The Mind's I


It's easier not to be wise
And measure those things by your brains
I sank into Eden with you
Alone in the church by and by

I'll read to you here, save your eyes
You'll need them, your boat is at sea
Your anchor is up, you've been swept away
And the greatest of teachers won't hesitate
To leave you there, by yourself
Chained to fate

I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
Fear is not the end
I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
Fear is not the end of this!

It's easier not to be great
And measure those things by your eyes
We long to be here by his resolve
Alone in the church by and by
To cradle the baby in space
And leave you there by yourself chained to fate

Oh, now we took it back too far
Only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn
All come runnin' back to you, all these rhythms that you hide
Only love can save us now, all those riddles that you burn
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
Fear is not the end
I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
Fear is not the end of this!

--Live "I Alone"
Throwing Copper

The perspective today comes from the Best of College A cappella CD that I keep in my desk drawer at work. I have never heard the original song, but I love listening to the a cappella version of it on the CD. It's such a powerful song. It harkens back to the days when I was interested in mythology, because it seems to be several myths all rolled into one. Adam and Eve in Eden. The sirens that call to Jason as he is changed to the mast of the boat. Prometheus bound. The Sphynx. I don't know if I would appreciate the original as much as the a cappella cover, but I love its driving tone and its wailing lead singer. She is full of conviction. I alone love you. I alone tempt you. I love strong women.

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November 11, 1998
Raw Meat
I Am Eileene

I got lunch at East (a Japanese restaurant) today, in keeping with my tradition of getting sushi atleast once a week. I'm not sure if it is the healthiest lunch I could get in the area, it certainly feels healthier than going for pizza or Wendy's or Taco Bell. On the way to lunch, I noticed a group of protesters marching up 3rd Avenue. Well, you know me. I just had to stop and check them out.

The Protest

For those of you who can't see the images particularly well on my really terrible digital camera, they were carrying red flags with a black tribal eagle-looking bird on them. They carried small black coffins with flags ceremoniously draped over them. They were chanting, but I couldn't figure out what they were saying except for the word "free". I am assuming that they were chanting in English because I heard "free", although that is speculation. A woman in the group handed me a pamphlet that commented on the killings and euthanasia happening in Kosovo. I didn't quite understand it. It talked about how thousands of people were being killed in Kosovo. The pamphlet fingered General Ratko Mladic as the prime instigator of the various war crimes in the region. I looked up some stuff on him on the web and I was shocked to hear some of the comments he has made in the past.

In July, 1995, Mladic had aides slice a pig open in front of Dutch peacekeepers and told them, "This is what we're going to do to the Muslims." At least one Muslim escapee from the town of Srebrenica, where as many as 8,000 Muslims were killed by Serbian forces, says he saw the general watching a mass execution.
To me, those words are those of a man filled with hate, completely unwilling to compromise. His racial remarks attributed to him are abhorrent:
"Why would Serbs want to rape Muslim women?" General Ratko Mladic asks in the documentary film Calling the Ghosts. "They're too ugly."
With a leader like that, I feel completely symapthetic towards the Muslim side of the war.

I left work as early as I could to rush down to Rising Dragon (I think that's the name of the place) to see Keith get tattooed. Well, I was a bit too late to check it out <sad> but I got to see a corner of it. It is to be a buddah with a lotus flower on the bottom. He lifted the gauze so I can look at the petals on the lotus. They were a beautiful pink/purple! Pink! On Keith! Inconceivable! He must be gay! <grin>

I volunteered more of my time over today. ScribeTribe, a journal list that I am a member of, has been soliciting volunteers for days to come up with a "question du jour". Well, I decided that quirky Iko will volunteer for the mysteriously named Wednesday, pronounced Wensday.

I'll take whatever day isn't taken. ;) Although, I do happen to like Wednesday. I love how it is spelled. "Wed - nes - day". Yet we pronounce it "Wens-day". Hmmm...

It's strange, like me. ;)

Appropriate? I've got to do a website for it.

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