A little bird come sit upon my window sill
Sat there through the fog and rain
As I watched that bird upon my window sill
Song with thoughts of you goin’ by again
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
Too young to know this world outside our door
Now the miles of time have built a wall my love
And though I try I just can’t tear it down
For I said that love takes many shapes, it has no form
Has no boundaries, has no grips to hold
The time will take the foolish hand and twist a tinge of pain
Make the heart look old with eyes grown cold
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
I have no regrets about the past, there’s nothing I can change
Life’s a road you walk just one-way down
But looking back I do recall that frame of time
When the world was love and time was just a thought
Many things go many ways, your course of life is such
We all must pick that road of life to walk
And each gives off old memories like hand-notes in a log
Where the world is time and that love is just a thought
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
As my thoughts go tumbling back, I wonder how you look
I wonder if you’ve seen that little bird
I wonder if he’s sat upon your window sill
I wonder if you’ll ever hear these words
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
I know, it’s a loaded title, but at some point you just have to admit that Cheney is the kind of guy who doesn’t understand that if he keeps saying “it was the other guy’s fault” that eventually the proverbial finger comes around and is pointing right at him.
I’ve written about this on Schneier’s blog numerous times, and I hope everyone remembers that Cheney was the primary reason that the Bush Administration ignored the intelligence warnings about al Qaeda before 9/11. There was no shortage of information, as Cheney would like to suggest. Quite the opposite, Bush said during his campaign that he would deal with those responsible for the USS Cole bombing if he were elected…and yet when the information clearly pointed to al Qaeda in February 2001, who decided that the CIA had better things to do than worry about terrorists? And when Clarke recommended a roll-back strategy and a very targeted attack on al Qaeda training camps in February 2001, who wasn’t willing to take decisive action?
Vice President Dick Cheney on Wednesday strongly defended a secret domestic eavesdropping operation and said that had it been in place before the September 11 attacks the Pentagon might have been spared
Does he really expect us to believe that if the President could have used domestic wire-taps that they would have been better prepared for 9/11? Please.
Not only did they have the information necessary, but the 9/11 report itself said that the mistake was clearly NOT from a lack of intelligence, it was from a lack of coordination and leadership. Remember how Bush and Cheney ignored the Hart-Rudman recommendations, how Lynne Cheney resigned from the Hart-Rudman commission, how the FBI admitted that they had sufficient information but were procedurally constrained and under-trained? History will show that Cheney was no better than Mugabe, wrapping himself in the flag and claiming that he is protecting us from ourselves. Bush and Cheney fail to realize that it is their antiquated cold-war approach to a new era of geopolitical challenges that is damaging their country. The sooner he steps down from office, the sooner America can regain its strength.
Happy Duan Wu Festival day! Also known as the Dragon Boat Festival this Chinese holiday commemorates the death of Qu Yuan (340-278 BC), a poet from the kingdom of Chu (楚) during the Warring States Period.
May Dragon Boat Festival Print, Taipei National Palace Museum
It is celebrated each year on the fifth day of the fifth month (in the Chinese lunar calendar).
Perhaps the most interesting moral of the Duan Wu story is that the lack of accountability and integrity in leadership can lead a great state into total disaster.
Some might say the moral of the story has to do with loyalty, but that just begs the question of loyalty to what or who?
Once upon a time there was a minister named Qu Yuan from Chu who was known and respected for his family nobility and his great political loyalty to the kingdom through truth. Some might even say he was something of a whistleblower.
He was very determined to maintain Chu’s sovereignty and he advocated for an alliance with other kingdoms to ward off the threat from the powerful state of Qin. The king, however, banished the truth-talking Qu Yuan at the behest of other corrupt and jealous ministers (you might say they called themselves the “patriots” to use today’s political parlance).
Qu Yuan then returned to his home town where he traveled the countryside and collected stories. This effort became a source of some of the most well regarded poetry in Chinese literature, known as Chu Chi, as Qu Yuan expressed love and devotion to his state and concern for its future.
Perhaps the best known poem is “Lament for Ying” when Qu Yuan expresses his sadness over the capture of Chu’s capital city, Ying, by General Bai Qi from the state of Qin.
Soon after he wrote his lament, Qu Yuan went to the river Miluo to kill himself in protest of the corruption in government that led to the decline and fall of the state of Chu. People gathered to try and save the poet, but to no avail.
To this day there are celebrations and recognition in China to remember a man who put the “public concern” above his own welfare and who stood for integrity and against the corrupt leaders who sacrificed the future of their country for a false sense of pride and/or to line their own pockets.
Sound familiar?
As a famous US President once said (repeating the phrase of a French dressmaker), there is nothing new to this world, just history we have not yet read:
Il n’y a de nouveau que ce qui est oublié.
山鬼 屈原
The Mountain Spirit
若有人兮山之阿
There seems to be someone deep in the mountain,
被薜荔兮带女萝
Clad in creeping vine and girded with ivy,
既含睇兮又宜笑
With a charming look and a becoming smile.
子慕予兮善窈宨
“Do you admire me for my lovely form?”
乘赤豹兮从文狸
She rides a red leopard — striped lynxes following her
辛夷车兮结桂旗
Her chariot of magnolia arrayed with banners of cassia,
被石兰兮带杜衡
Her cloak made of orchids and her girdle of azalea,
折芳馨兮遗所思
Calling sweet flowers for those dear in her heart.
余处幽篁兮终不见天
I live isolated in a bamboo grove, the sky unseen;
路险难兮独后来
The road hither is steep and dangerous.
表独立兮山之上
Alone I stand on the mountain top
云容容兮而在下
While the clouds gather beneath me.
杳冥冥兮羌昼晦
All gloomy and dark is the day;
东风飘兮神灵雨
The east wind blows and god sends rain down.
留灵修兮憺忘归
Waiting for the divine one, I forget to go home.
岁即晏兮孰华予
“It is late in the year. Who will now reward me?”
采三秀兮于山間
I pluck the larkspur on the mountain side,
石磊磊兮葛蔓蔓
The rocks are craggy; and the vines tangled.
怨公子兮怅忘归
Complaining of the young lord, I forget to go home.
君思我兮不得闲
“You, my lord, are thinking of me; but you have no time.”
山中人兮芳杜若
The woman in the mountain, fragrant with sweet herb,
饮石泉兮阴松柏
Drinks from the rocky spring, shaded by pines and firs.
君思我兮然疑作
“You, my lord, are thinking of me, but then you hesitate.”
雷填填兮雨冥冥
The thunder rumbles and the rain darkens;
猨啾啾兮又夜鸣
The gibbons mourn, howling all the night;
风飒飒兮木萧萧
The wind whistles and the trees are bare.
思公子兮徒离忧
“I am thinking of the young lord; I sorrow in vain.”
Imagine walking along one day along a barren hill in Peru and stumbling upon 10-metre high pyramid. What would you think?
A) A perfect setting for an Indiana Jones themepark. Time to call someone in Hollywood.
B) What a fine reference for aerial surveillance and counterinsurgency efforts. Whisper a secret prayer/signal softly into the crack between the stones and wait for reinforcements.
C) Wow, those ancient Peruvians sure had big clocks. Stand back in awe, hands raised.
D) What a waste of stone. Walls or a house would have been a better choice, since nobody seems to have survived because of the pyramid.
If you chose C, you would have made a fine priest 4,000 years ago, according to the Sunday Times:
The oldest astronomical observatory in the Americas, it told farmers exactly when to sow their crops. Its discovery has provided startling clues to the way in which early man learnt to cultivate his fields.
“I was staring up at a statue on a ridge above the temple and realised it all aligned with the stars — it was an amazing moment,� the bearded scientist said last week.
“This alignment meant that at dawn at every winter solstice 4,200 years ago, key stars would appear in line with the temple and alert priests that river flooding was due and it was time to start planting crops. It was laid out as a wake-up call to the community.�
Bearded? Anyone else wonder what that has to do with anything?
I like the concept of priests as people who advance scientific knowledge and push the use of technology for “better” living. I also like the story about how police managed to recover a stolen Bronze Age relic, which eventually enabled a modern astronomer to decipher its meaning:
Since police tracked down the thieves in Switzerland in 2002, archaeologists and astronomers have been trying to puzzle out the disc’s function. Ralph Hansen, an astronomer in Hamburg, found that the disc was an attempt to co-ordinate the solar and lunar calendars. It was almost certainly a highly accurate timekeeper that told Bronze Age Man when to plant seeds and when to make trades, giving him an almost modern sense of time.
Wikipedia has an interesting review of how the relic was recovered and whether it is genuine.
