Thursday, March 23, 2006

SPRING IS HERE THE VIEW FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW 7:45AM CST Dr. and Mrs. Omed celebrated the vernal equinox with some of our chosen family Monday evening. K and R hosted. There was the usual fire ceremony—Tulsa had a rainy weekend and the congregation decided the local fire ban had been lifted. A document shredder was our back-up. We burned our BEGONES and WILL-BE-DONES in their brand spanking new brazen altar, aka bronze patio hearth. No pictures—Dr. Omed left his camera at home. I read my latest piece of Atheist Feminist liturgy, written that afternoon, and I added the printed page to the fire after I stumbled through the words. NOTE: If you want to read an unrehearsed poem by the light of a flickering fire, print the text in a REALLY BIG FONT. A fine time was had by all. Here's the psalm-in-progress: Strong Hand   The Lady guides me with a strong hand in this land of god-fearing people, in this valley of those shadows, in ways I cannot see to walk, She lifts me up so I can stand.   She speaks the word when I cannot talk: I let Her be my fear, I let Her be my dread, I let Her be my terror, I let Her be my awe. She speaks the word, and I will take your hand.   The Lady guides us with a strong hand, She can make the broken walk, She commands a joy death cannot mock. She has world enough and time: She speaks the word, and we can tread the deep. It needs work yet; I'm trying to keep the language simple, since it's liturgy and my model is the Book of Common Prayer, but I may have made it too simple. As always the first thing Els says is "it doesn't scan." The second thing she says is "You never listen to me, anyway."   I'd like to natter on, but even though snow is falling, Dr. Omed has a day job. I must go to work, alas. This evening, perhaps? 9:17:43 AM    comment []

AT LAST! THE CROSSWORD ANSWERS. On the way to this post Dr. Omed had to jump through a number of hoops and stumbled. The unmarked floppy on which the answer key was stored got lost. I had to clean the desk to find it. After a truly Herculean effort the floppy was found, the file was opened, and I promptly deleted the answer grid by accident, then somehow hit the save rather than the undo button. I had to redo the answers from scratch. So, after almost two weeks any pilgrim or seeker who did the damn crossword and is still speaking to me has all the answers. Nihil Obstat. Et mea culpa. 12:33:23 AM    comment []