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The first thing he’d do… as President. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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A little weekend reading… Okay, a lot of weekend reading… especially if you connect the dots. I think I hear it… the faint call is becoming louder: … – – – … is becoming …- – -… I started thinking along this line recently as I have been thinking more and more: dot, dot, dot… connect the dots. American people: dot, dot, dot… connect the dots! The I considered Morse Code and the sound of dots and dashes or dits and dah’s. So, in these days, if people are of a mind to hear, they’ll hear the dits…and the connecting…
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McCain & Obama at a dinner… interesting.
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Coyotes are whining and howling in the field. They sound horrible and shrill — like someone is trying to kill them (sometimes I wish someone would). Sounds seem magnified tonight… the dishwasher, the washing machine, the dryer, the icemaker and the water refilling it. O, and the coyotes. Suddenly, they’ve become quiet. Maybe my neighbour said, that’s it… I have been mulling over the bailout plan the senate is expected to vote on tomorrow. I consider many silly scenarios and some sensible ones — several I have written to my reps and sens in the last few days. Now, I’m…
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The sad thing is… all the emotional, sensual, persuasive and innocent hope seems to me to be just a figment of imagination. And yet, the power of suggestion alone is astonishing. Consider the change change could do to change these days.
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I browse the news(and marvel!!) and think of the many times the US has been likened to the Titanic… the ineffable, unsinkable US — the Titanic that was described as the ship that even “God himself could not sink…” Well… I wonder, had he been alive, what would that man have said on April 15, 1912? So you suppose he would have said, “Hmmm, so, all that happened.” Well, so, I’ve been thinking about the Titanic… I’ve been thinking about ‘end times’ and the state of the state and it’s hard not to make comparisons. Really hard. I remembered reading…
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I’m standing on the shore watching the tide roll in and wash out again. Day after day, over and over and over it rolls. Day after day more things are washed up on the beach, more things are uncovered at the water rushes back out to sea leaving the exposed shells and seaweed on the wet sand. Little urchins burrow down and take cover in the wet sand. Over and over the water flows… sand fleas, clams and other shells, starfish — occasionally a beautiful sand dollar is left sparkling in the sun. What delight, what a prize each one…
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I have, on several recent occasions, had opportunity to feel the effects of sitting long on a hard wooden chair. And, I suppose, the more difficult part of sitting on that chair has been to sit there and quietly observe the conversation at the table. I’m not sure if I can sit there quietly bcz I have had increasing experience sitting there or if incredulity keeps me quiet. I know that a slack jaw keeps me quiet on a whole bunch of things — such as the sitting in stunned silence at the progression of the erosion of faith in…
slices of life & views of the day