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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 18:06:52 GMT

I hate when Life sucker-punches you in the gut. And it's happened so often this year that I'm beyond asking why.

Jagulars and Their Strange Habits:

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 19:43:26 GMT

"That's what Jagulars always do," said Pooh, much interested. "They call 'Help! Help!' and then when you look up-- they drop on you."

I have an afternoon all planned out for the not-so-distant future, with a crackling fire, a cozy afghan, a cup of hot cocoa and Pooh. Join me?

I lift up mine eyes unto the overpass...

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 17:14:34 GMT

...and there it is, just hanging, spelled out in white plastic cups stuck into the mesh:

Kurt = Beards For Peace

What does it mean? Is it a macabre warning? An insanely brilliant equation thought up by an unbalanced mind? A message from the Russians?

Who is Kurt? Where are these beards of which he speaks? Why are they for peace? And does he mean the American We-Really-Don't-Have-Time-To-Fight-Because-We're-Busy-Enjoying-All-Our-Stuff brand of peace? Or the Islamic We-Jihad-You-All! kind?

And most importantly--is it a gang? And is it coming to my neighborhood?

Yes, this is why people are afraid of Detroit.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 03:12:24 GMT

As the deer pants for the stream
So thirsts my soul for You, O God.

Grrrr!

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:44:52 GMT

Life can be SO discouraging!

Welcome to Our World--

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 21:52:53 GMT

Creed

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is okay
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before, during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy's okay.
We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everything's getting better
despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated,
And you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe there's something in horoscopes,
UFO's and bent spoons;
Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,
Mohammed and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher although we think
most of his good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same,
at least the ones that we read were.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of
Creation, Sin, Heaven, Hell, God and Salvation.

We believe that after death comes The Nothing
because when you ask the dead what happens
they say Nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied,
then it's compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps Hitler, Stalin and Genghis Khan.

We believe in Masters and Johnson.
What's selected is average.
What's average is normal.
What's normal is good.

We believe in total disarmament
Because we believe there are direct links between
warfare and bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors
and the Russians will be sure to follow.

We believe that man is essentially good.
It's only his behaviour that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions,
and conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth
that is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust. History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth
excepting the truth that there is no absolute truth.

We believe in the rejection of creeds
And the flowering of individual thought.

If chance be
the Father of all flesh, disaster is his rainbow in the sky
and when you hear

State of Emergency!
Sniper Kills Ten!
Troops on Rampage!
Whites go Looting!
Bomb Blasts School!
It is but the sound of man
worshipping his maker.

- Steve Turner

There, but for the grace of God...

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 02:38:25 GMT

It was an epiphany. Hard to admit, yes, but undeniably true:

In some small, remote, deeply-buried scrap of my being, I'm all girl.

It hurts a bit to say it, but it's so. And...I would do it again in a minute. Because that bubble bath was soooooo deliciously relaxing.

How the mighty have fallen. And don't laugh. Because someday it may happen to you.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 01:53:27 GMT

My life changes more every day. And I'm not sure I like all the changes. Why can't things just stay the same? I miss the comforting familiarity of my old life.

At the very least, I wish God would show me what he's trying to make of me through these changes. That they are, in fact, good for something.

In Prison

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 04:21:50 GMT

I cried out for the pain of man,
I cried out for my bitter wrath
Against the hopeless life that ran
For ever in a circling path
From death to death since all began;
Till on a summer night
I lost my way in the pale starlight
And saw our planet, far and small,
Through endless depths of nothing fall
A lonely pin-prick spark of light,
Upon the wide, enfolding night,
With leagues on leagues of stars above it,
And powdered dust of stars below-
Dead things that neither hate nor love it
Not even their own loveliness can know,
Being but cosmic dust and dead.
And if some tears be shed,
Some evil God have power,
Some crown of sorrow sit
Upon a little world for a little hour-
Who shall remember? Who shall care for it?

-- C. S. Lewis

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:34:28 GMT

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star
   And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
   When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
   Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
   Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
   And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
   When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
   The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
   When I have crossed the bar.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson