Kindle me a fire
I have some electronic books I want burned..
Nay I say NAY on this way of reading.
Having BOOKS of paper and ink is GOOD for the environment
for books require Bookshelves, and bookstores
and bookshelves have begotten craftsmen who make them with pride, right in your hometown.
Bookstores have created small communities of book enjoyers, also known as READERS, who just might turn out to be NEIGHBORS.
Our books carry so much more than the message on the pages.
They also carry the potential of shared experience, a gift to be given,
a novel to be lent out, and then discussed at the bus stop or in the break room.
The makers of Kindle are not out to kill all that, but they could, and what would be gained?
Nothing by my accounting.
what might be lost? The possibilities are too serious for my playful brain.
When books come from machines, and the machines are controlled remotely,
then the controllers do not have to ban, collect and burn 'dangerous' books. They will KNOW who owns them, and an what "Kindles' the anti- Government or anti-war or anti choice writings are currently stored. It's a short next step to erasing or editing what you have, so that you only get to read what is for the good of "the many".
Don't buy me a Kindle for my birthday, buy me a long straight pine board. I am building more sturdy bookshelves for the tree house. where I will sit and read and sway in the breeze, turning pages made of paper that have a copyright date, and the writers full words on them, not some sanitized version approved by a central committee.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
new kind of sicko
no ( mom), its NOT the swine flu
but it kicks like a mule!
almost one week has been sacrificed to this
head stuffing, back aching, nose running mess.
I am well enough to work, so i will do some of that tomorrow morning.
God is blessing me with such insight and such beautiful conversations
I am thrilled to know that He who waited a long time for me to understand the simplest things is now wanting to reveal to me the deeper things and unravel the mysteries that had eluded me in my years of selfishness and indulgence. Every day I learn something. Each step I take feels significant because it leads me closer to Him. Having friends that know the Lord and honor Him is an enormous blessing and one I will never take for granted.
but it kicks like a mule!
almost one week has been sacrificed to this
head stuffing, back aching, nose running mess.
I am well enough to work, so i will do some of that tomorrow morning.
God is blessing me with such insight and such beautiful conversations
I am thrilled to know that He who waited a long time for me to understand the simplest things is now wanting to reveal to me the deeper things and unravel the mysteries that had eluded me in my years of selfishness and indulgence. Every day I learn something. Each step I take feels significant because it leads me closer to Him. Having friends that know the Lord and honor Him is an enormous blessing and one I will never take for granted.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Eight
count down with me. 8
and also be amazed that the Government that was so slow to tell people that vacationing in Mexico might be hazardous to your health because of Drug gangs, kidnappings, shootings, and a falling apart society, is now telling people that they should not travel there because they could get . . . . the flu.
It just gets weirder all the time.
I am so glad for my strong immune system, and I trust it. I will NOT return to Mexico.
I just can't condone what they are allowing to happen to their own people and the packages of death that they are sending over our southern border.
and also be amazed that the Government that was so slow to tell people that vacationing in Mexico might be hazardous to your health because of Drug gangs, kidnappings, shootings, and a falling apart society, is now telling people that they should not travel there because they could get . . . . the flu.
It just gets weirder all the time.
I am so glad for my strong immune system, and I trust it. I will NOT return to Mexico.
I just can't condone what they are allowing to happen to their own people and the packages of death that they are sending over our southern border.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Around mom's house
and in her gardens
spring is trying to break forth
and I am doing what I can to help
1. a bare oak tree
2.an apple about to bud
3.Daffodils and Hyacynth
Friday, April 24, 2009
It really did happen.
sorry
been real sick will post soon
in the Never Forget category, there is this
It was not just Jews, but a lot of righteous people who were wiped out.
been real sick will post soon
in the Never Forget category, there is this
It was not just Jews, but a lot of righteous people who were wiped out.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
You write the title, really
I like the previous post but it ran long
so this will be shorter, but still have a point.
Mom and I were driving home from church on a Sunday night
the roads were slick after a minor snow storm and the car ahead of me had come to a stop and was spinning its wheels. It was a Cadillac, ( my dad never liked Caddy's) drivin by a blond.
I was stopped anyway, so I hopped out and offered to tow her to the top of the hill ( the car) or use my bumper to PUSH her cute caddy to the place where the road flattened a bit.
She said the funniest thing when the window rolled down. I kid you not. With her best exasperated female, white wine laced, 'Gone with the Wind' voice. " there is something wrong with my car!"
Seriously, the thing wrong with the car was the driver, and if she stayed in the middle of the road she and her shiny car were in jeopardy. I told her I thought the ice was the problem ( i could barely keep my feet on it) and eliminated the rope tow option and nudged up under her perfect bumper and gave her the softest bump I could, until we were both moving and she was cresting the hill. She was seriously freaked out by now and moving at ten miles an hour, which is good if you are intoxicated and driving on ice. It is not good to stay at ten when there is another dip down and a rise in the next block, so she spun the tires again and we repeated our delicate dance and she ( i presume) got safely to her home and I am sure said something like, " I need a drink!"
Disclaimer: all stories on this blog are true ( even this one) unless they are fictional.
So YOU make up the applications ( there can be several) or "Caption this post"
so this will be shorter, but still have a point.
Mom and I were driving home from church on a Sunday night
the roads were slick after a minor snow storm and the car ahead of me had come to a stop and was spinning its wheels. It was a Cadillac, ( my dad never liked Caddy's) drivin by a blond.
I was stopped anyway, so I hopped out and offered to tow her to the top of the hill ( the car) or use my bumper to PUSH her cute caddy to the place where the road flattened a bit.
She said the funniest thing when the window rolled down. I kid you not. With her best exasperated female, white wine laced, 'Gone with the Wind' voice. " there is something wrong with my car!"
Seriously, the thing wrong with the car was the driver, and if she stayed in the middle of the road she and her shiny car were in jeopardy. I told her I thought the ice was the problem ( i could barely keep my feet on it) and eliminated the rope tow option and nudged up under her perfect bumper and gave her the softest bump I could, until we were both moving and she was cresting the hill. She was seriously freaked out by now and moving at ten miles an hour, which is good if you are intoxicated and driving on ice. It is not good to stay at ten when there is another dip down and a rise in the next block, so she spun the tires again and we repeated our delicate dance and she ( i presume) got safely to her home and I am sure said something like, " I need a drink!"
Disclaimer: all stories on this blog are true ( even this one) unless they are fictional.
So YOU make up the applications ( there can be several) or "Caption this post"
Monday, April 20, 2009
Communion
I am still
after these 26 years
wanting to know
the meaning of these words:
"This is my body, given for you"
maybe it is not knowledge I seek, but simply
to allow the miracle of cleansing to have its
complete effect, to let salvation be
His work, not mine,
to go and offer to Christ, my savior
all that I have, me.
after these 26 years
wanting to know
the meaning of these words:
"This is my body, given for you"
maybe it is not knowledge I seek, but simply
to allow the miracle of cleansing to have its
complete effect, to let salvation be
His work, not mine,
to go and offer to Christ, my savior
all that I have, me.
baby you can drive my car
Not so long ago I was stuck
or was it my car? Stuck in a yard where less than an inch of snow had made the ground so soft and slick that I could not get traction and in my efforts to free my vehicle, it had sunk lower into the ruts in the silty clay. I had to call a tow truck ( no triple A card) to tow me thirty feet. Then I could move again on my own.
Later on, when I was restarting a relationship with a dear woman who probably knows me as well as anyone, the stuck in the mud illustration was useful.
It was not a healthy time in my life. Depression and a large dose of self pity and lethargy had my mental, emotional and physical tires spinning in the mud of life's low point, divorce.
I was not a wreck, I still had my beautiful children with me, and I always had my family ( of origin) cheering me when they could and helping in so many ways. I was not rolled over upside down and smashed beyond recognition ( like some cars I used to drive) but I was going nowhere just as surely as if I had no gas in the tank, or someone had taken the battery out.
The energy that was brought to this 'stuckness' by the best friend was very much like the tow truck. No doubt it was just what was needed, and so appreciated. She helped me get out of the simple ruts of daily despair and loss of vision, and onto a stable place where my own 'drive' was enough to move me a bit further down the road of life.
For that sort of help I will always be grateful. My life was changed and I moved on in respect to getting counseling, finding a diagnosis that fit as well as the quest for proper treatment and medication. Today I have less sad days, more sense of who I am and what I am about, and about nine years of various good and bad experiences to support the claim that "I am better now, than I have ever been".
The real lesson is this: Once the tow truck gets you to a safe place, it unhooks and you must resume driving yourself. No one looks sharp, or feels great going down the road, being propelled by another, and sitting there pretending to steer and work the pedals. Life is a contact sport.
When you get knocked about a bit it is alright to have some one set you upright. It is then your own privilege to continue on in a healthy way toward your goals.
or was it my car? Stuck in a yard where less than an inch of snow had made the ground so soft and slick that I could not get traction and in my efforts to free my vehicle, it had sunk lower into the ruts in the silty clay. I had to call a tow truck ( no triple A card) to tow me thirty feet. Then I could move again on my own.
Later on, when I was restarting a relationship with a dear woman who probably knows me as well as anyone, the stuck in the mud illustration was useful.
It was not a healthy time in my life. Depression and a large dose of self pity and lethargy had my mental, emotional and physical tires spinning in the mud of life's low point, divorce.
I was not a wreck, I still had my beautiful children with me, and I always had my family ( of origin) cheering me when they could and helping in so many ways. I was not rolled over upside down and smashed beyond recognition ( like some cars I used to drive) but I was going nowhere just as surely as if I had no gas in the tank, or someone had taken the battery out.
The energy that was brought to this 'stuckness' by the best friend was very much like the tow truck. No doubt it was just what was needed, and so appreciated. She helped me get out of the simple ruts of daily despair and loss of vision, and onto a stable place where my own 'drive' was enough to move me a bit further down the road of life.
For that sort of help I will always be grateful. My life was changed and I moved on in respect to getting counseling, finding a diagnosis that fit as well as the quest for proper treatment and medication. Today I have less sad days, more sense of who I am and what I am about, and about nine years of various good and bad experiences to support the claim that "I am better now, than I have ever been".
The real lesson is this: Once the tow truck gets you to a safe place, it unhooks and you must resume driving yourself. No one looks sharp, or feels great going down the road, being propelled by another, and sitting there pretending to steer and work the pedals. Life is a contact sport.
When you get knocked about a bit it is alright to have some one set you upright. It is then your own privilege to continue on in a healthy way toward your goals.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Finally
I am going paddling on the lake
it has been too long.
Too long indeed
maybe I will have pictures to share when I get back
you all be nice to one another
it has been too long.
Too long indeed
maybe I will have pictures to share when I get back
you all be nice to one another
Saturday, April 18, 2009
How much is that doggie in the hospital?
from a discussion this morning around the breakfast table:
the value of pets and the risk of 'humanizing' them
so that they are child substitutes.
Secondly, the immorality ( too strong word?) of spending THOUSANDS of dollars on dog surgery or Chemo-therapy for a cat when
1. there are thousands of animals needing homes
2. there are millions of children who would derive huge benefits from a small monthly gift
( through something like Compassion international)
Please tell me what you think
How much have you spent or would you allow to be spent
or repairing a dog/ cat/ rat/ bird.
My two examples
A dog needed two hips repaired $3000.
I vote this was worth it due to the dog being young and otherwise healthy, and could be amortized over his expected life (plus I was dating the person who wanted this so I had to agree.)
Man I met walking his beagle, told me he spent $17000. on many surgeries to make the dog right again after an accident.
I would have voted no. Too much for something that barks that much. Hooooowwlllll!
the value of pets and the risk of 'humanizing' them
so that they are child substitutes.
Secondly, the immorality ( too strong word?) of spending THOUSANDS of dollars on dog surgery or Chemo-therapy for a cat when
1. there are thousands of animals needing homes
2. there are millions of children who would derive huge benefits from a small monthly gift
( through something like Compassion international)
Please tell me what you think
How much have you spent or would you allow to be spent
or repairing a dog/ cat/ rat/ bird.
My two examples
A dog needed two hips repaired $3000.
I vote this was worth it due to the dog being young and otherwise healthy, and could be amortized over his expected life (plus I was dating the person who wanted this so I had to agree.)
Man I met walking his beagle, told me he spent $17000. on many surgeries to make the dog right again after an accident.
I would have voted no. Too much for something that barks that much. Hooooowwlllll!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
lack of energy and LOW temps with high winds are slowing me down and keeping me in.
so I'm watching Fox news coverage of the Tax day tea parties.
and I guess I am thinking about filling out my 1040 to see how bad it really is.
I wonder about the source of my recent low mood
but then I am just glad it is not as bad as it was in the recent past.
Happy april 15th to all of you.
I am doing more with massage, and enjoying it immensely.
so I'm watching Fox news coverage of the Tax day tea parties.
and I guess I am thinking about filling out my 1040 to see how bad it really is.
I wonder about the source of my recent low mood
but then I am just glad it is not as bad as it was in the recent past.
Happy april 15th to all of you.
I am doing more with massage, and enjoying it immensely.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Oh my God.
Now I am excited
I have some time off coming
and I may have found the perfect two day getaway.
I am serious.
Step OFF the land and
let your troubles float away
now the hard work up til the
escape. If I had to dig through granite to do this, I would
So what little I have to do is no big deal.
Seriously
I have some time off coming
and I may have found the perfect two day getaway.
I am serious.
Step OFF the land and
let your troubles float away
now the hard work up til the
escape. If I had to dig through granite to do this, I would
So what little I have to do is no big deal.
Seriously
Sunday, April 12, 2009
It is good to BE.
I have discovered this about myself
I am a survivor
Not always a victor, or super overcomer
but no matter what comes
and whatever I have seen, heard, lived with,
I will be alright.
Not just standing at the last day
but standing and smiling
God is good, today and always
------------- update ---------
An Easter present for the Phillips family:
Your Captain is free, and the pirates are 3/4 ths dead.
I am a survivor
Not always a victor, or super overcomer
but no matter what comes
and whatever I have seen, heard, lived with,
I will be alright.
Not just standing at the last day
but standing and smiling
God is good, today and always
------------- update ---------
An Easter present for the Phillips family:
Your Captain is free, and the pirates are 3/4 ths dead.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
I am just wondering
I wonder, what if: It did not snow ( 1 inch) this morning
would I feel more springy?
What if I checked a lottery ticket and had a $50,000 winner, does that make my life easier, better or just the next 3 weeks?
If I was still married, what would that be like?
If I never married, never had my wonderful children, who would I be?
Most of these are hard to answer accurately.
What if God did not bring His chosen people out of the land of Egypt?
If I had not heard His call to come out of my own days of 'slavery' through a wide wilderness and into a promised land, dripping with milk and honey?
This is life.
This moment matters for myself and my family.
Now is. What belongs to me is already mine.
Longing for and seeking another reality is a rejection of His plan for my NOW.
I surrender God. I think I finally get it
would I feel more springy?
What if I checked a lottery ticket and had a $50,000 winner, does that make my life easier, better or just the next 3 weeks?
If I was still married, what would that be like?
If I never married, never had my wonderful children, who would I be?
Most of these are hard to answer accurately.
What if God did not bring His chosen people out of the land of Egypt?
If I had not heard His call to come out of my own days of 'slavery' through a wide wilderness and into a promised land, dripping with milk and honey?
This is life.
This moment matters for myself and my family.
Now is. What belongs to me is already mine.
Longing for and seeking another reality is a rejection of His plan for my NOW.
I surrender God. I think I finally get it
Monday, April 06, 2009
Letter from a nut case
Dear beloved neighbor of mine,
Your yard looks different than mine
and I must say there are times when I might have been envious.
Your dedication to raking often and with great vigor, combined with your fear of planting has produced something resembling a dog park appearance; functional, austere, nothing to lift a leg on.
The clever use of concrete, gravel and perfect brown dirt is so easy to maintain; Rake, broom and blow it away and you are free to do.... not much else.
Compared to mine, you look like you are winning hands down. All winter my woodpiles moved about as I split, stacked and dried the last great renewable heating source our mountain has for free. My other stuff has had to rest outside from time to time, and the clutter factor is irritating I know and I would bet you would like to say something about it (so get your own blog, Steve).
In the fall when you were raking falling oak leaves, I ignored them ( thanks for raking some of mine, was that a hint?). All winter the ground you raked bare was frozen hard and became almost sterile, while the oak and pine debris in the rest of the forest protected the roots of the dormant plants by creating a layer of insulation we call mulch.
Now that it is spring, the tables are about to turn, as the heads of daffodils and tulips poke through and the perennials that survived the herbicidal tendencies you could not repress will come forth, crying aloud for joy at the warmth of a spring day and pushing their way skyward in a riotous display of color. Do not worry, your gravel will still have leaves to rake that have blown in from across the street. and though my fence did not stop you from raking in my yard, apparently my putting down redwood bark mulch has helped you to see that I do care for my yard, I just need to have it different than yours. The next six months belong to spring and summer, and my plan comes out looking like a winner.
As a consolation prize I will scatter a few of my spare pine needles over the fence for you to play with. I would hate for you to have no 'yard work' to do.
Regards
David
Your yard looks different than mine
and I must say there are times when I might have been envious.
Your dedication to raking often and with great vigor, combined with your fear of planting has produced something resembling a dog park appearance; functional, austere, nothing to lift a leg on.
The clever use of concrete, gravel and perfect brown dirt is so easy to maintain; Rake, broom and blow it away and you are free to do.... not much else.
Compared to mine, you look like you are winning hands down. All winter my woodpiles moved about as I split, stacked and dried the last great renewable heating source our mountain has for free. My other stuff has had to rest outside from time to time, and the clutter factor is irritating I know and I would bet you would like to say something about it (so get your own blog, Steve).
In the fall when you were raking falling oak leaves, I ignored them ( thanks for raking some of mine, was that a hint?). All winter the ground you raked bare was frozen hard and became almost sterile, while the oak and pine debris in the rest of the forest protected the roots of the dormant plants by creating a layer of insulation we call mulch.
Now that it is spring, the tables are about to turn, as the heads of daffodils and tulips poke through and the perennials that survived the herbicidal tendencies you could not repress will come forth, crying aloud for joy at the warmth of a spring day and pushing their way skyward in a riotous display of color. Do not worry, your gravel will still have leaves to rake that have blown in from across the street. and though my fence did not stop you from raking in my yard, apparently my putting down redwood bark mulch has helped you to see that I do care for my yard, I just need to have it different than yours. The next six months belong to spring and summer, and my plan comes out looking like a winner.
As a consolation prize I will scatter a few of my spare pine needles over the fence for you to play with. I would hate for you to have no 'yard work' to do.
Regards
David
Sunday, April 05, 2009
quick post
unbelievable Glenn Beck video here
it is palm Sunday in Christian tradition
there is nothing traditional about my church
but today I need the King of Kings to ride
into my life and let me fall on my knees in amazement and wonder that
such a perfect one could lay down his life for me.
it is palm Sunday in Christian tradition
there is nothing traditional about my church
but today I need the King of Kings to ride
into my life and let me fall on my knees in amazement and wonder that
such a perfect one could lay down his life for me.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Friday gettin country fried
you know who rocks?
Dwight Yoakam.
he has just enough twang in his voice for me
and some strum in his git tar.
I guess its a lot of two step dance music
I never learned to dance, sorry Dolly!
Twooda bin naaassss
Dwight Yoakam.
he has just enough twang in his voice for me
and some strum in his git tar.
I guess its a lot of two step dance music
I never learned to dance, sorry Dolly!
Twooda bin naaassss
From a small plane
my daughter took this picture on a fly over of our town. ( sorry about the date stamp) We are blessed by God to live in such a place.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Saw wee
many apologies for not posting recently
it is truly not like me to leave you hanging
I have this moving thing to do,
and went through a bit of a dip emotionally.
I am losing a friend to a wasting disease.
I have two pending legal matters, in neither one am I the defendant.
Wonderful friends have been sent to me by God, and my family continues to be
a source of great strength and comfort.
The kitchen continues to be my best place, with quick and delicious dinners sometimes taking priority over complex and new things. I have not baked bread this month, nor paddled the kayak.
I intend to fix that, as soon as the moving of all this stuff is done.
God bless the reader, with wisdom, strength and joy in life.
it is truly not like me to leave you hanging
I have this moving thing to do,
and went through a bit of a dip emotionally.
I am losing a friend to a wasting disease.
I have two pending legal matters, in neither one am I the defendant.
Wonderful friends have been sent to me by God, and my family continues to be
a source of great strength and comfort.
The kitchen continues to be my best place, with quick and delicious dinners sometimes taking priority over complex and new things. I have not baked bread this month, nor paddled the kayak.
I intend to fix that, as soon as the moving of all this stuff is done.
God bless the reader, with wisdom, strength and joy in life.
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