Posted on June 20, 2003 in Book of Days College Culture
I worked out a system of pressing the flesh of my upper arm as I lay on my dormitory bed listening to the Maple Leaf Rag and other syncopations of the American Chopin.
Posted on June 20, 2003 in Crosstalk Morals & Ethics
The more I see Fundamentalists running around attacking others, the more I believe that there must be a second Jesus Christ, other than the one who delivered the Beatitudes.
Posted on June 20, 2003 in Crosstalk Partnership
I find both stands to be a little extreme, though I understand where the two amiable duelists come from and sympathize.
Posted on June 20, 2003 in Pointers
Burningbird quoted and remarked upon a comment I made on her blog. It’s not a fight, but a mutual nodding of heads.
Posted on June 20, 2003 in Gratitude Milestones
This article has had its negativism. But against that shadow, the features illuminated by the Light become more clear. Thank you for being a reader and a friend.
Posted on June 20, 2003 in Dreams
Lynn and I are sleeping in an abandoned car on a roof top. I go downstairs. My brother is coming to hector me. When he comes around a corner in the hall, I point a flame thrower at him and just douse him with it. He stands there, never quite catching afire. I keep thinking “What a stupid thing.” I call to him “Today I am going to eliminate you.” It is then that he darts away, around a corner. I tell a friend of mine who is living in a car inside a shopping mall to watch for him because I know he will come back and try to kill me. I go back to the car and tell Lynn what I did. We gather our things and leave, in the company of two teenaged boys who have the courage to hold hands even though they know people will kill them for it.
Afterthought: While I was at Barnes and Noble tonight, I looked at a book of dreams which reported that murdering my brother means that I am embarking on a dastardly enterprise. I’ve given a lot of thought to which of my nefarious activities it could refer to and finally decided that the fact that the bastard wouldn’t die must be a point in my favor. I’m a failure at being a bad guy it seems.
Posted on June 19, 2003 in Book of Days Weather
In the heat of the afternoon, somewhere between Los Angeles and Hawaii, the uppermost tenth of a millimeter of the Pacific boiled up.
Posted on June 19, 2003 in Quizzes
Auditory : 50%
Visual : 50%
Left : 30%
Right : 70%
Posted on June 18, 2003 in Book of Days Cats
A blurred rush to the floor, like the breaking of a bulb of a themometer and the spilling of the mercury.
Posted on June 18, 2003 in Encounters
After shocking one conservative matron enough to make her get up and leave before the conversation was over (gotta love that open-mindedness!), we talked about whether or not it was the right thing for Michael Moore to “disrupt” the Academy Awards with his little anti-Bush speech.