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February 23, 2005

i have found my muse

It is *rare* that I fall in love with a musical performer - individual or group. In fact, not since developing an obsession with Depeche Mode in jr. high have I just gone mad over a group. But now, all that has changed. Ever since I came across "Absolution" by Muse I just have not seen the world in the same way. The sunlight is more vibrant, the clouds more brooding; traffic buzzes by in slow motion and then speeds up so that cars are simply a blur as they pass.

This will read like a tagline on the back cover, but "Absolution" is nothing less than triumphant. Between Matthew Bellamy's dreamy dripping-with-vibrato voice, the haunting lyrics, the fantastic drum and electric guitar extravaganzas (witnessed in "Stockholm Syndrome"), and the elaborate melodies, it is hard to pick out only one reason this band is the *best* band of the new millennium - it just doesn't get any better. I can listen to "Hysteria" in the gym 10 times in a row while I run and life. just. doesn't. get. any. better.

Wow. I love it! I can't stop listening to it. Somebody stop me!

"I think our lives have just begun..."

February 18, 2005

not having anything to do with mel's film...

Alright, alright, I'm not such a blue traveler anymore. It's all good. Tires were fixed, flights took off, people arrived home safely. And slept. A lot, in fact. And so, it is a new day. Yeah yeah yeah.

I have a question on my mind that I imagine will swim around up there for quite a while until finding a satisfactory resting place. So, if I approach you in the next few weeks with a pensive look on my face, here's the scoop.

When is passion a not-so-good thing? In what circumstances is passion negative? I have been reading a couple of books lately that have raised such questions in my mind, and I have not yet found adequate answers.

Mostly, I have seen passion used in the sense of "ardent affection" or "desire" for something. Such as, "He has such passion for his career and is therefore energized by it - every morning he wakes up ready to roll!" Or, "Her passionate nature moved her to write him a poem every day of their separation during his journey overseas." And the like.

This is how I have always understood passion, and as such it is why I have often described myself as a passionate person. In my more recent journey of discovering what I want to do when I grow up, I am trying to explore that which I am passionate about as a guide toward my "calling" - or at least my next gig. Haha.

But then, I read some of the Baha'i Writings and I have such a different impression of passion. Observe:

"Well is it with the king who keepeth a tight hold on the reins of his passion, restraineth his anger and preferreth justice and fairness to injustice and tyranny." (Baha'u'llah: Tablets of Baha'u'llah, p65)

"Man is submerged in the affairs of this world... Desire and passion, like two unmanageable horses, have wrested the reins of control from him and are galloping madly in the wilderness. This is the cause of the degradation of the world of humanity." ('Abdu'l-Baha: Promulgation of Universal Peace, p184)

"Yet the pursuit of passion and desire will wrap the eyes in a thousand veils that rise out of the heart to blind the sight and the insight as well." ('Abdu'l-Baha: Secret of Divine Civilization, p64)

But then...

"When, in Manshad, this devoted man first heard the cry of God, he was awakened to restless life. A holy passion stirred him, his soul was made new." ('Abdu'l-Baha: Memorials of the Faithful, p83)

Granted, I am putting a lot of quotes here out of context. Still, I can't help but be in a state of question...

What is passion, really? And is there any way that we can use it in helpful ways? Thoughts?

February 09, 2005

blue traveler

Well, kind of blue in any case. I am just so tiiiiiiired. Traveling takes its toll on me in that I am not eating or exercising according to normal plans - thus, the fatigue. And my face is starting to show it. I know - "quit yer bitchin." But seriously folks, I need a break. I'm not even sure what time zone I'm in anymore! Am I in Paris? Istanbul? St. Louis? Sao Paulo? Who knows... an airport is an airport is an airport.

As usual, however, the people I am with make all the difference. As in, if they were not around, I don't know what I would do. Here in Pensacola, for example, I get to room with Charla Marla, hang out with Becky Murphy (those of you who know her know what I mean), Nas's papa (who is also supah cool!) and many more people I just love. Even the people I have met on the plane are fabulous! (Shout out to Greg and Joe!) And that makes it all worthwhile.

Plus - last night, the sunset viewed from Phoenix Sky Harbor Int'l was *spectacular*! I was too tired to walk over to the windows and snap a shot with my phone, but I sure enjoyed the luscious red and orange bands of yummy sky that illuminated the huge windows. Aaaaah...

Here's to many more gorgeous sunsets, walks along the white sands of Pensacola, and less time in airports next month. Cheers!

February 08, 2005

tubing

Well, we did it! We took full advantage of having snow around during winter months and had a phenomenally fun time tubing in Wisconsin this past Saturday! The evidence? Ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out, yo.

whazzup, greg?

ah, sustenance - yummmmmmmmmmmmm!

yes, it's the hill!

hanging out, waiting in line...

*this* is the life!

tow, tow, tow your tube, gently up the hill...

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

ok, just one more time?

we actually walked up the hill a few times... just a few

da gang, l-r: p-air, d, aaron numbah 1, karicarlson, the gregmeister, joe cool, tiffany, aaron numbah 2

Can you feel the love? Wanna come play with us next time?

February 04, 2005

how do you know?

As I left the mall last night (after searching for the perfect earwarmers for tomorrow's sled-fest and coming up empty-handed), two people standing by the mall entrance/exit stopped me by saying, "Hi! We have a question for you if you have a moment." I wasn't in a huge rush, so I stopped and said, "Sure. What is it?"

Thus began a *fascinating* 27-minute conversation (I really did time it) which easily could have turned into a 2-3 hour conversation had I not politely excused myself.

So, this was the gist of it. They (a man and a woman) said they're doing a documentary called "What do you believe in?" - all about what people turn toward in distressing times and what belief systems people have. They said they were doing some post-production work interviewing people to flesh out some of their storyline. Really, though, I think it was all a cover to sneakily engage people in a conversation of questions to be able to teach their ministry. Sneaky.

So, they began by asking me what I believe. Despite my inclination to give a smartass comment like, “I believe in Donald Trump and the almighty dollar – why else do you think I’m at a mall immersing myself in materialism right now?!?” my initial response was, "That's rather a broad question! There are a lot of things I believe, some related to each other and some not. I believe in gravity, for example, but I imagine that's not what you're after. Perhaps you can narrow down what you are actually getting at?" I can be sneaky too.

They: "True enough! It is a broad question... We are trying to learn about different belief systems, like we have talked with Christians, Jews, Muslims - even Buddhists - and they have shared what their religious beliefs are. Is there a spiritual belief system you rely upon in hard times?" Ah, there it is.

Me: "Yes, absolutely. I am a Bahá'í, a member of the Bahá'í Faith."

They: "Oh, wow! We haven't talked with any Bahá'ís yet. We don't know much about it - can you give us a brief summary?"

Brief summary?!? Secretly, I hate this question – how can you summarize a world-changing religio-social belief system with historical, mystical and spiritual realities, divinely revealed by God through Bahá'u'lláh? How can anyone do this well for any of the world's religions, for that matter? And really, how can one engage in a conversation about religion and explain something so personal without understanding the perspective of the hearer? Communicating one's beliefs is only as valuable as one's ability to make those beliefs relevant to the hearer's own belief system, capacity and point of reference.

Nevertheless, I answered... "Well, the Bahá'í Faith is an independent global religion, and its fundamental purpose is the unification of humankind in all spheres of life through the application of clearly identified spiritual principles. It emphasizes the individual’s path of spiritual growth and worship as well as community-building principles."

They: "Interesting… does the Bahá'í Faith have a founder, like Christ established Christianity?"

Me: "Oh yes. Its founder is Bahá'u'lláh, who has an unusual name to the average American ear, but his name in Arabic means ‘the Glory of God.’ He was born in the 1800s, and is regarded by Bahá'ís as the Messenger of God for this day/era in human civilization’s development."

Well, from there things got even more interesting, culminating in the reason why I was inspired to blog about what transpired to begin with. They asked questions about the history of the Bahá'í Faith (I provided some basic dates and events), how Bahá'ís reconcile differing beliefs of other religions (I talked about the concept of progressive revelation), and how Bahá'u'lláh knew he was a prophet. Following a very short discussion of this last question, they asked me, "So, can you be a prophet? (I said I’m not a prophet.) Well, how do you know you’re not a prophet? I mean, we’ve talked with people today who believe they are prophets. How do they know?"

So here’s the stuff of it. This last bit of conversation intrigued me, despite the fact that I resented how they would "mirror back" to me what they thought I said quite incorrectly most of the time (e.g. "So Bahá'u'lláh was Arabic?") thereby giving me the impression that they weren’t really listening to what I said, rather they were interested in throwing me off base. But I was interested by the question, "How do you know you’re not a prophet?" I’m pretty darn sure I’m not, and I don’t particularly have the desire to even *think* about being one. At the same time, I really had to pause to think about the question when they first asked it. My instinctive response was, "I just know," which I imagined would not satisfy their question. In reality, there isn’t anything concrete to which I can point to confirm I am not a prophet. I just know I’m not. I recall from various religious teachings the analogy of knowing a tree by its fruit – that one can identify a prophet by his teachings and ministry. I have no fruit resembling that of a prophet. Plus, according to my own belief system, there will not be another Messenger from God for thousands of years. But that might not ring true for someone who is not a Bahá'í.

When it comes down to it, there is a mystical reality that is veiled to our everyday eyes. Every now and again, I feel like I get a nanometer of a glimpse – in someone’s kindness, in a miracle, in some inexplicable feeling that suddenly washes over me and leaves me with an indescribable serenity, in rare moments of spiritual connection when I pray. But the essence of why I *know* something spiritual is innate – based on faith, you might say. And faith is a difficult concept to explain on the fly to someone standing at a mall entrance at 8:34 pm on Thursday.

So, my question is, when is "I just know" enough of an answer?

February 03, 2005

contain yourself

And now, a list.

Things unpacked in Marc's apartment two nights ago:

1. two fabulous gold and red dining chairs, circa Louis XXIII
2. Tessera's footed red glass water bowl - her highness has expensive taste, apparently
3. gold and silver leather cushions for the barcelona chair
4. Marc's entire Middle Eastern wardrobe - how many embroidered robes were there? I lost count at about 12...
5. several excellent LPs from the 80s - Bronski Beat, Yazoo, etc.
6. Tessera's outerwear wardrobe - namely, a red raincoat, a scarf, a red sweater, and a red vinyl "badass" coat (oh yes, she's a badass)
7. and more... so much more!

February 02, 2005

a night in the life of d rocks

I am flying high at the moment having just returned from… from where, you say? Ah, well, from…

…wait for it…

my brother’s home. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I can’t believe it! Marc St. Camille is in Chicago. And my world is officially rocked.

Tonight went something like this. I got back from the gym, enjoyed a d-licious salmon and rice dinner prepared by none other than the fabulous Paulie, hung out with him and mom for a moment, checked out some new rags mom bought for herself at Ann Taylor, and then called Marc to check in, say hey and see how far he had gotten with unpacking.

Oh, did I mention that he and Dame Tessera just moved to Chicago? To *my* town? Oh yes!

Well, one thing led to another during our conversation (as is usually the case) and I found myself with a bag of *yummy* food and drinks in my car at about 10:00pm driving to his home. Yes, the home that is now within driving distance! Ha! It was great.

is that marc hanging a shower curtain?

dame tessera modeling said shower curtain - isn't she lovely?

So, I took the grand tour of the new apartment, which I must say is incredible in size, the view of the lake and character. And then I gave some advice about bathroom accessories and furniture. (I was in my brother’s apartment giving _him_ decorating advice! It was amazing…) And then we hung the shower curtain, unpacked three HUGE garment boxes, played with Tessera, put some things away in the cavernous closets he now has, ate some scookies (thank you, George!), drank, talked about how to decorate the walls on the adjacent building which a few of his windows face (yes, the walls on the outside), and discussed his aerated water.

Banal? Commonplace? Typical? Hardly. If you only knew what kinds of things we unpacked… oh, if you only knew.

why, it *is* marc!

can't get enough of this beauty

And so begins a long tradition of spontaneous "What are you doing tonight?"s and "Let’s catch a movie"s and craziness.

Chicago will never sleep the same way again.

February 01, 2005

these are a few of my favorite things

Some images from our most recent meeting in Tucson - er, at least images of our surroundings. Oh, and antics. Aaaahhh...

yeah, it's like that

majestic mountains

desert flowers

the gang

a special visit to a very special gravesite

clouds

sina rockin' the casbah