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Lucky
The moon is pure light. The way light is supposed to be. The way the Great Spirit intended. The sun has it's purpose, but it's usually too bright to stare at. And lightbulbs... well... we made those. Bulbs are our best effort at taking something ethereal and making it functional. But the moon-- it's a perfect light, and when we find it in the sky, we're allowed to stare, and bask, and feel lucky that the planet is turned just right at that moment so we see, we feel, we know light the way it was intended.
Posted by: Robin on Nov 30, 06 | 11:22 am
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The moon is nothing more then material. Somehow it finds a way to comfort us. As we sit outside, wrapped in the arms of a lover, gazing at the dark night sky, we find ourselves in distress; the moon is not there? Where is it? Is the neighboors house blocking it? Is the world over? We tear apart our minds to find an awnswer, when we realize that it is there. Looking down on us as always, the moon; sometimes circular, most of the time cresent shaped, glowing object that we find comfort in. It is there, just as always, and it will always be there. Like an old memory, that we absorb ourselves in it, yet convince ourselves it has no important to us.
The moon is nothing, yet everything.
Posted by: Adrienne Cafe on Sep 03, 06 | 10:08 am
Moon
"I know I shouldn't be calling you this late. I'm really sorry. The time of night when the roosters haven't even started crowing. When this pitiful moon is hanging there in a corner of the eastern sky like a used-up kidney. But think of me--I had to trudge out in the pitch dark all the way over here. With this telephone card I got as a present at my cousin's wedding clutched in my hand. With a photo on it of the happy couple holding hands. Can you imagine how depressing that is? My socks don't even match, for gosh sake. One has a picture of Mickey Mouse; the other's plain wool. My room's a complete disaster area; I can't find anything. I don't want to say this too loudly, but you wouldn't believe how awful my underpants are. I doubt that even one of those pantie thieves would touch them. If some pervert killed me, I'd never live it down. I'm not asking for sympathy, but it would be nice if you could give me a bit more in the way of a response. Other than those cold interjections of yours--ohs and ums. How about a conjunction? A conjunction would be nice. A yet or a but."
"However," I said. I was exhausted and felt like I was still in the middle of a dream.
"'However,'" she repeated. "OK, I can live with that. One small step for man. One very small step, however."
--from Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
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The Chicago, Boston and San Francisco installments of the Lost and Found Project are now complete. 150 books were "intentionally left" around each city by a team of 20 friends/Book Hiding Specialists. They left them in places like the freezer at grocery store, shelf at Blockbuster, in the arms of a statue. Quite a few people wrote in to share their (often serendipitous) story of where & when they found the book. Filmmaker Steve Delahoyde documented the hiding of the first batch of Chicago books in this two-minute short film.
Did you find this book?
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All illustrations by Jeffrey Middleton