subtle revolution

"There are two kinds of revolutionists, as of most things- a good kind and a bad. The bad revolutionists destroy conventions by appealing to fads- fashions that are newer than conventions. The good do it by appealing to facts that are older than conventions." (G.K. Chesterton)

21 February 2008

expresso

It's Espresso, not expresso. ESssssssspresssso.
It's not hard to say- Really.
Try it.
Espresso.
Now say, "Expresso."

Yeah... see the difference? One has an 's' and the other has a 'x.'

Starbucks serves espresso. It's delicious. Get used to saying it correctly. But then again, go ahead and say it whatever way you want. The barista will just have a good chuckle at your expense.

12 February 2008

drama

Sometimes I feel like a spectator of my own life. Seconds, hours, even days flitter away as quickly as cut-scenes in a film. The actor can't seem to remember his lines and his timing is all off. Try as I might to shout out his cues, he just doesn't understand the scene that blazes by unabatedly. Day in and day out the potential for excellence lies dormant as mediocrity continues to push forward into prevalence. Nothing seems right, but it seems too late to make a change. There's no intermission to use- no opportunity to regroup- no chance to stop and get straight. Every aspect to the grand performance surrounding this man progresses with beauty and sense and poise. But this man... this man plods along through his self-induced haze- out of sync, out of tune, out of touch, running out of time to get his act together.

pray

Sitting, watching, waiting, desiring
More information in the wake of tragedy
I pray to you in search of comfort
I pray to you in need of guidance
Fear for others? Shall I fear for myself?
How do I react? Am I to weep?
What do you want from me Lord?
I see your coming- drawing nearer
My desire is to serve you as I should
What is it you truly want?
What do you want from me? What?
Weep? Wail? Whine? What? Why?

life as it is

Tryin' so hard to run away from you
I can almost hear you wailing
Can nearly see your tears
Through all of it I feel your hand
Keep tugging me home
Pull with grace and might
I lay it down again
Give you what you require
I'll take it back
We keep doing this again
Again, again, again