Author: B
Hell is Other People, and So is Heaven
Last Sunday’s message on Hell at reminded me of C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce (wherein, spoiler alert: hell wasn’t so much a fiery furnace, but people who continue shrinking into their gnarled, crooked selves –– a consuming narcissism that can go on forever), and a sentence I’ve heard that goes, “Hell is other people.”
On Being Home
“I’ve been searching for years for the ideal place. And I’ve come to the realization that the only way to find it is to be it.” – Alan Watts
This Grey Box
The Pang
I want a dog.
On Coming Home
The ticking clock is the only sound in the house. It’s cold. I put on some socks. The gingko trees are turning gold outside, and this makes me happy. Autumn makes me very happy.
Antarctica
Deep breaths
Words: Seth Godin
Merely looking at something almost never causes change. Tourism is fun, but rarely transformative. If it was easy, you would have already achieved the change you seek. Change comes from new habits, from acting as if, from experiencing the inevitable discomfort of becoming.
Rae Earl and Mindy: A Review on Two Shows
Lately I’ve been catching up on My Mad Fat Diary and The Mindy Project. Aside from the coming-of-age entertainment (for the former) (and I suppose the latter as well, because even people in their thirties are still coming of age in many ways), and the banter that I look forward to at the end of each day, the two shows offer more than the laughter I hoped they would. This much shows aren’t needed to distract me from my post grad school interview nerves, but I can almost never resist a peek into the lives and minds of interesting characters. Be warned: Spoiler alert.
Let Them Eat Cake
A poem.
How We Are Hungry 