Monday, November 29, 2010

I Have a Dream

"Everybody got to have a dream."

-DJay, Hustle & Flow

Determination



It's a Kind of Magic

[Saying goodbye to Rachel]

"Hey, it's a kind of magic! "

-Connor MacLeod, Highlander

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Say Anything

Corey: Lloyd, why do you have to be like this?

Lloyd: Cause I’m a guy. I have pride.

Corey: You’re not a guy.

Lloyd: I am.

Corey: No. The world is full of guys. Be a man.


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Say Anything

Monday, November 22, 2010

Man of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.

For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.

It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.

You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.

Steve and Bill Share a Moment




Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dreams of the Future

"That night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether - a floating spirit visiting things to come. The shades and shadows of the people in my life rassled their way their way into my slumber. I dreamed that Gale and Evelle had decided to return to prison...And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn in the Arizona home where Nathan Junior was opening a present from a kindly couple who preferred to remain unknown...And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed before, watching Nathan Junior's progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of us and hoping that maybe we'd broadened his horizons a little even if he couldn't remember just how they got broadened. But still I hadn't dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end. And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do? But me and Ed, we can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and beloved. I don't know...Maybe it was Utah."

- H.I. McDonnough, Raising Arizona

Lone Biker of the Apocalypse


Nathan Arizona: Who the hell are you?

Smalls: Smalls. Leonard Smalls. My friends call me Lenny. But I ain't got no friends.


- Raising Arizona

Monday, November 15, 2010

Vishnu Dreams the World



Chuang-tzu and the Buttferfly


"Once upon a time, I, Chuang-tzu, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly, and was unconscious of my individuality as a man. Suddenly I awaked, and there I lay, myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man."

A Salute to Captain Edgar Mitchell

Captain Mitchell studies a map while walking on the Moon, February 6, 1971

Click here to read more about this American legend and pioneer. Through a Glass, Darkly salutes you, Sir!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Divinity in Form

Stained glass at Chatres Cathedral

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley