The King of Pop Park Place Log

my idea of magic doesn't have much to do with stage tricks and illusions.  the whole world abounds in magic.  when i see the clouds whisked away from a snow-capped peak, i feel like shouting, "bravo!"  nature, the best of all magicians, has delivered another thrill.  ...  every time the sun rises, nature is repeating one command: "behold!"  her magic is infinitely lavish, and in return all we have to do is appreciate it.


what we need to learn from children isn't childish.  being with them connects us to the deep wisdom of life, which is ever-present and only asks to be lived.  their natural wisdom points the way to solutions that lie, waiting to be recognized, within our own hearts.


love is a funny thing to describe.  it's like a bar of soap in the bathtub - you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.  [mind you,] holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly.  let it fly when it wants.  when it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new.


it's easy to mistake [being] innocent for being simpleminded or naive.  yet there is truth in innocence.  a baby looks in his mother's eyes, and all he sees is love.  as innocence fades away, more complicated things take its place.  then life turns into a struggle [and] you miss the freshness and magic of the moment.  learn to be innocent again and that freshness never fades.


do you feel your music?  children do, but once we grow up, life becomes a burden and a chore, and the music grows fainter.  sometimes the heart is so heavy that we turn away from it and forget that its throbbing is the wisest message of life.


it's curious what takes courage and what doesn't.  when i step out on stage in front of thousands of people, i don't feel that i'm being brave.  it can take much more courage to express true feelings to one person.  that takes real courage: the courage to be intimate.  when you have the courage to be intimate, you know who you are, and you're willing to let others see that.  the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to self-discovery.  it offers what we all want: the promise of love.

The Delicious Irony Park Place Log

three stanley aren't as sweet as six vince lombardi, but it's not too shabby.  now all we need is for the pirates to remember how it's done.


do you realize you're breaking every rule of the geneva convention?
    when did we ever worry about the swiss?
    — the a-team (the say uncle affair)


seriously?  you thought i was asking you if that shadow was from those trees?  in what world is that an acceptable question for anyone over the age of six?


you lack charm.
    i'm sure i'm extremely sorry, sir.
    — happy go lucky


there are one hundred sixty-eight hours in a week.  how about you spend the one dedicated to the divine liturgy actually focussed on the divine liturgy instead of praying the rosary?


here in atlantis we try to subjugate nature to our own [cause].
    i am satisfied with nature as it is: savage and gentle at the same time; cruel and yet generous.
    — hercules and the captive women


obsolete technology makes me as sad as the next person, but garage sale-ers don't want your film cameras any more than they want your diskettes.

The Hyperbolic Paraboloid Park Place Log

here's the scenario: your baby is crying like a banshee in church.  if you can't take him outside and tag team him, you have to at least take him to the vestibule.


we've done it before; we'll do it again.  we'll manage 'em.
    you have a strategem?
it's as old as the kingdom; i know it by rote.  to escape their wrath: scape the goat.
    — the pied piper of hamelin


someone needs to tell the aldi head honchos that there should be two rows of chocolate soy milk in those boxes, because they *always* run out before the regular and vanilla.


pain is just weakness leaving the body.
    — i heard it on tv, but apparently it's on t-shirts


speaking of aldi, what's with the banana split ice cream sandwiches that usually don't taste like banana?  i smell class action lawsuit...


you so-called atheists - always feel so compelled to stretch your Godlessness.
    — angel and the badman


oh, and if it was simply a matter of surviving, lou diamond phillips would win.