Archive for the Category ◊ Meditations ◊

16 Jul 2009 Leaving the Shire, Mr. Frodo

As I write this, we’re sitting in the airplane at Heathrow, about to take off for the US.  For home and the end of a wild, wonderful, eye-opening, strange, and sometimes stressful year. more…

04 Apr 2009 Jesus’s beard and other mysteries
 |  Category: Meditations, Museums  | 9 Comments

Why does Jesus have shoulder-length, brown wavy hair and a beard?

One of my personal favorite bits of touristing is doing the museum tour, and there’s plenty to choose from in Europe.  The grand cities have some of the greatest art musuems of the world, collecting over a millennium of masterpieces (mostly from Europe and North America, granted, but also some from further afield).  In our time here, Susan and I have been privileged to explore the Prado, Reina Sophia, Thyssen, Louvre, d’Orsay, National Gallery, and Victoria and Albert.  And that’s not counting other art museums that we’ve seen on other occasions or the vast amounts of art accumulated in palaces, cathedrals, churches, mansions, and random other tourist destinations.  It brings alive all those dusty memories of art movements that (for me) date back to high school, making them vivid and setting them in context.  Still, with all of this art trekking, we’ve noticed a few other features that aren’t mentioned quite so often. more…

06 Mar 2009 Chip shop with an identity problem

Here’s a photo of a takeout shop just down the street from us in London: more…

04 Jan 2009 A cup ‘o kindness
 |  Category: Meditations, People, Random fun  | One Comment

New Year’s Eve for us was a whirlwind of chaos and impressions, but many of those impressions are good ones and we will have memories to treasure for years.

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07 Dec 2008 Travel maunderings
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I am sitting in a B&B room, far from any place I could legitimately call “home”, writing this through the bleariness of jet lag and general travel fatigue as I wait for a dose of melatonin to kick in and send me off to dreamland in this time zone.  I listen to the rain of the Vancouver night drum down on the Queen Anne shingles and to the anonymous cars passing in the chill winter night, and my mind randomly wanders randomly… more…