Just another photo I took on my trip to Arches National Park in Utah. I touched it up a little, along with cropping it in GIMP.
I visited Arches National Park today, I’m planning on posting some of the nicer photos I managed to take, but I’m sitting in a motel room tonight so I’m just posting the most famous arch. Delicate Arch is a bit of hike to see, especially for a fat man like me, but it’s definitely worth it. I touched this up a tad in GIMP, but it’s pretty much as is. Image is 3108×1749, which is 16:9 if you want to use it as a wallpaper. Just set the mode to scale and it should look good — well, as good as the photo is.
There seems to be a meme spreading among the so-called intellectual elite of America, if Malcolm Gladwell and David Brooks count as the intellectual elite, that suffering and failure are actually beneficial. Now look, I don’t deny that a little bit of pain and a little bit of failure can help, but it seems to me that this is mostly a post-hoc rationalization the elite are using to justify not helping those of us that suffer from poverty on a regular basis.
There’s a smirk on my face as I write this, but it seems to me that if we’re going to collectively believe as a society that suffering and failure are good for us as individuals then surely it’s our moral duty as those blessed with unnecessary suffering to inflict a little bit of pain, failure, and suffering on those elites cursed to face so little real suffering.
So I made this picture because I fell in love with this poem after I read it. It says almost perfectly what I feel about spring coming. I hope you enjoy, the image was made with GIMP and is 2560×1440.
The Enkindled Spring
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
I had a thought earlier, I breathe a sigh, do you breathe sighs?, of relief every time I hear about something John McCain is doing. Thank fuck we didn’t elect that crazy warhawk as president. Obama may not be perfect, but at least he’s let the awkward deal with Syria happen and hasn’t tried to send troops into there or anywhere else really.