A weblog reflecting an Austin, TX lawyer's interest in ethics, personal coaching, the flow experience, NLP, communication, and particularly and generally, happiness.
The Feast of the Nativity in the Old Calendar. Twelfth Night, Theophany, Epiphany yesterday. The Season is ongoing. It is never too late to decide again.
When asked by a reporter something like: "What, in your opinion is
the most important question facing humanity today?" Einstein thought
for a bit then replied, "I think the most important question facing
humanity is, 'Is the universe a friendly place?' This is the first and
most basic question all people must answer for themselves.
Sr. Dilys agrees. Don't miss Andy Garcia's semi-biographical movie about his family in Havana, The Lost City. Beautiful, well-made, romantic, grown-up, inspiring, and heartbreaking, like life.
Don't wait for DVD! And it may not stay long, especially in "Blue" demographic centers.
Austin American Statesman photographs (here by Rodolfo Gonzalez)
are consistently remarkable. This one has been color-and-texture-adjusted
afterwards in the computer by the in-house digital Art-Co for licensed private use; but the perspective, composition, and eloquently evocative subject matter were there from the beginning.
So much good work Adding Value everywhere, serving everyone!
No, not Stockhausen rubbing two cats together. It's the Chapman stick, amplified, somewhere between a guitar and a zither. Here's a video of a Bach performance. And for something else different, an animated Scarlatti score.
Some day Chez Dilys will decamp to a smaller villa somewhere. A Chapman stick, a palm-shaded water feature, and a small beehive. That should keep us busy and contented, musical and sticky and otherwise on our toes.
Trailer (click "trailer"] for beautiful, dialogue-free, Sundance-award film about Carthusians, Into Great Silence, taking as an epigraph I Kings 19:11-13.
Via Amy Wellborn M.M. Kaye, Raj-dwelling Englishwoman who wrote, inter alia, The Far Pavilions, remembers in her autobiography the lost kingdom of places in her Indian childhood where she found pure silence, before automobiles and airplanes, before motorized appliances everywhere man lives or goes. She remembers the small pop of moonflower blossoms opening in the dark.