Life as an Extreme Sport

Pearls of Beauty


  1. Thanks – I think they do server maintenance at this time of the night at my web hosts; it always slows to a crawl right now and typos like that take forever to fix. Normally they don’t make it to the RSS feed, but this time it did. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. One of my favorite poets is Neil Peart, the drummer and lyricist for the rock band known as Rush. I think he summed it up elegantly with a lyric from “Mystic Rhythms”:

    “The more we think we know about, the greater the unknown…”

    And another good one from another song by Rush called “Vital Signs”:

    “An ounce of perception, a pound of obscure…”

  3. Mm, Rush – I haven’t listened to them in far too long. I’ll have to load them onto the iPod when I’m back in Albany. I’m curious to see what I’ll love and what will seem more trite; I was a fan around the era of Presto and a few albums after. For reasons that still baffle me, I’ve always been very fond of Test For Echo (both song and album), although I think it’s far from the best work they’ve ever done. I’m not certain if it’s just that there’s something about the technology and the restlessness that speaks to me, or if there’s just a hint of greatness to the album I can’t put my finger on.

    Factoid: I saw Rush years ago, when Primus opened for them. Les Claypol came out to play with them on a couple of songs, which was one of the maddest, most insane bits of bass guitar playing I’ve ever heard.

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