Blog-azic

I was standing outside the workhouse this morning, drinking a cup of soft and hot white pine tea and listening to the birds (especially the blue jays screech) when I had a thought, which - for some unknown reason - brought me a feeling of comfort. I thought: perhaps God does intervine in the affairs of this world, working his miracles, an apple tree for instance. Perhaps he intervines only rarely so that most of the time the world proceeds under the governance of its own free will. Perhaps the world is happy just to exist and the miracles only remind it of its happiness when it might lose sight of it. Perhaps a sunny day at the very beginings of spring is a miracle. I chewed on a sapling pine today because a friend told me it would taste good. It's like that time in preschool. I was out in the front yard of the massive sandstone church where I spent my days away from my parents (but with my sister) negotiating a deal that would admit me into a elite social group of youngsters, a

I have added two songs to the podcast. The first, "I Want a Girl," is an original written this past weekend. It is a song about many different things (painting a colorful picture, watching a sunset in Key West, tracking a rabbit, a recent hike, a summer trip to Germany). The refrain also vocalizes the desire that I feel for companionship, often in the form of a female companion. I met a strange girl this past weekend. I was at a concert at the Union - a grungy bar. This was a hardcore metal show headlined by a friend of mine, Matt. I was sitting on a folding chair watching a game of pool when she sat next to me. She said I was acting strange - that I seemed too old to be there. I had to think for a minute before I remembered my age, 23, which is the same age she professed. Our conversation ended when I asked her name; she was drawn away. Later that night at the afterparty, I asked for her name again. She seemed offended, mumbled to herself and walked away. And, she called me

Some people say: Valentine's Day was created by Hallmark in order that card sales would be greater than normal. I diagree. Yesterday (February 14), the holiday was on the brain of many. If it were not real, why would people take heed? To celebrate the holiday, Bramble (a dog who resides with me at ACME) and I went for a walk. We walked by the school and found it closed (because of the snow/ice weather). Then we walked to the flower shop. Bramble remained outside whilst I went in to smell the fragrant air. In the middle of winter, I smelt the sweet fragrance of flowers in bloom. Can you believe it?? On the way home, Bramble pooped on someone's lawn (a Valentine's Day gift). Then, I read the encyclopedia. I read about Turkey - a large country located south of the Black Sea, east of the Aegean Sea and north of the Medeteranian Sea, Iraq and Syria. The residents of Turkey (called Turks) are predominantly Muslim (practicing Islam), though the country is a secular state run by a

It is cold. As I write, weather.com informs me that the Fahrenheit thermometer reads 14 degrees. In such cold, life becomes even more acute. A few mistakes can cost one his life. So, yesterday I went not into work. Instead I read a map, ate lots of cheese, drank a beer, conversed with people. Also, I have started a new project. Many moon cycles ago, months and months, I received a shirt from the government in appreciation of my decision to join AmeriCorps*VISTA . Understand, this polo-styled shirt is much too big. Would I ever wear it? No. Saturday I stayed up late - until 4:30PM. It was a day to do something different. In the early morning, I took inventory of my clothes, pulled out the polo, decided to do something with this. Perhaps, I'd give it away. But, no. The fabric is much too precious. Then, I will reduce it to fabric. I've been ripping it apart at the seams. I use a seam ripper. It's tedious work. The first lesson such an activity teaches is patience. Then, it&#