Monday, November 29, 2004

It was after Thanksgiving that I realized how grateful I am for my friends, both old and new, who really care about me. I don't deserve any of them.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

Cry Ophelia
by Adam Cohen

Something went wrong
You're not laughing
It's not so easy now to get you to smile
You gotta be strong
To walk these streets
And keep from falling
But when you're not, just let yourself cry

You've been working so hard
Just trying to pay the rent
Tryin' to draw the line between who you are
And who you invent
But if you throw a stone
Something's gonna shatter somewhere
We're all so fragile
We're all so scared

You say you wanna learn
How to live your life without tears
But we've been trying to do that
For thousands of years
So go on and cry Ophelia
It's the only thing to do sometimes
You know I'm crying too
Right there with you
It's alright Ophelia
Everybody cries

Thank god for my bad memory
I've forgotten some of the stupid things
That I've done
I've come to a little wisdom
Through a whole lot of failure
So I watch more carefully
What rolls off my tongue

You pray for rain
But you don't want it from a storm
You find a rose
And cut your finger on a thorn
So go on and cry Ophelia
It's the only thing to do sometimes
You know I'm crying too
Right there with you
It's alright Ophelia
Everybody cries
Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friday, November 26, 2004

Things are looking up for my uncle. Thanks to those of you who kept him in your prayers...

Fluffy, really impressed.
2 Timothy 1:7

"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Another one of my days where I am overwhelmingly sad for humanity.

Please pray for my uncle. He is one of the coolest and most brilliant men that I know, and last night he found out suddenly and violently that he has a cancerous tumor larger than the organ itself on his kidney. Tomorrow we will know if there is anything they can do or not. He has a beautiful, devoted wife and two wonderful little boys. Please pray.

We "need" cancer because, by the very fact of its incurability, it makes all other diseases, however virulent, not cancer.
- Gilbert Adair, British author and critic. Myths and Memories, "Under the Sign of Cancer" (1986).

But what is it not, when it is cancer?

Tuesday, November 23, 2004


And here is Fluffy, aghast at her wet pawprints, and making sure she didn't break her mother's back...

My mandarin orange tree. Mmmm...

This is Two. She likes to have her picture taken.

A view from the foot of my new bed. Oh, it's glorious! I feel like I belong in a harem! Not that that's necessarily a positive, but in this case it is. :)
It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky.
- Muriel Spark, Territorial Rights, 1979

It's cold. In fact, as I typed that, I heard the furnace flare up and begin to roar like a newly-caged stallion. Now the vents are coming on, and the air is whistling through them at an alarming rate. I hope the house doesn't lift off. That could be tragic for Fluffy; she doesn't like air travel.

For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.
- George Gissing, "Winter," The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903

Snow in the mountains. People are finding this a cause for excitement. Couples abandon their vehicles on the side of the freeway to frolick in the scrapings of snow beside it. Men call their wives to instruct them in the proper points from which to view those great frosted lumps in all their rugged glory. Canadians are vaguely puzzled, but attempt to understand.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
- Carl Reiner

Me too, until I moved to the desert state of California. Cacti abound and coyotes stalk tumbleweeds under the hot, dry moon. Dust, and dust, and dust... Do Californians use more Swiffers and featherdusters per capita?

Sometimes I wonder if Lewis and Clark shouldn’t have been made to file an environmental impact study before they got started west, and Columbus before he ever sailed. They might never have got their permits.
- Wallace Stegner

What is it about California that makes one want to visit it before it was so thickly and inextricably inhabited? The haze of smog that obscures the mountains? The downtrodden native people and animals and plants? The Last Resort?

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny and in the name of God.

- The Eagles, "The Last Resort," Hotel California, 1976

May your phones always be charged.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Hitchhiker's Guide To the Galaxy
By Douglas Adams

Ultra-Condensed by David J. Parker and Samuel Stoddard

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(The Earth gets BLOWN UP.)

Arthur: I'm a bit upset about that.
Ford: Yes, I can understand that.

(They fly around the galaxy. They go UNDERGROUND, where they see...)

Arthur: The Earth.
Deep Thought: Forty two.

THE END

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

For your amusement, the site(s) aforementioned:

Book-A-Minute

Movie-A-Minute

I hope they bring you as many years of entertainment as they have generously bestowed upon me.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

In the tradition of one of my all-time favourite websites, I shall now sum up Puccini's Turandot.

Prince: My father is blind, and exiled, and I seek to bring more misery upon him through the foolish desires of my loins! Aha! Here's my chance! Yonder is a cruel and beautiful Princess who doesn't want to marry anyone!

Princess: No one shall possess me! And if some sort of anonymous Stranger tries, I shall torture the loyal servantgirl of his blind father until she tells me the Stranger's name! That's the ticket!

Prince: My fire shall melt your ice!

Princess: Go away!

Prince kisses Princess.

Princess: You have ruined me, and taken away my glory! But I love you!

Prince: You are mine...MINE!

The End

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Um, have I done something to deserve this?

Because, if not, could it stop?

Please?

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

God was busy healing babies' bruises...
God was busy answering prayers...
God was busy cleaning a wounded earth...
God was busy picking you off the ground...

- Jann Arden

Monday, November 08, 2004

O George... Dost thou remember those interminable math classes of old? Those long intervals of time during which we would try our hardest not to learn, and would instead dream of running away to the jungle... When we would plan to eat the monkeys and study the fruit and read only Thoreau... Those days when we would map out our home in the trees... Ah for those afternoons once again. Lost youth... How tragic; how irretrievable!
Babies, lost.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Hope is never lost; it waits in our hearts like a floating feather. Or, it sits there like a stone, weighing us down. Hope is many things--it can lift you and sink you. Remember that. There is a time to abandon it.
- from i'll tell you one damn thing and that's all i know: Selected Journals of Jann Arden

I have a headache.

Friday, November 05, 2004

(1) What and who is there to hate, and why? I find less and less all the time. Definitely a positive. Of course, that's this week. What about next?

(2) The joys of a wireless keyboard are endless. Seriously.

(3) "'Cathy,' I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, 'Michigan seems like a dream to me now...'"

(4) The agape feast was cool, except for the styrofoam bread. I doubt the symbol of the body of Christ is supposed to melt in your mouth. Don't you?

(5) I need to write letters. To Jana! And Diana, my charming Romanian pen pal whom I communicate with in French. The world is a convoluted place sometimes.

(6) "Watching the cars on the New Jersey turnpike--they've all come to look for America..."

(7) I found the bedding of my dreams today. Having such bedding in one's room, complete with the window treatments and the mosquito netting, would make one feel as though one had instantly stepped through a wormhole to India. (Oh the dark reds, the beads, the satin!) It's $659.49. Or something like that. Maybe God will have it for me in heaven. I'm hoping.

(8) K.C. has made me into a choppy-sentenced individual. I haven't decided whether or not to hurt him for it yet. (Chinese water torture?) ;)

(9) I love my robe. It's so soft, so green, so warm, so expensive, so mine.

(10) "And the moon rose over an open field..."

Thursday, November 04, 2004

So, things have taken an interesting turn.

It's almost like one day I was walking down the street in Riverside, minding my own business, when I turned a corner, looked up, and was suddenly in Taiwan!

Weird...