kokoda - AZEK (Deck Boards) doesn't stand behind its product
October 12, 2017 9:35 am
Is it a bird?; Is it a plane?; It’s……nothing
i forget
October 12, 2017 10:19 am
Some are born running, & miss the illusory checkered flag.
“O the ultimate evil in the temporal world is deeper than any specific evil, such as hatred, or suffering, or death! The ultimate evil is that Time is perpetual perishing, and being actual involves elimination. The nature of evil may be epitomized, therefore, in two simple but horrible and holy propositions: ‘Things fade’ and ‘Alternatives exclude.’ Such is His mystery: that beauty requires contrast, and that discord is fundamental to the creation of new intensities of feeling. Ultimate wisdom, I have come to perceive, lies in the perception that the solemnity and grandeur of the universe rise through the slow process of unification in which the diversities of existence are utilized, and nothing, ‘nothing’ is lost.”
― John Gardner, Grendel
“Pick an apocalypse, any apocalypse. A sea of black oil and dead things. No wind. No light. Nothing stirring, not even an ant, a spider. A silent universe. Such is the end of the flicker of time, the brief hot fuse of events and ideas set off, accidentally, and snuffed out, accidentally, by man. Not a real ending of course, nor even a beginning. Mere ripple in Time’s stream.”
― John Gardner, Grendel
Uncola
October 12, 2017 2:17 pm
Time is the fire in which we burn.
– Delmore Schwartz
Peaknic
October 12, 2017 5:13 pm
I have been running this song over in my head at least a few times a week for the past 6 months.
I turn 50 next month and I’ve pissed away the last decade trying to keep the missus happy in Bergen County, NJ while my upstate bugout location has languished without any investments.
Thankfully, I got a great job that is willing to let me move there and keep my NJ salary. Again, though, the missus insisted I give her one more school year to “prepare herself mentally”. Nevermind the 20 grand in savings I’ll need to piss away to maintain her “Housewives of NJ” lifestyle until then.
I just need to keep repeating, “I love my wife. I love my kids. I need to consider her feeeeeelings.”
STRESS SUCKS! I hope my heart makes it to next Summer.
Realist
October 12, 2017 6:10 pm
Great song, great lyrics. I so miss those rock days of yore. My teenage self at the time didn’t recognize how much I should have been appreciating this music and how far down in the sewer music was going to fall. Fortunately, my adult self does realize and I now listen with new meaning and enjoyment.
pyrrhus
October 13, 2017 3:47 am
No one ever tells us “when to run”…we have to figure that out for ourselves. Or pay the piper….
KeyserSusie
October 13, 2017 11:48 am
“…that beauty requires contrast, and that discord is fundamental to the creation of new intensities of feeling.”
“Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.” Wallace Stephens
Is it a bird?; Is it a plane?; It’s……nothing
Some are born running, & miss the illusory checkered flag.
“O the ultimate evil in the temporal world is deeper than any specific evil, such as hatred, or suffering, or death! The ultimate evil is that Time is perpetual perishing, and being actual involves elimination. The nature of evil may be epitomized, therefore, in two simple but horrible and holy propositions: ‘Things fade’ and ‘Alternatives exclude.’ Such is His mystery: that beauty requires contrast, and that discord is fundamental to the creation of new intensities of feeling. Ultimate wisdom, I have come to perceive, lies in the perception that the solemnity and grandeur of the universe rise through the slow process of unification in which the diversities of existence are utilized, and nothing, ‘nothing’ is lost.”
― John Gardner, Grendel
“Pick an apocalypse, any apocalypse. A sea of black oil and dead things. No wind. No light. Nothing stirring, not even an ant, a spider. A silent universe. Such is the end of the flicker of time, the brief hot fuse of events and ideas set off, accidentally, and snuffed out, accidentally, by man. Not a real ending of course, nor even a beginning. Mere ripple in Time’s stream.”
― John Gardner, Grendel
Time is the fire in which we burn.
– Delmore Schwartz
I have been running this song over in my head at least a few times a week for the past 6 months.
I turn 50 next month and I’ve pissed away the last decade trying to keep the missus happy in Bergen County, NJ while my upstate bugout location has languished without any investments.
Thankfully, I got a great job that is willing to let me move there and keep my NJ salary. Again, though, the missus insisted I give her one more school year to “prepare herself mentally”. Nevermind the 20 grand in savings I’ll need to piss away to maintain her “Housewives of NJ” lifestyle until then.
I just need to keep repeating, “I love my wife. I love my kids. I need to consider her feeeeeelings.”
STRESS SUCKS! I hope my heart makes it to next Summer.
Great song, great lyrics. I so miss those rock days of yore. My teenage self at the time didn’t recognize how much I should have been appreciating this music and how far down in the sewer music was going to fall. Fortunately, my adult self does realize and I now listen with new meaning and enjoyment.
No one ever tells us “when to run”…we have to figure that out for ourselves. Or pay the piper….
“…that beauty requires contrast, and that discord is fundamental to the creation of new intensities of feeling.”
“Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.” Wallace Stephens