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I was getting tired of listening to my neighbor's pounding techno music this morning, so I put on Sky.fm, the world music channel, and was treated to the song above.

"Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self." 

I have never thought there was an excuse for meanness.

Unclear hostility is confusing. It's not direct or clear. Why? Perhaps (probably) a fuzziness of teaching, of experience, of conveyance. In any regards, the sense of it is not there...  I think it would be best not to think of these things as pathologies but more as design. What then if it is all part of the plan?

Tweety burning

Tweety burnt

Not sure why Tweety Bird was made into a candle.... Did the candlemakers really think burning Tweety's head off would be fun?  Poor thing...

It was such a bizarre prospect that I decided to go with the flow and burn this little piece of junk.  What else are you supposed to do with a candle?

Note that Tweety's head and body burned, but his cheekband, with beak and eyes, fell off before melting. It's a bit surreal to see him staring up from the remains with his sweetly smug little puckered smile...

"You can safely assume you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do." - Anne Lamott

So I've started the last course I need for my degree, a required course in Information Literacy.  It feels like it will be a very good thing.  The course is designed to help students understand" "how to identify, locate, and evaluate all types of information resources" in order to "make better decisions about information you choose to use in your studies, work, and personal life."

So I am looking forward to some fine tuning in my discernment skills, since there's obviously a lot of "info" out there, and a lot isn't credible -- or sounds credible but isn't.  I wish everyone would be much more careful about what they swallow....

Anyway, if I have any "aha's" I will likely post them here, so stay tuned!

Dec 2009 - 7 lbs junkmail

This is the final pile in the junkmail recording project for 2009.  This is December's pile of unavoidable junkmail.  It weighs 7 lbs.

So the final annual total is 94 lbs of junkmail forced on me this year, without choice.  It's the equivalent of one whole tree.  How do YOU feel about having a tree die for you every year, just to force circulars, flyers, and catalogs on you that you don't want?  Every year, one tree dies per person...

At least now I know how much it is.

What to do next?  There are compelling desires, but they are new, not characteristic up to now.  Are they manufactured?  Or only a response to uncertainty?  And is uncertainty itself just an invitation?  Which road to take?  A trajectory already well covered and engrained, but not in a bad way..  Or a new, more uncertain road?  To anchor in what's well fit?  Or to risk everything in blindness for something better, even if it can't be seen or touched yet?  It's very unsettling.  I find myself doing a lot of research into a totally new, uncharacteristic area.  It's not bad, but I ask whether or not it's all just a distraction?  But then I don't really feel the passion for what's known...  It's comfy, but just as uncertain....

I do need to keep first things first though.  First I need to get through the library class, then pay my $500 to graduate.

Significant upcoming dates for me are: Jan 13, Mar 21, May 1, Oct 31, and Dec 5.  The big collective date this year (whammo!) is June 26th. (actually it starts about June 18 and goes thru July)

I love John Mayer's song "Half of My Heart" anyway, but I just discovered this wonderful singer whose cover of the song is really fantastic. Listen to Kina Grannis's beautiful voice.