absurdity’

life and living


Pope Benedict XVI said the debate raging in some countries ”” particularly the United States and his native Germany ”” between creationism and evolution was an “absurdity,” saying that evolution can coexist with faith.

The pontiff, speaking as he was concluding his holiday in northern Italy, also said that while there is much scientific proof to support evolution, the theory could not exclude a role by God.

“They are presented as alternatives that exclude each other,” the pope said. “This clash is an absurdity because on one hand there is much scientific proof in favor of evolution, which appears as a reality that we must see and which enriches our understanding of life and being as such.”

He might still scream of being an extra from a Star Wars set, and to say we’re at opposite ends on most issues would probably be an understatement… but it always does my heart good to see sense in religious leaders.

Missing J

life and living

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
-Shelley

There are roses blooming here, somewhere. I haven’t found them, but I can smell them every time I step outside of my house. Not surprisingly for the area, they’re antique roses, and they smell soft, and sweet. They smell like J.

Three years.

It no longer feels like yesterday… it still feels like last week.

Tom Snyder

...and everything else

Long before there was Jon Stewart, the same sort of irreverent sense of humour could be found in Tom Snyder. And since I’ve been plagued with horrible insomnia since I was a child, I often found myself watching the pictures fly through the air, as Snyder smoked and snarked and ran off the cuff late at night – what started out as a way to avoid the B-movies became an addiction in its own right.

Godspeed, and a colortini, Mr. Snyder.