Together
Click here to view an interactive art exhibit of Emily Leonard’s Together.
The Forest Underneath
Click here to open Brian Jobe’s Forest Underneath exhibit.
Who Killed Progress?
Review: Who Killed the Electric Car? Directed by Chris Paine. Sony Pictures, 2006. 92 minutes. “In the end, the fight for the electric car was a fight for the future.” This all-encompassing statement, given three-quarters of the way through Who Killed the Electric Car?, reveals the heart of the matter, the kernel of the film: the electric car […]
Wasps and Hostile Takeovers
“If you want anything, you’d better get down there now. By tonight everything will be gone. Leroy’s bringing his boys and a dumpster and they’re going to clean the whole place out.” Three days before my father alerted me to the impending blitzkrieg that would soon descend upon my grandmother’s house, Sandy and Chris (my aunt and […]
Following Žižek to the End, or The Pleasures (and Perils) of Metaphysical Suicide
Review: Žižek! Directed by Astra Taylor. Zeitgeist, 2005. 71 minutes. The Parallax View. By Slavoj Žižek. Cambridge: MIT Press, 2006. 434 pp. Slavoj Žižek should make everyone very, very uncomfortable. The irony of the situation is, he doesn’t. Indeed, Žižek, a large, bearded beast of a man, who talks incessantly, particularly when he is under the eye of […]
A Liturgy for Earth Day
This liturgy was written by parishioners in the Ecology-Spirituality Group at Saint Mark’s Cathedral in Seattle for Earth Day.
‘All Things Counter, Original, Spare, Strange…’
In a well-known Taoist story, retold from Chuang Tzu by N. Kathleen Hayles in her book Chaos and Order, “Shu (Brief) and Hu (Sudden) go to visit Hun-dun (Chaos), who graciously offers them his hospitality. Observing that Hun-dun lacks the seven openings through which men see, hear, eat, and breathe, Shu and Hu determine to create […]
Passage
The Storyteller sat at the stern, usurped the silent figurehead, addressed expectant oarsmen, spoke words that dropped like cascades through a canyon, like light across a ledge, like the silent sinking of skipping stones; told honest tales of half-deceptions— the easy-forwards, the frictive backstrokes of the drifting way; told of the flowing ebb of changing […]
Silliman Creek
The way the water glides down open paths of granite into deeps of afternoon, the way it gutters a throaty roar, clearing its mouth of a thousand stones. That is the way we all might go, cutting loose from the tarns of our magnificent placidity and speaking ourselves over the smoothness of the lip where […]