Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
It’s been a while. I had some regression with my health. And then an Presidential election happened in the US with some ostenisble import. Those two circumstances led to me to revisiting some (para-)political times of the past as we seem to be speedrunning history we have been through before. That remembrance took me down a few odd paths and I got sucked into a lot of reading, listening, and viewing. I might comment a little about those times in...
“There is wisdom, practical wisdom in it, when over a long period of time even health itself is administered only in small doses.” [EDITOR'S NOTE: There is no editor. This post is more disjointed than normal. It was written in spurts over the course of several days between visits to the hospital. Two of those days were punctuated by hours over a toilet.] Medical procedure number one is over with. Medical procedure number two was a wash. The prep for...
“Then he said unto them, O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken: Ought not Christ to have suffered these things, and to enter into his glory? And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself.” I'm a drunk. I don't drink anymore but when I did, it was a problem. A few years after not drinking, I was driving a newly minted...
I've a soft commitment to myself to post on this blog every other day. That's probably a bit ambitious especially as I see how the posts are trending. (You can check out a little analysis run against my posts in this 'short' posted here. I didn't dig into how that readability algorithm is structured. Typically, these metrics get normalized to years within the American education system. And I doubt you would've needed to attend thru grade 60 to read Falling...
“But the prophet, which shall presume to speak a word in my name, which I have not commanded him to speak, or that shall speak in the name of other gods, even that prophet shall die.” There are few sounds that can transport me to another time more than this song.Giorgio Moroder’s synthpop masterpiece, Crash, was the intro to Art Bell’s radio show Coast to Coast AM for decades. Art would use the song for his subsequent shows after leaving...
“Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” A small digression from what I thought I would write today. I had wanted to write a little about the Protestant Productivity Ethic I briefly developed in my last entry, but I happened to hear...
“Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Before men of war and Canadian college professors were cursing at us to clean our rooms, popular guidance on how live a more productive life took on a more genteel, avuncular, and managerial tone. But what hasn't changed within the productivity industry is the assertion that what we do reveals something fundamental about who...
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” What does it say about a man's heart when his ceiling remains on the floor a month after it has fallen? In a former life I worked in Project Management. There are a number of methods and approaches to following a sequence of steps to accomplish a goal. For reasons not even my therapist can discern, I could diligently manage the most complex of projects at work, while struggling...
What do you do when the ceiling is falling? Duck for cover? Run out of the room? Those do seem like reasonable options. I opt for another tack. Ignore it. I’ve been ignoring falling ceilings for a long while. Those ceilings had been metaphorical. Only recently had one become concrete. Literal concrete. Well, I am tired of ignoring the falling ceilings. It’s gotten exhausting, and worse yet, boring. So, this site is to all the fallen ceilings I’ve been ignoring....
