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Sunday, February 19, 2006 |
AT MY DOORSTEP

Under its killer's
slow pounce the flower leans
and kisses the snow.
11:48:33 PM
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THE GNOME* AT HOME

It's cold outside.
Actually, it's cold inside; it's f-n freezing outside. Not rain nor sleet nor snow is falling—a steady rain of ice has been falling since this morning. Dr. Omed has been whining on and on about Oklahoma not having winters with any winter in them, anymore. Well, pilgrims and seekers, be careful what you whine for, because you may get it—good and hard. I find I am no longer acclimated to low temperatures the way I was when I lived in Colorado. Not quite. A mini-ice age has been visited upon us, courtesy of the jet stream, and it came just in time for the weekend, too. On the other hand, if the sky continues to spit snowflakes on steroids, we may not have to go to work tomorrow. Also, it's so cold I can wear my heavy wool German Lodenfrey coat—first time that's happened in several years. I had a powerful dream in which I was wearing this coat, so I'm rather fond of it.

Just for grins, let's check the weather in Kyoto.
*Those of you who are familar with the film Amelie will recall that she kidnapped her father's garden gnome, and sent it around the world with a friend working as a stewardess for Air France. On her travels, the friend took polaroid pictures of the gnome posed in front of various world famous landmarks, and mailed them to Amelie's bemused father. I don't have a gnome, so I use the ten second shutter delay on my digital camera, and pose as my own gnome.
2:30:31 PM
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GRENDEL'S LAUNDRY LIST: THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
The hidden core of the authoritarian, fundamentalist male's faith is narcissism: Messy, trans-engendered Truth is given the bum's rush, abused like a bad drag queen, thrown out with the bath water, so to speak, and replaced at the fount with the Holy Ego of the believer; God the "Father" is remade in the brazen fascist image of the Super Ego; and the Holy Spirit is flushed like a quail by the ecstatic, murderous, amoral, and idolatrous Id. Bang. That's what happens when you lead with your Dick.

If you saw this man with a shotgun in his hands, what would you do?
If you saw this man with a shotgun in one hand and beer in the other, what would you do?
1:38:18 AM
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