ridaeology

Hardest of Hearts

2009-12-19T18:10:00.003+02:00

There is love in your body but you can't hold it in
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

There is love in our bodies and it holds us together
But pulls us apart when we're holding each other
We all want something to hold in the night
We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight

There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

Darling heart, I loved you from the start
But you'll never know what a fool I've been
Darling heart, I loved you from the start
But that's no excuse for the state I'm in

My heart swells like a water at work
Can't stop myself before it's too late
Hold on to your heart
'Cause I'm coming to take it
Hold on to your heart
'Cause I'm coming to break it

Performed by Florence and The Machine

Alien

2009-10-16T16:13:00.002+03:00

There is fiction in the space between

2009-07-27T11:25:00.001+03:00

between:
what i think,
what i meant to say,
what i actually said,
what i think i said,
what u want to hear,
what u actually heard,
what u feel like understanding,
what u actually understood;
there are infinite possibilities of misunderstanding each other...

NOT Porn

2009-06-01T22:15:00.005+03:00

The Rape of Proserpina is a large baroque marble sculptural group by Bernini executed between 1621 and 1622. It depicts Proserpina being seized and taken to the underworld by Pluto.

Up in smoke

2009-05-29T10:00:00.001+03:00

Delusional Fool

2009-03-30T11:59:00.001+03:00

http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com

In Memory of Sophie (1994-2008)

2009-02-04T12:15:00.002+02:00

Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
by Lord Byron

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who
possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the Virtues of Man,
without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning
Flattery if inscribed over human
ashes is but a just tribute to the Memory
of Boatswain, a Dog.

Un perro ha muerto
by Pablo Neruda
(Translation Below)

Mi perro ha muerto.
Lo enterré en el jardín
junto a una vieja máquina oxidada.

Allí, no más abajo,
ni más arriba,
se juntará conmigo alguna vez.

Ahora él ya se fue con su pelaje,
su mala educación, su nariz fría.

Y yo, materialista que no cree
en el celeste cielo prometido
para ningún humano,
para este perro o para todo perro
creo en el cielo, sí, creo en un cielo
donde yo no entraré, pero él me espera
ondulando su cola de abanico
para que yo al llegar tenga amistades.

Ay no diré la tristeza en la tierra
de no tenerlo más por compañero
que para mí jamás fue un servidor.
Tuvo hacia mí la amistad de un erizo
que conservaba su soberanía,
la amistad de una estrella independiente
sin más intimidad que la precisa,
sin exageraciones:
no se trepaba sobre mi vestuario
llenándome de pelos o de sarna,
no se frotaba contra mi rodilla
como otros perros obsesos sexuales.

No, mi perro me miraba dándome la atención necesaria
la atención necesaria
para hacer comprender a un vanidoso
que siendo perro él,
con esos ojos, más puros que los míos,
perdía el tiempo, pero me miraba
con la mirada que me reservó
toda su dulce, su peluda vida,
su silenciosa vida,
cerca de mí, sin molestarme nunca,
y sin pedirme nada.

Ay cuántas veces quise tener cola
andando junto a él por las orillas del mar,
en el Invierno de Isla Negra,
en la gran soledad: arriba el aire
traspasando de pájaros glaciales
y mi perro brincando, hirsuto,
lleno de voltaje marino en movimiento:
mi perro vagabundo y olfatorio
enarbolando su cola dorada
frente a frente al Océano y su espuma.
alegre, alegre, alegre
como los perros saben ser felices,
sin nada más,
con el absolutismo de la naturaleza descarada.
No hay adiós a mi perro que se ha muerto.

Y no hay ni hubo mentira entre nosotros.
Ya se fue y lo enterré, y eso era todo.

A dog has died

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.

Translated by Alfred Yankauer

Waiting in Vain

2009-02-01T16:24:00.004+02:00

http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com

White Rabbit

2009-01-21T11:18:00.003+02:00

- Grace Slick - Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"

Handala

2008-12-30T14:12:00.006+02:00

Statue in Milan

2008-12-27T20:52:00.004+02:00

I saw this sculpture on Milan's Plaza del Duomo. The statue is located on an elevated pedestal on the entrance to the shopping complex. However, I do not know what it's called nor who sculpted this fine piece!

Fly me to the moon

2008-12-27T20:38:00.004+02:00

http://www.umas.hr/~radovani/way_to_moon.jpg

On God and Religion

2008-12-18T12:06:00.004+02:00

Don't pray in my school, and I won't think in your church
- unknown

Two hands working can do more than a thousand clasped in prayer
- unknown

Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day;
teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime;
give a man religion and he will die praying for a fish
- unknown

Those who believe absurdities will commit atrocities
- Voltaire

Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?
- Friedrich Nietzsche

People who don't like their beliefs being laughed at shouldn't have such funny beliefs
- unknown

You're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend
- Richard Jeni

Men never commit evil so fully and joyfully as when they do it for religious convictions
- Blaise Pascal

I do not believe in God because I do not believe in Mother Goose
- Clarence Darrow

I always like a dog so long as he isn't spelled backward
- G.K. Chesterton

Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.
But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.
There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon,
No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.
All we who are dead below
Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.
I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
Lest even while dead I seem loquacious to you.
- Roman Tombstone

Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest
-Denis Diderot

Don't you know there ain't no devil, it's just god when he's drunk
- Tom Waits

Eskimo: "If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?"
Priest: "No, not if you did not know."
Eskimo: "Then why did you tell me?"
- Annie Dillard, 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek'

I still say a church steeple with a lightening rod on top shows a lack of confidence
- Doug McLeod

The world holds two classes of men - intelligent men without religion, and religious men without intelligence
- Abu Ala Al-Ma'arri

You know your god is man-made when he hates all the same people you do
- unknown

I remember another gentle visitor from the heavens, he came in peace and then died, only to come back to life,

and his name was E.T., the extra terestrial. I loved that little guy.
- Reverend Lovejoy (in the simpsons)

This so-called new religion is nothing but a pack of weird rituals and chants designed to take away the money of

fools. Now let us say the lord's prayer 40 times, but first let's pass the collection plate.
- Reverend Lovejoy (in the simpsons)

Science is like a blabbermouth who ruins a movie by telling you how it ends! Well I say there are some things we

don't want to know! Important things!
- Ned Flanders (in the simpsons)

I put out these milk and cookies as a sacrifice. If Thou wishest me to eat them, please give me a
sign by doing absolutely nothing. MMMMmmmm...
- Homer Simpson

Caballeo del Mar

2008-12-16T16:52:00.004+02:00

Rafel Zamarripa's "Caballeo del Mar" ("The Seahorse") has become the calling card of Puerto Vallarta. The one and only Caballeo del Mar. It is a 9' high bronze statue featuring a naked boy riding this larger than life sea creature. The original seahorse sculpture was located at the end of Los Muertos beach, but ended up in the bay after Hurricane Kenna. Zamarripa was commissioned to create the replica you see now.

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

2008-12-16T16:23:00.004+02:00

J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Choose Wisely

2008-12-03T16:31:00.001+02:00

The Ten Commandments

2008-11-25T19:23:00.004+02:00

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS (OF THE ETHICAL ATHEIST)
http://www.ethicalatheist.com/docs/ten_commandments.html

NOTE: Freethought and tolerance obviously prohibit these from being "commandments"! Just consider them "suggestions".

1. Thou SHALT NOT believe all thou art told.
2. Thou SHALT seek knowledge and truth constantly.
3. Thou SHALT educate thy fellow man in the Laws of Science.
4. Thou SHALT NOT forget the atrocities committed in the name of god.
5. Thou SHALT leave valuable contributions for future generations.
6. Thou SHALT live in peace with thy fellow man.
7. Thou SHALT live this one life thou hast to its fullest.
8. Thou SHALT follow a Personal Code of Ethics.
9. Thou SHALT maintain a strict separation between Church and State.
10. Thou SHALT support those who follow these commandments.

Vote Fawkes

2008-11-25T13:45:00.003+02:00

“Remember, remember the fifth of November,

The gunpowder, treason and plot,

I know of no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.”

“We are told to remember the idea, not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them. But you cannot touch an idea, cannot hold it or kiss it. An idea does not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man who made me remember the fifth of November. A man I will never forget.” - V

Banksy

2008-11-21T11:09:00.005+02:00

When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.
Then I realised God doesn’t work that way,
So I stole one and prayed for forgiveness.

- Emo Philips

Camels

2008-11-20T18:42:00.004+02:00

"This starkly beautiful overhead image of shadows cast by a caravan of camels trekking across desert sands is the work of photographer George Steinmetz, whose work has been featured on the cover of National Geographic and within the pages of many other magazines devoted to news, travel, and the sciences."

CHAPITRE XIV

2008-11-19T12:15:00.004+02:00

La cinquième planète était très curieuse. C'était la plus petite de toutes. Il y avait là juste assez de place pour loger un réverbère et un allumeur de réverbères. Le petit prince ne parvenait pas à s'expliquer à quoi pouvaient servir, quelque part dans le ciel, sur une planète sans maison, ni population, un réverbère et un allumeur de réverbères. Cependant il se dit en lui-même:

- Peut-être bien que cet homme est absurde. Cependant il est moins absurde que le roi, que le vaniteux, que le businessman et que le buveur. Au moins son travail a-t-il un sens. Quand il allume son réverbère, c'est comme s'il faisait naître une étoile de plus, ou une fleur. Quand il éteint son réverbère ça endort la fleur ou l'étoile. C'est une occupation très jolie. C'est véritablement utile puisque c'est joli.

Lorsqu'il aborda la planète il salua respectueusement l'allumeur:

- Bonjour. Pourquoi viens-tu d'éteindre ton réverbère ?

- C'est la consigne, répondit l'allumeur. Bonjour.

- Qu'est-ce que la consigne ?

- C'est d'éteindre mon réverbère. Bonsoir.

Et il le ralluma.

- Mais pourquoi viens-tu de le rallumer ?

- C'est la consigne, répondit l'allumeur.

- Je ne comprends pas, dit le petit prince.

- Il n'y a rien à comprendre, dit l'allumeur. La consigne c'est la consigne. Bonjour.

Et il éteignit son réverbère.

Puis il s'épongea le front avec un mouchoir à carreaux rouges.

- Je fais là un métier terrible. C'était raisonnable autrefois. J'éteignais le matin et j'allumais le soir. J'avais le reste du jour pour me reposer, et le reste de la nuit pour dormir...

- Et, depuis cette époque, la consigne a changé ?

- La consigne n'a pas changé, dit l'allumeur. C'est bien là le drame ! La planète d'année en année a tourné de plus en plus vite, et la consigne n'a pas changé !

- Alors? dit le petit prince.

- Alors maintenant qu'elle fait un tour par minute, je n'ai plus une seconde de repos. J'allume et j'éteins une fois par minute !

- Ça c'est drôle ! Les jours chez toi durent une minute !

- Ce n'est pas drôle du tout, dit l'allumeur. Ça fait déjà un mois que nous parlons ensemble.

- Un mois ?

- Oui. Trente minutes. Trente jours ! Bonsoir.

Et il ralluma son réverbère.

Le petit prince le regarda et il aima cet allumeur qui était tellement fidèle à la consigne. Il se souvint des couchers de soleil que lui-même allait autrefois chercher, en tirant sa chaise. Il voulut aider son ami:

- Tu sais... je connais un moyen de te reposer quand tu voudras...

- Je veux toujours, dit l'allumeur.

Car on peut être, à la fois, fidèle et paresseux.

Le petit prince poursuivit:
- Ta planète est tellement petite que tu en fais le tour en trois enjambées. Tu n'as qu'à marcher assez lentement pour rester toujours au soleil. Quand tu voudras te reposer tu marcheras... et le jour durera aussi longtemps que tu voudras.

- Ça ne m'avance pas à grand'chose, dit l'allumeur. Ce que j'aime dans la vie, c'est dormir.

- Ce n'est pas de chance, dit le petit prince.

- Ce n'est pas de chance, dit l'allumeur. Bonjour.

Et il éteignit son réverbère.

Celui-là, se dit le petit prince, tandis qu'il poursuivait plus loin son voyage, celui-là serait méprisé par tous les autres, par le roi, par le vaniteux, par le buveur, par le businessman. Cependant c'est le seul qui ne me paraisse pas ridicule. C'est, peut-être, parce qu'il s'occupe d'autre chose que de soi-même.

Il eut un soupir de regret et se dit encore:
- Celui-là est le seul dont j'eusse pu faire mon ami. Mais sa planète est vraiment trop petite. Il n'y a pas de place pour deux...

Ce que le petit prince n'osait pas s'avouer, c'est qu'il regrettait cette planète bénie à cause, surtout, des mille quatre cent quarante couchers de soleil par vingt-quatre heures !