tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309359912012-02-16T00:55:27.976-07:00It's not not about religion [and other stories]Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-34083760875750901312008-04-02T20:31:00.003-06:002008-04-02T20:39:39.887-06:00

Sometimes I get covered with the things that are all over other people's lives and I suddenly find myself there...I was at brewery today [because it's Wednesday] and missing my lover because he was off doing himself things as he should...and I struck up a conversation with a friend of mine. A friend who, if I were still the sort of girl who were still shopping for lovers I would consider [if only

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-68235237549566595172008-03-25T13:24:00.006-06:002008-03-25T14:40:29.018-06:00

As I sit here at my desk drafting a letter to my elected officials, with things generally being sort of upside down out there in the US economy [and it's looking like the global economy too], and my general belief that the government hasn't been quite right at any point in my life, I have at times been guilty of fearing that the bottom will soon drop out of everything that I know and we'll all

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Recently, as in last night at 1:40 MDT, it occurred to me that my writer's block of late has mostly to do with this weblog. There are of course, other factors in play [full-time job, full-time friends, full-time fiance, full-time internet addiction], but mostly the problem is that every time I write I hear someone else's voice reading over my shoulder.That someone is you [whoever you are]. Who [

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I have had cause to think about living today, if only because life ends in death. The father of a close personal friend of my fiance's died over the weekend. Maybe that seems disconnected from me, but it isn't. I'd at least met this man before. Though one does not need necessarily be acquainted with someone to see the hole left by the absence of his life. Of course I didn't know this man at

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-12759287392989009482007-05-11T08:49:00.000-06:002007-05-19T10:59:55.472-06:00

I input the data. I dream up how we should order the data. I brought work home with me tonight. In the books [I didn't even know] I've kept little lifemarks [intended to be bookmarks] from the random occurrences of my life. It used to be my job to write down these little lifemarks [signed by author, with postcard postmarked July 2005, with fraternity Rush flyer fall 2002].And I'm not a library

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-67545848239338885162007-04-29T17:21:00.000-06:002007-05-19T10:59:32.917-06:00

The call signs on radio stations here begin with K. Back home they started with W.I get to thinking sometimes that there are a lot of things in my life that are here for a reason. For instance: my boss is here to a) teach me to stand up for myself in a nice and professional way [instead of like a 3-year-old child], and to b) remind me what it is that I have decided not to be [for better or for

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-57828666538195366042007-04-15T15:19:00.000-06:002007-05-19T10:59:13.118-06:00

There are these wedding things, which are necessary to be married, where married is maintaining some union with another human being over a period of time that some other party has witnessed. It is comprised of two or more people, is often between a man and a woman, sometimes results in offspring, and is often expected to last for the length of the committed parties' lives.The "wedding" and all of

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-42753696217775450802007-04-08T23:27:00.000-06:002007-04-08T23:54:53.470-06:00

I get to thinking these days... thinking about all the same shit.The climate is changing where I live, and where I used to live, and places that I have never lived [everywhere]. And everyone seems to finally be talking about something going wrong. And that is almost disheartening because every time people stop to talk about shit they can't shut up long enough to fix anything.My neighbor might

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-75067728206882542372007-03-29T07:42:00.000-06:002007-04-08T23:54:27.259-06:00

Today is my birthday. I am now 24 years old. When I was a kid I didn't really think about what would happen to me passed 20 because I thought it would all be set up by that point. Someone needs to start explaining to kids that being a grown-up is not something that happens all at once.I was at a dinner party of sorts last night with all of my new co-workers at my boss's house. My boss's kids were

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-90673444007817588452007-02-28T16:50:00.000-07:002007-03-02T15:43:24.754-07:00

Master Sleeve has sent me some more photos of his creations. I especially like this one of the bunny in utero. It's ears have yet to form, and it's internal organs are undeveloped.There are also a number of bunny's like Zeigh-mark that now live in several other US cities. I'm unaware if any are abroad. Unfortunately, I can't tell where all these fellows reside because the resolution isn't that

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-84806726126201196722007-02-27T16:49:00.000-07:002007-03-15T17:37:20.399-06:00

I'm rooting for the winter.Come on winter! Come on winter!I don't want to think that winter might go away. It's the strangest of the seasons. And this my first real winter in 12 years.Yesterday I saw a little pink girl in a little pink waterproof suit in a little pink waterproof suit sized hole in the snow. Tomorrow I will see icicles, and bird tracks, and boot prints, and all the plow's flotsam

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-80331090284924014212007-02-26T13:26:00.000-07:002007-02-26T13:42:41.022-07:00

Part I: at nightPart II: by day

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One day when I was 15 and sitting in my biology class, my favorite teacher at the time put [essentially] this slide on his overhead projector. He said that when CO2 levels go up we here on earth experience a spike in temperature and then the ocean currents will all to hell with themselves and we could find ourselves in an unpredictable global climate scenario. I remember feeling vaguely sick

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-10550657632414625352007-02-11T13:46:00.000-07:002007-02-10T17:34:28.946-07:00

Dear Dad,I've lived in Helena about a month now and I like it a lot more than I ever liked North Carolina. I miss some people, but overall I almost never think of home. Home for the last 12/13 years. I still don't have a job, and I've yet to make many friends, but I feel like this is the best place on earth to be yourself. Maybe I'm just really an adult now and can't be bothered to care very much

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-41182473790615854902007-02-02T18:41:00.000-07:002007-02-02T19:16:28.264-07:00

It is now the appropriate time to introduce you properly to [Abraham] and his little sister Zeigh-mark. Here they are enjoying a passage from Ecclesiastes.Master Sleeve, in his near infinite wisdom, saw fit to create a little sister companion for [Abraham] on his great journey. Zeigh-mark enjoys reading the texts of the world's religions and cross-country skiing. [Abraham] would rather attend

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-54304420846798353132007-01-19T16:02:00.000-07:002007-05-19T11:00:33.972-06:00

[this one goes out to the 34th anniversary of Roe v. Wade 1973]I passed a billboard the other day that read, "Pregnant? You have options." and found myself resenting the pro-life / pro-choice debate's intrusion into my live. It bugs me. Because at the end of the day I refuse to believe that people who are pro-choice are baby-killers any more than I believe that pro-lifers are religious zealots

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-934357568680348172007-01-18T14:31:00.000-07:002007-01-18T15:07:13.400-07:00

Thinking of everyone who's been through here over the years. Crowded really. But all I have is my little window to stare out, gaze over the parking deck. Watching cars go by, cops pulling people over, birds flying around erratically. Passersby.Everyone I've ever met has left their mark on me. Some deeper than others. There are a few I could just forget if I didn't stop to count them on my

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-80676508108601759142007-01-15T15:48:00.000-07:002007-01-15T16:32:29.108-07:00

We all take the warmth provided by our boilers, heat-pumps, furnaces and electrical baseboards for granted. We think to ourselves that we would never want to live in a place like Alaska or Greenland or Russia because it's just too cold.But what about the people who live there?I have to tell you, in pretty short time what used to be cold at 40 degrees is now luxuriously warm, and what was once so

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-30844878063591862122006-11-25T19:19:00.000-07:002006-11-25T19:34:02.156-07:00

Blissfully empty, even, calm. Feeling through my skin clothing, metal, plastic, furniture and the weight of myself in my chair. Seeing all the small things …individual hairs, creases in shirts and pants, chips in the paint …hearing all the soft things[…]Nearly 9 years old, so compact, taking up almost no space and cold. So climate controlled, clenched and eager [..?] All things of relevance fall

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On the inside of my head there is this beautiful, scrawling script recording all the singularities I perceive. It persists even when I falsely believe that my subconsciousness has been distracted by my consciousness. And at night when I am by myself it is projected on my infinitely receeding ceiling until it reaches reaching.When I walk down the street and I see my reflection in a window it

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I've been out of commission [mostly] on the Religious Left for a while. Not intentionally, and not for lack of trying. I just don't like anything much I've been writing these days.So I welcome some suggestions [be careful what you ask for you just might get it] and that should make the month of December a little bit better here on the Left.For now back to all the peripheral stuff that I'm

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In the beginning there was everything and it knew all of itself. It had no wisdom and it had no ignorance. It only was. It had no singularity and it had no multiplicity, except that it was one and many and everything and nothing.In the beginning there was everything and nothing, and there was silence and there was cacophony. And it knew of itself and of not itself. And it sought to teach itself

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Irene,I exist as much as I don’t exist. In the spirit of questions, is it the wondering that makes it necessary? At this point all of it seems to be story. I thought I saw you here the other day.That your life would be a joy,GregoryGregory,What makes it necessary isn’t apparent to me, but the wondering seems to drive me to action. What are you like? So many things come along with a question like

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We abstract ourselves...There was once a self-replicating molecule. Did it know that one day there would be innumerable species on the planet? That there would be [at least] one with the capacity to contemplate why it was here at all?To be a pure biological determinist [for a second] let us think about human life as just life. Let us think about life as the segment of time between something

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-1159150008174740162006-09-24T19:41:00.000-06:002006-11-24T19:46:04.796-07:00

It’s going to rain. Maybe before I finish any complete thought other than to establish the weather. Raining.I’ve been raining a lot lately…it’s going to snow soon.I am all folding in [invaginating]. It smelled like fall for the first time today. Weary for bed. So tired of all the time being. Rest.I want to believe that today was not a hiccough. I was so furiously silent. So aptly vociferous. I

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It rained last night [always wondered what the “it” meant, not everyone has it there, you know]. No clouds today, blue skies everywhere, circumambulating…past construction from there to here. Reflection of backlit leaves, amid crushed seeds and fallen sticks, in a puddle that trembles before pedestrians.[...]Rush of motorists while yielding. A man hand-windsurfing out the passenger-side window.

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-1158415953418902272006-09-16T07:48:00.000-06:002006-11-24T19:47:56.442-07:00

The Abrahamic religions [Judaism, Christianity and Islam - the ones we can blame for the hegemonic idea of "religion" in the first place] seem to have some principles in common. These are the things that Moses, Jesus and Muhammed all said......you know like: "be nice to each other," "take care of people who can't take care of themselves," "try to be happy," "follow God/Allah's rules."All these

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Looking out on the meaninglessness.The meaninglessness has always been okay. I am not bothered that the -ness contains no meaning. What bothers me is others' assertions that I look very closely at the meaning that they have created instead of the meaning that I have created.Look Z. Look at my meaning. I built an entire building out of it and it is the strongest building anyone has ever seen. It's

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Today I conceived of a world where there are no longer books being mass-published. Where everything that you need to read is on the internet. Oh it will never happen [studies say] because people have to have a certain physical connection with the things that they read, they need physical analogs to understand the world so we could never get all of our information from the internet and not from

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-1156546128805564452006-08-25T16:13:00.000-06:002006-11-24T19:57:52.718-07:00

Meet [... ...].I would tell you his name, but if I did that he would go mad, kill you and then explode.This is not my doing.For [... ...]'s god is an awesome and powerful god, and a good friend of mine. Master Sleeve is the god of [... ...]. He fashioned [... ...] from pink felt. [... ...] is one of many pink felt bunnies, but the only one who's name is secret.The reason for my introducing [...

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[:The Hawaiian Pidgin New Testament. Orlando: Wycliffe Bible Translators, 2000. Courtesy of the prophet of the lord god who is three thirds]Introduction [What Dis Book Say]Dis book, da first one dat give da local Hawaiian Pidgin fo da whole New Testamen from da Bible. Had 26 local peopo dat stay talk Pidgin from smal kid time, dat wen translate dis book. Dey work 12 year, but not everybody same

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I went to somewhere that's not a place anymore. And yet it still resembled a place. It bore the mark of a where and a when that is being reclaimed by nowhere and never. Other's have known it at different times, in varying states of existence, but I was not-there just yesterday. Soon it will only be a vaguely remembered place, a patch of something that was something else.It will always be

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The United States of America is a nuclear aggressor. We are the only nation to ever use nuclear bombs offensively in an armed conflict [you might have heard about it]. The Russians were going to drop the bomb...going to drop the bomb...going to drop the bomb, but they never did.Maybe no one has noticed [Israel], but there is some shit [Lebanon] going on in Iran. The UN is waving it's dick around

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-1154488848869105962006-08-01T19:24:00.000-06:002007-05-19T11:01:24.210-06:00

I feel like everyone has been to Walmart at least once, and if you live in America you've probably been innumerable times. Why? Because everything is there in one place and it's all inexpensive.I went to Walmart this weekend to get house supplies because I moved and needed a specific list of things. This is my story. On [at the time] the hottest day of the year, I drive to the Walmart in my newly

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She is sitting at the kitchen table with a little notebook while her two children play in the backyard. The page is blank and the pen hovers over it, apprehensive. Giving into herself, against her better judgment, she writes.A letter to my dead husband:Paul,I am almost angry with you for being killed by an RPG. Mostly I am angry with you for leaving me here with our two children to explain about

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-1154306342933287242006-07-30T18:19:00.000-06:002006-11-24T20:04:14.754-07:00

She walks by in a pleated skirt, swaying with her gentle gait. A shimmer of soft hair, curling out of her bun in subtle tendrils and wisps. The most beautiful creature of the day, and maybe ever, with the glory of the sunlight radiating. The embodiment of and explanation for love at first sight.It doesn't matter [most of the time] what is meant by speech. Usually it is what is inferred that

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Death comes to us all.Death comes unexpectedly.Do not fear death.I was a little girl. On my bed to look out the window. Still almost dark. I saw magical creatures in the trees.I was an old woman, asleep in my bed covered in quilts and wasting away. I had asked to not be resuscitated.A human being is an animal and wil remain so in life. Animals are mortal. There are two ways to be an animal: alive

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Dining al fresco and write-write-writing [to you]. There is a man at the table next to mine. We are each alone and eating absentmindedly. He's write-write-writing too and in the same notebook as me, with the same pen, facing the same direction.Every few minutes he looks over at me trying to create a moment where our eyes meet. Oh the romance of meeting eyes with a stranger, writing in the same

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An expanding/contracting smallness holds infinite angels on the head of a pin. To angels, the heads of pins and infinite angels are at times sized congruently. For humans such a notion is whimsy, fancy or insanity, but never reality and never intelligible.It must be understood that everything has endedFor an angel time is solid and has perceivable dimensions in much the same way as objects do to

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[Feel free not to listen, it's the hallmark of conservatism].Personally, I don't believe in stem cell research. Just like personally John Kerry didn't believe in abortion. It is important however, to draw a line between what I believe and what I think should be illegal [or in this case, have its federal funding cut].Not having Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's, or any other debilitating disease, I

Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17873164299760686437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30935991.post-1153172099365238512006-07-17T15:12:00.000-06:002006-11-24T20:01:28.510-07:00

So Brother Broseph,I must say I appreciate you and your [stoned] criticism very much. I dedicate to you this letter that I encountered [while working] in the pages of A bright light...and a taper / by Sidney Chillingworth. Walton-on-Thames: Outposts Publications, 1977."Dear S.C. 14.7.77I've just read the lot: the book and the additional

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She left the gathering at 8:30. The light around her was the near dark glow of the late summer. Despite the social atmosphere she was quiet and inward, appearing withdrawn. This had made her leave.The night had not gone as expected. She had spent all of it alone and unable to talk to the others, and they insisted on seeing her and making things nice for the occasion. They almost didn’t exist to

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[Because I was asked what is beautiful about me]Sitting outside [inside] and the breeze rushes by. Smells like rain. Do I like the rain? I have.There are things about me that people think they know, but they don't, and they don't ask [and I don't want to tell them]. I want people to know, and I want to believe that they care when they ask.The people walk by and I could be invisible.I am made of

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Dear grey,Life here is loathsome without you. Were it not for a few patient souls I would have gone mad already.Hopefully you are among the strangely accented Australians and you have forgotten all about those crazies across the ocean. But in case you haven't I thought I would make you smile.Oh Alabama is the strangest place on earth. This particular photo was taken at an exit possessing only

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Now children. If you won't share I'm going to take it away from you.I'm very young [in the grander scheme of things] and so I must admit that I have not been around for the full expanse of time. I don't understand why people get nonsense in their heads.Now, I know that the difficulties in Palestine [Judea, Judaea, Judah] are very old. But that's in the past. It's all in the past [that I have

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...you see many strange things, such as:The man who mistook his wife for a hat / Oliver Sacks. In Basque.[In Basque? Are you serious?]Gregory Corso's smack kit [in a paper towel at the bottom of a donation box - complete with syringe, tourniquet and spoon]A children's book by P[eter] Gabbitass, which makes mention of another of his books entitled: "Uncle Peter" respectfully, to Juvenile and

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Looking from this shop window to that one, I am not behind one-way glass but still they do [can] not see me. Maybe it is 50 feet, but it could be a movie screen - letterbox in 3 vignettes. Neon on display, backlit by fast-food and digestive processes, halogen lights bouncing off the fourth wall.They stand and walk, mouths open in conversation deep [silent] belly laughs. So I think they cannot be

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I believe that religion exists. People believe things [dear Lord] and maybe those things are not the things that I believe. I think I might have to live with it.My whole point is to not talk overmuch about religion [so I suppose I should have entitled this blog: Other stories and the Religious Left - and maybe I will], but it comes up and it shouldn't be such a big deal.I'm not religous. I am

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