Thursday

chairlift - planet health

Image: Ellomennopee

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't. Douglas Adams

caspian - crawlspace

Image: Kirstan Jeanne (via NativeJoint)

Perhaps dirt is the necessary condition of beauty.... Perhaps hygiene and art can never be bedfellows. No Verdi, after all, without spitting into trumpets. No Duse without a crowd of malodorous bourgeois giving one another their coryzas. And think of the inexpungable retreats for microbes prepared by Michelangelo in the curls of Moses' beard! - Aldous Huxley

Music for Airports - Brian Eno


This is the terminal, the break.
Beyond this point, on lines of air,
You take the way that you must take;
And I remain in light and stare-
In light, and nothing else, awake.
Yvor Winters

Tuesday

Blaise Baily Finnegan II - GYBE!

Size matters. The U.S. has a $14 trillion economy; China's is $4.4 trillion. The U.S. accounted for nearly 21% of total global GDP last year; China just 6.4%. Chinese consumption, in other words, is growing — but is still insufficient to lift the world's advanced economies out of recession. - Can China Save the World? - TIME

Thursday

travel is dangerous (mogwai)




She had herself by prayer committed her case to God, and Eli had prayed for her. Prayer is heart's ease to a gracious soul. Prayer will smooth the countenance; it should do so. None will long remain miserable, who use aright the privilege of going to the mercy-seat of a reconciled God in Christ Jesus.
Hannah's prayer. (1Sa 1:19-28)

Saturday

Mogwai (travel is dangerous)

On some positions a coward has asked the question is it safe? Expediency asks the question, is it politic? Vanity asks the question, is it popular? But conscience asks the question is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.
– Martin Luther King Jr., November 1967. (via dkos)

Peter, Bjorn and John - Paris 2004


“Goethe’s final words: ‘More light’. Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: ‘More light’. Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and candles. Light is metaphor.” Chris Stevens, Northern Exposure (1990)

image: ArtWerk