How is it? How is it?
The moths flutter.
The light of how it is.
How it is
The half-shut shade,
Sun cut line
Over the bed,
The remedy perched
Among the unraveled.
The culvert of words,
The magic of
The story + the midnight,
Each wave darker
+ brighter than yesterday
But that is many miles
Many shifts + eclipses +
Comet’s tails shrieking
Past the moon
+ dome of sky.
So long to wait
+ still it is never
Can this be true:
Urban Meyer to Make $40 million Over Seven Years to Coach Ohio State
An Orlando TV station has furthered the Urban Meyer to Ohio State story. Whether Local 6′s sports director, David Pingalore, is credible is in question, but this story has gone from simmering to full-burn. Here’s what Local 6 in Orlando is reporting: Sources told Local 6 that former University of Florida head coach Urban Meyer has agreed in principle to become the next head coach of Ohio State University, and will be introduced in the coming days. According to Sports Director David Pingalore’s sources, Meyer has agreed to a seven-year, $40 million deal. Urban will reportedly make $5.71 million per year, making him the highest paid coach in college football.
Are you kidding me?
If it is true, our entire country should collective hang our heads in shame. It seems to me to be proof of everything that we have backwards in our nation. That figure, if confirmed, is obscene. In fact, even if the number was mis-reported…say someone forgot to put the decimal point in and it should be 4.7 million. Even then, the figure is obscene. How can it possibly be justified? It can’t. No one who isn’t saving lives or feeding the hungry deserves that sort of payday. But we accept ridiculous sports salaries as part of our culture. No wonder we are doomed. Yes, I said doomed. If this is our “norm,” then I don’t see how we aren’t doomed. Good luck future generations. You’re going to need it.
A calm, logical voice in the midst of pepper spray and batons. Here is a man that seems to understand the larger problem and propose a solution in about three minutes.
I’ve been absent from my blog for about a week now, but not because I’ve been lazy, because I’ve been busy preparing for the End.
A very interesting project… that I’m a part of. A different person from a different place writing about a specific day of the year in no more than 365 words. My day is coming soon. April 18th. Each day is a fascinating, personal account. Check it out… http://the3six5.posterous.com/
Today, I saw this terrifying footage of the tsunami in Japan:
There really isn’t much to say after watching that water. What could one do? Nothing, I suspect, but get out of the way best as one can.
I’ve donated money. But that doesn’t seem like enough.
I’ve prayed. But that seems inadequate.
In the background of the video, people are driving. In fact, in a lot of the videos I’ve seen, people are driving and walking above the water. Taking their kids to school or to the dentist. Going to get a mortgage application. Enjoying a date, a good song on the radio. Scary how quickly it gets washed away.
In another video, the cameraman and his friends are laughing, but I’m sure they don’t think it’s funny. What else is there to do in that moment? It’s too immediate for grief and the sense of loss will only come once the water has receded and it’s too magnificent not to watch. I think they were laughing in self-defense. That’s our planet happening right there, they seem to be saying, love it or leave it. It’s awful to watch, but it’s necessary, too. Necessary to know that we can be swatted away like flies.
The very frailty of our civilization makes it worth protecting.
The very brevity of our time makes our time valuable.
All thoughts and prayers and energies and goodness to the people of Japan.