David Given Schwarm

Married, Father, United

Sieve

A coarse sieve catches little.A fine mesh catches more.If you want the subtle, be refined,But prepare to deal with the coarse. The irony of spiritual living is that you become more sensitive and more subtle. Therefore, you become intolerant of the coarse. There is not much choice in this. If you want to catch the…
China Town

I am basically eating at china town once a week now – and it is good. I have been focusing on either the Tofu special or vegetable mushu. the tofu special is in a brown sauce and is way to much to eat for one person. the mushu is absolutley the best in orange county…
New Pope

Jack wrote a letter to the pope yesterday. He asked him which hand he used, what his favorite star wars character is, and which is his favorite star wars movie (and which one he likes even more then that!).
Sin City

I saw this based on Louis’s recommendation – that and the fact that I almost always like comic book movies. The dialog ruled, the feel of the film was awesome, but the violence really disturbed me – something that does not happen in movies that often these days. Some of the mad cap crazy stuff…
Angels vs Mariners

Jack, Kate and I went to the Angels game yesterday & it ruled. The Angels lost, but it did not matter since we did not see much of the game – we did have icee’s, corn on the cob, popcorn, cracker jacks, bought rally monkeys & t-shirts and just had a great time. We even…
weight of water

The fact that the pressure of water is exactly proportional to its height has always struck me as very very odd. And I am not sure why – I mean it makes exact sense, but still seems counter intuitive when one thinks of dams, surf, and other large bodies of water. The sheer volume of…
Grateful Dead – "Days Between"

There were daysThere were daysThere were days I knowWhen all we ever wantedWas to learn and love and growOnce we grew into our shoesWe told them where to goWalked halfway around the worldOn promise of the glowStood upon a mountain topWalked barefoot in the snowWe gave the best we had to giveHow much we’ll never…
William Wordsworth – "The Prelude"

Blilss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!
Omphaloskepsis

contemplation of one’s navel
Henry Miller – Tropic of Cancer

I was permitted to hear an incredible music…I heard teh gestation of the new wrold…the sound of stars grinding and chafing, of fountains clotted with blazing gems…Music is planetary fire, and irreducible which is all sufficient; it is the slate-writing of the gods.