I’m pretty sure a degree in musicology is prerequisite for writing about Yes: a Master’s at least for an album like Close to the Edge. I’m going stream of conscious this week because writing intelligently on Yes would take way too long.
Writing at the crossroads of introspection, poetry, prose, and marketing:
"What is it about the soap bubble that so fascinates and delights the child? Does he see himself in its shimmering ephemerality? Its wayward flight so like his own thoughts, borne up by the slightest breeze with no purpose but to explore the expansive world out there until all becomes one? The rapid expansion of the sphere, so like his own belly never satiated? Its spectacular end, unpredictable but glorious?
The child’s mind, a bubble eagerly growing, absorbing the breath of truth from the parent’s lips. No discernment of the wind’s quality, but puff too hard and interrupt the surface tension that holds the mind in airy limits. Questions blow with the buoyancy of a fragile circle: what makes it go and why can it never be fully grasped? The soundness of the mind, round and carefree with no edges like the bubble listing at the parent’s whim, is an object easily popped and too perfect to last.
No less body than brain, to grow, reform, contract, betray its substance and alight afresh from fleeting, endless cycles of time. Each resurgence full of potential, yet so much the fluid of life from which it emerges. The bubble: a mystery to the child as the child is mystery to himself. The parent’s mastery, of bubbles and child alike, is mystery too, as transient as the substances to which it gives life, as inconstant as the breaths and the breather."
Two Pink Floyd albums in the top five? Maybe I should have started from the bottom of the list.
It’s a wordplay offensive enough to be reminiscent of Byron’s Don Juan, and appreciating that phrasing or not might be a determining factor of who does and does not enjoy Rush music in general.
Unfortunately, #1 is the album I’ve been dreading most: Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon.
Make a splash with this zoo crew!
“Can penguins ride elephants?”
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Spring is upon us, and that means it's time to hit the links in a small way. MINI GOLF! is a big passion of mine, and I here offer a review of the Ottawa mini golf scene. Sadly, I have not been to any of these locations since the original posting of this article (December 2013), but I trust the reviews still hold true. I think you'll agree that when it comes to planning your next golf date, these reviews will help you make it a hole in one.
Dante’s journey through the Inferno is designed to prepare him for divine truth by seeing, but not taking part in, the punishments of the damned. Martin likewise describes his own “slide . . . down a staircase” to “taste the truth” through “a seizure of the senses” with “a foot in the grave”. The language mirrors the descriptions of lust and the other sins in terms of letting go control, but here submission is to truth, and this is an active decision to fight against baser impulses.
Today is a cheat day. In the interest of producing more content, I’ve been toying with revisiting things I’ve written for school over the last 15 years. I’m posting this book review dated October 17, 2005 because I intend to look again at one the essays discussed below. The conflict between science and religion, as well as between science and art, are perennial concerns and prime examples of false dilemma. Stephen J. Gould was a rare popular and respected scientist who understood the connections between these apparently disparate fields.
Weird children is an apparently common theme in TOS.
No, I’m not a heartless monster. I cry at the beginning of Up every time. And then I cry again at the end. Sometimes, just thinking about Up makes me cry.
This confusion of archaeology as science is troubling. For a series that’s praised for its exploration of what it means to be human, it is shockingly ignorant about a field of study that is all about understanding human cultures.
Adaptations of games have a lot to take into consideration besides plot. Great video games often have great narratives, but these are usually secondary to gameplay, and game logic often stretches credulity. To remain faithful to the source material, filmmakers must do more than simply adapt the story that is often just a small part of the gaming experience.
For me, Ocean is frustrating for the way it privileges childhood, fantasy, and spirituality, but relegates these to ephemeral glimpses into a higher truth that ultimately has no place in the mundane. The structure of the novel is symptomatic as well of an attitude toward art as purely escapist.
Man, that invisible castle thing? You got lazy and didn’t draw a picture, didn’t you, and now you’re upset ‘cause the teacher liked an actual picture better than your blank page? If you’re gonna be a jerk about drawing time, at least have the courage of your convictions to stand by your BS move and not act like you weren’t trying to be clever and lazy. And what have you got against sixteen, mister?