First of all, I wish I knew more Latin phrases. Second, let me make clear that my last post, which ended in "hahaha" was not meant to be sarcastic, cynical, or self-pitying. My "hahah" is more synonymous with LOL, which is an absurd acronym that I refuse to use, than with IALBIAODDASAYTETC (I am laughing because I am overly-dramatic, depressed, and selfish, and yet too embarassed to cry), an acronym that I would use if I felt that way and was trying to express the notion.
So I wanted to write at least one more post, in order that I might bring some reflection and conclusion from my time in Scotland to this glaringly unrevealing blog. Unfortunately, I have not reflected upon my trip as a whole as much as I expected or would have liked to, and I haven't come to too many enlightened conclusions. I might as well write somethin though.
Things I learned in Scotland (and surrounding):
1. My left foot is significantly larger than my right foot.
2. Turns out stretching is bad for you to do before you exercise; instead you should do it after, when your muscles are already warm.
3. Turns out it really sucks to be a girl: After engaging in some eye-opening conversations I have much more respect for the female species.
4. Americans are, by and large, overly cautious and fearful. A man can pretty much go anywhere without being too bothered, given that he's smart about it. He'll face fears and take risks, but these are in actuality relatively indistinct from dangers we deal with on a regular basis, right here at home in the ol' U S of A.
5. One should limit the amount of avacado and salt he or she eats in one sitting.
6. Philosophy of Mind is a testament to how little the human community understands about the mind, or philosophy.
7. Spending too much time alone will make you question nearly everything about yourself, especially--and ironically--in regard to your social persona.
8. Irish people are friendly, Norwegians are blond. Stereotypes are always true! (Well, at least more often than we might expect.)
9. The world is a surprisingly beautiful place.
10. The Godfather is not at all overrated.
11. Turns out specific tartans are not original to specific Scottish clans, but were basically manufactured, assigned to clans, and then exported as a cultural gimmick of the Highlands.
12. Turns out when a girl gives you her number, having it written on your arm in lipstick makes you seem really cool, but it fades pretty quickly.
13. Rupert Murdoch owns everything.
14. William Wallace raped and pillaged a lot more than Braveheart would have you believe.
15. Scotch: Classy, Manly, Delicious.
Watch out, it's about to get serious up in here. (seriously)
I suppose I did some maturing (I've always been a bit obsessed with the idea of maturing, though I'm still not sure what it means) while in Europe. Mostly that consisted of coming to tenuous grips with my lack of understanding and the more general ignorance that mankind has of all things interesting or essential to its active existence. Look about the people you see on the streets, in restaurants, or those with whom you interact on a daily basis--family, friends, etc.. Know that they, like you, are doing what they are doing and saying what they're saying more often out of expediency or habit than wisdom--they pull not from a wellspring of truth but from a persistent and simple need to survive.
Not denying the role that reason and love and God play in our lives and determinations (as I hold that we must assume the somehow-higher position of these things in order to reason and love and be human), we essentially are animals. We will live and die by our hunger.
The scary thing is that this might not be so wrong. Between action and thought we are trapped, and neither the thinkers nor the doers quite know what's going on or what they're looking for. Perhaps our hunger is the only thing of which we can be sure--the only thing we have to grasp. (I should say, too, that this hunger comes in many forms. I certainly don't endorse the most obviously animalistic form--do what feels good as quickly and directly as possible--though many people today seem to claim that mantra.)
God is good. I believe that's true because I think that good is good. Or I hope (is that the better word?) that good is more than simply a different shade of evil or unpleasant or disadvantageous. That being said, God will not be there for you every time you need Him. He will not speak to you every time you're lost or comfort you whenever you're in pain. Sometimes you are made to peer into cavities of blank-white unexplicable life or clouds of black unexplicable tragedy without the blessing of joy or peace or sense of spiritual communion. In such times is faith tested.
Faith is trust in God to bring you through these times, to know and safeguard your future when you have no foresight and do not want to move. But maybe faith is also to get up from that position and walk, even blindly, even recklessly. Not to uncritically believe that for which you have no evidence--don't make the mistake of viewing faith as reason's foil; they are entirely different genuses--but to give yourself to God and fellow man in action and hope, though you may not see the object of that hope or the point of that action.
Over the past 6 months I have doubted, questioned, my beliefs more than I ever have before (and I have always been a doubter and questioner (though I take no pride in that)). I cannot say that I have emerged unscathed or completely recovered, but I have learned to live through doubt. Of the things that I have taken away from being in Scotland and traveling around Europe, certainly valuable is a greater comfort with my self, as well as a confidence that I can live comfortably regardless of my setting or location. To me personally, to live in uncertainty is much more daunting than to live in physical danger, but both require faith and, in both, one must continue to survive.
I did not enjoy my entire time abroad. Much of the time, especially in the beginning, I found myself wishing I had stayed at Middlebury, with people I knew and a schedule, though exhausting, more familiar. Ultimately, my time in Scotland was worth it because of the friends I made--amazing, unique people who surprised me and taught me and inspired me and often tried to rob me of my dignity. Thanks, guys.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
She was an anti-semitic outspoken zionist.
Turns out my valiant stand in support of disposable cameras was completely misguided. Virtually all of my photos turned out terrible. hahahahha
Saturday, June 5, 2010
What the hell is happening to the world?
So, as it turns out, throw-away cameras are no longer in vogue. Here I've been using them for years, clicking away to my heart's content, and letting the photo-developers at Target worry about the consequences. Now I'm in Oslo, Norway, and, as you might expect, I desire to document the beauteous visions that mine eyes behold. Unfortunately, very few of the stores which I would fully expect to sell disposable cameras do in fact sell such machines. Instead I get responses similar to the following: "Disposable cameras?? Ohh! Umm, yeah, we used to have those things, but we stopped selling them two or three years ago. " 2 or 3 years ago?? Where was I when the whole world congregated and voted upon the doing away of all things good and wholesome? Where was I when "film" became an archaic word of a dead language and "photography" the systematic digitalization of reality? Have I been condemned to obsolescence and social rejection along with all the senior citizens who prefer to live simply, traditionally, and with the peace of mind that comes from knowing that that physical things are happening inside your camera when you take a picture, rather than technological/magical representations being compressed into bit-sized computer chips that have no resemblance to the thing of which you've taken a picture? What will happen to dark rooms? And horror movies and psychological thrillers that utilize dark rooms in their scenes? Do we plan to get rid of darkness, as well? How about the sun--we could replace that with giant street lamps that never turn off?
More on this later.
Also, last week I took an amazing trip to Northern Ireland and then Southern Ireland and had one of the best times of my life. More on that later, too.
Also, last week I took an amazing trip to Northern Ireland and then Southern Ireland and had one of the best times of my life. More on that later, too.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Metamorphosis
Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls! Welcome to one of the few wireless portals to my mind!
I've been up to quite a bit since my last post. Easter Break happened in April: I traveled around southern England a bit--stayed with Mary Cruse in Kent (basically the quintessential picture of what you imagine the English countryside to be) and with my friend Rachel in Dorset (the original palm tree-forested, beach surrounded San Diego, except with some wild horses and chalk mountains to boot (that's a terrific expression--really folksy--I think I might use it more often--and hyphens are wonderful too--take the place of other (like this one), more tiresome punctuation marks); then went to London with Rachel, where we had some pretty fantastic adventures. After that, Amie came to visit Edinburgh, which was a tubular time, of course. By then, classes had ended (they actually don't start up again after Easter Break, so in a way, your summer starts in March--but not in most ways (see how great the hyphens are--I was really stumped with what punctuation mark to put there (and there)) and exam period was well under way. Dun Dun Dun.
I had my first exam on April 27. On April 28, I, along with 3 friends (John, Ollie, and Jason (I still owe Jason money so don't let me forget about that)), stepped onto a plane bound for France. When we stepped off, we were in northern Slovakia.
No, I'm joking. We were in France. We spent a week there, camping and climbing in Fontainebleau forest, the bouldering Mecca of Western Europe. It was freaking amazing! No, honestly, I cannot describe how awesome it was in human words, and since I have never learned elvish or klingon (I even had to google the spelling of klingon) I won't say any more about it. I will say, however, that while I showed Fontainebleau the deepest love and respect, it, to me, was a rather abusive lover. We got back two weeks ago (6th of June) and my body is still broken--fingers still stiff and aching, arms still throbbing with a fairly excruciating pain when I climb (I've gotten back to it despite the pain--probably not healthy), and I've got a big toe that hurts whenever I move it in normal toe movement patterns (you know: up, down, up, down). All said, it was a good trip, only in small part due to my rediscovering a long-forgotten romance with French baguettes and fromage (I will never forget you, my sweet Camembert... nor you, my lovely Brie).
In the last two weeks, I took my last two exams, completing my formal education at the University of Edinburgh. With the end of school, the sun has risen, flowers blossomed, the birds are chirping (I still don't like them). A little sun and grass and there is revealed, not the dreary, dark city plagued with death and hopelessness which I have lately called my beloved home, but a magical kingdom where a thousand adventures await you and you no longer desire to stay home and watch Godfather 2 again (the first one is much better, anyway). Unfortunately, alongside the advent of this new dreamworld comes the departure of a great many good friends that I've made whilst (did you realize British people actually use that word in everyday conversation? seductive, I know) here. Such is life, I suppose: every white cloud has a dark lining, every baby born marks an old man dying; a wild turkey becomes a Thanksgiving dinner, and while we slurp the gravy a scorned coyote is crying.
(Whilst I researched the wild turkey's natural predators, one of whom is the coyote, I came across these fun facts: a turkey sees, in color, more than 10 times better than do people and they have a nearly 360 degree scope of vision, making them difficult to surprise; a young male turkey is called a jake and a young female turkey, a jenny; turkeys communicate with family and members of their flock by clucking, purring, "putt"-ing, and gobbling, each sound used in different situations (warning, mating, etc.). Pretty interesting stuff.)
I feel that I perhaps use hyphens and parentheses too much. They just are two of the rare things that one literally can't resist. A third is Sean Connery.
I've been up to quite a bit since my last post. Easter Break happened in April: I traveled around southern England a bit--stayed with Mary Cruse in Kent (basically the quintessential picture of what you imagine the English countryside to be) and with my friend Rachel in Dorset (the original palm tree-forested, beach surrounded San Diego, except with some wild horses and chalk mountains to boot (that's a terrific expression--really folksy--I think I might use it more often--and hyphens are wonderful too--take the place of other (like this one), more tiresome punctuation marks); then went to London with Rachel, where we had some pretty fantastic adventures. After that, Amie came to visit Edinburgh, which was a tubular time, of course. By then, classes had ended (they actually don't start up again after Easter Break, so in a way, your summer starts in March--but not in most ways (see how great the hyphens are--I was really stumped with what punctuation mark to put there (and there)) and exam period was well under way. Dun Dun Dun.
I had my first exam on April 27. On April 28, I, along with 3 friends (John, Ollie, and Jason (I still owe Jason money so don't let me forget about that)), stepped onto a plane bound for France. When we stepped off, we were in northern Slovakia.
No, I'm joking. We were in France. We spent a week there, camping and climbing in Fontainebleau forest, the bouldering Mecca of Western Europe. It was freaking amazing! No, honestly, I cannot describe how awesome it was in human words, and since I have never learned elvish or klingon (I even had to google the spelling of klingon) I won't say any more about it. I will say, however, that while I showed Fontainebleau the deepest love and respect, it, to me, was a rather abusive lover. We got back two weeks ago (6th of June) and my body is still broken--fingers still stiff and aching, arms still throbbing with a fairly excruciating pain when I climb (I've gotten back to it despite the pain--probably not healthy), and I've got a big toe that hurts whenever I move it in normal toe movement patterns (you know: up, down, up, down). All said, it was a good trip, only in small part due to my rediscovering a long-forgotten romance with French baguettes and fromage (I will never forget you, my sweet Camembert... nor you, my lovely Brie).
In the last two weeks, I took my last two exams, completing my formal education at the University of Edinburgh. With the end of school, the sun has risen, flowers blossomed, the birds are chirping (I still don't like them). A little sun and grass and there is revealed, not the dreary, dark city plagued with death and hopelessness which I have lately called my beloved home, but a magical kingdom where a thousand adventures await you and you no longer desire to stay home and watch Godfather 2 again (the first one is much better, anyway). Unfortunately, alongside the advent of this new dreamworld comes the departure of a great many good friends that I've made whilst (did you realize British people actually use that word in everyday conversation? seductive, I know) here. Such is life, I suppose: every white cloud has a dark lining, every baby born marks an old man dying; a wild turkey becomes a Thanksgiving dinner, and while we slurp the gravy a scorned coyote is crying.
(Whilst I researched the wild turkey's natural predators, one of whom is the coyote, I came across these fun facts: a turkey sees, in color, more than 10 times better than do people and they have a nearly 360 degree scope of vision, making them difficult to surprise; a young male turkey is called a jake and a young female turkey, a jenny; turkeys communicate with family and members of their flock by clucking, purring, "putt"-ing, and gobbling, each sound used in different situations (warning, mating, etc.). Pretty interesting stuff.)
I feel that I perhaps use hyphens and parentheses too much. They just are two of the rare things that one literally can't resist. A third is Sean Connery.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Life is like a fluorescent lightbulb
Good evening fellow drifters along life's winding wynds,
It has been quite some time since my last recording. This is partly because I've been busy, and partly because while blogina and I have attempted to deepen our relationship, she thinks I'm insensitive and insulting and I think she doesn't have much personality, not to mention looks.
Anyway, let me quickly update you with some highlights from the last couple of months: I visited my friend Rhoads Reynolds Cannon in Oxford, where I dined and discoursed with high society intellectuals (Rhoads not being the only one). I drove around the Scottish Highlands a couple of times--once just last weekend with my dad and once about a month ago with a very aggressive tartan-clad guide/bus driver who had a broadsword and insisted that the Scots rule the British empire (turns out the Queen is decendant from King James of Scotland, which is pretty interesting). Both trips took me to some really beautiful lochs and bens (lakes and mountains), as well as giving me a glimpse into small-town Scottish culture. It's exactly how I expected it to be, by the way--everyone wears blue face paint, bagpipes are constantly playing in the background, and there are frequent stone-throwing competitions (we men need some way to prove ourselves, you know). I've been climbing a lot, which makes me feel really good about life. A few weeks ago I climbed at the largest rock gym in the world (they call it an "arena"). I've also climbed outside a little bit and planned a 6-day climbing trip to Fountainebleau, France--probably the most famous bouldering area in the world--with some friends. I'm frighteningly excited about it. I've been way into mafia movies lately. I don't know why exactly, I guess there's just something about crime, murder, and mayhem that makes me feel really good.
I'm very happy about their having passed healthcare legislation back home. It could have been a better bill and the whole process over the past year has made me pretty sick to my stomach (for more specific reasons that I will refrain from elucidating at the moment, though I'd be happy to do so later), but Democrats needed to pass something and this will benefit the country. I'd really like to rant (I mean, calmly discuss) this topic for a few paragraphs, but I don't think this is the post for it. Suffice it to say, as of now healthcare costs are placing too large a burden on individuals and on the government (i.e. the conglomerate of voting taxpayers). As of 2007, 62% of all bankruptcies were due to unpayable healthcare costs (http://blogs.consumerreports.org/health/2009/06/health-care-bankruptcy-on-rise-medical-debt-medical-bills-how-to-avoid-bankruptcy.html). Though 40-50 million Americans don't have insurance, many of those bankrupt people had health insurance to begin with but lost it or faced costs way beyond what the insurance company would pay. The common practice of insurance companies is to deny insurance to people with existing health conditions who want to purchase it and to cut people's coverage when they get an illness which costs a lot to treat. I don't say this to villify insurance companies, only to present the basic fact of the matter--an insurance company stays in business and profits over other companies by insuring the healthiest people and avoiding as much risk as possible. What's good for an insurance company is not always what's good for the people it insures. For that reason, a lot of hardworking people can't afford insurance and a lot have insurance but still get dropped by their insurance company when they get sick--or have to pay huge sums over and above what the insurance will cover.
Some people argue that expanding healthcare coverage is bad because it would force people who work hard and responsibly purchase insurance to foot the bill for those who either don't work hard or aren't responsible enough to get insurance. Right now, though, people with insurance are already paying for people without insurance, because those uninsured still get sick, hurt, etc., and when they do, they have to go the emergency room. The emergency room takes the patients (doctors have this pesky commitment to saving people), and other people cover their costs through higher premiums and emergency room costs. Expanding coverage doesn't charge the insured taxpayer any more than he's already paying; if anything it will reduce that amount, by covering those now-uninsured people in an efficient way--through check-ups and medication prescriptions (preventative & long-term care) rather than expensive, last-minute E.R. surgeries.
This bill will cover 30 million Americans (it excludes illegal immigrants, for better or worse), it will end insurance company practices of discriminating on the basis of pre-existing condition and dropping coverage, and, by curbing long-term costs, it will reduce the federal budget deficit by $138 billion over the next 10 years ($1.2 trillion over the following 10 years), according to the non-partisan Congressional Budget Office, which works for both Democrats and Republicans. It's not a perfect bill (I could go over the things I dislike about it some other time), but its a good bill. And thank God at least something was passed!
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123670612 (Here's a short article about the individual mandate)
The saddest thing about this long healthcare debate is how much it has been driven by blind ideology (on both sides) rather than reasoned examination and discussion of individual issues and pieces of legislation. Whether you're Republican or Democrat (I consider myself a very moderate democrat), we can all be pragmatic and judge specific health bills on their merits and deficiencies. That's what good legislators do, and as citizens in a democracy which demands our informed participation, we ought to do the same.
Okay, I guess I did end up ranting a little bit.
P.S.--Today I was walking to the climbing gym around 8 p.m., and I happened to look up. No joke, it was one of the most amazing things: the sky was blue. A deep, royal blue, it was probably the bluest blue I have ever seen. It was more blue than a blue jay, more blue than a blue crayon, more blue than the blue I see when I close my eyes and picture blue. I stared at it the rest of the walk to the gym--nearly got hit by two cars--and I haven't gotten the image out of my mind yet. It's haunting and beautiful and incomprehensible. Maybe I just don't look at the sky enough and in fact this is not such a rare thing, but I'm pretty sure the sky usually doesn't look like that. I mean the sky isn't really blue; isn't it more of a grey-ish, blue-ish clear? Not this time. This sky wasn't jokin around about its identity. It was Blue. and Blue was it.
It has been quite some time since my last recording. This is partly because I've been busy, and partly because while blogina and I have attempted to deepen our relationship, she thinks I'm insensitive and insulting and I think she doesn't have much personality, not to mention looks.
Anyway, let me quickly update you with some highlights from the last couple of months: I visited my friend Rhoads Reynolds Cannon in Oxford, where I dined and discoursed with high society intellectuals (Rhoads not being the only one). I drove around the Scottish Highlands a couple of times--once just last weekend with my dad and once about a month ago with a very aggressive tartan-clad guide/bus driver who had a broadsword and insisted that the Scots rule the British empire (turns out the Queen is decendant from King James of Scotland, which is pretty interesting). Both trips took me to some really beautiful lochs and bens (lakes and mountains), as well as giving me a glimpse into small-town Scottish culture. It's exactly how I expected it to be, by the way--everyone wears blue face paint, bagpipes are constantly playing in the background, and there are frequent stone-throwing competitions (we men need some way to prove ourselves, you know). I've been climbing a lot, which makes me feel really good about life. A few weeks ago I climbed at the largest rock gym in the world (they call it an "arena"). I've also climbed outside a little bit and planned a 6-day climbing trip to Fountainebleau, France--probably the most famous bouldering area in the world--with some friends. I'm frighteningly excited about it. I've been way into mafia movies lately. I don't know why exactly, I guess there's just something about crime, murder, and mayhem that makes me feel really good.
I'm very happy about their having passed healthcare legislation back home. It could have been a better bill and the whole process over the past year has made me pretty sick to my stomach (for more specific reasons that I will refrain from elucidating at the moment, though I'd be happy to do so later), but Democrats needed to pass something and this will benefit the country. I'd really like to rant (I mean, calmly discuss) this topic for a few paragraphs, but I don't think this is the post for it. Suffice it to say, as of now healthcare costs are placing too large a burden on individuals and on the government (i.e. the conglomerate of voting taxpayers). As of 2007, 62% of all bankruptcies were due to unpayable healthcare costs (http://blogs.consumerreports.org/health/2009/06/health-care-bankruptcy-on-rise-medical-debt-medical-bills-how-to-avoid-bankruptcy.html). Though 40-50 million Americans don't have insurance, many of those bankrupt people had health insurance to begin with but lost it or faced costs way beyond what the insurance company would pay. The common practice of insurance companies is to deny insurance to people with existing health conditions who want to purchase it and to cut people's coverage when they get an illness which costs a lot to treat. I don't say this to villify insurance companies, only to present the basic fact of the matter--an insurance company stays in business and profits over other companies by insuring the healthiest people and avoiding as much risk as possible. What's good for an insurance company is not always what's good for the people it insures. For that reason, a lot of hardworking people can't afford insurance and a lot have insurance but still get dropped by their insurance company when they get sick--or have to pay huge sums over and above what the insurance will cover.
Some people argue that expanding healthcare coverage is bad because it would force people who work hard and responsibly purchase insurance to foot the bill for those who either don't work hard or aren't responsible enough to get insurance. Right now, though, people with insurance are already paying for people without insurance, because those uninsured still get sick, hurt, etc., and when they do, they have to go the emergency room. The emergency room takes the patients (doctors have this pesky commitment to saving people), and other people cover their costs through higher premiums and emergency room costs. Expanding coverage doesn't charge the insured taxpayer any more than he's already paying; if anything it will reduce that amount, by covering those now-uninsured people in an efficient way--through check-ups and medication prescriptions (preventative & long-term care) rather than expensive, last-minute E.R. surgeries.
This bill will cover 30 million Americans (it excludes illegal immigrants, for better or worse), it will end insurance company practices of discriminating on the basis of pre-existing condition and dropping coverage, and, by curbing long-term costs, it will reduce the federal budget deficit by $138 billion over the next 10 years ($1.2 trillion over the following 10 years), according to the non-partisan Congressional Budget Office, which works for both Democrats and Republicans. It's not a perfect bill (I could go over the things I dislike about it some other time), but its a good bill. And thank God at least something was passed!
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123670612 (Here's a short article about the individual mandate)
The saddest thing about this long healthcare debate is how much it has been driven by blind ideology (on both sides) rather than reasoned examination and discussion of individual issues and pieces of legislation. Whether you're Republican or Democrat (I consider myself a very moderate democrat), we can all be pragmatic and judge specific health bills on their merits and deficiencies. That's what good legislators do, and as citizens in a democracy which demands our informed participation, we ought to do the same.
Okay, I guess I did end up ranting a little bit.
P.S.--Today I was walking to the climbing gym around 8 p.m., and I happened to look up. No joke, it was one of the most amazing things: the sky was blue. A deep, royal blue, it was probably the bluest blue I have ever seen. It was more blue than a blue jay, more blue than a blue crayon, more blue than the blue I see when I close my eyes and picture blue. I stared at it the rest of the walk to the gym--nearly got hit by two cars--and I haven't gotten the image out of my mind yet. It's haunting and beautiful and incomprehensible. Maybe I just don't look at the sky enough and in fact this is not such a rare thing, but I'm pretty sure the sky usually doesn't look like that. I mean the sky isn't really blue; isn't it more of a grey-ish, blue-ish clear? Not this time. This sky wasn't jokin around about its identity. It was Blue. and Blue was it.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Rupert, put down that cantaloupe!
If I ever have a daughter I want to name her Mrs. Wadsworth. Mrs. Wadsworth Brockway. She'll be the coolest girl in school.
Friday, February 12, 2010
The more we get together the happier we'll be
I haven't written in a while and, if you're madly in love with me, I know that that must have been hard for you. If you have only average affection for me, it probably didn't affect you too much, but now that you've read that presumptuously indirect apology to my imagined admirers, your feelings toward me and this blog have taken a distinctive turn south (toward Satan and Hell and overcooked cabbage, along with other unpleasant things). Anyway, I've been busy exploring the city and living in my head along with thoughts too serious or nonsensical or downright shameful (Oh to dare to dream a vision so sweet/ Of shoes on hands and hats on feet) for public broadcast.
I bought a throw-away camera the other day and have finally taken some pictures. I will post them soon in order to prove once and for all (to those who brandish overly imaginative suspicions--Rachel Percival, etc.) that I am in fact in Scotland.
As compensation for reading this post, I leave with you a Churchill quote that I quite like and a picture of a dog in sunglasses:
"Soon, very soon, our brief lives will be lived. Soon, very soon, we and our affairs will have passed away. Uncounted generations will trample heedlessly upon our tombs. What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone? How else can we put ourselves in harmonious relation with the great verities and consolations of the infinite and eternal?"
I bought a throw-away camera the other day and have finally taken some pictures. I will post them soon in order to prove once and for all (to those who brandish overly imaginative suspicions--Rachel Percival, etc.) that I am in fact in Scotland.
As compensation for reading this post, I leave with you a Churchill quote that I quite like and a picture of a dog in sunglasses:
"Soon, very soon, our brief lives will be lived. Soon, very soon, we and our affairs will have passed away. Uncounted generations will trample heedlessly upon our tombs. What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone? How else can we put ourselves in harmonious relation with the great verities and consolations of the infinite and eternal?"
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