Archival

I've been fairly busy with e'rything, yet in the words of Al Green, Muddy Waters and Joe Black (where did Brad Pitt pick up that accent?), "Everything's gonna be alright."
Of course. But I figured that I've been doing this blog here thang for about a month and a half and I wrote quite a bit. And some stuff I actually kind of like. So, in anticipation of the big day and barbeques (two of 'em, back to back) tomorrow, in addition to one today, and a Sox game Monday, I probably won't have a lot of leisure time to write the blog I want to on Steve Taylor for a little while. So, maybe it'd be good, I reasoned with the president of my fan club, to have a retrospective for all the throngs of fans laying outside the door in eager anticipation of any bits of meat that I may throw at their feet. If you have not guessed by now, of course, the president of my fanclub is me, as are all concurrent members. I tried to get Adam and Christine to join the club, but they felt the price too steep. I say the rewards are phenomenal and worth it.

Stepping way back in the day to mid-April, two double-Oh cinco, we shall begin with "One Day We Shall All Be Free," one of my first attempted - and somewhat successful, on a small scale - spoken words. Um, poetry, that is. "Constructs" is one of my favorite poems that still survive, although I need to work on the spacing. Like a lot of the other poetry here, it was done a couple years ago when I had a fire under my feet. I need that again. Hopefully, I'll discipline myself to publish a new poem a week. So that means a brand new one probably two out of every three weeks. But that's for later. Blah.

Because I'm sooo important, I'll include my first semi-essay in this. It was kind of a rant. No, no it wasn't. It was about communion practices and how I see them in my church and, again, hopefully tied into universal themes. it was all also written in smalls because that's how i write my emails, get it? and then the next day i read how nobody'll read your stuff if you don't puctuate properly. So I learned from my mistakes and I have my own fanclub. Ain't I swell?

Then there's my poseur environmentalist post. I got really ticked at this stupid, stupid email that my brilliant (literally, I'm not making fun of him) little brother forwarded from some stupid gas-drinking SUV driving *. Hopefully, you can read it. Maybe I'll change the colors. Then again, maybe not. Then there's Phoenix, which is about... Hah, fooled ya, ain't I? I don't like telling people what it's supposed to mean or whatever. They're short enough, and I think they're pretty straight-forward and accessible. Of course I'm talking about my poems, not my essays or even some of my comments, which are usually longer and more self-indulgent than a U2 concert.

Some of these posts are just some quotes or passages I stole from somebody else. Which is good, for me, because that's one of the reasons I wanted to create a blog, as a place to store some of these treasures before they are lost to my incredible, shrinking memory. And I know I complain about this more than Jeanneane Garafalo about being plump in showbiz (What? Am I lying??), but somebody took this book and a bunch of other stuff, so I'm glad I at least got these passages from Phillip Yancey's ruminations on the utter importance of the Old Testament on modern life. Then there's my one on the passing of the popes. David Dark, who I keep bragging about.

Practice writing is another huge reason I decided to try out and continue trying the Blog (Aaaaaahhhhh! Run children! Hide, mothers, hide your babies and your husbands before they get enveloped by the Blog!). This is an almost stream-of-consciousness meditation on the earth-shattering and eye-opening nature of Jesus. Too be quite honest, I like this one.

And then, for those fans who need to be reassured that I don't have a sense of humor but I only borrow it from movies and what I read in books (much the same my whole paltry existence is lived), Kung Fu Hustle is the number 1 recommended movie of the year so far. Wait, number 2 after Hotel Rwanda. Although I haven't seen a lot of other movies yet, it certainly beats the mess out of the Interpreter (crapaloozer). A few other movies seem good (the new Star Wars, Crash) but I don't think they'll rank higher at this moment. Or, at least that's what I read somewhere.

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