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Dick Feagler writes a weekly coloumn in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. Usually cranky, sometimes he can be right on. He wrote this week about some of the historical turning points of the last sixty years, putting Pearl Harbor, the Kennedy assassination and the 2001 terrorist attacks in perspective. The next paragraph is one of the best he's written. But sometimes history just vomits. It breaks down like a computer malfunction and gives us a terrible surprise we can't handle. Unsettling anguish comes into our lives like a bolt from the blue. The auto wreck where the kid is killed. The wife who dies too young of cancer. In our individual lives, there is no explanation for these things. They shatter us, and then we have to decide what to do next.
Also worth reading is Tom Brazaitis' on exactly why the Ten Commandments are a mildly interesting historical artifact, but not something that needs to be displayed in the courtroom or public school. |
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Listening to RadioParadise.com, I just had an odd experience. Remember the song "Personal jesus"? I remember seeing my daughter's junior high friends line dancing to a disco-y version of that. This version was a solo and the singer's voice sounded like early in the morning after the night before. A wicked country-funk backed up the voals by none other than Johnny Cash. Strangely cool! 6:02:02 PM  Comments?()
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A good weekend - Ohio State won (Rayne, where are you?) and the Browns won. I don't usually care about football more than casually, so I can only imagine how great it was for an Ohio sports fanatic. ( an irrelevant aside - One of the great band names belonged to some guys I knew back in Maryland - "Bobby Brando and the Casuals". They were playing covers of the Cars and Elvis Costello when other bands were still playing bad Zeppelin imitations.) I'm trying to get back up to speed after a long month and an especially intense week. Everything seems like an irrelevancy at the moment. I know, however, that life is full of irrelevancies strung together. Looking at the whole thing and trying to make sense of it will drive one nuts. But taken piece-by-piece, it's Act 200 in a 2500 Act play.
Follow the link at the left to Virtual Occoquan, Mark Hoban's (hoBACK! Not Hoban. Mark Hoback. Jesus, I think I forgot my medication!) weekly anthology of some of the best writing in our Salon Blogdom and from Very Modern on Xanga. Mark has kindly included me among the group (aw shucks) and I am honored. Of course that means I have to write something more substantial than these three paragraphs, at least some of the time. There actually is something I've been working on, in-between working, sleeping, reading, eating and anything else I can think of to avoid semi-serious writing. Some people seem to find writing so easy. I don't like those people. |
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