Lack of desire hasn't been the reason for a post-less week -- it's been frantic 'round No. 3, and I've brought in an endloader to shovel off my tragic desk. OK, actually, Tammy & Kathy are pitching in, and that's every bit as good as an endloader.
Pastor Josh has started a "pastor's blog" for the church - excellent idea, I believe. I need a transparent identity to post comments - there is an elder named Roger there - Perhaps I'll be Roger-the-Heretic - you know, the one who they call on for the rebuttal after a particularly moving service, and have a congregational vote to either expel or burn at the stake. Actually, I've taken on giving one of many "meditations" about the words of Jesus on the cross. I'm curious - will Josh ask me for my thoughts in advance, or live with the nervousness of open heresy? I confess, I like watching people puzzle over my peculiarities. In a Bible study last night, there was a discussion of apocalyptic stuff - with the opinion offered that the current age isn't very apocalyptic. How's that again? You don't need to warp current events into Daniel, Revelation, Ezekiel and Nostradamus to detect oncoming disruption. We are truly in sight of the end of petroleum. When some people now living are old, they will NOT be driving gasoline powered vehicles. We have the end of coal & gas visible in the distance. There are still some tens of thousands of nuclear warheads which are still assembled and lots of fissile material (much of it missing) from which other warheads may be assembled. There is a growing disruptive influence in the Middle East, Northern Africa, and much of Asia and Southeast Asia, as well as hot spots everywhere else. The MTV generation thinks that privation is having the cheap champagne with dinner, and the growing desperate poor have no voice. Climate change is a fact, and the skeptics are flat-earthers. Gresham's law lives. So, perhaps Heaven will not open and from out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword and all of that, but this is not a stable or safe time.
Politics is heating up locally. I think that Bro. Dave understands basically where I am coming from, that to me, politics is a cross between science and religion, and that sometimes Captain Reality says things that you don't want to hear. Partner Amy is only now figuring that out. I have told them both, as well as several other candidates, my views of exactly how to change the current trends. In so doing, they MUST be the MFIC of their respective campaigns, and must make the damn choices. They can listen to all sorts of advice, some of which will be well-intended but just wrong and the rest of which will be from people blowing sunshine up their kilts hoping that if they win, those folks will have some unfair advantage or influence. Sometimes, I think that Second Father Jim and I are the only trustworthy ones in the bunch, mainly because we don't have personal political ambitions or desire for glory. At least political glory locally.
Today is LaElu's birthday, and she had a snow day, which she enjoyed. It's also Bro. Dave's birthday (he's a year younger), and I think he spent his day grouse hunting and probably freezing his ass off. I've snagged a couple of books out of the endless book box for Dave. I think that his wife has always thought me to be a bad influence, an example of measured indolence, strategic incompetence and dangerous doctrine. (Actually, she is a VERY sweet lady.)
Oh, another part of that Bible study was the image of light vs. darkness. That doesn't translate well to me. I have always loved the night. Working midnight shift was a special time. An acquaintance of mine, one of the national leaders in EMS, the late Jim Page, wrote a book of essays on EMS entitled "The Magic of 3 AM." He was right. And night in the woods is even more magical. The only unusually acute physical sense I have is night vision, and it is positively a joy to walk silently at night.
I've five reviews to write for the canon, and honestly haven't had the time even block more than two of them out.
Down 185 solid. The silver band I bought as a sort of wedding band has gotten too big for my ring finger.
Keep your powder dry.
Pippa passes.
R
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3 comments:
I am very impressed over your wedding ring.
Watched a documentry about the Colosseum today, and apparantly there were never Christians thrown to the lions. That was made up by Catholic priests in the 16th century. Nothing to do with your blog, I know, except seeing you write about Daniel reminded me of it :oD
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Yah ... Keep resizing the band and you'll keep dropping. You bad bad boy. xox Sarai
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