From Blogizdat LJ:
Throughout the ages there have been ecstatic movements that have embraced one form of glossolalia or other, the private or collective experience of speaking in tongues, utterances that are not of one's own, usually attributed to and employed in the worship of some deity.
And even though I've never participated in true glossolalia, since I was a young lad I found that song lyrics at times expressed my thoughts and feelings better than I ever could, that I could close my eyes and use the words of others to take me to a different place, frothing with images and memories, capturing the essence of my deepest fears and dreams, my wistful hopes, and my aching longings.
Anyway, I'm putting down a few lyrics that have been running in my head the past week or three, some that make me think, some that make me shudder, some that make me smile, some that make me tear up - and some that just make me want to sing along - My Own Pretty Glossolalia Machine, 5.0.
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 1.0 here
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 2.0 here
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 3.0 here
Pretty Glossolalia Machine 4.0 here
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The leaves are turning colors and tumbling off the trees into the gutters of my house, which means I am going to have to get out the ladder and do the somewhat-onerous task of cleaning them out, or run the risk of serious drain clogging when it rains - but the sad part is that it'll only have to be done yet again before the snow flies - meh
"There was even going to be a party for you. A big party that all your friends were invited to. I invited your best friend the companion cube. Of course, he couldn't come because you murdered him. All your other friends couldn't come either because you don't have any other friends. Because of how unlikable you are. It says so right here in your personnel file: Unlikable. Liked by no one. A bitter, unlikable loner whose passing shall not be mourned. 'Shall not be mourned.' That's exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official. It also says you were adopted. So that's funny, too."
GLaDOS - Portal
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Photos by Ben RitterI was recently asked by our global editor to track down a burqa for a music video we were planning to shoot, I guess because I'm the fashion editor. I didn’t know a thing about Islamic clothing—or that you can’t just go to the burqa shop and get one. Turns out it's a giant pain in the ass. But I did find the one I wanted, eventually.As I scrolled through countless websites looking for hijabs, niqabs, khimars, abayas, jilbabs, and other religious-tinged garments, I began to notice that no one has anything positive to say about any of them. Nearly every news story I’ve ever read with the word burqa in it labels the garments as oppressive to women, and the only articles I found by females who’d actually worn them had been written about their experiences walking the streets of Muslim countries.