The Old English word “wyrd” is often celebrated by English Literature nerds and is a very specific word with a very specific meaning roughly translated to “fate”. It is more useful to understand it in terms of stories: It is used for example in the Old English Elegy The Wanderer,
The Archaic Torso of Apollo We could not know his huge and noble head With eyes grown apple-ripe. Yet even so, His torso glows with a candelabrum’s glow Wherein his gaze, though only faintly fed, Is held and gleams. Or else that bulging breast Could never blind you, nor
I used to live in a gated apartment in Los Angeles, near the LAX airport. There were all sorts living there; We had a group of Irish stewardesses who loved to party, for example. They would rage for three days with all the neighbors then head off to man a
“…underneath this reality in which we live and have our being, another and altogether different reality lies concealed, and that therefore it is also an appearance… occasionally regarding men and things as mere phantoms and dream-pictures…” (Nietzsche, Birth of Tragedy 1) Nietzsche proposes a barbaric, contrarian mentality to counterbalance ideas
Today I’m at “Tiệm Cà Phê Sài Gòn Xưa” - an old cafe in Saigon. When in a new culture, I find it takes awhile to “find one’s footing” in a new place. You need to figure out not just where you are, but how to orient yourself.
I once saw a post on a blog by a man with a picture of himself sitting on a fence, wearing a pair of Wrangler’s. He now wore premium, Japanese selvedge - the photograph was a throwback to his younger days. You could see a young, fit, good looking