tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717154764528298092012-02-16T03:08:37.929-08:00Lizard CampRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.comBlogger2161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-36233441214141754512012-01-16T09:41:00.001-08:002012-01-16T09:48:24.152-08:00Perhaps the miracle is in the message.Miracles being added on to stories about an extraordinary person do not seem to be uncommon. As we look back at the stories of Jesus, the miracles he is reported to have preformed seem dubious. Do we know, in Jesus, a person or a myth of a person? There is a sense in which I see mystical knowledge that makes it possible for me to consider that the teaching ofRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-79484476966001603462011-12-17T22:52:00.001-08:002011-12-17T23:52:44.434-08:00Third party candidates for president always pose the risk that by voting for them, you siphon off votes from the lesser of the two evils, and end up with the primary evil. Ala Ralph Nader pulling energy from the would be Gore supporters and giving Bush the margin he needed to steal the election (with the help of Jed and the Justices’) So all us Progressives ended up suffering the Bush Light era (Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-80173119826914343182011-12-17T05:06:00.001-08:002011-12-17T05:07:07.337-08:00We watch the sun set from the interior of our cars. In controlled temperatures, at high rates of speed. Going somewhere. The earth turning and the play of light against our atmosphere is a background screen. When was the last time you stood in a field, or on a mountain, or in the desert and watched the entire sunset? For me it has been too long. Too many sunsets passed in staccato glimpses, or Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-84144264307993159472011-10-26T06:42:00.001-07:002011-10-26T06:43:08.452-07:00My new neighbor came out on his porch this am with a wonderful message. He said my tree is going to suprise me. "just wait" he said "It is going to look like it is on fire" When I bought this house, I had hoped it was going to be good. Now I am very pleased.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-73889820088824861852011-09-26T08:09:00.001-07:002011-09-26T08:10:07.572-07:00It’s the little things. Coincidence or God? And For the record, I don’t think of God as a humanesque, being. Or even something with a conscious awareness anything like what we can comprehend. (Sorry to my Judeo/Christian/Moslem friends with anthropomorphic notions of an old man in robe and beard. I mean no disrespect). So. Story. I drove to Liberty to get the hardware for my cabinet job. A Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-90020744040317903962011-09-24T21:02:00.001-07:002011-09-24T21:05:02.780-07:00I took my mom out of the rehab, place today. First trip out since the broken hip. We went to Schlosky’s for a sandwich, got it from the drive up window and ate in a church parking lot in Liberty. She is losing her mind; literally: to Alzheimer’s. She is at the point where she fades in and out of lucidity. We had a really nice time. There was a moment when she looked down at her hands in her lap Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-71065287102151371822011-09-24T17:45:00.001-07:002011-09-24T17:51:15.450-07:00I have been feeling like a homesteader lately. I am puttsing around with stuff on the property. I am thinking about what to do with this portion of the universe that falls under my "ownership". (Seems a strange term when talking about a piece of land). My interests these days are very domestic. Learning to cook and garden. Learning how to live on less. My goals are about living smaller. Not Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-40788003248524593272011-09-22T09:06:00.001-07:002011-09-22T09:09:45.712-07:00Blame is a many splendored thing.My five year old has serious blame issues. She can be in a room all by her self and spill a glass of milk, and immediately blames someone else for it. Someone was saying something and distracted her, or someone put it in the wrong kind of cup, or someone shouldn’t have let her drink it there by herself. It’s really amazing how fast and definite the blame response Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-7487743195160432752011-09-13T12:03:00.000-07:002011-09-13T12:05:45.484-07:00In looking at the beginning of the history of Jesus, what strikes me is that in the two thousand plus years since his arrival on the scene, and in the fourteen hundred some odd years since the Koran was written, neither Jews, Christians, nor Moslems have budged from their basic positions regarding Jesus. Jews still hold that Jesus was not the Christ. Christians still believe that he is, and Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-48593898443268862022011-09-10T21:06:00.001-07:002011-09-10T21:06:16.991-07:009-11-2001Essentially what happened was that a band of criminal psychopathic religious kooks devised a plan and hatched it. Not, mind you, a Country. Not a formidable economic power. Not a strategic military threat. Just a bunch of religious extremists holding out in the most remote of places. They owned no tanks. No aircraft carriers. No nuclear weapons. They didn’t have a Pentagon equivalent. OrRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-9632902038034718472011-09-04T17:05:00.001-07:002011-09-04T17:06:00.645-07:00
Missouri is just a wet place. It’s basically a jungle. I am pretty sure that if all human activity was suspended, the cement and asphalt super structure of Kansas City and the metro would be overgrown and unrecognizable from space in two years. But that is just an estimate from a guy from the arid climate of New Mexico. I do battle here against the growth of God knows what. There are times whenRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-66603051025736676812011-09-04T16:15:00.000-07:002011-09-04T16:16:13.562-07:00“The paper holds their folded faces to the floor and every day the paper boy brings more” Do you tune in, at some level, to the news? Do you watch TV? Or get your news off the radio? Do you ever wonder what the sane people in Germany were thinking during the rise or the Third Reich? You know they could not have all been crazy. People must have been watching what was going on and were thinking “Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-51580000793143441982011-08-01T21:22:00.000-07:002011-08-01T21:23:21.933-07:00“I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I am seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fill up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me, like rain, and I can’t feel anything but Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-52153317472060981442011-07-26T21:01:00.001-07:002011-07-26T21:11:10.567-07:00Nothing can compare and it can ruin you. The color of the ordinary places. The light. The textures. It’s like everything in the normal environment is enhanced by a magnitude. (I am not sure what magnitude). You want life to be like that. How could you not? It’s beautiful. Your life is beautiful. The things around you are beautiful. They are still the things around you. The things around you rightRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-59564369456289493412011-07-16T06:01:00.000-07:002011-07-16T06:04:55.875-07:00Hanging out in my basement, of all places, has proven to be a creative space. It’s an old house basement with old house smells of damp walls and spider dust. I’ve made several passes at it with a shop vac. There is still a lot of cob web and egg sack to suck up. The basement is an open box; four walls, a couple posts, three small windows, the stairs, a brick chimney base, plumbing pipes, wires, Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-18073280932332456512011-07-07T04:45:00.000-07:002011-07-07T20:07:22.415-07:00Fragments:Coming unhinged. From a long strange entanglement. Which was suppose to be “until death do us part”. So maybe this unhingedment is death. A type of death. A death within a life that is bound for death. Something likes that. A death of a cherished outcome. A death of the “best laid plans….” A dying to an identity as a melded one. When you give your life to someone, it is for pretend, or Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-74085043450913524462011-07-07T04:35:00.000-07:002011-07-07T04:38:11.686-07:00I acquiesce. You ask me how it can be that this thing has been allowed to happen and the only answer I can give is that I acquiesce. It is not as if there was one big acquiescence. It isn’t like that. You don’t just arrive at a point and make a big fat harry submission. The point to which you are referring came as a result of ten thousand little acquiescence’s. An allowance here to get there. A Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-57790155674918271702011-07-03T13:41:00.000-07:002011-07-03T14:04:06.659-07:00This is something I came up with one evening doodling in my Journal. It has stuck with me and made more sense as time has passed. I don't know if it will make any sense in the form above. The idea is that most of us begin our relationship lives looking for someone to make us whole. We are needy and looking for someone who needs us as bad as we need them. When we find that person, we enmesh. We Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-83499329848442185232011-07-03T12:28:00.001-07:002011-07-03T12:39:26.639-07:00It’s like I threw together a raft as best I could, under the circumstances, and put it in an unfamiliar river. Some days I feel pretty good. The sky is painted, the water a calm reflection of rippled color. I think, “This is ok. I have everything I need. My live is good.” But always there is an awareness of how tenuous my situation is. One of my lashings could give way, a float could rupture, I Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-49028262975236215162011-06-27T20:34:00.001-07:002011-06-27T20:34:24.137-07:00"it's a God thing" Paint colors-- really? Why not? So, I've been buying oops paints at Clone Despot (Home Depo). $30.00/gal paint that wasn't just the right shade of beage for that discriminating Johnson Co. Wife(or her stay at home hubby) on sale for $5.00/gal. [I,m not that descriminating]. So I pick out tones I like, mix them together, and make colors no one can ever color match. I had this Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-66649973907492492952011-06-21T21:04:00.000-07:002011-06-22T19:20:03.380-07:00Eleven days now in my new old house. First phase of the process, making it livable, is essentially accomplished. By livable I mean a functioning livability. I have the basic necessities. A toilet, running water, a stove.... I have much more than that. I have a very descent abode as is. Yet, least I relax, it is, of course, far from- lets say livable with a capital L. But livability is a milestoneRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-77864247241974515912011-06-21T19:26:00.000-07:002011-06-21T20:25:07.400-07:00"we fasion wood for a house, but it is the emptiness inside that makes it liveable" Tao Te Ching (11)Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-48583969882487612552011-06-20T19:32:00.000-07:002011-06-20T19:38:35.714-07:00 I consider myself fortunate to have seen a lot of natural beauty in the world. I love the places and sights that have been shown to me. I would like to see more. Maybe I will yet. But I will know this, as a man who has raised girls, there is nothing more beautiful to behold than the smile on the face of your child.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-52429773689863826972011-06-20T18:44:00.000-07:002011-06-21T18:49:01.553-07:00Second move in 16 months. The apartment was a lifesaver. "A clean well lighted place". Safe and close to my girls. It was a soft landing pad. A fact I will forever appreciate. It was temporary. I never thought of it as anything else. Now this new old house.... Maybe not so temporary. I hesitate to say I will be staying here for a long time. My life, after all, is a case study in un-intentional Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-88166961469864359822011-06-20T04:19:00.000-07:002011-06-20T04:32:04.940-07:00Piss ant wars. I have a decided size advantage, but they have the numbers. My house is under siege. Little armies of piss ants. They have me surrounded and have well established supply lines, garrisons, seemingly inexhaustible resources of troops. I have been using a barrier spray but it has proven almost entirely useless. My latest tactic is these little traps/bate devices. The idea here is thatRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-36167663921966676972011-06-19T19:01:00.000-07:002011-06-19T19:22:55.792-07:00R.e. Rocky Raccoon. I think I have decided to give the trap back to my neighbor friend. He is at fault for my wavering about whether I really want to trap the raccoon under my porch or not. he was saying that if you relocate a raccoon to a new area, they have to fight for territory and usually die anyway. So, if I take old Rocky across the river and let him go, I am essentially giving him a deathRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-45476193263804625732011-06-19T18:23:00.000-07:002011-07-05T19:58:59.130-07:00So. Awnings eh? Everyone I tell I am going to take them off immediately: because they are ugly, and because I can't see anything out my windows but the inside of them , and because I don't get the light into my house I dearly love, says, "nooooo don't do that. Your heat bill will go wayyyyy up." And I think, "you know, I don't think I care too much about that. What can I be talking, a couple Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-37170138001902032942011-06-19T05:40:00.000-07:002011-06-19T13:05:40.571-07:00 Two men in suits came to my door at ninth and K. (my workshop house in the northeast. It's a distressed area of town) If men in suits come to your door they are either selling religion, or you have trouble with the Feds. These men were the former. Jehovah's Witness, though that didn't matter much. What mattered was that within an extremely brief span of time, the name of Satan was spoken. It Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-45133293109776913562011-06-17T04:20:00.000-07:002011-06-17T22:13:31.218-07:00A friend of mine commented on something he had heard about getting into a relationship at this point in life: we are both currently unattached, he is just over fifty, I am forty eight and recently divorced. The comment was from an aging rock star who, when asked if he was interested in finding a committed relationship, said that anyone he got involved with at his age would be bringing forty plus Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-21565952987355556022011-06-16T04:46:00.000-07:002011-06-16T05:06:38.350-07:00I am moved into my new (old) house; for all extensive purposes. I still have the apartment, but all my stuff is out, except some cleaning supplies and my honey pot for coffee. Both of which I need here. I have pis ants and a raccoon. The pis ants are some how getting into the center of the house and focusing their attentions on my dining room table. The raccoon is apparently living under the Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-13235098256220175052011-04-10T18:51:00.000-07:002011-04-10T19:15:31.531-07:00 The computer says I use fragments in my writing... That so..., and the point is? Fragments. That is good. A metaphor in there. A blog is like a brick you put your name on and they put it in some square, in some mall, in some town somewhere. So you really have something there. And you try not to write something embarrassing. Something you will regret later. But you can delete. Delete. It's very Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-24039414574692088422011-04-06T09:25:00.000-07:002011-04-10T18:45:21.514-07:00 “It’s me. I chose this. I chose all of this. This rock. This rock has been waiting for me my entire life. Every since it was a bit of meteorite a million billion years ago in the dead of space. It’s been waiting to come here. I’ve been moving toward it my whole life. The minute I was born. Every breath I’ve taken. Every action has been leading me to this crack in the earth’s surface” This is Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-82474347264897008022011-04-04T19:38:00.000-07:002011-04-04T20:00:04.732-07:00St Louis, ok, as far as Midwest cities goes, it is what it is. But I have to say. The City Museum, coolest play place ever! Someone, or someone's had way too much fun putting this together. As a craftsman, I was very impressed. If you do not have kids, or don't' go out for climbing around on metal artworks, I recommend it for the pure essence of creative whimsy. This place is the ultimate Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-52498832024811306302011-03-09T14:33:00.000-08:002011-03-09T14:50:02.379-08:00A crude depiction of the fall I took off a scaffold at work this Monday afternoon. I fell about seven feet and landed flat on my back. Somehow I wasn't seriously injured. Though still stiff and suspect I have a couple ribs out of place. I have decided that if I am going to go through a fall like that I will at least ascribe it some meaning. So here it is: The fall was my wake up call out ofRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-7817022232958601532011-02-27T14:50:00.001-08:002011-02-27T14:51:56.641-08:00Circles. Concentric circles. Rings around rings around rings.Voices in chorus. Souls in chorus. Harmonized and full.Drums and heartsVoices calling for justice.Voices calling out. A call and response.Circles of people walking. Hoping.People being present.Accounted for.Accountable.Madison Wisconsin on a cold snowy February day. The capital building, made around a circle. Made to honor a circle. Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-12371206058355073372011-02-16T21:03:00.000-08:002011-02-16T21:15:31.977-08:00It's just pain. It is what makes us human. It is what makes us able to relate to everyone else. Because no one gets through this unscathed. We all hurt. It is just heart pain. Soul pain. Some source of pain. Waves, or pricks, or aches, or gut wrenching nausea producing pain. It's all just pain. And one day we will all go through the worst thing ever. Everyone that has ever lived has Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-72997845532168792312011-02-06T05:05:00.001-08:002011-02-19T19:45:51.536-08:00If I am not actively engaged in a process of positive creation of something, I am, by default, engaged in the process of disintegration and decay. If I don’t have a dream, or a plan, or a goal, or some notion of what it is I want to do, I end up basically sitting around waiting for the next unfortunate event to unfold. I act positively and creatively, or I react to what fills the void.All of lifeRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-36172311877925102822011-01-31T20:28:00.001-08:002011-01-31T20:29:56.110-08:00There are so many people doing so many good things. Green builders, people focusing on fuel and electricity, and solar panels, and sustainable gardening. There are people putting so much energy into social justice and political issues that help make the world better. There are people taking care of others. People risking life and limb to save precious resources, or tell important stories. There Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-12097830579893971782011-01-17T06:14:00.000-08:002011-01-17T06:16:38.812-08:00"a nation that continues year after year to spend more on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death"MLK juniorRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-55923792490120921242011-01-15T07:38:00.000-08:002011-01-16T12:35:58.173-08:00I am not sure anyone drives through Kansas City and thinks; "this is the kind of place I want to live." There is a lot here. There are beautiful places and there are ugly places.The ugly places seem to captivate me. Not so sure what that says about my personality or disposition. Ruin at such a scale. Seeing businesses that far exceed anything I will ever approach laid to waist in rust and tanglesRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-33700079328672154972011-01-04T05:12:00.000-08:002011-01-04T05:14:08.895-08:00Latest favorite question:Does God have an ego? Yes and you tend western, no and you tend eastern, maybe, and you tend liberal, don't give a crap, and you tend athiest or hostil.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-22802337840759673012011-01-03T09:54:00.000-08:002011-01-03T09:55:10.868-08:00Does it matter whether or not God uses frogs?Here is the sentenced from some theological reading I was doing discussing the events leading to the exodus:“Whether or not god uses frogs, bugs, disease, darkness, wind, and water as agents, clearly, God wills Israel’s salvation and Israel is saved”Clearly? Really? What is being said here is that we don’t know if God uses frogs or not, but we do know Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-54453215363410877272010-12-06T03:52:00.000-08:002010-12-06T04:43:10.253-08:00So. Imagine two strings threaded through a bed that can run up and down the strings changing the shape of two opposing triangles. The bead represents where we are. It is the present moment. The top triangle is all that has transpired to create the present moment. the bottom triangle is all that will transpire from the present moment on. The bead pushed to the top represents early life. at Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-31044472178322473472010-12-05T05:08:00.000-08:002010-12-05T05:27:29.885-08:00Sweat lodge in Baldwin Kansas. The Light Center. New Age Hippi Voodoo place alive and kick'n in the great state of creationists. The lodge is the dome shape of sticks. It gets covered with the blankets hanging in the background. Then plastic. A big fire heats rocks for the sweat. It's a ceremonial event. Though, like most things, it varies wildly based on who is leading it. Go in open Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-55073098770686157742010-11-08T04:55:00.000-08:002010-11-08T15:32:56.427-08:00There are a few things it is important to remember. Things that get forgotten easily. Like to breath with some conscious awareness. And to forgive. Over and over and over. Yourself and others. Especially yourself..., and those others that are so easy to resent. It's important to remember why to forgive. And that forgiving is as necessary as breathing. Knowing that I have to forgive and Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-74918822231268149672010-11-05T16:03:00.000-07:002010-11-05T16:05:46.243-07:00Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-33194346419587304722010-11-01T17:43:00.000-07:002010-11-01T17:49:57.223-07:00Seeing the reactions of CNN, NBC, and CBS to the Rally to Restore Sanity, I am pleased that they snubbed it. Anything less would have been evidence that they were not hit hard enough. Seeing the reaction of Chris Mathews and Olberman had me saying, "oh, that is why I am not watching those guy's anymore. They really don't get it." Thank you Huff post for the coverage, and, thank you Amy Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-635708446954248182010-11-01T17:13:00.001-07:002010-11-01T17:17:31.277-07:00I spend a lot of time alone. I work all day, for the most part, alone. I make the drive back and forth alone. Now that I am put out of the big house (divorced), I spend a number of evenings and mornings alone. I spend a lot of time in my head. I get my news, when I can swallow it, like the rest of us. It’s mostly ugly. For long stretches it is unbearably bleak. The local news is hopelessly lost Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-58549236062437693952010-10-31T19:33:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:46:37.830-07:00Imagine your self packed in to a crowd of 250 or so thousand people who's cumulative intention is to express the desire for a more civil discourse. Imagine, if you can, a gathering of significance where people are invested in driving thousands of miles, or taking planes, or getting there anyway they can, so they can simply stand for tolerance and a constructive approach to different opinions Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-36930232790722141212010-10-18T19:27:00.000-07:002010-10-18T19:29:30.212-07:00Cain and AbleTwo ways to take this story 1) at face value, and 2) to read all kinds of stuff into it that really isn’t there. At face value we have a story that doesn’t make much sense, explains almost nothing , and leaves us asking all kinds of questions about what it might mean. Thus the compulsion to read all sorts of stuff into it.If we take it at face value: Adam and Eve recently evicted Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-19732176050273812332010-10-08T19:50:00.000-07:002010-10-08T19:57:44.481-07:00If you think of people as consisting of many layres, and consider that perhaps one of those layres, a very thin layer, consisting of a very tiny percentage of the sum of all the layers, is the layer where we find all our differences in the areas of religion and politics, it becomes remarkable to consider the amount of concentration and emphasis we apply to that one very thin layer. * pic from Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-53294296100022683932010-10-03T05:05:00.000-07:002010-10-03T05:22:59.968-07:00* pic care of google images (burning man)...being put out of the house, as it were, like a dog no longer wanted, or a furnace that isn't efficient enough any more, or a picture you once thought was extraordinary and no now just makes you feel stupid... one finds oneself on the proverbial street looking around and wondering what to do with oneself. It's funny the notions that pop into your head. "Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-79463226232367431412010-10-02T08:43:00.000-07:002010-10-02T08:44:24.340-07:00 Tee shirt I would like to findRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-34117716975244508262010-10-02T04:20:00.000-07:002010-10-02T07:05:56.305-07:00I have a notion about learning music organically. It goes like this: I am not going to play guitar like Eric Clapton or Jimmy Hendrix, and I will never pick a banjo like Earl Scruggs. I won't play in a band and have to know a bunch of standard pieces. There are plenty of people who can do that. If I want to hear something that sounds like BB King. I am perfectly content to put on a BB King song Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-69960653653781220642010-09-25T21:01:00.000-07:002010-09-25T21:12:55.461-07:00 The Daily Show is the only news show I can stomach these days. That's not true. I listen to Democracy Now. Sometimes. But I watch Stewart and enjoy the hell out of it. It is as close a thing (Democracy Now not withstanding) to actual news going these days. Stewart's montages of blatant hypocrisy are fantastic. Thank you God that some one is able to pull that stuff together. After the big Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-80825026635297425232010-09-23T18:01:00.000-07:002010-09-23T18:17:39.137-07:00Do your work like art. What's the difference? You do your art like art. You put yourself into it. You loose yourself in it. Time passes unnoticed. You get your satisfaction. What is so different about your work? Hang Sheetrock with intent and passion. Or sculpt a face in a block of wood. Or put on a bead of solder, on a flame, in a contorted position, and feel the flux burn your arms as Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-15812923548732993482010-09-21T04:38:00.000-07:002010-09-21T04:51:56.727-07:00If by terrorize you mean to cause us to fear and thus do irrational things out of fear, than who, seeing the rise of Beck and Palin and their ilk, after the 911 bombings, and the response of the nation to war against and pulverize mud houses in far away lands, and to break long standing civil protections, and to allow the President and his henchmen to commit war crimes and lies of the most vile Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-72706976921214181582010-09-20T04:00:00.000-07:002010-09-21T04:38:21.346-07:00The experience of transcendence is an experience of super-consciousness. The prospects of super-consciousness are intoxicating to the ego (just ask anyone who has dropped acid). The catch, however, is that to experience super-consciousness, the ego has to relinquish control absolutely. This relinquishment of control contradicts the purpose of an ego and amounts to the death of self. So, naturallyRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-12814241742903288242010-09-19T05:19:00.001-07:002010-09-19T05:19:44.564-07:00Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-84254346699412171912010-09-15T04:52:00.000-07:002010-09-15T06:05:30.786-07:00If I wore a watch, which I don't, it would have to be a Micky Mouse watch because Micky Mouse is the best representation of the need for time keeping I can think of. If I have to watch the news, which I don't these days, it has to be Stewart or Colbert because the only sanity saving approach to what is going on is to laugh at the absurdity. I am actually very grateful for Stewart and Colbert. Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-20233208719984801922010-09-13T03:53:00.000-07:002010-09-13T04:04:33.917-07:00I am not a huge amusement park fan. But there are some things you do in life for the kids. And If I have to do it, a day like yesterday is as good as it gets. Actually we had a blast. Secret. Go on a Sunday very late in the season, get the last day of the discount rates, stop at a sandwich shop and get lunch for later, load up on Quik Trip pop, and hit the pavement. We had perfect weather, Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-7367415541861153452010-09-11T20:13:00.000-07:002010-09-12T04:55:04.660-07:00Very often what is happening in my life physically, externally, mechanically and in the tangible realm is a mirror reflection of what is going on internally, spiritually, in the realm of the intangible. Currently, for example, I have been working on moving my workshop to a property that has been a rental house. On the surface, this is a simple enough endeavor. I need a workshop, My renter left Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-6609245253648236672010-09-11T05:01:00.000-07:002010-09-11T20:13:50.671-07:00If the overall racist makeup of an area can be determined by a simple calculation of how much time it takes after entering a cafe till the first racial slur is overheard, than I am getting the notion that I live in a frighteningly racist area. My notion, based on completely unscientific perceptions, is that the frequency at which I hear racial slurs is much increased in these latter days. I Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-62797139832957351462010-09-07T18:03:00.000-07:002010-09-07T18:08:30.676-07:00 If you do not know who Lucinda Williams is, might I suggest a listen. If you, like me, are in one of those places in life where depressing mournful relationship music is just what you need for your soul tonic. She's really good. I am so grateful for these kinds of people. Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-27276761443272065362010-09-07T17:19:00.000-07:002010-09-07T17:50:58.892-07:00There is a quaint little place in my home town where children still play outside. Where folks sit on the porch and neighbors talk to each other over the fence. Where the ice cream truck stops for kids who's parents are no were in sight. Where young ladies walk down the sidewalks past the town drunk and no one pay it any mind. In this place neighbors know each other and go across the street for Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-23056445219146005602010-09-07T16:49:00.000-07:002010-09-07T17:15:17.950-07:00Froggy went a court'n and he got devoured uh huRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-55584199176735605092010-09-06T05:05:00.000-07:002010-09-06T05:07:56.498-07:00CliffsThere is something to be said about standing on the edge of a high cliff. The kind of cliff that has an un-survivable fall. A rocky gorge, or a terraced mesa top, or a canyon that provides a spot with an actual point between life and death. A place were you can press yourself against that thin membrane dividing your sure footing on solid ground and an irrevocable plunge into the abyss.ThereRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-47060344992958008582010-09-05T05:02:00.000-07:002010-09-05T05:07:57.249-07:00Fading intellect and vision clarity. Edges rounding off like river rocks. Teeth wearing chips. So much seems tired. Looking at a fresh day with milky eyes. Remembering when fires burned in frontal lobes. Road trips and sleeping under stars. Steeling America. Stabbed by conscious awareness of waves and waves of history in rocks. Now I ache more. And wonder how I will get through the next days Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-43500644514206497922010-09-04T04:36:00.000-07:002010-09-04T04:38:49.531-07:00Creative conceptualization and the expansion of knowledge.Let’s begin with a few terms. Reality: All that exists in the phenomenal universe. This includes what we are aware of as existing as well as all of what exists that we have no concept, or perception, or experience of. Knowledge: the sum total of what humans know about what reality is. Imagine an all inclusive circle representing all that Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-86924396660833812142010-09-03T03:55:00.000-07:002010-09-03T04:36:04.677-07:00Depression is a choice. With the exception of some kind of biochemical imbalance, run of the mill depression is a choice. It is. admittedly an odd choice, but it is one we seem inclined toward making. Depression is sort of the default option. It is what gets selected when no other option is consciously selected. If I am depressed today and do nothing to change my disposition, the chances are veryRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-67967395003532116932010-08-30T17:32:00.000-07:002010-08-30T17:46:01.546-07:00 I am making progress at the studio/workshop. Pretty much have it secured now, though still concerned. New security door made with the welder and the new used cutting torchTwo old lockers I picked up off the curb and some of the west bottoms lumber I picked up. I took a small hand planer to the wood to skim it. left some of the color. The metal star and moon are the cut outs from the frontRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-16882610682246432532010-08-29T16:56:00.000-07:002010-08-29T17:25:54.134-07:00When in the course of human events it becomes necessary to make a joyful noise..... do so with the best possible set up you can afford. Having messed around for quite a while now with a plethora of different guitars and amplifiers, I think I am finally settled in with my Mexican tele and my Marshall amp. By hook and crook (no crookary actually) I have wheeled, and dealed, and bargain hunted Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-37981861384615514682010-08-28T08:44:00.000-07:002010-08-28T10:38:15.809-07:00 There once was a terrible giant with a big stick in his hand and he made all the people in a village do things they didn't want to do. He stopped them from doing things they wanted to do. He made the fisherman farm the fields, and the Taylor go out to see. he made the butcher's daughter marry the hat maker and he made the preacher live at the hog farm. The children could make no kites, and the Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-67574252767893932932010-08-19T15:46:00.000-07:002010-08-19T15:59:23.221-07:00 Remember those band saw blades? (post pic below some where) Here is use number one for a pile of rusted band saw blades. I still have a pile so stay tuned for more creative uses for them. I am very excited that my Craig's list welder worked. It took a while to get around to wiring a 50 amp plug and breaker for it. And I had to do some reading about how to use the thing. Seems to work Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-17660987533419454032010-08-12T04:30:00.000-07:002010-08-12T04:52:43.748-07:00 signs on the freeway flashing ozone alert. don't fuel up if you don't have to. don't mow the lawn. don't breath unnecessarily. or.... or we will die of ozone? it's a race. the sun, or the chemicals in my food, or the fluoride in the water, or the secret e.l.f. waves from the Russians, or the radiation from my apples, or the microbes in my sheets, or the micro waves from my cell phone, or Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-19940045616088144752010-08-11T18:50:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:12:08.366-07:00(came across this writing in an old note book this morning. not a dated journal so I don't know when I wrote it)the eulogywords spoken stiffly. words embalmed with pretentiousness. you could watch them fall out of the mouth like broken teeth. words no one hears. no one is listening. the posture and positioning of the listeners is as false and unauthentic as your eulogy. we face each other lying.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-26893341960403407112010-08-07T08:11:00.001-07:002010-08-07T08:17:35.746-07:00 Ah the good old days when working guys smoked and manuals cared enough to warn them of the lurking hazards of imminent death.p.s. thanks John for the manual and the laughRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-25487989752355777852010-08-02T22:05:00.000-07:002010-08-03T04:45:33.729-07:00 Not your every day basement post column wrapsThis is basically what a day in the life of a remodel carpenter looks like. Actually, this is a clean day. Dry wall up, and painted, these columns were the last thing to do before the carpet goes down.This is old window and door casing, and some solid pine beaded tongue and groove board cut into shorts, glued on Masonite, edged with 3/4 X3/4 pine, andRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-64929059850250263822010-08-01T18:50:00.000-07:002010-08-01T19:29:03.231-07:00You never know when you are going to need a pick up load of humongous rusted band saw blades. I picked these up at an auction in the bottoms. These things are about an inch and a quarter wide and make a circle with a diameter of about five feet. I don't know what I am going to do with them. I know it won't have anything to do with what they were intended for. I have a couple ideas already.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-9220332424515799292010-07-29T19:30:00.000-07:002010-07-29T20:02:31.927-07:00Hospitable places are sometimes not what you would imagine. The desert, for instance, where I spent many days, walking in open range land, unused land, foreboding terrain. Be held by a rock weather shaped to cradle you comfortably. Sit in clean sand. Lie in the night air and watch stars intensify with your head on your hands. Who would imagine the intimately hospitable place a desert can be.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-78195372061478512642010-07-28T20:13:00.000-07:002010-07-28T20:33:01.786-07:00 If you can't be famous: Be authentic. Along those same lines: If you can't live in the wild wild west, or on the frontier, or explore space: than make the best of what there is around you. As for me, one of the best things about Kansas City has always been the West Bottoms. The bottoms was down town Kansas City till it got underwater one year in the 50's. Then they decided to move it up toRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-30723242031113231002010-07-25T22:45:00.000-07:002010-07-25T22:53:51.592-07:00 This office chair has had several incarnations, the last one prompted when my toddler wet the former upholstery. I sanded off the finish and went with my favorite jar of aniline turquoise die. It has a water based poli finish. The upholstery was from a garage sale (of course) for .50 centsRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-21405896214409408332010-07-25T22:35:00.000-07:002010-07-25T22:43:08.498-07:00This is the top piece of a cabinet I made to go over my computer desk. It is supported with a framework of half inch copper tube and sits on a table I made years ago from lumber I found in our last house. The case is made of oak and corrugated plastic panels. All of which were leftover scraps from previous cabinet jobs. The lights are just blue rope lights from Clone Despot (Home Depo) that Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-34087803750741900332010-07-25T18:33:00.001-07:002010-07-26T20:12:47.867-07:00Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-40235661847509636812010-07-21T13:59:00.000-07:002010-07-21T14:26:08.352-07:00I acquiesce. That is what I do. That is why my life looks like what it looks like today. That is why I live in Missouri, a state I don't actually care for. I acquiesced. That is why I got mixed up with a strange and profoundly un-me-like church. And why I accepted, and tried to act out a priesthood office in said church. Because I acquiesce. The decisions I make, and have made, are largely what Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-79177810628689255692010-07-21T07:04:00.000-07:002010-07-21T07:18:17.319-07:00 I neglect to journal regularly at my own peril. Having conditioned my mind to use this process to think things through more thoroughly than I am otherwise able. Also knowing that most of the important realizations I have about what is going on with me, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, come as a gift from this endeavor. Insight and hard truth. Awareness of irony. Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-84772770527033866422010-07-18T21:00:00.000-07:002010-07-18T21:02:50.655-07:00 Hum... I wonder what today will be?Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-79812747886305250802010-07-18T20:47:00.000-07:002010-07-20T05:46:20.980-07:00 Life is a cavalcade of curiositiesevery day is something new and something strange to see one day you have it sussed the next day you're on your kneesRandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-34695341878369800702010-07-18T18:25:00.000-07:002010-07-18T20:07:10.388-07:00 Temple Temple LotIn the words of the venerable Maxwell Smart"Missed it by that much"From the porch on my apartment I can see the exact lot of land where Jesus is going to come back and establish his new kingdom. That is, I should say, if you subscribe to a particular paradigm of thought that was brought about by a sharp young lad out of upper New York State, in the early 1800's. That lad was Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-55788246369220129942010-07-18T08:51:00.000-07:002010-07-18T08:53:05.233-07:00The Starbucks stops here!Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-77191516532979674552010-07-18T08:06:00.000-07:002010-07-18T08:40:28.662-07:00What is a butterfly in the wind of a hurricane? What is a conscious mind in the sea of history and circumstance? What is as delicate as a dragonfly wing? What is as evaporative as a thought - as a moment of awareness? Some pressures play in my head. I should be this or that.... Should have done some thing with this time... something more than what I have done. As if a butterfly could blow Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-34114898456603636122010-07-14T19:43:00.000-07:002010-07-14T20:55:09.855-07:00 I have to say, speaking as someone who spent most of my life flipping past golf on TV - almost as fast as I flipped passed televangelists, I am now a full fledged fan of the game. I read the above book, by the way, and recommend it. But don't expect anyone I know to actually read it. You might be surprised, but golf, like a lot of things, either gets to you or it doesn't. It got me. It began as Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-42353967215657698812010-07-14T03:43:00.000-07:002010-07-14T03:54:33.117-07:00 Hero in Haiti. Sean Penn on the ground living out the best of humanity.(post directly below this one is a link to full interview on Democracy Now. July 14) I was uplifted and hugely impressed by an interview on Democracy Now yesterday with Sean Penn. He was interviewed by Amy Goodman in his refugee camp in Haiti. Wow!. This is the kind of thing I want to tell my kids about. These are the Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-86720730714383946202010-07-14T03:39:00.000-07:002010-07-14T03:39:35.057-07:00A daily TV/radio news program, hosted by Amy Goodman and Juan Gonzalez, airing on over 800 stations, pioneering the largest community media collaboration in the U.S.A daily TV/radio news program, hosted by Amy Goodman and Juan Gonzalez, airing on over 800 stations, pioneering the largest community media collaboration in the U.S.Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-75689328133577593292010-07-13T19:15:00.000-07:002010-07-13T19:40:13.538-07:00Poor Man's Therapy A small bucket of golf balls at the public range cost $4.00. That's about 35 golf balls. A used driver can be found for $5.00, and a really cheep new one can be purchased for $20.oo (the driver, unless you break it can be used over and over again). Here is how i get my cheep therapy. I take my bucket of balls and move over to a place at the range where no one will be Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-51829354214323685072010-07-13T03:42:00.000-07:002010-07-13T04:08:34.256-07:00the amazing cheapness of stuff. confessions of a garage sale junkie. we seem to have achieved some critical mass of stuff in america. a point where things are so abundant that they are replaced before they break, are discarded for a new color, or upgraded model, or just to make room for more stuff. stuff is bulging from our houses. garage sales are like little purge vomits once in a while Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-65612377713836095352010-07-11T18:49:00.000-07:002010-07-12T04:05:47.754-07:00life is messy and sublime. i am blessed and broken. i live the full catastrophe and float in a dream above ten thousand tragic events. my flesh tears open and my blood spills like milk. i survive falls and bounce on cement. my ego is dashed and crushes like a pop can under a car wheel. my ego is an impenetrable fortress. my heart is expansive like vapor and clouds forming mountainous on the Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-16977401823020420352010-07-11T11:21:00.000-07:002010-07-12T04:09:16.652-07:00"One woman support system"Lebron James doesn't impress me. For that kind of money, you should be ridiculously good at playing basketball. Obama - i was impressed, but now it just seems like he is reading the same old script. i am not easy to impress. musicians impress me, but only on a certain level. movers and shakers, yea, ok a little. activist risk takers for good causes, a little more. i Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-36489639022831298192010-07-10T19:06:00.000-07:002010-07-12T04:09:44.340-07:00it's in the nature of bitterness and resentment that we feel ourselves uniquely afflicted. of course we are not. these blights on the human condition are as common as warts and pimples. i will do well to remember this when i am struggling. to remember that what i am going through is a territory as vast as a desert. souls are being dragged through this emotion-scape all the time, surviving, dying,Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871715476452829809.post-2397686155491305322010-07-09T03:38:00.000-07:002010-07-09T03:39:00.698-07:00Randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00943349465380315031noreply@blogger.com1