Easter break is nearly over.
I attended all the Easter services. For some reason, I didn’t get to lector.
I did join a march for life on Good Friday. Lee Strong (View from the choir) was there.
He waved. We didn’t talk.
But he wrote later.
Dada. His latest fad.
Actually, I know he’s been interested in Dada for a long time.
He even created this joke character for his daughters.
Baba Dada.
But now Christian Dada?
Why not just be a Christian? That’s Dada enough.
I guess he has a point there.
As for me, I’ve been reading. Lots of poetry.
Spring does that to me.
It’s National Poetry Month too.
Winter is a season for novels.
Spring is for poetry.
Flowers.
Love.
Birds.
A middle-aged man’s mind turns to poetry.
It’s better than cleaning the yard.
That’s next week.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Reading on Palm Sunday
I was a reader on Palm Sunday.
I was Voices.
An anonymous Apostle.
Peter.
The High Priest.
Pontius Pilate.
The Centurion at the Cross.
A serving girl.
A man with a wine-soaked sponge.
Judas.
A rogues gallery.
When I studied acting, one of the things I was taught was when you play a character, try to find something in yourself to build upon and help to bring the character to life.
I could do that with each of the person’s whose voice I was.
I was tempted to give each a different voice as I read, by the way.
I didn’t.
But it was fun to think about.
Pilate was British.
Peter was Irish.
The high priest was this priest I sometimes hear on the radio.
Judas was one I was still searching for.
Nixon?
Reagan?
Pat Robertson?
But as I prepared, I did manage to find something in each character I could identify with.
That’s scary.
That’s probably one of the points.
Dang. Whoever wrote the Gospels was good.
I was Voices.
An anonymous Apostle.
Peter.
The High Priest.
Pontius Pilate.
The Centurion at the Cross.
A serving girl.
A man with a wine-soaked sponge.
Judas.
A rogues gallery.
When I studied acting, one of the things I was taught was when you play a character, try to find something in yourself to build upon and help to bring the character to life.
I could do that with each of the person’s whose voice I was.
I was tempted to give each a different voice as I read, by the way.
I didn’t.
But it was fun to think about.
Pilate was British.
Peter was Irish.
The high priest was this priest I sometimes hear on the radio.
Judas was one I was still searching for.
Nixon?
Reagan?
Pat Robertson?
But as I prepared, I did manage to find something in each character I could identify with.
That’s scary.
That’s probably one of the points.
Dang. Whoever wrote the Gospels was good.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Paying a bill
I got a bill today.
It wasn’t mine.
It was mixed in with a pile of my mail.
I absent-mindedly opened them all without looking at the addresses.
It was a credit card bill for a Cynthia S.
Being nosy, I looked at the bill.
She was nearly at her credit limit.
She’d only bought four things with the credit card last month.
Two of the purchases were at a bookstore.
I liked that.
The purchases were all at the beginning of the month.
Like she was being careful so as not to go over her limit.
Last month she paid just a bit more that the minimum payment.
I recognized her street.
It’s in a neighborhood of college students and young people just starting out.
Cheap.
Maybe she’s in a low-paying starter job and can’t pay off her bill.
Maybe she’s been swamped with other bills.
Maybe she’s looking for work.
Maybe she’s a student just trying to get by.
I looked at the purchases again.
Two at a bookstore.
Each about the cost of a book.
I wrote out a check.
For double the minimum payment.
Just to help out.
I put it in the mail.
People used to help me when I was just starting out.
It wasn’t mine.
It was mixed in with a pile of my mail.
I absent-mindedly opened them all without looking at the addresses.
It was a credit card bill for a Cynthia S.
Being nosy, I looked at the bill.
She was nearly at her credit limit.
She’d only bought four things with the credit card last month.
Two of the purchases were at a bookstore.
I liked that.
The purchases were all at the beginning of the month.
Like she was being careful so as not to go over her limit.
Last month she paid just a bit more that the minimum payment.
I recognized her street.
It’s in a neighborhood of college students and young people just starting out.
Cheap.
Maybe she’s in a low-paying starter job and can’t pay off her bill.
Maybe she’s been swamped with other bills.
Maybe she’s looking for work.
Maybe she’s a student just trying to get by.
I looked at the purchases again.
Two at a bookstore.
Each about the cost of a book.
I wrote out a check.
For double the minimum payment.
Just to help out.
I put it in the mail.
People used to help me when I was just starting out.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
D*** you, Adam
Spring ahead, fall back.
Tonight is the night we lose an hour of sleep.
It's all that daylight savings stuff.
Of course, the sun will come up and go down at the time it's supposed to.
It doesn't care about a clock.
That's a human thing.
The sun is God's thing.
I wonder what the world would be like if we paid heed to God's things.
Would we have global warming?
Would we have passenger pigeons?
Would I have to wear ties to work?
If Adam had paid attention to God's things, I wouldn't have to wear a tie, or shoes, or underpants that bunch up in the wrong places.
I could run around naked.
With lots of other naked people.
And none of us would care.
Of course, I don't believe in Adam.
Not literally, anyway.
But I'll blame him anyway.
It's a Christian thing.
So I have to wear ties.
And turn my clock ahead one hour.
Tonight is the night we lose an hour of sleep.
It's all that daylight savings stuff.
Of course, the sun will come up and go down at the time it's supposed to.
It doesn't care about a clock.
That's a human thing.
The sun is God's thing.
I wonder what the world would be like if we paid heed to God's things.
Would we have global warming?
Would we have passenger pigeons?
Would I have to wear ties to work?
If Adam had paid attention to God's things, I wouldn't have to wear a tie, or shoes, or underpants that bunch up in the wrong places.
I could run around naked.
With lots of other naked people.
And none of us would care.
Of course, I don't believe in Adam.
Not literally, anyway.
But I'll blame him anyway.
It's a Christian thing.
So I have to wear ties.
And turn my clock ahead one hour.
April showers
It's raining.
April showers bring May flowers.
We already had flowers popping up last month.
Strange winter.
April showers bring March flowers?
Maybe the flowers emerged in anticipation.
Sort of like people who spend money before they have it.
President Bush and his administration, for example.
I've heard Presdent Bush compared to many things before.
A shrub comes to mind.
But not flowers.
As for the flowers, and the showers, the forecast calls for the temperatures hereabouts to drop down into the low 30s tonight.
Strange spring.
April showers bring May flowers.
We already had flowers popping up last month.
Strange winter.
April showers bring March flowers?
Maybe the flowers emerged in anticipation.
Sort of like people who spend money before they have it.
President Bush and his administration, for example.
I've heard Presdent Bush compared to many things before.
A shrub comes to mind.
But not flowers.
As for the flowers, and the showers, the forecast calls for the temperatures hereabouts to drop down into the low 30s tonight.
Strange spring.
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