On Value Judgments

I have been thinking about some things lately. I have been wondering about the way people formulate longer arguments. It seems telling to read what a person making a case for something expects to encounter in the way of objections. I think you can sometimes learn more from how people frame the discussion than you sometimes learn from the argument itself. People do not seem to realize how much information they give up in the way they frame a discussion or argument. You tell people so much in the way you dscribe an issue. You often tell them what you think before you even get into the details of your argument. That becomes problematic if you are trying to have an "open" discussion. When you state your case- you can give away your "position" that you supposedly don't have yet because you are waiting to hear the other side. Such is life, though.

A Hard Swim To Save My Life

I did not think the sun would rise
And now I sit in darkness here
I did not think the moon would shine
And now I see the truth of fear.

I left the place I wanted most
Because I could not see the shore
And in that rocky vessel host
I began to want no more.

You were there and I have jumped
And swim like mad for the distant coast
And though I'm very tired now
I could not find a way to patch the boat.

Sink well beloved
I pray you find
The answers to that
Which you left behind.

The North Face, or Oh How The Mighty Have Fallen

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Don't ever call The North Face. This is not even one of the bad calls. I didn't even get put on hold or have to actually talk to someone who didn't want to help me. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Harry Potty?

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This is the culmination of an important round table discussion on Harry Potter and society. I think you will find it gripping.

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Jump Turn Magic, Kevin, Jump Turn Magic

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Harry Potter Camping?

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Exhale Played

Exhale

There is a dark cloud that sits over me
There is a cold sun that does not warm
I can feel the threat of emptiness
Embrace the dream that made me breathe.

I feel the wind stop strait away
Standing in the corridor
The air is dead and calm
All the world has stopped in expectation.

I dream a dream this very night
I am filled with the hope of pregnant dawn
The rays not yet upon my face
The wind not yet in my hair.

Together

Just some old and not so old favourites.

Some Drives Are Just Better Than Others

What Did I expect?

Have you ever done something you knew would result in something unfavourable, knew before you even did it- but still went ahead and did it anyways? Just wondering. Comment away chillun's

Flight

How hot my love does burn for you
And equal is my wrath
And which can I be trusted with
In such an aftermath?

I long as one bound fast in chains
Who yearns for light beyond the stones
While in his prison he does hum
In aching, sad, and dreary tones.

What can you do, when you have naught,
And all the world detains you here?
What can you do when all your strength
Has so quickly turned to fear?

That You Might Know Of Dowland

Some composers do not get enough air time. They write beautiful music and are forgotten by the masses. I know my readers crave beauty and a sentiment they can relate to. Here is a sample of the lyrics alone of a song by Dowland entitled, "Can She Excuse My Wrongs?" I encourage everyone to check out this composer and lend him your ear.


"Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No no: where shadows do for bodies stand,
Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dim.
Cold love is like to words written on sand,
Or two bubbles which on the water swim.

Wilt thou be thus abused still,
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou canst not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever.

Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high , so high is my desire:
If she this deny, what can granted be?

If she will yeld to that which reason is,
It is Reason's will that Love should be just.
Dear make me happy still by granting this,
Or cut off delays if that die I must.

Better a thousand times to die,
Than for to live thus still tormented:
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented"

Proof Of Love

When I have had my fill of love
And sit so drunk upon the sand
Filled with all that it provides
Will you leave me standing still?
And in the moment that you call
How will I begin to trust
The one who has so driven me
Into such a great despair?
I would not that any man
Be so pressed by such a one
And be so used and tossed about
Yet I have always wanted you
And no amount of sense has come to bear.
I am all alone it seems
And you are but a memory
Yet you speak of love as though you knew
As though you understood.
How may I in this dark night
See to hear your crys of love?
How may I believe your words?
What should count as proof of love,
That I might not throw reason to the wind?
You stray from me and strait away,
You claim yourself to misery
Yet when you willingly jump into
The parting way away from me,
You act surprised that truth is true.
Shall I remain true to you in dire straits?
Shall I remain true while you are here,
Elbow deep in my own guts-
Shall I remain?
I know not what shall sway me now-
Do not ask more silence from my lips
I know not what I can accept
When you have thrown me thus aside.
You cannot ask the things you do
And keep your conscience clean,
Love makes demands upon the soul
And does not count the reason cheap
Love with your mind as well, dear love
Though truth without love does not matter much
You still shall not find love apart from truth.
And will not find me at all if you persist.

A Prayer

How then now shall I at the last submit myself to your rule, oh Lord. As I grasp at wicked straws and futile dreams I am brought low by thine own hands from thy love. And I cannot in good conscience forget to scream thy wonders and mercies from the roof tops. Yet not as I would wish it- and not to assuage my heavy guilt- in your time and your way let it so be. I humbly ask thy forgiveness. Let me not be consumed by my own sins. Let not bitterness in my heart dwell with only ill effect. Praise be to you, oh Lord, the most high. You have laid me low. Praise be your name.

Canoeing

This weekend there was a lovely voyage on upper Chena in the H.M.S. Gunroy. There was a battle in which we were sunk, but all was not lost as we resurrected her from the depths and sailed on. Highlights of the Trip included Bonaparte imitations and a face-melting paddle solo at the end of our trip. A lovely voyage really.

The Park Road

I am looking forward to riding on the park road. What do you do about the bears, though? Let me know if anyone has any suggestions.

Footprints

Have you ever wondered what you will leave behind in a person's life once they are gone? Have you ever wondered what they will remember about you, if anything at all? I think the interesting thing is getting to the point where you want to leave more than foot prints in the snow that will presently disappear in the wind.

Sweet Summer Will Pass Away

Soon, thankfully, summer will be over, and the winter will return. Sweet winter. Sweet, sweet winter. I do not really care for the heat. It reminds me of hell. No one wants to be reminded of that.