Sunday, January 30, 2011


for Monica.

I ate with sinners the other night,
Myself the worst.
The Lord was there,
For it turned out that
(Unbeknownst to us, at first)
We had gathered in His + Name.

Our eyes looked to Thee;
It was due season.

We feasted together on simple fare
(on-sale flank-steak, cast-iron cooked)
Wine did not mock, but made glad our hearts,
Beer proved again that God loves us,
Wants us to be happy;
Thankfully, was not a brawler.

There was something there --
Not quite us, not quite not us.
All I know is that
I felt far shorter than Zacchaeus;
So glad to be invited down from that sycamore tree
To stand on your shoulders, instead.
So glad that you were there,
That I was with you.


Thursday, January 27, 2011

"Marble House" by The Knife

I have been listening to this song (and the album from which is comes, Silent Shout) for about three days straight now. It's incredible: a dour postmodern social commentary redolent of Radiohead's "Fitter, Happier," yet much more whimsical and melodic (not hard to be more melodic than "Fitter, Happier"). The music video is neat, and utterly typical of The Knife -- which is to say that it's utterly atypical with respect to any fixed standard and features nothing inherently germane to a surface reading of the lyrics. I discovered the song before I saw the music video, and definitely prefer the former to the latter, but it's difficult to host audio on a blog without violating copyright laws. And the video's worth a look-see.

I discovered The Knife a couple years ago, but never spent a lot of time with any one of their albums, though I had most of their discography in my possession. They are one of the most bizarre bands I've ever encountered. A brother-sister electronic act from Sweden, they're music industry iconoclasts who are notorious for snubbing their own award-ceremonies. They do a limited number of interviews, and even then they only appear in public wearing beaked Venetian masks. Karin Elisabeth Dreijer Andersson, the female half of The Knife, also performs separately as Fever Ray. It's difficult to tell the two acts apart, at least for me, since both Karin and her brother Olof are featured on her self-titled album. If you check out one track from Fever Ray, it's this one.

Sunday, January 16, 2011


Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,
Scarved by Mother,
Booted by the Cat's Meow
Thrift-store back in Corvallis,
I realize and remember that
The last time boots felt this way
I was six, hiking with Grandpa
At McDonald Forest.

"Don't scuff; pick up your feet."
"OK, Grandpa."
Now, to avoid scuffing,
I walk with a clip-clop,
Redolent of the rancher he was,
That I won't be.


The Jefferson Memorial, followed by water

Form, intention, earnest reverence and praise
For this patron of state and nation,

Now ensconced in cityscape, a round rotunda
To reason, to freedom, to man.

Then, the Potomac.

From out metro windows I see you flow, move,
Disregard not only me, but politics, government and
The Fall.

You answer to an antediluvian call.
Indeed, you are the deluge,
conscripted for judgment.

You do not smite, but you do observe
All that you see as you pass by;

Removing the sticks from your eye,
You judge, but do not condemn.


Family Pictures from Christmas

I've finally gotten around to getting my photos (mostly) organized on my computer and posted on my photo page. Throughout this task I have once again discovered the superiority of Google's software over the stock Apple products on my MacBook: Picasa wins over iPhoto. The latter is not nearly as multi-synchronous, only allowing exporting to Flickr accounts. I prefer to keep things centralized and in-sync with gmail, so that wasn't a very attractive option.

ANYway, here is a nifty little slideshow of some family pictures I took/collected over the break. I believe you can access the actual web album by clicking on one of the pictures.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

I just watched The Social Network. It's an excellent film, even if it's not entirely historically accurate (and I don't know if it is or not). Suffice it to say, though, that I'm glad I'm no longer a part of something so controversial. And I'm not trying to be sanctimonious in saying so. I'm just saying: I'm glad.

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