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April 23, 2006
me Jane.
WHO is the one women that can celebrate Earth day everyday of the year with style? JANE GOODALL!
Today we set out to meet her and have her hand clasp our collective hand. After we got lost and arrived at the Franklin Park Zoo about three hours late the line was a bit LOOOOOOOOOONG. The only answer was to answer the age old question 'what would Jane Goodall do?'.
We saw the zoo.
we were almost killed by hords of people struggling to see the baby gorilla.
We peeped in on Jane from windows and mocked the iorny.
We never got to ask Jane to diner or to spend the night.
We ad great animal luck because they unlike Jane wanted to meed us.
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April 13, 2006
I am doing everyting I can to avoid my taxes/
I am so tired now from watching The Bold and The Beautiful that I need to take a nap. It takes plenty of sleep to love the man you fired a gun at and then married in jail. It takes plenty of sleep to plan your mother-in-laws death. I have to nap for these people. While I am napping on the red couch I hear about the developing news for the third time. It's a comfort to know that it is only developing news as I would hate to hear breaking news. That kind of news get on the floor. Then like a little debbie snack on a red plate comes Dr.Phil. So sweet our Dr.Phil. So Southern our sweet Dr.Phil. So bad for you our sweet southern Dr.Phil. It is true that everyone on Dr.Phil could be on The Bold and the Beautiful to deepen the story line but they might be in the same boat as caged monkies. The man is no Jerry and I have not seen any kind bodyguards breaking-up girl on girl mud fights fights. The problem is that I think it is easier to see the difference between reality and showbiz with Jerry.
I am so sick with myself...how did I get into this...dirty point! I can see people I know falling into the Dr.Phil's show. I can see family members on stage. If I saw them on Cops it would not have been an agreed upon preformance and if I see them on Dr.Phil I would know that they got a free hotel room. I've really only been watching because I know that is where JB really is right now. He iswaiting in a hotel room paid for by the Dr.Phil show. Tami leaves on Sunday for the Dr.Phil show. I think they are different stories for the same show next Tuesday. I've been crossing my fingers that Dr.Phil will use a down home saying that will solve all their problems.
It has been said that shows like this are good for people because they know they are not alone and help can be found. You can really be honest in this sponcer break.They really get to see somebody else in the same situation so they are not doing that bad and can take the first step. Wait, did I take some classes in this? Yes, I did. Would I say that shows like this belittle the viewer and enable patterns. Yes, I wouls. Oh, I forgot Dr.Phil is being pay and took more classes then me so it is okay for him to take blankets covered in flu germs to give to all the children. I get so angery watching Dr.Phil that I am now awake and ready to plan that hasty marriage and move to stars hollow.
I will say that for all that I feel is wrong about shows like Dr.Phil that man is blunt and right. I just wish that he was not on TV and these people got steady help. Oh, boo.
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April 11, 2006
Next I'll read The Hamlet by Faulkner
While I read the book Gilead by Marilynne Robinson at times it felt as if a body was placed upon my chest. My whole being seemed to be caught up in the beauty of the words and the misery of coming to understanding how little I know about prayer and my family. I don't think I have enjoyed a book this much since I read Death Comes to the Archbishop by Willa Cather.
From the book
So often people tell me about some wickedness they've been up to, or they've suffered from, and I think, Oh, That again! I've heard of churches in the South that oblige people to make a public confession of their graver sins to the whole congragation. I think sometimes there might be an advantage in making people aware how worn and stale thses old transgressions are. It might take some of the shine off them, for those who are tempted. But I have no evidence to suggest it has that effect.
After Reading Life Together the need of confession became much more real to me. Confession not just to God but to my brothers and sisters. It is in confession that we find we are not alone and that we are beloved.
Exixtance is the essential thing and the holy thing. IF the Lord chooses to make nothing of our trandgressions then they are nothing. Or whatever reality they have is trivial and conditional beside the exquisite primary fact of existence. Of course the Lord would wipe them away, just as I wipe dirt from your face, or tears. After all, why should the Lord bother much over these smirches that are no part of His Creation?
Sin really is one of the few things of this world that are temporal. It is indeed nothing to dismiss but it is also nothing to dwell over in its forgiven state. I will be held aaccountable but only for glories sake.
...one of them being that doctrine is not belife, it is only one way of talking about belife, and the other being that the Greek word sozo, which is usually translated "saved," can also mean healed, restored, that sort of thing. So the conventional translation narrows the meaning of the word in a way that creats false expectations.
I think that I often ask the wrong questions and seek an answer that was not intended for me because the question was not my own.
In all this book was a balm for a another book Prayer A History. I did enjoy a good chunck of the book but at some point all that is truly good about prayer seemed to be sucked out like the venom in a smake bite. Prayer is dangerous. What we ask for in God's will we recieve. The book did help me see the a kind of evolution of prayer and the need of magic in the mysitcal sense. I came to respect the orthodox church more and I grew in understanding of how we came to this point of belief in the western church. What I mean is that we seem to easily forget that God is beyond our understanding and is our Kingand Father not just our brother and friend.
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April 07, 2006
Isaiah 6:5
i wrote this about last Sunday
Death to Self
Just like you that would be Justice
you want to make a place for them
You don’t know who I was
You don’t remember who you were
All ways a place at the table
Always a table to sup at
The host burned in my mouth
The host of Heaven
Burned with hot coals
With the dirty glow of glucose
Burned upon the lips
As sins become prophecies.
How can it be that I remember
Bleeding down my throat
Bleeding in my chest
How can interest bring remembrance?
Death to Self.
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April 06, 2006
Sci-fi is Not for kiddies
So did I tell you that I went to the Sci-fi convention in Florida?
Check out the chick in the back groud she left her Storm trooper pants in the other car. Chuck and I did not get a picture of my fav costume. I wish you could have seen the Cheerleader for the Dark Side. Her costume was made all the sweeter by the cheerleading convention going on down the bend.
Another Big hit for me was the Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Yes the Mooninities came 
and when I said they had dressed well
to my delight I was given the bird. I wish you could have seen Chuck's face.
And yes..Cricket I am doing this as hard as I can.
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