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Writer's Block: Earth Mk. II
Apr. 22nd, 2011 06:59 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Think Playboy mansion but on a global scale. Thongs optional.
Think Playboy mansion but on a global scale. Thongs optional.
Apr. 22nd, 2011
Writer's Block: Earth Mk. II
Apr. 22nd, 2011 06:59 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Think Playboy mansion but on a global scale. Thongs optional.
Think Playboy mansion but on a global scale. Thongs optional.
Pray for Rain
Apr. 22nd, 2011 07:09 amOur Governor Perry has issued a proclamation that we pray over the weekend for rain. Of course, he is a right-wing idiot with good hair, but it shows you the extent of the drought problem here, and at least the proclamation is a call to all faiths and traditions, which is a little moving when you consider that this is Texas.
It's not just a shout-out to all Christians, but then again the problem is really big, with wildfires raging across the state, making a perfect little Hades of this lone-star state. Not being sure exactly what God is and what God likes, it's good to play it safe. If there is no God, well, it doesn't matter, does it, and it doesn't hurt. As for myself, I've been sort of praying for rain anyway. I expect a lot of us have been.
It's not just a shout-out to all Christians, but then again the problem is really big, with wildfires raging across the state, making a perfect little Hades of this lone-star state. Not being sure exactly what God is and what God likes, it's good to play it safe. If there is no God, well, it doesn't matter, does it, and it doesn't hurt. As for myself, I've been sort of praying for rain anyway. I expect a lot of us have been.
Pray for Rain
Apr. 22nd, 2011 07:09 amOur Governor Perry has issued a proclamation that we pray over the weekend for rain. Of course, he is a right-wing idiot with good hair, but it shows you the extent of the drought problem here, and at least the proclamation is a call to all faiths and traditions, which is a little moving when you consider that this is Texas.
It's not just a shout-out to all Christians, but then again the problem is really big, with wildfires raging across the state, making a perfect little Hades of this lone-star state. Not being sure exactly what God is and what God likes, it's good to play it safe. If there is no God, well, it doesn't matter, does it, and it doesn't hurt. As for myself, I've been sort of praying for rain anyway. I expect a lot of us have been.
It's not just a shout-out to all Christians, but then again the problem is really big, with wildfires raging across the state, making a perfect little Hades of this lone-star state. Not being sure exactly what God is and what God likes, it's good to play it safe. If there is no God, well, it doesn't matter, does it, and it doesn't hurt. As for myself, I've been sort of praying for rain anyway. I expect a lot of us have been.
Tacos and Elvis
Apr. 22nd, 2011 03:30 pmFather had a two-for one coupon for Taco Cabana, and I did not dither in taking him up on his invitation. My eating regime is dreary and unsavory in the best of times; in the midst of a three-weeker (between grocery days), it is especially challenging just to get by. This time, it even means a trip out, as Father is breezily carefree about leaving the house unattended, even though he is still bothered enough that he must hide his gun, but maybe this is actually a boon to his sense of manhood, handling the weaponry.
On the drive over, Father surprises me with a boyhood reminiscence. So rarely does he share such a personal, quasi-poetic thought, if this is not indeed a unique occurrence, that I cannot help seeing it as a poignant sign of his elderly frailty. We are listening to Elvis radio, and “Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear” was playing. He says he remembers when that song came out when he was in school. “High School?” I ask. He says yeah. He loved that song so much that he could hardly wait to go home from school to hear the song again. It is funny. For me, Elvis is an historical excursion, which I consider to be part of the charm. But Elvis was only six years older than Father and is more a part of his living memory, becoming big on the cultural scene during Father’s teen years.
As for the lunch, as I expected, that two-taco meal was too sparse an affair, and I got up to order an extra taco and regretted not getting two and doing it earlier to better enjoy the rice and beans. It now occurs to me that this may be in keeping with the conniving designs of the restauranteers. They get you in with their coupon for the two-taco lunch, expecting that many people will have to round out the little meal with an additional purchase, and you are left to realize that you did not get your bargain, unless you have the appetite of a sparrow. Though, I suppose the two-for-one coupon could work well enough if you enjoy both meals yourself rather than having someone else with you.
But no mater. I appreciated the variety and Father paid for most of it. And the “Teddy Bear” story was a big bonus.
On the drive over, Father surprises me with a boyhood reminiscence. So rarely does he share such a personal, quasi-poetic thought, if this is not indeed a unique occurrence, that I cannot help seeing it as a poignant sign of his elderly frailty. We are listening to Elvis radio, and “Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear” was playing. He says he remembers when that song came out when he was in school. “High School?” I ask. He says yeah. He loved that song so much that he could hardly wait to go home from school to hear the song again. It is funny. For me, Elvis is an historical excursion, which I consider to be part of the charm. But Elvis was only six years older than Father and is more a part of his living memory, becoming big on the cultural scene during Father’s teen years.
As for the lunch, as I expected, that two-taco meal was too sparse an affair, and I got up to order an extra taco and regretted not getting two and doing it earlier to better enjoy the rice and beans. It now occurs to me that this may be in keeping with the conniving designs of the restauranteers. They get you in with their coupon for the two-taco lunch, expecting that many people will have to round out the little meal with an additional purchase, and you are left to realize that you did not get your bargain, unless you have the appetite of a sparrow. Though, I suppose the two-for-one coupon could work well enough if you enjoy both meals yourself rather than having someone else with you.
But no mater. I appreciated the variety and Father paid for most of it. And the “Teddy Bear” story was a big bonus.
Tacos and Elvis
Apr. 22nd, 2011 03:30 pmFather had a two-for one coupon for Taco Cabana, and I did not dither in taking him up on his invitation. My eating regime is dreary and unsavory in the best of times; in the midst of a three-weeker (between grocery days), it is especially challenging just to get by. This time, it even means a trip out, as Father is breezily carefree about leaving the house unattended, even though he is still bothered enough that he must hide his gun, but maybe this is actually a boon to his sense of manhood, handling the weaponry.
On the drive over, Father surprises me with a boyhood reminiscence. So rarely does he share such a personal, quasi-poetic thought, if this is not indeed a unique occurrence, that I cannot help seeing it as a poignant sign of his elderly frailty. We are listening to Elvis radio, and “Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear” was playing. He says he remembers when that song came out when he was in school. “High School?” I ask. He says yeah. He loved that song so much that he could hardly wait to go home from school to hear the song again. It is funny. For me, Elvis is an historical excursion, which I consider to be part of the charm. But Elvis was only six years older than Father and is more a part of his living memory, becoming big on the cultural scene during Father’s teen years.
As for the lunch, as I expected, that two-taco meal was too sparse an affair, and I got up to order an extra taco and regretted not getting two and doing it earlier to better enjoy the rice and beans. It now occurs to me that this may be in keeping with the conniving designs of the restauranteers. They get you in with their coupon for the two-taco lunch, expecting that many people will have to round out the little meal with an additional purchase, and you are left to realize that you did not get your bargain, unless you have the appetite of a sparrow. Though, I suppose the two-for-one coupon could work well enough if you enjoy both meals yourself rather than having someone else with you.
But no mater. I appreciated the variety and Father paid for most of it. And the “Teddy Bear” story was a big bonus.
On the drive over, Father surprises me with a boyhood reminiscence. So rarely does he share such a personal, quasi-poetic thought, if this is not indeed a unique occurrence, that I cannot help seeing it as a poignant sign of his elderly frailty. We are listening to Elvis radio, and “Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear” was playing. He says he remembers when that song came out when he was in school. “High School?” I ask. He says yeah. He loved that song so much that he could hardly wait to go home from school to hear the song again. It is funny. For me, Elvis is an historical excursion, which I consider to be part of the charm. But Elvis was only six years older than Father and is more a part of his living memory, becoming big on the cultural scene during Father’s teen years.
As for the lunch, as I expected, that two-taco meal was too sparse an affair, and I got up to order an extra taco and regretted not getting two and doing it earlier to better enjoy the rice and beans. It now occurs to me that this may be in keeping with the conniving designs of the restauranteers. They get you in with their coupon for the two-taco lunch, expecting that many people will have to round out the little meal with an additional purchase, and you are left to realize that you did not get your bargain, unless you have the appetite of a sparrow. Though, I suppose the two-for-one coupon could work well enough if you enjoy both meals yourself rather than having someone else with you.
But no mater. I appreciated the variety and Father paid for most of it. And the “Teddy Bear” story was a big bonus.
Reading the Bible
Apr. 22nd, 2011 08:32 pmI suppose Easter, the season of our Lord's dying and rising, has invited a number of good articles about reading the Bible, and I will let a few of them trot about on this page, so that you may ride them or else let them run free as you scroll yonder.
The first article, by Kristin Swenson, brings out the argument that, even if you are not a believer, if you do not care to be literate in the Biblescape, you can find yourself left out of a lot of hot, trending topics of cultural discussion:
The first article, by Kristin Swenson, brings out the argument that, even if you are not a believer, if you do not care to be literate in the Biblescape, you can find yourself left out of a lot of hot, trending topics of cultural discussion:
If you're not biblically literate, you can get along all right, but you're missing out. It's like a cocktail party with raucous conversation. You're invited, but until you know something about the Bible, you'll be stuck talking about the weather at the punch bowl.( Read more... )
Reading the Bible
Apr. 22nd, 2011 08:32 pmI suppose Easter, the season of our Lord's dying and rising, has invited a number of good articles about reading the Bible, and I will let a few of them trot about on this page, so that you may ride them or else let them run free as you scroll yonder.
The first article, by Kristin Swenson, brings out the argument that, even if you are not a believer, if you do not care to be literate in the Biblescape, you can find yourself left out of a lot of hot, trending topics of cultural discussion:
The first article, by Kristin Swenson, brings out the argument that, even if you are not a believer, if you do not care to be literate in the Biblescape, you can find yourself left out of a lot of hot, trending topics of cultural discussion:
If you're not biblically literate, you can get along all right, but you're missing out. It's like a cocktail party with raucous conversation. You're invited, but until you know something about the Bible, you'll be stuck talking about the weather at the punch bowl.( Read more... )