YES this is a long one

Before Blogs were the in thing I had my own creed's blog (written in word) over time here are some entries.

8/2- Today driving to work I noticed the shadows the trees were making on the road. They made me imagine that in those complex, unique shape were hidden somewhere the meaning of summer and life abundant. Like any shadow you need light to even see the shadow, so also we need revelation into any truth.

8/18- SO….God creates Man
God creates Woman
God creates Spider
Spider scares Woman
Woman gets Man
Man kills Spider
Thus marriage is enabled.

9/22- Right now is that transitory time before autumn waltzes in with all its glory. You can almost feel the tension of the leaves wanting to burst out of their skin. They groan for change, as we do.

10/07- So I am trying to commit myself to be a noticer of details especially to produce awe in me regarding the small things in life. The other day I was driving to work and steam was lifting off of things. I passed this quaint old Presbyterian church with its steeple and all its neatness. The remarkable thing was that steam was lifting off of its roof and the image brought tears to my eyes. Thinking it looked like the Spirit of the Lord was radiating off of it. Isn’t that what Church buildings should be the things that the steam of the Holy Spirit radiates off of. People can just look and see the mystery and power.

11/03- The horizon was a violet tightrope with darkness losing its balance about to fall.

11/18- Do you ever feel like the fog?
A gray oblivion
No one looks at
They look through.

It invokes no reaction
Other then a hindrance
To your clouded destination.

05/18- I got the hiccups today while eating toast. Was I the only person in the world at that time that had the hiccups eating toast or where there thousands or one other person connected only by toast and hiccups???

6/2 Monopolating (the next new word). manipulating and monopolizing.

9/7- I had this conversation with a friend that seemed to have awkward stretches after every thought was completed it was much like a rocking chair that had a large splinter on the end. You would smoothly glide back and forth until you hit that splinter which was inevitable and then you stopped rather abruptly only to find you would do it again in a short moment.

9/21- At the beginning of fall, golden yellows rise out of the ground like a coronation ceremony.

10/27- The sky was a patchwork quilt today with seams of blue.

2/22- Today it was either the lighting or the earth was sighing because all of a sudden all of the leafless trees glowed with a deep red color I had never seen. The view brought on a strange feeling like everydayness became a moment of triumphant discovery. I look away and the color is gone. I know my wondering. The world is fleeting one moment I feel as though I am living 1000 years in a second, but I look away and then moments blur into years.

8/1- What if we did not sweat out of the pores of our skin but instead stored it all up in our heal then when the body was ready it would just leak out the back of the foot and if you were wearing sandals and walking it would not even touch you. Dispelling the liquid like someone emptying the chamber pot on the street from a second story window in the Middle Ages.

9/11- Oh, Syncopation of salty sadness
Where is my wellspring window of witness?
Taunting the twilight of temporary travail.

10/10- Lionel Lumpkin Lovless – probably the best worst name ever.
Bill Bumpus / Kermit Guy runners up.

10/19 – This morning I felt the world (including me) wished to escape. The leaves were wandering to find a place. The clouds were on the move looking for a spot to shade and settle but their restlessness would not be stopped. Even the birds seemed aimless in their flight. Maybe I project my internal to the external.

5/11/07 - Salty, sulfur on the swoons of silver sadness.

8/31/07 One ravenous weed
Choking the life out of green
Flowers gasp for air

12/07/07 Free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man and freedom is a mystery that cannot be reduced to a simple definition.-Flannery O’Conner

Is there anything else to say?

High Pitched Lovers

So I randomnly ran across this album called Emotionalism by The Avett Brothers it is pretty good. Its classification is country however, I , choose to call it upbeat folk because I cannot condone Country music. There is a song called Paranoia in B-Flat Major and at the end of the song they start singing La-da-de-da in the most outragious high-pitched voices. I love it and it really made me think of how love really is it is a voice straining to go higher.

We try to rise above our selfishness and acheive some soaring high above what we are cabable and if we are honestly we end up sounding strained more often then etherial. I wish you could hear this song because it really captures the ridiculousness of love in a lot of ways...Just to continue to clarify I really like the Avett Brothers who are committed to redeeming Emotionalism, but I do not like country music. I like Banjo and folk but no twang.

Excellent check the band out at www.theavettbrothers.com

First Time Blogger

So it all begins...okay there are probably a billion blogs so I decided to add to madness of expression.

My first post is possible book ideas that would be halarious:

Bonnets of Blood - A Vampire Roams Amidst the Amish (Get your wagons hitched for this triller)

Sister Sexy and the Convent of Cupidity - Romance for Nuns (obiviously I have got nothing beyond the title)

Sings
The Vulture ^ - This is actually a legit idea. I want to write a depressive, tragic pessimissive tale and then have written in comments as if an optimistic was editing the book so basically take a tragic story and add halarious comments to try unsuccessfully to lighten the mood.

Pinnochio's Plastic (or Wooden) Surgery - Okay I am out of ideas for now.

That is all I have got right now but I mostly likely will return to absurdity shortly.