“Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color, and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows — a colorless, all- color of atheism from which we shrink?”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale
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Having No Goal
“When someone seeks,” said Siddhartha, “then it easily happens that his eyes see only the thing that he seeks, and he is able to find nothing, to take in nothing because he always thinks only about the thing he is seeking, because he has one goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Depth Of Field
“Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
The Past Increases, The Future Recedes
What is the plural of ‘Pegasus?’
What is the plural of ‘Pegasus?’
Mark A. Mandel, linguist (i.e., language scientist and researcher), PhD in linguistics
The original was Greek, but we adopted it in English in the Latin form, ending in -us, not the Greek -os. So we use “pegasi”, not “*pegasoi”. We can and do also use “pegasuses”, as we say “campuses” and “calluses”: Eunji Choi is right about expressions like “the Mickey Mouses of the world”, but that’s not relevant here: “pegasus”, like “atlas” and “medusa”, is proper only in origin.
A Consolation For the Weary
“In the squares and in the streets we are placing our work convinced that art must not remain a sanctuary for the idle, a consolation for the weary, and a justification for the lazy. Art should attend us everywhere that life flows and acts.”
—-Vladimir Tatlin
A well-placed large sculpture by John Henry. I like the title – I’ve always been a fan of Tatlin’s Tower – someone should build one of those – a real big-ass version.
There’s A Lady Who’s Sure All That Glitters Is Gold
Make Me One With Everything
“Said Buddha to the hot dog vendor, “make me one with everything.”
― New York Magazine
I’ve always had a soft spot for Wild About Harry’s – the local frozen custard mini-chain. They used to have a location in San Antonio, above the Riverwalk (now closed). Years ago, I was wandering the Riverwalk in a sad funk full of Holly Golightly Mean Reds and I stopped by Wild About Harry’s for a frozen custard and it made me feel better. Thank goodness for small mercies.
Now there is a branch opened in Deep Ellum, and it is good. If you need a little pickmeup, be sure and stop by.
Don’t let the scary hotdog man near the door frighten you away.
Tears Were Warm, And Girls Were Beautiful, Like Dreams
“Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
The Straight And the Winding Way Are One
“He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men’s memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West












