Stars at Elbow and Foot

Being Embodied : "To understand embodiment, it is helpful to look at its opposite, being un-embodied." "It is easy to fall into an un-embodied state; it's easy to lose yourself and to not be aware that you have become un-embodied, and not notice until the signs are screaming at you from every direction. Our culture supports and encourages its citizens to be un-embodied. In this culture of enslavement to socially dysfunctional norms, becoming embodied is a revolutionary act." read more

Sun rises in tears Birds start singing from green trees Sounds end in silence

There is no 2012. But there are end times. Each one of us will have an end of the world. It will be the day that we die. There. No crappy Michael Bay-ish Apocalypse Armageddon. No UFO brothers returning from the ancient past to enlighten or destroy us. Just the world and the weirdness of our lives and myths and imaginations and each of us with our own personal Apocalypse, just without the digital effects and the really beautiful people. It's that, or the Universe wanted movies to watch and conspiracy blogs to waste its time on. And whatever you believe, you are mostly wrong. I'm sure that the real end will be no big thing, kind of like the time I had a root canal. I spent weeks thinking about the drilling and the pain, remembering Dustin Hoffman in Marathon Man under the drill of a NAZI bastard diamond hunter. And when it was all done, I tasted blood for a few hours, my jaw was sore, and my mouth was foolishly numb from Novocaine. Not that much pain. Not that much terror. Defin...

Some people believe that Superman is broken. I for one am not sure that he is broken, but I believe the character is in need of a tune-up. If I have one problem with Superman, it's that he has become a god - an all powerful god. If you want Superman to be relevant, you have to scale back his powers. You have to weaken Superman. The closest thing to this I've seen is in Grant Morrison's All-Star Superman and in Bryan Singer's underrated Superman Returns . The only time this alien from another world's stories become emotionally resonant are when Superman is in mortal or moral danger. Now I admit there are somethings you cannot do to Superman, the character: Superman cannot be corrupted. He has to remain the moral center of the DC universe. He has to be better than any man or super-powered man alive. Superman's true character and strength is not that he is all powerful, but that he is powerful enough to be the man of last resort to save us all by doing the right t...

I think that god will destroy the universe, not because we've been bad, but because we've become boring. What if we're a simulation god has run, only, instead of simulating god or whatever its grand design was, the simulation is simulating the simulation. A referential reference without end. Am I having a semantic apocalypse ? I don't know. This is what I get for reading too much Baudrillard .

I've been wondering if the people and organizations that have been lawfully or dogmatically providing us answers wouldn't do better to be offering us more questions. Especially where religion & spirituality are concerned, I'm not sure I trust or want my religion or spiritual organization to provide me with all of the answers. I think more questions are needed. Questions that challenge, that disturb, that bring about change.

Moment by moment. Time slips moment by moment and memory paints our lives in the colors of good and bad and sad and happy and bittersweet. My favorite memories are the ones where nothing much has happened. It's the memories of those days that were perfect, as if one had reached Elysium; all soft music and sunlight before dusk and warmth and love. There were a set of moments in Montmartre. Paris in the springtime. We climbed out of the Metro, a long and seemingly unending stairwell out from the depths of Paris into blue skies, no clouds. 67 degrees Fahrenheit. The air was dry and cool and crisp, as if it were charged with electrons floating about and crashing peacefully into each other invisibly around us. Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, with it's white stone, stood out against the electric blue of the sky as if someone had painted it in the boldest of colors. The painters were all out selling and creating pieces of art while all of us, the tourists/observers and the artists/creators e...