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olive hope design

my only cousin on my dad's side of the family
also entrepreneur, wife, mom, and a bunch of other wonderful things

flying

That's right all you stuff readers, at 10:35 tomorrow night I will be on my way to the east coast for the weekend. I will arrive all sleepy-eyed because of the crying baby next to me, or wired because of the mocha I'll have during my looong layover in Atlanta. Looking forward to seeing my girls. For all the others that I have promised to visit on the east coast, I'll make it there sometime too :)

One

In conversation with dear friend, I learned that this song was also written in part about the coming down of the Berlin Wall. Why am I suddenly fascinated with this period in history? just a part of my processing...

ONE by U2:

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you've got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...
One...

extended version

Can You hear us coming Lord
Can You hear us call
Feel us knocking
We're knocking at Your door

unknowing

something to think about...

"The Cloud of Unknowing, written in the 14th century:

Our intense need to understand will always be a powerful stumbling block to our attempts to reach God in simple love, and must always be overcome. For if you do not overcome this need to understand, it will undermine your quest. It will replace the darkness which you have pierced to reach God, with clear images of something which, however good, however beautiful, however Godlike, is not God. So, therefore, never give up your resolve, but beat away at this cloud of unknowing between you and God with that sharp dart of longing love. And so I urge you, go after experience rather than knowledge. On account of pride, knowledge may often deceive you, but this gentle, loving affection will not deceive you. Knowledge tends to breed conceit, but love builds. Knowledge is full of labor, but love, full of rest."

the excerpt was taken from http://www.sacredspace.ie/

another alley

Wind of Change

written by Klaus Meine of the Scorpions on a visit to Moscow following the fall of the Berlin Wall:

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close,like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Chorus:
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever

I fallow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

alley picture

Okay so you don't see alley, but this is what was seen at the end of the alley

alleys

The alleys of north beach are calling me and my camera today. I just need to wait for the light to be right.

series

My latest fascination/free-time sucker: online tv shows. Actually it started with a recent addiction to Lost. In the midst of watching the first season (within a few weeks) my favorite man discovers season three is available online the day after it airs. Score! Season two remains a mystery, but that will be taken care of soon enough.

So now with the newly gifted access to these resources and some emptier evenings, I explored a few other series as well. Ugly Betty, and the new Heroes have made it past the first five minutes of viewing. The others, well, I do have some better things to do with my time...like that studying...woohoo!

sitting at the desk.
work awaits me.
i have no desire to look at it.
might go outside for a bit.
or study the CSI MasterFormat for my test
sounds fun, no?

working

tonight is the first time i've taken work home with me since i got sick in san diego. now it is because we just don't have enough people. good thing i can bank these hours :)

and there are days when you turn off the only person you really want to talk to

waiting

one of my favorite pastimes is to walk along the water
towards golden gate bridge.
along the way i pass by boats upon boats
waiting to ride the open waters

eagerly, quietly, impatiently
awaiting
release

intersection

it has been awhile since i have attended live theatre
this one was "reimagining shakespeare's kingdom of elsinore to a drug-ravaged oakland"
oakland being one of the less reputable cities surrounding san francisco

you know hood-speak could be considered just as confusing as shakespearian-speak
talking 'bout partnas and ob and all that *explicitives*

and to end the evening, i've decided to listen to "the choir of new oxford college"

peace out