April Birds and May Bees

Ain't no Literature here, folks.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Charlie Chaplin

I ran across this clip from Charlie Chaplin's The Great Dictator, and I wanted to share it with you guys. It's not funny -- I'll warn you. But it's proof that truth can be found anywhere and everywhere.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Most Problematic Phrase EVER

"As life becomes increasingly complex. . . "

I'm curious -- raise of hands, here -- how many of you actually believe that life has become increasingly complex? Huh? What does that even mean?

Seems to me, nowadays we have this sense of superiority that our lifetime is the most difficult one ever lived. Why do we think that?

A friend of mine said the other day that most races feel that their history of hardships was most difficult and that every other race's difficulties were nothing compared to theirs. I agree, although I know, in the grand scheme of things, "my people" have had it relatively good.

Point is, I think the same goes for generations. I mean, does our generation really have it that bad? Is life really more complex now than it was for the Lost Generation when everything they thought they knew was turned upside-down? Or is life more complex now than it was during, say, British rule in Ireland in the 1600s? Or is it more complex now than when people had to actually kill or gather their own food, when daily life was a struggle just to survive?

Why do we think we're so above every other generation? Why do we think our life is more complex? I'm telling you now, doomsdayers and naysayers (not that you, the reader are either of those things), we've got it good. Really good. And even if life is more "complex" now, it's good complex -- it's a complexity brought on from countless possibilities and opportunities.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

No Matter How "Cool" It Is, I Will Never. . .

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Listening to Nick Drake on a warm, quiet (and lonely) summer night is just not a good idea. Makes me feel that if I survive this part of my life intact, all the rest of it will be a breeze.

So I put the iPod on shuffle: Bob Marley's "Waiting in Vain." Great.

But oddly enough, I'm grateful. For what, I can't put my finger on. I've got a weird, calm peace. Maybe it originates from the knowledge of self that comes from being alone? Or a contentment with the belief that I'm on a good and exciting path? Who knows? Not me. I'm too close to the forest to see the trees.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Proof's in the Puddin'

Some of you have asked for pictures of Parker and Melanie's wedding. Here are some of the proofs from the photographer's website. (So illegal...)

The Girls:

The Boys:

Our family:

The Flowergirls, the Ring-Bearer, and me:

The Happy Couple:

Both families:

The Folks:

Married!:

Leaving the Reception:

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