Hourglass Society
Friday, May 27, 2005
...Speaking of Iceland....I received an email from Daniel Ellenberger recently...
I just had the priviledge to spend two weeks of vacation in Iceland. My
father lives there (remarried with an icelandic woman). Thanks to some financial
support from my Dad I went with our twin boys and we men ;-) had a very exciting
time together: We went horseback riding everyday! My father owns two icelandic
horses and it was an ideal setting for the boys to learn how to ride. At the end
of the two weeks I could go alternating with one of the boys on a "free ride" -
i.e. both of us riding their own horse on horse trails in the country side! You
can tell: I'm a proud Dad :-)
If anyone wants to visit Iceland, I bet Daniel would get the hookup for ya!
Looks like we have a new f-word...
The Washington Post’s front-page headline this morning—“Democrats
Extend Debate On Bolton”—struck me as curious. Why the longer, less
lively phrase “extend debate” rather than the punchy “filibuster”? ---Bench Memos
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
What are we waiting for? Let's go. I'd like to shoot a movie there someday. As a matter of fact, I move that HGS adopt Iceland as its official home base.
Thanks for the explanation Tim-to-the-fourth-quadrant. You're a true friend. A truly secure male, too.
No one was to ever know.
Jessica Bradford wrote a full-page letter to me requesting that I do this heinous act. Her request was based on the kiss-withdrawal that she feared her brother was experiencing because of the lack of sisterly kisses he typically received from her. She also included in this package a brand-new, wrapped lipstick of the exact type she wears. Her request was that I kiss him on his... left cheek (?) for a very short and precise time. My first reaction upon reading the letter was vocal and downright refusal. But as Andrew stepped out of the office I began to think about all of the time and effort that had gone into the request, and I crumbled. Hence...
Well.
You saw.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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Monday, May 23, 2005
I've been reading George's Complete Fairy Tales, so forgive me if I keep posting amazing findings.
In a tale called "The Shadows," he describes an old author who was crowned king of the fairies. Shadows come to carry him away on a litter to Iceland...
"The sea was not frozen; for all the stars shone as clear out of the deeps below as they shone out of the deeps above; and as the bearers slid along the blue-gray surface, with never a furrow in their track, so pure was the water beneath, that the king saw neither surface, bottom, nor substance to it, and seemed to be gliding only through the blue sphere of heaven, with the stars above him, and the stars below him, and between the stars and him nothing but an emptiness, where, for the first time in his life, his soul felt that it had room enough."
That's kind of how I feel when I stand at the very far corner of a dock on a lonely lake.
Friday, May 20, 2005
A very long sentence:
"In strict accordance with the peculiar nature of this country of uncertainties, it came to pass one day, that in the midst of a shower of rain that might well be called golden, seeing the sun, shining as it fell, turned all its drops into molten topazes, and every drop was good for a grain of golden corn, or a yellow cowslip, or a buttercup, or a dandelion at least;--while this splendid rain was falling, I say, with a musical patter upon the great leaves of the horse-chestnuts, which hung like Vandyke collars about the necks of the creamy, red-spotted blossoms, and on the leaves of the sycamores, looking as if they had blood in their veins, and on a multitude of flowers, of which some stood up and boldly held out their cups to catch their share, while others cowered down, laughing, under the soft patting blows of the heavy warm drops;--while this lovely rain was washing all the air clean from the motes, and the bad odors, and the poison-seeds that had escaped from their prisons during the long drought;--while it fell, splashing and sparkling, with a hum, and a rush, and a soft clashing--but stop! I am stealing, I find, and not that only, but with clumsy hands spoiling what I steal:--
"O Rain! with your dull twofold sound,
The clash hard by, and the murmur all round:"
--there! take it, Mr. Coleridge;--while, as I was saying, the lovely little rivers whose fountains are the clouds, and which cut their own channels through the air, and make sweet noises rubbing against the banks as they hurry down and down, until at length they are pulled up on a sudden, with a musical plash, in the very heart of an odorous flower, that first gasps and then sighs up a blissful scent, or on the bald head of a stone that never says, Thank you;--while the very sheep felt it blessing them, though it could never reach their skins through the depth of the long wool, and the veriest hedgehog--I mean the one with the longest spikes--came and spiked himself out to impale as many of the drops as he could;--while the rain was thus falling, and the leaves, and the flowers, and the sheep, and the cattle, and the hedgehog, were all busily receiving the golden rain, something happened."
From The Wise Woman, or the Lost Princess by George MacDonald
Someone may find this of interest. I found this on Relevant Magazine.
To any one who grew up on Christian rock, the following may be hard to swallow.
After 33 years of making music together, Christian rock pioneer Petra will call
it quits this December.So Sad.....
I just had a thought. The name "Hourglass" is slightly reminiscent of that popular daytime soap "Days of Our Lives" except we arent even remotely as dramatic. "Days" has also been able to stay afloat longer than we have. Maybe if instead of styling ourselves after a book club, we could be a daytime soap opera?
hmmm?
Wow. Looking at the formats for blogs this is kinda... old school. Which is fitting, eh?
Wow.
Hourglass.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
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