Is it a labyrinth, or is it a maze?

A labyrinth has a single through-route with twists and turns but without branches.A maze is a confusing pathway that has many branches, choices of path and dead-ends.
A labyrinth is not designed to be difficult to navigate. It may be long but there is only one path (unicursal).A maze is a tour puzzle and can be designed with various levels of difficulty and complexity.
A labyrinth has only one entrance and that is also the exit. There is just one path from the entrance to the center.A maze may have different entry and exit points.
Some labyrinths have a spiritual significance. They signify the complex and long path to reach God.Mazes are used in science experiments to study spatial awareness and (sometimes) intelligence.

Posted at at December 14, 2016 on Wednesday, December 14, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

About That

"It’s about how God continues to reach into the graves we dig for ourselves and pull us out, giving us new life, in ways both dramatic and small."

Nadia Bolz-Weber, "Pastrix"

Posted at at December 06, 2016 on Tuesday, December 6, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:


"Well there's one thing I won't miss about America. All the obligatory holidays I'm forced to attend."

(Josh): "There's a loaded pistol in my backpack if you can't take it anymore."

"Uhhhh if it was my own family I'd probably take you up on that."

(Josh): "By the way this an orgy house. Michelle's dad is gay, he's a bear and they had a 6-person shower custom built for orgies. Hopefully there aren't any dildos laying around today, I don't need my daughter seeing that."

"Theyyyy wha-?" Good god, no wonder I don't faze you or your wife.

They were nice people. Her father and his partner were apparently the kind of high strung bears who'd hyperventilate over a carelessly flicked cigarette ash landing in the wrong direction on the patio if you know what what I mean though.

The best thing about thanksgiving was their 5-year old daughter announcing that "Grandpa's stuffing tastes like penises."

"I'll bet grandpa's stuffing DOES taste like penises."


Posted at at November 25, 2016 on Friday, November 25, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Homeward, onward

I drove from Seattle to Los Angeles and then onward to Austin.

I picked up a couple of Russian hitchhikers in Tucson and they kept me company for the next 1,000 miles or so.

I was a little incredulous at their plans to sleep in a tent out in the desert.

"We are from Russia. And sleeping outside is good for you."

They're on their way to Cuba and then South America via New Orleans and Ft Lauderdale. Any other week I would have taken them the whole way but its a company holiday, I'm off all week, and I have plans for Thanksgiving.

We swapped stories and they told me about working as harvesters out in the marijuana fields out in California and all the strange addicts and miscreants they'd encountered along the way.

"Oh boy, and then you ended up in a car with me."

I'm glad they're experiencing the America that I know and love. ;)

I appreciated having some company because Seattle to Austin is a long, long, long time to be out there alone on a highway and lost in your head.

Their English was decent enough. One of them coined the term "minery," as in a "mine," and this prompted me to come up with ideas like a "minery tour" where you drive a convertible around the back woods of West Virginia and stop at every mine for a coal sample.

That sounds fun. I'd totally do that.

I had a sad, and it was beautiful all the same, when one of the girls sang along to Anna Nalick's "breathe."

I told them that was the album/song I was listening to when I was moving out of Key West.

I'd barbacked at the 801/New Orleans house and one of our DJs (Junior) played the Blake Jarrell remix of that song all the time.

They asked where they could set up a tent and I don't really do that sort of thing, so I took them up on the top of the 360 bridge overlook and I  found them a clearing in the woods. It was pitch black out, and boy aren't they in for a surprise when they wake up to its magnificence.

Posted at at November 23, 2016 on Wednesday, November 23, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

Still out there somewhere

"I got lost out on the road somewhere... 
Was it Texas, or was it in Canada?  
Drinking whiskey in the morning light..."

Posted at at October 27, 2016 on Thursday, October 27, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:

America the Beautiful, the Horrible, the Amazing, the Tragic.

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!


Posted at at October 26, 2016 on Wednesday, October 26, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under:


-written by Jeremy Gloff
-appears on Midnight Blooming (1996)

People are stupid
That’s why I realize
I gotta blow out of this city
Before it blows my life away
My mother’s a dreamer
I inherit her wings
We’re not satisfied
By the simple things at all
When summer’s gone
I’ll be leaving again.

I think back to when I last cried
In my old house
Where you laid by my side sometimes.
Then I realize every time I go
I abandon everything
That I learn to know again
When summer’s gone
I’ll be leaving again

I know lots of good people
With dead-end jobs
Or dead-end dreams
Or dead-end lives
Sucked into their bottles
Sucked up by TV
Stuck in their living rooms
Where they think they’re going

When summer’s gone
I’ll be leaving again
I’m gonna have to change my state of mind
And leave everyone I value behind
I’m changing
And you’re not changing
And I know you can feel it
Cause I can feel it
I know you can feel it too
Yes I can still feel it…

Posted at at October 16, 2016 on Sunday, October 16, 2016 by By razingeden |   | Filed under: