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The scientist stops, where all men do, at the doors of birth and death. He knows no more than you and I why a seed remembers the oak of 20 million years ago, why dust acquires the form of a woman, why we behold the earth in space and time.

He hasn't yet solved the secret of a single name upon the earth. We may pluck the nymph from the river, but we won't pluck the river from ourselves: this coiled divinity is still all murmurous and strange.

There are sacred places everywhere. The world is still man's druid grove, where he wanders hunting for the Tree of Life.

-Russ Lockridge

A relaxing Friday night...

Got off work two hours early (thanks, Boss) for the 3-day weekend, took the dog for a beach walk. We came home and made frozen pizza, cracked a bottle of red wine, and settled in to a relaxing weekend. What else do we have to do? We don't have a television, for one.

Then the alarm went off. What is it an alarm to? God knows. But this being the poor section of town (in a So Cal beach town, that means that houses in this neighborhood are only $500k, not $850k like the rest of town - I AM NOT joking), it will continue for, oh, four or five hours before the cops wander over to take a look.

ANNNNNH-ANNNNNH-ANNNNH. Get used to it. Or go insane. The choice is all mine.

Another glass of wine may be in order.

A bridge too far

Those of us who have never outgrown our college frugality or nerdness love Ikea.

Their clever showrooms, their modern Swedish design, their wacky yet practical furniture...what is not to love? To top it off, they name everything in Swedish, so you can buy my favorite lamp, the Flygel, or a bookshelf called Jornalist...but now they have gone too far with the names.

I present, and I am not joking, Fartfull.

Are those crazy Swedes from Ikea just sitting around laughing at us, or what?

Late dinner

2 raspberry poptarts and a glass of pinot noir.

I still find this amusing

I don't know why I love this church sign generator site so much. I just do.