Religion and Pain

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Interesting article from the New Scientist blog. I thought some of you might like it.

I watched the BBC doco The Big Bang Machine about the Large Hadron Collider. It was hosted by Brian Cox: physicist-cum-rock-musician-cum-horribly-bad-teeth. I had already read an article about him in the newspaper’s world news pull-out only the same day. After watching his enthusiasm and his ‘oop norf’ accent I decided he would be a great nomination for the next Doctor if David Tennant decided to hand in the armchair-skin suit. Cox is apparently Lancastrian, his accent sounded Broad British Urban to me.

I wonder if I know anyone who has downloaded Lost Souls in Dunedin yet: Torchwood radio play based at CERN on the eve the boffins are going to bootstrap the LHC.

I wonder where on my linux box are the settings for summer time. My computer clock is an hour out now so I have disabled the applet until it corrects itself. It did eventually after daylight saving time ended in the winter months. As I am lazy about learning computerese, Kubuntu remains arcane to me.

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25 years and 1 day since the end of the world (almost)

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I just noticed this link in my RSS-feeds. It deserves to be better known so I am putting a link in here for it, even though I am one day late. I have a vague recollection that I’ve heard this story before. In any case the documentary, due out next year, could be worth seeing. At the time I was still at high school in Invercargill, well out of the direct line of fire. World War III nearly started and I didn’t see it. That’s sort of a relief.

Phoenix mi alashiya shanti, shanti, shanti

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I only met Phoenix the once. It was on a new year’s eve at his owner’s flat. He was shy of the strangers that came into his space. I was prepared to get down to his level to play with him and he accepted me, much to my delight.

As you said, the needle is so unexpectedly fast. I remember that when I took Fremen in with lymph cancer. in less than a blink of an eye a vital creature is left without character. I still grieve when I think about it.

A letter came for Tao today. She is due for her six month warrenty. She is sitting on my arm as I type this with one free hand. I shall make an appointment in hope she will live aa long as possible.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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I was on retreat yesterday and came home with this poem:

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles
through the desert
repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours,
and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun
and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese,
high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are,
no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting
— over and over
announcing your place in the family of things.

Update for Bibliophiles

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Renaissance Books now has a shop front in Dunedin, on the corner of Howe and George Streets. Regulars to Dunedin will know it as the store formerly occupied by Jujubé