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sigur ros seeps then
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Pure Northerness, tagged autumn, clouds, gray, grey, Haiku, poem, Poetry, sigur ros on Friday, October 23, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Oh, I’d Like to Be Here
Posted in Pure Northerness on Friday, May 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Nathia Gali – Good Morning Daisies Originally uploaded by Perfect Stranger®. This type of scenery was not uncommon during the monsoons in Murree where my brothers and I went to school. It is hard to describe how much longing this picture creates. It is one of the explanations of why I like grey days so [...]
It’s Time For a Little Hoosiers
Posted in Pure Northerness on Saturday, September 29, 2007 | 4 Comments »
If you have never watched Hoosiers and never really got this, and understood why it is my favorite poem of mine, well, perhaps this will help, though I really feel compelled to add a “buyer beware” when sending people to Youtube anymore, as the content of some of their videos seem to be getting worse [...]
George MacDonald’s Scotland
Posted in Pure Northerness on Monday, June 25, 2007 |
I was looking up a bit of information on George MacDonald today. He is the author/theologian who C.S. Lewis called his spritual master. I have to tell you, though, he does have some strange, and I believe ultimately unorthodox and aberrant theological ideas. In brief, he is more or less a universalist, believing that ultimately [...]
George MacDonald’s Scotland
Posted in Pure Northerness on Monday, June 25, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I was looking up a bit of information on George MacDonald today. He is the author/theologian who C.S. Lewis called his spritual master. I have to tell you, though, he does have some strange, and I believe ultimately unorthodox and aberrant theological ideas. In brief, he is more or less a universalist, believing that ultimately [...]
Bolstered Up From Evil
Posted in Pure Northerness on Saturday, December 9, 2006 | 8 Comments »
Speaking of a burglar he has just apprehended while he was trying to steal money from him and his friends, Peter Von Holp declares: “So he is my brother, and yours, too, Carl Schummel, for that matter,” answered Peter, looking into Carl’s eye. “We cannot say what we might have become under other circumstances. We [...]
A Very Sufjan Christmas
Posted in Pure Northerness on Friday, November 17, 2006 | 3 Comments »
Well, over the past several years I have been gifting friends with Christmas music that Sufjan Stevens produced for his family and friends and which found its way onto the web. As it looked like it was being made available on web sites with no objection from Sufjan, I felt free to copy it and [...]
Preview
Posted in Pure Northerness on Friday, August 18, 2006 | 4 Comments »
___________________________________________________ To Autumn -by John Keats I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the [...]
Forest Park Soundtrack
Posted in Pure Northerness on Monday, January 30, 2006 |
Photo courtesty of explorestlouis.com One of the many brilliant, free things about St. Louis is its crown jewel, Forest Park. Take a gander at these Google images pages. And even though I like my winters to be cold and snowy, yesterday was just too lovely and flirtatious a day to ignore its wooing. So after [...]
Slanting Light…
Posted in Pure Northerness on Friday, January 27, 2006 |
…is one of the lovely things of the world. I cannot decide, though, if it is more the light itself or how it illuminates things differently that I like. This morning it was both. Driving into work, crossing the state line into Illinois, listening to Sufjan’s Steven’s album of the same name, a bright, yellow [...]