"Where do you begin? There's so much to say about him. He was a benign, lovable guy and he was also a magic man, a shaman. There was a feeling of going out in the world with kindness that Jerry Garcia represented. That shines through beyond all the other stuff." ~Mickey Hart
I have discovered a lot of great music at SomaFM. I first heard this on their Suburbs of Goa channel.
Excerpted from the article "When Cities Treated Cars as Dangerous Intruders" by Peter Norton, published in The MIT Press Reader:
City people saw the car not just as a menace to life and limb, but also as an aggressor upon their time-honored rights to city streets. “The pedestrian,” explained a Brooklyn man, “as an American citizen, naturally resents any intrusion upon his prior constitutional rights.” Custom and the Anglo-American legal tradition confirmed pedestrians’ inalienable right to the street. In Chicago in 1926, as in most cities, “nothing” in the law “prohibits a pedestrian from using any part of the roadway of any street or highway, at any time or at any place as he may desire.” So noted the author of a traffic survey commissioned by the Chicago Association of Commerce. According to Connecticut’s first Motor Vehicle Commissioner, Robbins Stoeckel, the most restrictive interpretation of pedestrians’ rights was that “All travelers have equal rights on the highway.”
It's hard to imagine a time when streets were for people, not machines, and the right to use those streets for human activities was considered a constitutional right.
I'd love to find a way to put that genie back in the bottle, at least a little bit.
You can read the full article HERE.
"È bello non avere rimpianti nella vita, quando la tua anima è consapevole di aver agito sempre con il cuore e non solo con la mente…" ~N.Dell'Aquila
Google Translation:
"It is nice not to have regrets in life, when your soul is aware that it has always acted with the heart and not only with the mind…" ~N.Dell'Aquila
"These days it seems the people most likely to identify themselves as Christians tend to be Republicans as well the most vicious, hateful, un-Christian sons of bitches you'd ever want to meet." ~Roy Edroso (source)
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"We take pride in our identities. We are Lakota and it's time to return to our ways," she continued. "We don't want any more assimilation. We don't need any more churches and we don't need your god."
"Christianity didn't become a world religion because of the quality of its teachings, but by the quantity of its violence," said Eleanor Ferguson, Oglala Lakota and representative of the International Indigenous Youth Council, during the tribal council meeting.
"If you let your mind dwell on ghosts, you'll become a ghost yourself. If you fix your mind on God your life will be filled with God. Now: which are you going to choose?" ~Sri Ramakrishna
I don't really know why this became so iconic, but Howard Cosell's shock and excitement has always stuck with me.
"Peace requires us to surrender our illusions of control. We can love and care for others but we cannot possess our children, lovers, family, or friends. We can assist them, pray for them, and wish them well, yet in the end their happiness and suffering depend on their thoughts and actions, not on our wishes." ~Jack Kornfield
The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong. The world is part of our own self and we are a part of its suffering wholeness. Until we go to the root of our image of separateness, there can be no healing.
And the deepest part of our separateness from creation lies in our forgetfulness of its sacred nature, which is also our own sacred nature.
~Thich Nhat Hanh
I found this on a Reddit thread.
I guess if you're at a lake and notice some wild tomatoes growing on the banks, don't get in the water:
"Wherever you go, you will always bear yourself about with you, and so you will always find yourself." ~Thomas A. Kempis
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"Remember: no matter where you go, there you are." ~Buckaroo Banzai
In these two excerpts from Katrina Guliver's review of Meet Me By the Fountain by Alexandra Lange, online at City-Journal.org, she describes the best and worst of American malls:
In their ideal form, malls offer a smorgasbord of shopping options in a safe, climate-controlled environment. Around the next corner is another store, with another window, offering something new. Meantime, one finds places to eat, places to sit, and piped-in music to maintain the mood. What you want is not simply the object you shop for but to be at the mall. The “Gruen Transfer,” named for mall designer Victor Gruen, is defined as the point in time that mall-going ceases to be about running an errand and becomes about enjoying the visit itself.
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For me, malls are now sites of occasional desperation, as when I find myself in a strange town and need to get something quickly. I’ll wander into a Macy’s or a Nordstrom Rack, where the lingerie department looks like the aftermath of a police raid. Finding anything that fits is like picking a winning lottery ticket. Meantime, my meeting is in two hours, and I’m trying to remember where I parked the rental car (Blue 12? Green 9?). No Gruen transfer here.
Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten. Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days. Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth. Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist you.
An August Afternoon
by Bronislaw Maj
(via)
An August afternoon. Even here is heard
the rush of the glittering Raba.
We look at the mountain,
my mother and I. How clear the air is:
every dark spruce on Mount Lubon
is seen distinctly as if it grew in our garden.
An astonishing phenomenon—it astonishes my mother
and me. I am four and I do not know
what it means to be four. I am
happy: I don’t know what to be means
or happiness. I know my mother
sees and feels what I do. And I know
that as always in the evening
we will take a walk
far, up to the woods, already before
long.
