December 31, 2003
End of the Year
For the changes in my attitude that I have started to make, I call it a good year
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November 07, 2003
The Fires
What can we learn from the ashes?
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October 27, 2003
Job in San Bernardino
While we gaped at these horrors, a man in a yellow shirt and a golf hat came up to us. He was in tears. He introduced himself to us as "Ruben" and he pointed, saying, "That's my house".
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October 03, 2003
The Issue of Trust
Arnold's candidacy is thus undermining my faith in other people.
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September 26, 2003
The Gutless Agnostic Pacifist Speaks Up
Every Christian blog needs it's token agnostic!
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September 17, 2003
The Heart Again
Could it be that sometimes the heart is in control of the pen and deceives us so that it can proceed in its rank and broken way uninterrupted?
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Frida and Me
It can be hard to take photos that reflect your feelings.
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September 12, 2003
A Voice in the Darkness
I've learned to beware of rouged over faces in women and cunningly coifed hair in men. I don't trust the person who always knows me before they know anything about me.
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September 05, 2003
Between Dawn and Dusk
The time between dusk and dawn. My time. When I sit at the keyboard and open my mind like a vein and watch the blood dribble all over the place. Apologies to Sherwood Anderson for stealing his image.
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August 17, 2003
Permanence
How can we look at anything now and affirm its permanence?
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August 01, 2003
Of Blogging and Sticks: A Ramble
I'm having one of those days when contempt for the blogging world is at its high.
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July 19, 2003
Eagle Scout
Every time Troop 38 consecrated an Eagle Scout, I'd tick off the scout virtues and compare them to the candidate.
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Thirty Five Percent
35% of those who were abused as children end up in prison for violent crimes.
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July 14, 2003
Vanilla Flavoring is Not Diversity
....diversity seems to mean that you don't express differences, that you don't declare where you have personally closed your mind.
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June 09, 2003
Shadows
I've been thinking a lot about shadows lately.
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May 31, 2003
On Solitude
fred titles his blog bit "Are you alone(r)?" I would answer "No. I'm just a human being with a rare perspective."
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May 25, 2003
Morning Person
I'm a morning person. Until about 9 or 10 am. Then I need to let the night catch up with...
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May 23, 2003
Road Maps
Road maps give me a way of stretching my arms beyond the front door, a set of wheels that travel faster than the eye.
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April 22, 2003
No Subject at All(?)
It's no subject at all. It is silence. It's the distraction and the illusion of content.
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April 11, 2003
Things in the Head
Many things start in the head. Books, plays, films, paintings, sculptures are all things which everyone will agree proceeds from the mind of the artist through the hand and into the world. But we don't like to think about other things that start in the head: wars, the decision to pull a trigger, to point the barrel of a tank cannon at a civilian hotel, etc.
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April 07, 2003
A Lead Balloon at A Pity Party
Tonight, part of me is thinking "if such people didn't come around when I was alive to say those things, fuck them. I don't want them at my funeral."
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April 03, 2003
Open Letter to Jeanne d'Arc
I felt very much alone in the world, an odd duck bleeding from thousands of shotgun pellets and waiting for still more to come from all quarters.
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March 20, 2003
Zwischenraum
Out of the mud, the ice, and the blood, came me, one of those inexplicable happenings. There's no reason for it. Though I suffer from an axis of three evil diseases -- diabetes, asthma, and depression, -- and though shit happens, I am glad to be alive.
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January 01, 2003
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December 18, 2002
Resolved to not Unresolve
Some year's ago, I decided that there was only one New Year's Resolution I could possibly keep and I've remade it every year since then.
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October 07, 2002
Writer's Search
I would number these years as the most severe of my depression, when the world encased me within a blank cube and seemed to offer no alternative. I could call this time by many names: the Silence, the Paranoia, or The Pain.
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September 22, 2002
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September 08, 2002
Witness to the Effects of a Spiritual Fragmentation Grenade
I've grown sick because the human rights issues that I have championed over the years are being selectively employed to justify the ultimate human rights abuse, which is murder.
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September 04, 2002
Jeremiah Considers What He Has Wanted
If being a prophet means that you are a person who gets in trouble for telling people what you think...
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August 30, 2002
Jeanne Jugan
I think her story demonstrates very nicely the danger inherent in any established religious authority, particularly those based on accidents of biology such as sex.
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August 29, 2002
So Many Philomels, so rudely forc'd
Becca, Red Water Lily and I fight to be ourselves in a world that thinks it knows our minds and can make better prescriptions for our happiness than the ones we know to soothe.
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August 15, 2002
Correction
My friend snaily^ runs peersupport.org. I erroneously listed it as peersupport.com. The text has been changed appropriately, but I...
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August 14, 2002
Lynn's Closet Catholicism
If the Pope ever underwent a true Christian conversion and ordained women priests, you can rest assured that my Quaker wife would be up front and center at the baptismal fount, signing up.
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August 07, 2002
Susceptible
My friends assured me that astrology always spoke the truth -- as did numerology, palmistry, bibliomancy, UFO paranoia, the visions of self-proclaimed psychics, and whatever guru or gura happened to be popular at the moment.
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August 06, 2002
Crazy Tracy vs. the Vatican
I can't for the life of me see why the Vatican doesn't think that women are fit to preach the Gospel.
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August 04, 2002
The Humbling of Arrogance
People who aren't monks tend to see them as extremely unselfish and humble. A monk doesn't share their opinion of him. He suspects that he is both selfish and arrogant.
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July 29, 2002
Unrecovered Memories
I hate it when some people go rolling out their "past" like a heavily retouched wallet photo. "Recovered memories" seem gruesomely unreal because they are unreal.
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July 28, 2002
To Sleep, Mischance to Dream
Dreams are a crazy salad of all kinds of things.
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July 24, 2002
Semi-Hallucination
This is how burnout feels.
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July 20, 2002
Do I dare eat a peach?
In terms of age, I may be in the top 5% of all bloggers.
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July 17, 2002
Crazy Tracy Again
Drugs aren't the answer to the depression. They are the floor that you put down so that you won't be getting sucked up in the mud while you address the life issues that are getting you down.
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July 15, 2002
White Buckwheat
I look outside at the sharp sandstone ridges and half domes and I feel like them -- half-clothed with "soft chaparral" like buckwheat that cracks when you pick a piece and explodes when you set a spark to it.
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July 11, 2002
Beneath Mount Santiago
I'm a middle aged Jeremiah, pointing to the Jehoiakim in the White House, and watching as no one reads the scrolls he puts out.
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July 10, 2002
Is Chat my only strength?
To be quite frank, I get rather tired of seeing my friends in views falling for the same bait every time.
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July 09, 2002
Flight from Heat and Unsaid Advice to the Young
Before the sun can turn my condo into a broiler, I get in my truck and glide down the hill to Tully's, to spend my afternoon writing to old Sixties and Seventies tunes.
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July 06, 2002
Advice from Self to Self
When you leave a place or situation, take count of your friends.
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