tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63911898678516637432012-02-02T02:44:53.382-05:00once and future stories, thoughts and musingsprophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.comBlogger3061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-20590177147638633182011-10-05T08:18:00.003-04:002011-10-05T08:57:10.126-04:00

Have you noticed a change in the world around you? Yes, I'm speaking generally to Americans in America. And I've been noticing a change.It's taken place slowly, and I don't know that I can put my finger on when the change happened, but it's the rise of a new "protection" racket. It's called Insurance.Every time I turn on the television, I am bombarded with the messages about how I can be safe,

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-21998933854767958752011-09-26T02:44:00.003-04:002011-09-26T03:04:17.280-04:00

It was a very great insight to me to consider that prophets were generally not terribly well-received by the people around them. It makes me feel a bit better about my own writings and insights not generally having been enthusiastically received. . . . And for a while, there, it tended to shut me up a bit. Truth be told, I pretty much stopped writing for a while.One reason was the lack of a

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How is it that one can spend a half million dollars for a defense against frivolous claims of ethical violations?If they're frivolous claims, what defense is necessary?Now there's a concept for you! The Frivolous Defense.What if, like those penalized for bringing a frivolous lawsuit to begin with, those who engage in excess "defense" would be denied their attorney's fees? No fund, then, for

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-76024252490813125442009-04-17T10:06:00.002-04:002009-04-17T10:12:01.563-04:00

Wow - talk about turn-abouts, there's a new book out by a guy who went to Liberty University for a semester and passed himself off as an evangelical, and has now written a book about the whole experience. . . .Unlikely Disciple.Now it's the Christians being infiltrated. . . .This is big. On so many levels.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-4649947780813102402009-04-13T21:16:00.002-04:002009-04-13T21:19:13.226-04:00

Who knew?India's livestock's flatulence surpasses the greenhouse gases emitted by its cars.I am not making this up.Read it here, in Time Magazine.Now we're really in trouble!

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. . . in which I wonder whether I'm playing the role of queen of the world in new clothes, or whether I'm the little girl amongst the throng lining the procession route, who says: "Why doesn't she have any clothes on?"Insofar as I have never experienced throngs lining my procession - but have often felt part of a faceless crowd in which I [apparently alone] am saying "I really don't understand

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-16666389175915485862009-02-04T09:28:00.004-05:002009-02-04T09:34:00.002-05:00

Yep. It's my birthday. Here's the view this morning. That's the sun peeking out in between the snowflakes, by the way. Cool, eh? Hey, if sun and rain is a sun shower, is snow and sun a sunfall?That's my take on it and I'm sticking with it!Here's my new favorite song. I awoke to find it playing in my head. Ignore the wierd woman in the hat.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-67019522806266110102009-01-16T11:18:00.001-05:002009-01-16T11:20:02.336-05:00

It is not simple to describe the "simple" life.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-90509151873182167362009-01-15T10:12:00.004-05:002009-01-15T10:59:21.598-05:00

I'm feeling a little tetchy.I live in Maryland, where the estimate is that we will be having to spend some 11 million dollars as a result of the upcoming inauguration.It appears now that our governor is asking that we not use the major road - the beltway - during that time. Right.Fairness at work. We pay for others. Fine, but who pays for me? That's where it always seems to break down.Kind of

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-801693015871156622009-01-13T08:45:00.007-05:002009-04-13T21:14:24.200-04:00

I love Lush. Specifically, their bath bombs. More specifically still, the Avo bath bomb.*  (although I hate avocado, which is apparently an ingredient.  [?!!]  Don't let it put you off, though, there is nothing resembling avocado in the aroma or texture, although it does turn the water green.  Still, it is not an advocado green. . . .) They've gone even further "green" and done away with the

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-33763450145369446932009-01-07T10:24:00.003-05:002009-01-07T10:33:56.724-05:00

Setting limitations forces you to choose the essential. So in everything you do, learn to set limitations.Choose the essential to create great impact with minimal resources. (i.e.: maximize your time and energy.)Finally: all that simplifying isn’t meant to leave your life empty, it’s meant to leave space in your life for what you really want to do.**********************from Leo Babauta's The

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-51350616061499860572008-12-20T11:26:00.002-05:002009-01-07T10:47:02.910-05:00

My latest 'favorite song'.

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Yes, a salute. On video, no less! And yes, I see where the "MacDonald's" descriptive comes from.yours truly,prophet.

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Tomorrow, I leave for an undisclosed European destination where I will don Academic Regalia and parade to solemn music, line up in a gorgeous old-building-setting, and eventually walk forward when my name is called. I will return to my seat bearing a document of some sort, which I hope is beribboned, with stamped insignias and flowing calligraphy, on parchment. Instead, it will probably be a

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-49600561666001329932008-12-03T22:59:00.005-05:002008-12-09T10:21:16.343-05:00

I'd forgotten how much I hate late night command performances in front of a blank word.doc screen with only the prospect of having nothing to say to those expecting to hear a presentation of your paper to goad you on.I sit and jiggle my legs. I get more tea. I check email.I wrestle three more sentences onto the screen. Inevitably I remember Annie Lamott's Bird by Bird and her command to write

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-31173227858840712472008-11-16T23:14:00.002-05:002008-11-16T23:57:22.776-05:00

Six umbrellas in one block. That’s got to be a record. Well at least the wind’s died down, even if the rain hasn’t. Stepping out of the shelter of the building on Nassau Street quickly disabused me of that notion. . . . The wind had merely changed directions momentarily. It was back in force.I walked past another umbrella corpse, ribs splayed and broken, the fabric hanging limply off to the

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-28632062555125175322008-11-16T22:28:00.002-05:002008-11-16T23:12:50.023-05:00

Now that the dissertation is done, this site has been going through an identity crisis. I started writing here as an outlet during the long, lonely, grueling days of finishing my PhD. But that's over now.Now what?I know a lot of people who write about political matters, and for a while I thought I might be interested in that. But no. That's not it. General chit-chat feels self-indulgent, not

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-89584997954034211572008-10-22T11:07:00.003-04:002008-10-22T12:12:19.730-04:00

I almost made it an entire month without posts. . . . It's one month exactly today.I found that I did not want an archive with no posts at all for the month of October, however, so here goes:There is no overarching point or purpose here, unless you could call change - and the setting in of fall - a theme of sorts. That, and loss. Depression even. There's a change in the air, and even the

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-5025930903194285212008-09-22T13:41:00.001-04:002008-09-22T13:43:19.906-04:00

The eyes say it all.mea culpa. . . .

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All the good I expect out of Luther's gelding evaporates in the face of the pain I see cut into him as he still lies - boneless - on his big-boy bed twenty-four hours after the event.The clown edwardian collar is the final insult.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-71052557495842984772008-09-19T20:45:00.003-04:002008-09-19T21:13:34.826-04:00

Life's been busy. New work.New house.New name.Trying to settle into all of that.I remember reading once that moving, changing jobs, and beginning/ending a marriage rank right up there with among the most stressful things in life. All at once? Killer.It helps that I love my work and am really excited about the new house. It helps that the weather is getting cooler. It helps that the dog is

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-69106316944480410382008-09-12T08:54:00.003-04:002008-09-12T09:02:11.336-04:00

Words; no pictures. Sorry. No time to find a shot to post!I continue to be amazed at how much I have learned about growing up from my dealings with my dog. Just this morning I put him in his crate because he was completely outside of himself: leaping, barking, chewing, demanding.How many times have I found myself effectively incarcerated - unable to move either forward or backward - because

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-88240401848837110732008-09-08T10:49:00.002-04:002008-09-08T10:51:00.634-04:00

oh yeah. I have GOT to make me one of these!Complete with a little music chip that will play that song.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-67796342483401866162008-09-05T10:39:00.003-04:002008-09-05T10:45:19.388-04:00

I have always loved this time of day, when the setting sun throws much of the world into shadow relief, and the loss of distracting detail shows up in stark, black, definite lines against the jewel of the sky.This, from Elizabeth Perry's woolgathering site, where she has posted a sketch a day for several years now. . . .

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-74197859461736754212008-08-27T08:37:00.003-04:002008-08-27T08:44:26.897-04:00

"Not being able to govern events, I govern myself." Michel de Montaigne, essayist (1533-1592) Interesting thought, that.The one thing we have a hope of controlling is the one thing we so often neglect, in the vain hope of changing another or of securing a "favorable" outcome through protest, manipulation, shouting, wheedling, argumentation, or sulking. . . .

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-89852383586835599562008-08-25T20:31:00.003-04:002008-08-25T20:42:23.041-04:00

Why is it that the person who most needs to realize - "Hey! I talk too much!" - is the last person to recognize that in themselves, even in the course of conversations about other people who are talking too much? ['scuse me as I creep off to consider how this is true in my own life. . . .]

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-18472658636680116382008-08-24T09:09:00.003-04:002008-08-24T09:16:43.578-04:00

No matter how hard I try to keep watch, at the beginning and end of summer I am always surprised to find that - without my having noticed exactly when - the leaves are finally out and that - at the end of summer - the bug sounds have imperceptibly changed from locusts to crickets.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-79701877459525602832008-08-20T09:16:00.006-04:002008-08-20T09:32:11.280-04:00

The good news: the temperature has dropped; I have more energy.The bad news: the temperature has dropped; Luther has many times more energy.I've stopped counting the bruises on my legs and arms. At least our walk this morning will be pleasant as I won't be fainting from the heat and disgusting from the combination of exercise and hot humidity.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-49904058051232080112008-08-15T12:36:00.004-04:002008-08-15T12:47:14.313-04:00

"You will pay twice as much for any fixture different than the one I [haven't yet] spec'd- because that's an upgrade - and you will receive half as much as credit for the value of the unspecified item that was allegedly specified as the actual value you could ever hope to purchase it for."Resistance is futile. sigh.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-62039289254226716852008-08-14T09:17:00.001-04:002008-08-14T09:20:26.434-04:00

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Go figure! I was doing this year's lavender harvest and spent almost as much time trying to fend Luther off the lavender as I did stripping the lavender off the stalks.I finally handed him a couple of spent stalks, and he trotted over to his bed, layed down, and spent a good long time happily chowing down on them.That's one wierd dog.Who'd have thought I'd be fighting him for aromatic herbs?!

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-2699909104521053172008-08-12T08:34:00.008-04:002009-01-07T11:35:07.085-05:00

"Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength." Eric Hoffer , philosopher and author(1902-1983)Remembering this idea of Hoffer's ought to help me deal not only with the rude "customer service" person, but also with myself, when I find I've drifted into rude waters of impotence.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-30077673453846796362008-08-11T11:19:00.004-04:002008-08-11T11:31:04.562-04:00

One day, I'm going to pick what I'd really like instead of what my husband wants and - while he's busy repeating that I should really suit myself because he's so easy to get along with - see how easy he really is to get along with when faced with something like this, say, in the living room.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-88025338900100367152008-08-11T09:49:00.002-04:002008-08-11T09:55:35.057-04:00

OK - so maybe not so new, it appears this chick has been around for a while, I've just not heard of her. Anyway, it's been a while since I've been excited about a new song - and this is a really cool song.If you haven't heard her yet, it's Brandi Carlile, and the song is "The Story". The above is a live version. For the pretty music video version [for which embedding was disabled - so I can't

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-46767037038209360872008-08-07T08:44:00.011-04:002008-08-11T09:13:54.320-04:00

"A business that makes nothing but money is a poor business." Henry Ford, industrialist (1863-1947)Interesting, that. It seems that this is the goal of almost all companies, these days. . . . Talk about "something for nothing"!

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-45454675807191633872008-08-05T16:33:00.008-04:002008-08-05T16:42:32.115-04:00

Almost all of my one sentences start out as questions: "Hmmm. . . . why is it that. . . . ?" . . . that I've edited into trial statements.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-12789330647265143052008-08-04T16:33:00.002-04:002008-08-04T16:38:05.217-04:00

Surprisingly, swinging a pickaxe left me - not with sore arms, but - with tight and sore hamstrings.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-55640228384450208202008-08-04T13:35:00.002-04:002008-08-04T13:45:08.398-04:00

Man.Parents forget 3-year-old at Airport.That'll mess you up.I wonder if there's a law against that?[I think there should be a law against traveling with 18 suitcases. That's not "traveling" - that's moving.]

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The stuff that has been on my mind hardly bears notice. It is not particularly interesting; certainly not compelling; practically boring.But it's exhausting to me, the one carrying it all around.Boxes to be packed; number, size, and location of towel racks to determine (and I found a great sale of bathroom fixtures of this sort at Pottery Barn - if you can imagine - and did you know that toilet

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-31706464627288475442008-08-03T21:41:00.005-04:002008-08-15T12:35:02.290-04:00

Dogs get a whole lot more excited about seeing another dog than people do about seeing other peopleP.S. photo above courtesy of Deuce, the dog, [in front, with his back to us] over at Black Dog Diary, whose human has been educating me about the faux pas of 'hotlinking'. . . . My apologies for uneducated transgressions! I'm seriously impressed with dogs' abilities to get even their humans to

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-3076597584452025082008-08-02T23:45:00.002-04:002008-08-02T23:49:40.044-04:00

years from now I probably won't even notice the toilet tissue holders, towel racks or vanity lights I finally ordered today, having lost sleep last night worrying about it all: how many? what kind? what finish? what rubbish. . . .

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-31092915957358253632008-08-01T12:04:00.003-04:002008-08-01T12:21:53.743-04:00

The higher the temperature goes, the less energy left in me, but also the less left to Luther, puppius indomitabilis.Perhaps not so bad an exchange.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-49281691298333357092008-07-31T08:47:00.002-04:002008-07-31T08:50:55.815-04:00

What is it about contractors that makes them so confident that it's the plans that are all wrong, and not the fact that they didn't follow the plans?[Having built the stove hood/fan according to his own devices - in blissful disregard of the plans provided - our builder now wants me to revise the custom kitchen to fit the stove hood. 'Nuff said.]

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-53432119959345816532008-07-29T10:05:00.001-04:002008-07-29T10:09:30.100-04:00

A one-sentence journal requires one sentence daily.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-8131964159121870492008-07-26T14:46:00.004-04:002008-07-26T15:04:48.642-04:00

Mir over at Woulda Coulda Shoulda recently wrote about razors with citrus-scented handles and I thought to myself "Well, citrus isn't SO bad. . . ."I'm getting concerned now, though. I think that a bunch of tropical fruit parasites have taken over the women's hair-removal industry. Maybe a Toucan. What is it with the scents they're using in women's shaving gels these days?!These were my

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-21256135551366898172008-07-25T12:22:00.003-04:002008-07-25T12:41:50.588-04:00

Yep, I've been seeing both kinds of doctors - or, rather, the males in the family have been - which accounts for my silence for a bit. Luther had some sort of gastro-event, and is on antibiotics and a "bland diet" [read: I make him brown rice and poached chicken breast]. The king might have diverticulitis. Which was a bit of a relief to him, I think, because he thought it was either

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-58584195159478103332008-07-17T09:24:00.005-04:002008-07-17T10:49:42.929-04:00

Granted, my old convertible from my lawyer "golden days" has seen better days, and we had made the decision to replace it - eventually - with a nice sedan of some sort rather than spend the money needed to restore it. An '87 B-mer convertible is a great little classic car - but hey! - it's an '87 with hundreds of thousands of miles on it.The king's jeep, on the other hand, we thought we'd be

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-61523078867951900202008-07-16T13:26:00.004-04:002008-07-16T13:44:54.760-04:00

ok . . . . so if Luther persists in seeing me as a chewable treat - how's this for a new way of seeing him?Granted, it's not of Luther. . . . but this just makes me smile. Thanks to Cleaner Plate Club, who pointed out this very fun art exhibit with food. It's the work of Saxton Freymann, and a slide show of some of his work can be found here.I love one "Play with your Food" book of his, which

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-67160042073750546722008-07-11T08:50:00.002-04:002008-07-11T12:53:40.865-04:00

callipygianadjective: Having well-shaped buttockspronounced as: (kal-uh-PIJ-ee-uhn)from the Greek calli- (beautiful) + pyge (buttocks). USAGE example:"And it hasn't been lost on modern film directors that a nice set of tights can showcase the callipygian assets of a well-formed leading man."Heroes in Hosiery; South China Morning Post (Hong Kong); Jul 20, 2006. Thank you Anu Garg at A.Word.A.Day!

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On an interview at Measure for Measure, Michael McDonald [of Steely Dan and Doobie Brothers fame]is quoted as follows:MICHAEL: I was never an ambitious piano player or singer. If I ever rolled up my sleeves and put my energy into anything, however good I may ever be at it, I hope it would be songwriting. In my family — an Irish Catholic family — the two best things you could become was a priest

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-55749360244515447792008-07-10T09:15:00.004-04:002008-07-10T09:47:22.432-04:00

Hossein Salami is a name that makes me laugh. I don't know why, but General Salami just strikes me as funny.Something out of Veggie Tales.Unfortunately, the more I hear about this guy - a top guy in Iran's "Republican Guard" - the more I think he's on a mission to live down his name. Two missile "tests" in two days - to show Iran's 'toughness and resolve', apparently - and a personal background

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-25737623979023411602008-07-10T08:24:00.003-04:002008-07-10T09:13:46.632-04:00

How is it, that in an economy suffering under a housing bust, our latest proposed property tax assessment went UP 30%? Oh, and the "homestead" exemption (which would limit the new assessment to no more than 10%, I think it is) doesn't apply to us, because we don't actually live there yet - BECAUSE THE STUPID COUNTY GOVERNMENT TOOK SO LONG TO GIVE US A BUILDING PERMIT for which we paid handsomely

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-80806007589530780402008-07-09T10:01:00.002-04:002008-07-09T10:27:17.530-04:00

no, he doesn't read this blog, not that I know of, anyway. Neither he, nor my biological father, who is older than him.It was a strange shift from moving past feeling my family to be fractured to seeing my family as multiplied. I don't recommend the process, but I appreciated the feeling of blessing I ended up in. For today, I plan a slow one. I've been beat up the last several days -

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-56386563805081513872008-07-08T09:58:00.004-04:002008-07-08T10:23:14.200-04:00

The problem will be deciding on just what music would do the trick.sigh.Yesterday doesn't bear commenting on. You can't imagine the day. One thing after another. And then yet one more. Each time I thought we might be done and ready for "happy" hour. No happy arrived.No music comes to mind. Not really. I was hoping for some kind of rock pick-up. Ah well, the little ditty from Bowie's "

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-54024834541587016772008-07-08T08:20:00.005-04:002008-07-08T08:38:38.702-04:00

You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements. Norman Douglas, novelist (1868-1952) What national "ideals" are we pursuing these days, I wonder? Freedom of travel, back to the garden of eden, search for the fountain of youth - yes - but also the triumph of myself over all [i.e., self as tyrant], endless pleasure, endless wealth, endless power, because I deserve a break today, I'm

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-68614870351512698972008-07-05T10:46:00.004-04:002008-07-05T10:58:22.363-04:00

I have an elderly relative visiting.Like the king's mother, once she gets the opportunity to talk, she doesn't stop.I'm at my wits end. I have the habit, you see, of actually listening to people when they talk. But I can't take that many words in, all day - every day - for days on end. Opinionated snippets of conclusions reached years earlier; the favored story selections about times gone by;

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-2405913858927931002008-07-04T09:20:00.004-04:002008-07-04T13:30:06.386-04:00

It was our own moral failure and not any accident of chance, that while preserving the appearance of the Republic we lost its reality. Marcus Tullius Cicero, statesman, orator, writer (106-43 BCE) sigh. . . . on this 4th of July, as we think about the birth of our Nation. How do we celebrate? With furniture and car sales, and Home Depot specials. With fireworks, far removed from any memory of

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Google and Deep Thoughts?I know Jack Handey [yes, he's a real, live, person] and I have a little bit of an idea just how much time, effort, and thought goes into one of his little "Deep Thoughts", so popular from the old Saturday Night Live days. And no - sorry - I'm not going to give you all the little links to go check it out. If you're interested, at some point I'm sure you'll 'google' it. .

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-69809572066343598112008-07-01T15:03:00.005-04:002008-07-02T11:34:21.926-04:00

Many moons ago - like over twenty years' worth - I came across a woman singer named Marti Jones. As I recall, I was more interested in her musician husband, Don Dixon, whose voice I liked. I have no recollection of any of Dixon's songs anymore, but I still have a cassette of Marti's album "Match Game" - which doesn't seem to be in release anymore.I popped it into my car cassette player to see

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-52724132678039035322008-06-28T10:07:00.005-04:002008-06-28T10:33:54.645-04:00

What if I approached mixing a cocktail just like I approach making a sauce - let's say - or a dish of pasta?What if I mixed up the ingredients myself, rather than buying a green - or red - or chartreuse-coloured bottle of something?I think this guy Mark Bittman is on to something. Read about it in the NY Times, here. Maybe I can mix me a mean margarita without opening one of these bottles. (

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-5154644450252543632008-06-26T09:33:00.002-04:002008-06-26T09:42:19.331-04:00

I really like this lady! Go read what Kate DiCamillo has to say about writing."God bless you, baby."photo is of Kate - linked from her website, which I trust is ok. . . . .

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-51283383137998109762008-06-26T08:26:00.003-04:002008-06-26T09:04:33.514-04:00

The days have been flying past me. We're moving - supposedly - in something like 6 weeks.I'm in a serious state of denial.It all feels like make-believe that we might finally - finally! - be in our own home. The home we can expect to stay in, indefinitely. No more moves.No more moves?Ha! No more moves.At least I don't think so! I don't know how that will feel. I went to 12 different schools

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-88348119834649326822008-06-19T16:36:00.005-04:002008-06-20T11:25:10.105-04:00

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it. Albert Richard Smith, author and entertainer (1816-1860)

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-16085671865392379542008-06-13T07:18:00.007-04:002008-06-13T07:50:26.826-04:00

In Oceanside, CA, the school district has attempted to scare their students straight by lying to them, telling them that several classmates were killed in an alcohol-related car accident.I don't know who came up with this - ah - idea, which was embraced by the school board, and carried out by the highway patrol, if you can imagine that. The plan was to get the emotional reaction - shock, grief,

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-562587444252276322008-06-13T06:58:00.002-04:002008-06-13T07:09:37.636-04:00

Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen. Louis L'Amour, novelist (1908-1988)

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-64705045786883403022008-06-12T10:29:00.003-04:002008-06-12T11:35:31.211-04:00

We haven't done any music in a while. Here's the original recording of Peter, Paul and Mary's Leaving on a Jet Plane. It's a bit of a cheesey slideshow that goes with it, but the only live version I could find of them doing it (that John Denver wasn't involved in) was one where they are all well into their middle years and Mary seems incapable of just singing the melody line. She has to "

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-70256322108574611092008-06-12T08:44:00.003-04:002008-06-12T09:00:25.180-04:00

It's amazing how much trouble a young sight hound can get into, left on his own for just 5 minutes.We're not even talking potty mishaps here. We're talking shredded pillows, ingested concrete and crashed wine glasses which, a mere minute before, had been filled with a rather nice cabernet.Luther likes wine.He likes beer, too.He hasn't been tested yet with some of our favorite foods, as we've

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-86732773745893471312008-06-11T09:00:00.004-04:002008-06-11T09:13:01.445-04:00

After a lifetime of using Reynolds wrap - and wrestling with the roll that inevitably falls out of the box as you're pulling out a length, I got a very interesting email from my mother, who had also spent a life time wresting with the roll and the box and etc.It turns out that there's a little tab on the ends of the box that you can push in, to prevent just such a happening. Check it out.Ditto

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-75508592069161471842008-06-10T09:42:00.004-04:002008-06-10T15:20:26.229-04:00

Everywhere I look, I see articles about the "destruction" of the American dream, "destruction" of wealth, "evaporation" of wealth, and now articles also about raging tidewaters washing houses away, describing the destruction of large second homes on lakes. "That house had everything," the crying owner was reported as saying. "Now it's all gone."Besides the "destruction" of wealth, people are

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-12428935287334411192008-06-08T10:15:00.003-04:002008-06-08T10:34:45.571-04:00

J.K. Rowling gave the commencement speech at Harvard this year. (text available here if you scroll down past the NPR article about how not everyone thought she was "A-List" enough for Harvard) .Her topic? Failure and imagination.On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-73063065708652616222008-06-04T07:13:00.004-04:002008-06-04T08:09:42.680-04:00

Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts. Madame de Stael, writer (1766-1817)

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-73759311093862279882008-05-30T09:33:00.007-04:002008-05-30T11:05:30.824-04:00

Is it fuzzy thinking, or is there really no substantive difference between homosexual "marriage" and polygamous "marriage" when it comes to what our society will allow as marriage?In a recent post - Til Death - Georgetown Professor Patrick Deneen points out the questionable foundation of the recent California Supreme Court's In re Marriage Cases decision which presumes to establish a "right" to

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-34543017485437692682008-05-29T08:17:00.011-04:002008-06-12T10:16:39.860-04:00

Word-a-day has featured archaic words this week. For example:sweven (SWEV-uhn) nounDream; vision.[From Old English swefn (sleep, dream, vision).]-Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)"[The queen] went in to the Sultan and assured him that their daughter had suffered during all her wedding-night from swevens and nightmare." The Arabian Nights (translated by Richard Francis Burton); 1885.Sweven. What

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-11396896727300899622008-05-23T10:36:00.007-04:002008-05-23T13:28:24.809-04:00

It's a bird! It's a plane!! It's a . . . crocodile!!?He looks like a crocodile. He likes his new bed, that's for sure!OK - here is our new creature, looking a bit more regal. His name is Luther.I'm in for it, I can tell. He's slowly becoming more comfortable with his surroundings, which has translated into being a whole lot more demanding of constant attention. He is no longer content to

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-47617115147673676052008-05-22T09:25:00.006-04:002008-05-22T09:48:19.347-04:00

OK, so I knew it was going to be a lot of work and a lot of attention. . . . But I had NO IDEA of what this boy-pup would eat if I wasn't watching him all the time!Leaves, sticks, stones, mulch, bugs - and his favorite - concrete. His favorite chew toy is our concrete bench, currently serving as a coffee table on the front porch. Oh. He also favors brick.Is this normal?He goes to the vet

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-10499532443793599202008-05-19T22:34:00.003-04:002008-05-19T22:42:13.873-04:00

It's going to be the blueboy, and he arrives tomorrow.We still don't know about a name. There are two names still currently in the running, I think it'll be a matter of seeing which one sticks. . .

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-89306219931418753742008-05-16T11:53:00.003-04:002008-05-16T12:06:27.503-04:00

Oh. My.Must be seen and heard to be believed!The broccoli has a better sound - amazingly - than does the carrot. More links to be found at Garden Rant's Playing With Your Food, including (in the comments) a whole vegetable orchestra. . . .

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Life goes on - but it's a bit boring these days.I have packing to do and old accumulated possessions to go through and discard, give away, consider posting on ebay or craig's list. No, we don't move for at least another 3 months, but this will creep up on me, and I'm only good for about an hour's worth of going through old stuff before it overwhelms me and depression beckons!So I'll work in

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-28736244875576771682008-05-14T00:22:00.004-04:002008-05-14T08:55:02.324-04:00

I watched "Homeless to Harvard: the Liz Murray Story" tonight.It was inspiring - yes. Mind-numbingly depressing in the beginning. . . Liz Murray, a real person, has/had drug-addict parents who effectively leave her to raise herself. She ends up on the streets - her mother dead of AIDs, her father (also with AIDs) in a homeless shelter - but finally goes to school, and wins a New York Times

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-44411304211655602382008-05-12T09:08:00.006-04:002008-05-12T09:49:27.690-04:00

I fear that all my little chickens may be coming home to roost.I wrote about the little ethical dilemma of what to do about the overlap of the last month or two of our rental agreement and the puppy's arrival which I (like the ethical coward I hate to admit I appear to be) sought to avoid by (1) consoling myself that I'd be on full-time puppy duty, so "how much damage could he cause?", (2)

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-71429439087568430252008-05-07T09:19:00.003-04:002008-05-07T09:54:13.509-04:00

Race or gender - take your pick.Both are at issue, and they're not going away. Two so-called 'disadvantaged' people categories are duking it out to take on the 'established' power-person category, but are in danger of fighting against themselves, rather than ever making a real run for the presidency of the United States.Only half the people voting in the Indiana and North Carolina primaries

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-50666153738514609462008-05-06T09:51:00.003-04:002008-05-06T10:18:29.707-04:00

One of these two guys is coming to live with us in 14 days.Large training crate? check.Pooper-scooper equipment? enroute.Food? on the list (and cheaper email source scoped-out).Name? Name. . . . Gotta have a name! The book says you should have the name when you get him. This is important!I don't have a name. . . . I do however, have the internet, and so spent this morning (when I was

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-46984467702490069472008-05-02T13:05:00.003-04:002008-05-02T13:16:05.269-04:00

April 28, 2008, National Press Club - Jeremiah Wright on Louis Farrakhan:Louis Farrakhan is not my enemy. He did not put me in chains. He did not put me in slavery. And he didn't make me this color.Is Wright in chains?Which enemy put him there?What I found most interesting was the last line: the implicated 'enemy' who made him "this color". Who's your enemy, Jeremiah? Think about it.

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-38356336937159539282008-05-02T09:49:00.007-04:002008-05-02T12:56:46.783-04:00

Barack Obama has been trying to get past the Jeremiah Wright embarrassment by waving the "The voters are tired of this issue" flag to the media - per the recent comment by his wife (and is it just me, or does she interrupt him an awful lot and make an awful lot of substantive pronouncements? Who's running for president here - or is this a two-in-one deal?!). "We hear time and time again voters

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-16557853199557975392008-04-29T09:18:00.002-04:002008-04-29T09:37:59.999-04:00

I need a dog name.Two syllables. So there's your answer to the ethical dilemma, we're getting the dog.We still don't know if it'll be boy blue or green boy, it turns out that a "repeat" owner (who wants to show) gets first choice. I don't mind much, which surprised me. I realized I didn't want the "responsibility" of choosing between the two. I prefer the "given" in this instance. [step away

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-40147114066499751642008-04-28T21:14:00.003-04:002008-04-28T21:24:12.793-04:00

One of the writers I read identified shampoo and tortillas as the agents that brought it home to her that her husband would really be gone - deployed - within a set period of time.My husband isn't deploying. But he is going to lose one of his teeth, and I'm unaccountably depressed over it.The fact that my brother is deploying - on Friday - might have something to do with it; I don't know. That,

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-47864505523270922402008-04-26T09:21:00.004-04:002008-04-27T09:45:23.368-04:00

The king is afflicted. Life here has been a bit frazzled. For some reason, he resists taking pain medication until the last possible moment when he reaches the "I wish I were dead" stage.Food has been impossible - rather, chewing food has been impossible - for him so I have been concocting a succession of as-nutritious-and-delicious-as-I-can-possibly-make-it soups, pureed by my trusty stick

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-40128946542819935742008-04-23T08:39:00.003-04:002008-04-23T08:46:07.454-04:00

Be not too hasty to trust or admire the teachers of morality; they discourse like angels but they live like men. Samuel Johnson, lexicographer (1709-1784)

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Brought to you by Air France (motto: "If we haven't lost your luggage, we haven't done our job!"), by way of The Happiness Project and Homefront Six.On our recent journey to an otherwise undisclosed overseas location, Air France did its job and lost my luggage. The French-speaking customer "service" rep (in an English-speaking country) managed to convey that the luggage was inexplicably

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-84998601230823156692008-04-22T09:08:00.003-04:002008-04-22T09:19:38.085-04:00

This is a stunning movie.Beautiful music.When we finish the house, I hope to buy a piano if only to learn some of the melodies in this movie. Sheet music available here.

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Florida, this time.This, looking down the fairway of the 17th hole, I think it was. Dusk. Over time, three planes entered the same space and - but for time - would have collided. Instead, they left a lovely crossing star.The king golfed. I read. Cesar's Way, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane (Kate Dicamillo), and His Holiness (Carl Bernstein and Marco Politi).I re-read a story I had

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-47444507183863524582008-04-15T10:55:00.001-04:002008-04-15T10:55:47.413-04:00

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-52020205082864453532008-04-15T10:18:00.003-04:002008-04-15T10:37:36.282-04:00

From yesterday, I did not get to the garden store for pots. So, neither blue nor green pots arrived - and hmmm, yellow, too, Lee Anne? That does sound pretty!Neither was the complaint written, but I have the forms and the release of lien was done. It's a start.We're entertaining today - six for dinner - which I hope will not mean that I get absolutely nothing else done. Further to the 'work

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-24485572271350211332008-04-14T09:18:00.003-04:002008-04-14T09:37:52.170-04:00

I've written about this before: work like an ant.One thing at a time, one little bit at a time, over and over again, over time, and it's amazing what you can accomplish.I keep forgetting that, and trying to do everything all at once. I want to write the 'perfect' article, the perfect song, book, poem. . . . I want to knit the sweater at one go, in one sitting. I want the house all organized,

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-24868283784105660212008-04-12T08:41:00.003-04:002008-04-12T09:22:45.625-04:00

A friend of mine once said that, in music, the silence between notes is just as important as the note.I have learned the same to be true with words.Not that you have to have a set amount of silence in between each note or word, but that the absence of a certain word or note can be just as important as the ones that are there.You gotta pick and choose. I tend to work [in words, anyway] in the '

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-83457693753258995102008-04-11T08:29:00.004-04:002008-04-11T09:09:02.897-04:00

I've posted about A.Word.a.Day before. Here, here, and here.This week, Anu (the guy who writes it) put together a lovely selection of people-descriptives:pavidpikerpusillanimoustremulousebullientThis, in an effort to reduce the high incidental use of such placeholders as "good" or "nice." (although these words don't mean 'good' or 'nice'. . . .)Pavid and piker were new - although when I read

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Men are idolaters, and want something to look at and kiss and hug, or throw themselves down before; they always did, they always will; and if you don't make it of wood, you must make it of words. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., poet, novelist, essayist, and physician (1809-1894)Interesting. First, we worship what we can build. Then, what we think (in particular words). Now?. . . . presenting Kelly

prophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-86761490028396557812008-04-07T09:52:00.004-04:002008-04-07T12:06:20.403-04:00

Well, I'm back.This is where we were.Amazing, eh? I never tired of photographing it. Here's another shot, in sunlight.In the morning sun, storm having passed.Storm threatening; evening.Flat light after afternoon walk - with guard-cat in middle ground. Way sunny, through oaken fingers.The side view is just as beautiful.Especially when the sun shines on it of a morning. . . . the stern gray

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OK. So what do you think?Little Boy Blue? (left)Or the Greenboy? (right)(Currently named just for the not-very-visible color on their collar, although it might stick as name. . . . )But seriously, here's the dilemma:1. We originally thought to get a dog when our house is finished and we've moved in.2. Dogs of this breed are not regularly to be had just for the asking. 3. Boy-Blue and

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