tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79772055553085758542024-03-13T05:14:58.079-07:00Chairth MusingsChristian Airthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04295244971527478724noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977205555308575854.post-87251767139896449022010-06-17T09:51:00.000-07:002010-06-17T10:29:38.314-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcs6_8dmPbo/TBpTjtGkMrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Foz4K5HsvRs/s1600/prospekts-march-Coldplay.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787369144660658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dcs6_8dmPbo/TBpTjtGkMrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Foz4K5HsvRs/s320/prospekts-march-Coldplay.jpg" /></a><br />Prospekt's March/Poppyfields<br /><br />Smoke is rising from the houses<br />People burying their dead<br />I ask somebody what the time is<br />But time doesn't matter to them yet<br />People talking without speaking<br />Trying to take what they can get<br />I ask you if you remember<br />Prospekt how could I forget?<br />Drums!<br />Here it comes<br />Don't you wish that life could be as simple<br />As fish swimming round in a barrel when you've got the gun?<br />Oh and I run<br />Here it comes<br />We're just two little figures in a soup bowl<br />Trying to get behind some kind of control<br />But I wasn't one<br />But here am I on my own in a separate sky<br />And here I lie on my own in a separate sky<br /><br />I don't wanna die on my own here tonight<br />And here I lie on my own in a separate skyChristian Airthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04295244971527478724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977205555308575854.post-30480224855399195282010-06-17T00:40:00.000-07:002010-06-17T00:45:15.707-07:00Love is a many painful thingOh my very fallen self<br />splattered all over the earth<br />over mountains<br />over the sea<br />parts crashing, crumbling<br />like waves on the sand<br /><br />My fallen self, completely shattered<br />ruined, lost<br />and alone.Christian Airthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04295244971527478724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977205555308575854.post-79243326315874562262009-11-14T07:18:00.000-08:002009-11-14T07:46:17.216-08:00Sittin' on a planeIt seems like lately I have been doing this a lot. The irony is I enjoy it. I am a traveler, a drifter, a vagabond, it is in my very nature. I think vagabond is the right term because it implies mischief or a bit of a rebel, which is also part of who I am.<div><br /></div><div>It's funny because living in a place like Idaho, goes against the grain of my persona. It is such a homey place (where a lot of homey's live...sup Oakland!) and I ain't no homeboy. I mean I'm really from now where but the result of many years of transient trans-continental movement over 40-years.</div><div><br /></div><div>The other very ironic aspect is that my whole life I have wanted to have some sense of normalcy, read: live in one place for a while. The problem with that thinking was that I don't even naturally exist in one place with any comfort. I am most comfortable moving around. And, as it turns out I am this way because my parents moved me from place to place, nation to nation as a child which created a sense of mobility. My mission in Peru was good for me in this regard. But because I was put on a plane as a child and sent off to these foreign places (Iran and Europe), my nature was changed, I believe, to one of not feeling comfortable in a single place.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whilst my fellow Idahoans are so content on their land--farmers and even city folks who live through their fellow potato farmers who are the real land dwellers--I am not and I have noticed that throughout my life I am on edge and have that itch to always be moving stopping temporarily for breaks.</div><div><br /></div><div>One day, I should write my history, that perhaps might be an interesting exercise because I would likely get out a lot of what is inside me, this very itchy, un-quiet spirit that is constantly wanting to explode.</div><div><br /></div><div>The link below is an amazing find for me because when I first read this article by James Toronto, an Islamic Studies Professor at BYU, I was stunned that someone could describe me and my family, specifically my older and younger siblings (not my two youngest siblings) so accurately. I always thought I was an oddball, not like everyone says, oh I know I am so different. No, I knew I was different, I was the new kid frequently growing up, that was very difficult.</div><div><br /></div><div>Over the years, I have spoken with other kids who grew up moving around, military brats included and I have noticed a unique theme interwoven throughout all of theirs and my own stories. We all have/had in common the fact that we were never really tied to a single place. There was not one expanse of land that could claim us. But what did that mean. On and off throughout my life I pondered this question but never came to any real solid conclusions except that I was transient in nature. My thinking, my desires, my intentions and my heart wanted and wants to always be on the move -- as was there experience. Sure some of them wanted to settle down, even I have said that before, but I tried it and even though my conscious mind said, yea, "let's do that because then you won't have to worry so much"...WRONG!</div><div><br /></div><div>It got worse actually. Now five years after living in one single town (Rexburg, Idaho), I'm itching but have learned to manage it I think...can one ever really manage their nature? I think we can only hope to reign it in a little bit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, if you read this article you will understand me a bit better. Enjoy...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://byustudies.byu.edu/showTitle.aspx?title=7221">http://byustudies.byu.edu/showTitle.aspx?title=7221</a></div>Christian Airthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04295244971527478724noreply@blogger.com2