Dear America,
it's summer time; and right on cue, given it is now August, it has come complete with...
summer distractions,
summer attractions,
summer excursions and
summer exertions...
summer exertions...
for the plethora of summer affections runs wide and long and high and deep.
But almost without warning, the ebb and flow of my usual day has suddenly come to a complete stop; today marks the beginning of a little stay-cation, as they say, for the old Gthang... with a little house sitting, a little dog sitting (Simon), a little kitty sitting (Dexter), and even a little bearded dragon sitting (Charlie)...So as our summer weather continues to be hot and humid with no relief in sight, this girl will be drowning in a pool of testosterone and chewy toys, and what's not to love about that? Just me and d'boys in the hood, for a fortnight and a day and all play.
And of all things, there is even leftover pizza in the fridge! Say it isn't so.
...and it's probably enough to feed me for the next 36 hours -- if managed like a man on mars with limited resources (and that is just a plug for a great summer flick) -- if re-calculating the remaining slices to be spaced out about 9 hours apart. Not that it's necessary to conserve; there are grocery stores and strip malls full of take-out within a three mile radius in every direction, so it's all good. [Not to mention, I brought whisky! Of course...duh. Jameson, just in case you're wondering...]
But wouldn't it be nice not to have to leave the house for a day, or two, or even three? And for that matter, why even brush my teeth.
And just like that, let the summer non-glam-ping begin -- albeit a mere twelve minutes away from home, as the crow flies -- and yet, with the curtains closed to protect the neighbors, and a little imagination, I am already feeling a world apart.
For it's not my house. This isn't how I live. I am not surrounded with my things, aside from a few books brought over for navigation; I may as well be high in the Himalayas, aiming to experience nirvana, with my only companion being the rarefied thin air and an occasional sighting of an Himalayan big horned blue sheep (which, just to be clear, is neither blue nor a sheep...teehee).
...as a crazy thought hits me right about the third eye region .......interrupting nirvana..... and causes me to pause and wonder.... perhaps, miracles upon miracles, I can write a little something something, for it's been such a long long time....
Oh yes, bring on the summer compositions -- complete with summer exclamations, damnations, and sensations -- anyone? Maybe even a whole string of 'em...just, like, one G thing after another, after another. Who needs tennis when there is pizza, a laptop, and a comfy recliner so perfectly aligned, right? Does it even matter what time it is? Aside from feeding the wee menagerie, all things considered, the truth of the matter is that all things conventional have gone on a little holiday, as well.
The routine.. brand.new, and sitting awfully close to non-existent.
The common trappings of the makings of three balanced meals, is non-obligatory, fully discretionary, and not even shared with anyone.
I am alone and not only living in a new galaxy, but am entirely rotating around my own private sun, in my own little orbit, and given all the makings of seclusion, not a thing should bump into me for days, if all things go as planned.
summer contemplation, I'd like you to meet, summer composition; oh, how do you do...and like magic, the mind will piece together a few thoughts, the fingers will tap a few words, and before you know it, the little diary that could manages to make it over the mountain for another day. [I know, I know, I went from space imagery to a train without connecting the tracks....oh well.]
[And that's just the opening, albeit coming to a complete stop.]
Keep calm and blog on...
It's almost this basic.
It feels as if, as a whole, as a society, as a culture, these United States of America fails to understand its relationship to Creation, to our Creator, if at all. We are growing less about creation and more about destruction.
In my Catholic devotional this morning, the first page opened to discusses Nature vs. Grace. And it begins with a word from Christ, saying: "My child, I want you to become a spiritual man, that is, one who is wise enough to recognize the various forms of self-deception and the many graces which come your way each day. There is in your nature a deep selfishness which does not always seek what is really good for you..."
Continuing with, "Nature is selfish. It will try to enjoy everything on earth and still gain Heaven. Even where sin is involved, nature attempts to make excuses, for self and looks for reasons to favor self."
In America, we have grown selfish, drawn to our nature side versus grace, in every way.
So much so, we have lost sight of what made America exceptional in the first place, upon her creation, at a time when our founders recognized that which was fully divined and orchestrated by the hand of God, and made real with the words, Divine Providence; while it took the Revolutionary War, to cement it into history, creating the pathway to the life, the liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as proclaimed in our Declaration of Independence, and ultimately, the ability to create and be and do anything in America, for one and for all.
This liberty made the history, that produced the precedence, to make the ability for a Facebook, and its founders, to make billions of dollars.
How dare they censure history, how dare they coddle its membership and their community of followers within it's liberal, leftist universe by controlling content -- especially if such content is simply another American bearing opposition politics and ideology.
Case in point: Elizabeth Heng.
To which she lambastes Zuckerberg, saying,
And not that I'm all that into this guy.....but about the Alex Jones bruhaha...
And of all things, there is even leftover pizza in the fridge! Say it isn't so.
...and it's probably enough to feed me for the next 36 hours -- if managed like a man on mars with limited resources (and that is just a plug for a great summer flick) -- if re-calculating the remaining slices to be spaced out about 9 hours apart. Not that it's necessary to conserve; there are grocery stores and strip malls full of take-out within a three mile radius in every direction, so it's all good. [Not to mention, I brought whisky! Of course...duh. Jameson, just in case you're wondering...]
But wouldn't it be nice not to have to leave the house for a day, or two, or even three? And for that matter, why even brush my teeth.
And just like that, let the summer non-glam-ping begin -- albeit a mere twelve minutes away from home, as the crow flies -- and yet, with the curtains closed to protect the neighbors, and a little imagination, I am already feeling a world apart.
For it's not my house. This isn't how I live. I am not surrounded with my things, aside from a few books brought over for navigation; I may as well be high in the Himalayas, aiming to experience nirvana, with my only companion being the rarefied thin air and an occasional sighting of an Himalayan big horned blue sheep (which, just to be clear, is neither blue nor a sheep...teehee).
...as a crazy thought hits me right about the third eye region .......interrupting nirvana..... and causes me to pause and wonder.... perhaps, miracles upon miracles, I can write a little something something, for it's been such a long long time....
Oh yes, bring on the summer compositions -- complete with summer exclamations, damnations, and sensations -- anyone? Maybe even a whole string of 'em...just, like, one G thing after another, after another. Who needs tennis when there is pizza, a laptop, and a comfy recliner so perfectly aligned, right? Does it even matter what time it is? Aside from feeding the wee menagerie, all things considered, the truth of the matter is that all things conventional have gone on a little holiday, as well.
The routine.. brand.new, and sitting awfully close to non-existent.
The common trappings of the makings of three balanced meals, is non-obligatory, fully discretionary, and not even shared with anyone.
I am alone and not only living in a new galaxy, but am entirely rotating around my own private sun, in my own little orbit, and given all the makings of seclusion, not a thing should bump into me for days, if all things go as planned.
summer contemplation, I'd like you to meet, summer composition; oh, how do you do...and like magic, the mind will piece together a few thoughts, the fingers will tap a few words, and before you know it, the little diary that could manages to make it over the mountain for another day. [I know, I know, I went from space imagery to a train without connecting the tracks....oh well.]
[And that's just the opening, albeit coming to a complete stop.]
Keep calm and blog on...
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In the beginning
God created the heaven and the earth.
Genesis 1:1
It's almost this basic.
It feels as if, as a whole, as a society, as a culture, these United States of America fails to understand its relationship to Creation, to our Creator, if at all. We are growing less about creation and more about destruction.
In my Catholic devotional this morning, the first page opened to discusses Nature vs. Grace. And it begins with a word from Christ, saying: "My child, I want you to become a spiritual man, that is, one who is wise enough to recognize the various forms of self-deception and the many graces which come your way each day. There is in your nature a deep selfishness which does not always seek what is really good for you..."
Continuing with, "Nature is selfish. It will try to enjoy everything on earth and still gain Heaven. Even where sin is involved, nature attempts to make excuses, for self and looks for reasons to favor self."
In America, we have grown selfish, drawn to our nature side versus grace, in every way.
So much so, we have lost sight of what made America exceptional in the first place, upon her creation, at a time when our founders recognized that which was fully divined and orchestrated by the hand of God, and made real with the words, Divine Providence; while it took the Revolutionary War, to cement it into history, creating the pathway to the life, the liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as proclaimed in our Declaration of Independence, and ultimately, the ability to create and be and do anything in America, for one and for all.
This liberty made the history, that produced the precedence, to make the ability for a Facebook, and its founders, to make billions of dollars.
How dare they censure history, how dare they coddle its membership and their community of followers within it's liberal, leftist universe by controlling content -- especially if such content is simply another American bearing opposition politics and ideology.
Case in point: Elizabeth Heng.
To which she lambastes Zuckerberg, saying,
“It is unbelievable that Facebook could have such blatant disregard for the history that so many people, including my own parents, have lived through,” said Elizabeth. “I’m sure it is shocking for some people to hear about this kind of injustice, but this is reality. This is why I wake up every single day with the fight and determination to have a voice and make a difference in my community. Neither Facebook nor any other company in the tech industry get to silence our stories. We’ve seen it over and over again with Republican candidates and organizations. This kind of censorship is an attack on the freedoms that we have as Americans to express what we believe in, and we must hold Facebook accountable.”It's a sad day for America.
And not that I'm all that into this guy.....but about the Alex Jones bruhaha...
Yeah, its all fine and dandy and tastes like candy until somebody comes after your views, your ideology, your religion, your freedom of speech, your right to assemble, etc. etc...
It may not be pretty these days in America, there is that. [Hypocrisy lives in all kinds of neighborhoods and states of mind.]
But, by golly, if we lose our ability to speak freely, to ask questions, to question authority, to say that is wrong or this is right -- then we have lost everything, in my book, everything.
But to everything there is a season, right.. turn, turn, turn....
And it is summer right now...
....and this girl is house sitting and dog sitting and kitty sitting and bearded dragon sitting as of right now. There is hope that a string of Gthings will wind their way to you through the wonderful world of the www over the next couple of weeks, as more precious time becomes more and more all mine.
I am just pleased that I showed up today.
Blog #944 is in the can: summer composition numero uno.
Make it a Good Day, G
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