Your Inner European is Russian!

Mysterious and exotic. You've got a great balance of danger and allure.

Who's Your Inner European?

From the recent U2 spread in Rolling Stone:
RS: “What is your religious belief today? What is your concept of God?”
Bono: “If I could put it simply, I would say that I believe there’s a force of love and logic in the world, a force of love and logic behind the universe. And I believe in the poetic genius of a creator who would choose to express such unfathomable power as a child born in ‘straw poverty’; i.e., the story of Christ makes sense to me.”
RS: “How does it make sense?”
Bono: “As an artist, I see the poetry of it. It’s so brilliant. That this scale of creation, and the unfathomable universe, should describe itself in such vulnerability, as a child. That is mind-blowing to me. I guess that would make me a Christian. Although I don’t use the label, because it is so very hard to live up to. I feel like I’m the worst example of it, so I just kind of keep my mouth shut.”

Bono captures a central struggle i have, when it comes to using the term 'christian' to describe myself. There is too much within the story of Jesus that makes sense, that connects -- not only logically, but in a existential and soul satiating way -- for me not to believe .... but too much in everyday life -- especially my own -- for me to run around with a banner, or to volunteer to be a posterchild for christianity.

perhaps that's the point ...

i still love rock 'n roll,

and POD rocks with the best of them

it's just coming up on 6 am ..................
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it used to be that i would only be up at this time if i'd been up all night, if i had to work (occasionally) and when i was going hunting ....

i haven't hunted in years ... for awhile i was vegetarian, now i'm not
and i think killing my own meat would somehow be more honest -- more direct and clear

meat is messy stuff, and by buying it packaged we avoid most of the mess

if we still had to do our own butchering, i think less meat would be consumed ....


but it's still too early to be awake ............

where do the words go?

it's snowing .... heavily

as if snow can fall heavily .... it becomes heavy but each flake is so delicate

delicate .... what a wonderful word .... so many things are delicate, fragile .... and some of the most delicate looking things are not at all fragile .... deceptively delicate ... designatedly delicate ....

we make other things delicate ... break them down ... destroy them slowly ....

i've watched avalanches ... been on the edge of a couple of small ones ..... i've been in a tent that was slowly being crushed by accumulating snow ..... sometimes the delicate things can destroy us ....

the picture is from a play i was in ... 'frost at midnight' ... a fave - possibily cos of the name: two of my favorite things .... but i got to play a blacksmith who has a heart as big as the world, and a temper just as big .... very freeing

i'm the ox .... jessica benini is johnny green, the ass

wounded and wanting

i see so many people in some form of these two states - usually both .... this concerns me .... often there's not a lot i can do - which concerns me .... and then, what little i do see that i can do, i usually don't .............. this shames, embarrasses and concerns me ..........

and it's not like i don't know what it's like to be wounded or wanting - i am intimately acquainted with these states of being ... am often/usually in one or the other or both (which concerns me) .... but somehow it still doesn't 'drive' me to do more than acknowledge my need for disciplined actions to match, or even externally exhibit my concerns ..............

i get migraines .....

big surprise ....