Six Weeks and an EternityHe’s going to finish his degree. In six weeks, he’s going to have his final recital and jury. No more touchy Yamaha in a tiny practice room, no more living off Mr Noodle and too-little sleep. In six weeks, he’s not going to be Malorie-Miles’-promising-student. In six weeks, he’s going to be Arthur-Fucking-Goldberg-Like-The-Variations, capitals and profanity present and necessary. Because in six weeks he’s going to perform in front of half the conservatorium. In six weeks, he’s going to be handed offers left and right. He’s going to hammer Mendelssohn, nail Haydn, flawlessly execute Schubert, turn Rachmaninoff from beautiful sound to liquid gold for the ears and effortlessly make Mozart something worth playing. Six weeks.
Mozart hadn’t been his idea, of course. It had been Mal’s.
“Arthur, mon beau, you will play Mozart for your recital.” He recalls the conversation clearly.
“Mal, I’m not going to
The BreadmakerEdith knelt before the bread ovens, pushing limp, sweat-soaked hair back from her forehead to better look through the tiny window at the tiger loaves cracking in the heat. She heard Flavia scolding another cook for burning a loaf, her usually kind voice cracking out under the stress of the incoming orders. Every time the far steel door opened to release the loaves, Edith caught the sound of loud voices and something too happy to exist in her world.
France was celebrating. What, Edith knew not, but that they were was obvious. She imagined the wine connoisseurs were having and even worse time of it. She’d worked in (been sold into) the wine trade once, but they soon found her to be all but useless as a connoisseur, as unable to read the swirling script on the bottles as she was to read the unadorned black letters Flavia read out to the cooks.
The loaves were done. Smoothly, Edit pulled open the oven, feeling the hairs on her arms all but curl from the heat before she managed to rem
The Penrose Girl and the Caspian SeaThe fire licks at her body and he wants to scream, because she can’t. Not anymore. His hands are held loosely in his pockets, one turning a red poker chip over and over. She’d been a gambler, he remembers. Of course he remembers. It was how they’d met. She was a terrible gambler. She made a living from spinning lies, but couldn’t hold a poker face for shit.
A tiny, fond smile pulls at a corner of his mouth as the rest of his face is swallowed with melancholy. His Penrose Girl.
She’d never liked fire, but cremation had been her idea. She loved he sea, but was scared of the creatures in it. A woman of paradoxes. He loves her for it.
A switch is flicked and the flames die away. She is gone. Nothing but ash is left. He wonders numbly how it can happen like that. She was there, but now she’s not. It’s a sudden thing and it makes his old hands tremble as they clutch his walking stick.
Later, when standing on the beach near their home, he wonders when
They Have to be WrongAudio: http://pmcde7.tumblr.com/post/100300139659/they-have-to-be-wrong-by-paulette-mcde-music
They Have to be Wrong
By Paulette McDe
Music: Olafur Arnalds - 3055
Inspired by: Shane Koyczan’s ‘To This Day’
Do you ever take a moment and just
To hear the air flowing smoothly down your throat, feel the quickening of your heart as you exhale. Inhale. Exhale. And each breath is a moment to be proud of. A success. Because you did it. You beat them again, proved them wrong. Everyone who ever cut you down or made you hurt. Made you cry. Made you bleed. Made you hate every moment that beautiful muscle beating in your chest continued to carry on, seemingly unhearing of their cruel words. But it hears. Of course it does.
It hears and feels a thousand tiny cuts break across its walls, each insult sinking deeper, wearing down the defences and it knows it’s only a matter of time before they cut through. Before the hairline fr
EnigmaThe mathematician breathed. He wouldn’t have called a deep breath, because it wasn’t one. But he made a conscious effort to draw the air into his lungs, imagining it swirling, drifting across his bronchioles before he let it flood out, releasing it back to the world. Why? Because he was human. He was flesh and blood and bone. He wasn’t extremely strong, though his was adequately fit. He was intelligent – he had to be, for his profession. But he was still human. Just human. Why should he be cursed to carry every drifting life in this damned war? Why should one man be burdened with saving them? He was only human. But he was getting ahead of himself. The politician sitting sternly across the large, wooden desk from him hadn’t posed the question. Or, come to think of it, the subsequent threat. He was sure the two would go hand-in-hand.
“Do you know how many have died because of Enigma, Mr Turing?” He had a cold, closed-off face. He didn’t car
The Mercy of God to Our Enemies
There is little doubt that the majority of us have looked upon the violence of the Middle East with sadness, disgust, or anger. Our brothers are being slaughtered and the poor and oppressed, which includes everyone and not just Christians, suffer doubly from the violence coming from both sides.
It has been a subject of intense prayer for me. I oscillate between desiring the destruction of our enemies for the sake of our brethren (cf., for example, Ps 18) and between praying for mercy upon our enemies.
I find it simple to see Christ on the cross saying "Forgive them for they know not what they do" (Lk 23:34) and say, "Of course, Christ did that because he's the Lord." Yet the very same prayer we pray every day commands us to "forgive those who have trespassed against us." I asked myself, in my heart, "Do I forgive them?" For indeed we are forgiven in the measure we forgive.
I became troubled that I could not formulate a concrete answer. I prayed as to whether I was so lacking in mercy a
Valentine's day A day to celebrate Love and Friendship.
Love that respects God and human being.
A friendship that understands human frailty and strives to live by purity.
Love and Friendship that grows in union with God.
Single's Dating AdviceI am baffled by the expectations women of youth have on dating in this day and age. Take advice from me who over the past four years has had eleven "boyfriends" IT ISN"T WORTH YOUR TIME.
Besides there are others, many others, than just me who want you to hear this out.
Also with rape and sexual abuse in young couple on the rise, teenage pregnancy shooting through the roof and depression after breakups I don't see how one would ever think this to be appealing. Of course I am one to talk, having that fairy tale belief that I'd find a man who'd love me forever when I had barely stood straight in high school.
I am here to reach out and give advice to single women ages 13-20 on why dating is a good thing but don't go overboard with it.
1.) You WILL NOT find the "perfect" man on the first date.
Explanation: Trust me, those miracle stories about people being high school sweethearts and marrying most likely happened after they broke up. Life does get in the way; priorities have to come in orde
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So You Think Being An Atheist Is Cool? Part 1
We often hear people say that science disputes religion. That science is to Evolution as The Bible is to Religion. The fact of this matter is that that is terribly wrong. We are just so uneducated in such areas that we automatically believe what these supposed great minds say. Allow me to explain:
First and foremost, science itself came into being by Christians. It was developed by European Christians who thought that God had created an orderly universe. If it was anything else, we shouldn't expect order within nature, like if it was just a random set of events that brought everything to be the way it is today.
Secondly, science itself means KNOWLEDGE.
:the state of knowing
Therefore, as long as you have correct knowledge on a subject, it can be considered a science. According to a wide variety of the scientific community, it is believed that science is the systematic method of gaining knowledge about the universe by acc
Luciferian identity and syncretism
Although reviled by christians, in Christianity's context, "Lucifer" does not exist. An identity known as "Ha-Satan" is known in judeo-christian lore and the Bible, sure, but at no point is it ever connected with Lucifer.
In the context of the Bible, "Lucifer" is a title. It means "light bearer" (from the latin lux/lucem, light, and ferre, "to bear, to carry, to wield"), and it is a translation of "helel", "brightness". It is consistently applied to Venus, the Morning Star, whose as Eosphorus, the "dawn bringer", is of enormous relevance. Indeed, Venus receives more attention as a vessel of light than the Sun itself.
Ironically, "Lucifer" is applied often to Jesus (specially in later parts of the New Testament) in his role as a symbol of Venus. The idea that Lucifer is an epiphet of Satan only occured due to a single part of the Old Testament, Isaiah 14. Here, we have the narrot insulting "Lucifer", claiming him/it to be the son of morning and of sawn, cast
The Parent of Self: Are Children Born For Us?It is interesting, discovering the reason behind the apathy some people have about having kids, and their confusion as to why the Church sees raising children (whether you have one or twenty, biological or adopted) as an obligation for married couples. Now, I'm not talking about the people who think kids are the scum of the earth, or that somehow having a baby will end their precious little lives. Those people are so obviously self-centered and blinded by mainstream society that even some of the more liberal and secular folk can agree that their view on the youngest of humanity is slated.
Instead, I am speaking of those who don't have anything against kids: they simply don't see how having kids will "better" their lives, or how having kids will do anything for them in particular. They may say they never had a desire for children, even though they love their nieces and nephews. Or perhaps they don't have a "need" to "experience" parenthood, as they are perfectly
Life Changing I use to suffer from depression, insomuch that I went through an emo stage and would wear nothing other then black and white. Also I was living with family I could not tolerate and people seemed to constantly be pushing my buttons. I would get a temporary fix by blaring up my music and screamo-ing along with it lol (Which I have put behind me), but that was only a moments release. I was always bullied in school, the odd ball, the short runt, four eyes, so I had allot of anger inside of me. I would find myself punch trees until my knuckles bled but it was only a temporary fix.
Now this may be where I lose you but I am honest and I will tell you what transformed me. I found myself hungry for something more, I felt incomplete and I began to starve for knowledge and wisdom. One night while out in my camper (which I lived in on my Dads property for a short time) I began to search on the internet for words of wisdom. At this time I was also studying the law of attr