May 9, 2003

• rubbernecking or a fun story to tell

   

  Life is simply a hard sprint

  Through the traffic

  Of swinging fists and

  Pummeling profanity

  Or pornography blatant

  Like cars honking in

  Gridlock.

   

  People slam horns, whistle

  And point digits

  Driving slowly through

  Bottlenecked boulevards where

  Someone sits dying or

  Weeping or

  Wondering or

  Sleeping ignorant

  Slumped on a wheel.

   

  That’s life.

   

  Or is it more

  Like an apple pie? 

    A slice of Americana

    And a vision in the sky:

    That sustains you

    And exhumes you

    Prophets raging and

    Telling you

    That your time was

    Wasted.

   

  Turn up the radio and

  Sing:  La-di-dah.

   

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  Time to hit the open road.  Vegas, baby!  Maybe next week for those who’ll go.  There’s an itch I need to scratch and I’ll get to it in due time.  I’ve got clothes on my back, money in the bank and good friends around me.  And God’s always so faithful.

   

  I’m quietly thankful (after a good figurative slap upside the head).

   

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  Sweet.  Atwood’s just published another one!  Always pretty ambitious with her themes.  She’s challenging Orwell and Huxley… let me at ‘em!  <grin>  Definitely one of my favorite writers. 

   

  

   

   

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  Kings were out of the running early; Ducks are the next best thing.

  And they’re on fire.

  Kariya is The Man.

   

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  From something I read during lunch:

   

  “If we really want to learn how to forgive, perhaps we had better start with something easier than the Gestapo.” 
  -C.S. Lewis

   

  Good point. 

   

   

   

   

  Matt11:28

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