Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Recentralize My Self
We and They
Father, Mother, and Me
Sister, and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
And every one else is They.
And They live over the sea
While We live over the way,
But-would you believe it?- They look upon We
As only a sort of They!
We eat pork and beef
With cow-horn-handled knives.
They who gobble Their rice off a leaf,
Are horrified out of their lives;
While They who live up a tree,
And feast on grubs and clay,
9isnt it scandalous?) look upon We
As a simply disgusting They!
We shoot birds with a gun.
They stick lions with spears.
Their full-dress is un-
We dress up to our ears.
They like Their friends for tea,
We like our friends to stay;
And, after all that, They look upon We
As an utterly ignorant They!
We eat our kitcheny food.
We have doors that latch.
They drink milk or blood,
Under an open thatch.
We have Doctors to fee.
They have Wizards to pay.
And (impudent heathen!) They look upon We
As a quite impossible They!
All good people agree,
And all good people say,
All nice people like Us, are We
And every one else is They:
But if you cross over the sea,
Instead of over the way,
You may end by (Think of it!) looking on We
As only a sort of They!
-Rudyard Kipling
Father, Mother, and Me
Sister, and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
And every one else is They.
And They live over the sea
While We live over the way,
But-would you believe it?- They look upon We
As only a sort of They!
We eat pork and beef
With cow-horn-handled knives.
They who gobble Their rice off a leaf,
Are horrified out of their lives;
While They who live up a tree,
And feast on grubs and clay,
9isnt it scandalous?) look upon We
As a simply disgusting They!
We shoot birds with a gun.
They stick lions with spears.
Their full-dress is un-
We dress up to our ears.
They like Their friends for tea,
We like our friends to stay;
And, after all that, They look upon We
As an utterly ignorant They!
We eat our kitcheny food.
We have doors that latch.
They drink milk or blood,
Under an open thatch.
We have Doctors to fee.
They have Wizards to pay.
And (impudent heathen!) They look upon We
As a quite impossible They!
All good people agree,
And all good people say,
All nice people like Us, are We
And every one else is They:
But if you cross over the sea,
Instead of over the way,
You may end by (Think of it!) looking on We
As only a sort of They!
-Rudyard Kipling
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Le Duche Magnifique
Since childhood the shower has been a sanctuary. Set apart from the pandemonium of household affairs soothed by the steady, rythmic pelting of water. No cares for the pretenses of society (clothes and hair styles) i could sit and bask in true humanity. With the exception of trips to orphanages in Mexico, I have never had to pay a modicum of attention to water pressure. Even in the Bohemian days with a group of guys in a home with archaic plumbing, I still had some water that spurt through the moldy shower head.
So, when I first jumped into our shower here in Denver and was met with an icy trickle, my heart sank and found myself submerging into a sort of exiled depression. Missery surrounded and defined my showering experience. No more could I lay down or sit, but i had to stand, tip-toed up to the dribble and lather myself rotisserie style, one side at a time. The water side usually was being scalded by the erratci and slow changing temperature, while the other froze; quite the lunar experience.
There came a point where i lobbied the shower. these were my more ripe days. Biking to work everyday durring the initial summer months caused some drama on the aroma front. i finally conceded to baths. quite to my suprise, i found i thoroughly enjoyed the immersion. I picked up books i needed to finish, read articles, or even sunk my ears beneath the water where i could hear as clear as day, our neighbors music. I enjoyed the likes Pete Yorn and Broken Social Scene on many occasions. The delimma with this was that the use of soap was prohibitted. Once soap was used, i sat in silty, scummy water worse off than before. I either had to turn on the godforsaken shower, or empty the tub, then stand freezing and soapy, until it filled back up; rinse, then drain again. Even then i was not able to remove all the residue of soap, not to mention a huge waste of assets and time. The advent of an aggressive beast crawled from under arm pits, ears, and worse, my dwindling scalp. Bathing, for the first time in my life, became a laborious endeavor, dreaded from days break to days end.
It didnt bother either of us much. we got used to the smells eachother had and, in a wierd way, began to find solace in them. Yet there remained in me a void that subconciously was causing me to lapse into depression from time to time. There was never an escape. its not the stench of a showeless life that burdens me, its the claustrophobic tension that cripples my faculties.
When I came home from work today our landlord had done some long needed work on our unit. I ran to the shower and threw the water on and found a charge of water so strong i could pressure wash with it. Immediately stripping into my most beautiful state, i jumped in and laid down, absorbing the solace and comfort of a well functioning shower.
Amen. Gracias Dios por nuestra ducha. Cuanto la amo! no es que sea muy importante, no obstante, es una gracia de que me disfruto muchisimo en esta vida. De nuevo, senor mio, gracias. Amen.
So, when I first jumped into our shower here in Denver and was met with an icy trickle, my heart sank and found myself submerging into a sort of exiled depression. Missery surrounded and defined my showering experience. No more could I lay down or sit, but i had to stand, tip-toed up to the dribble and lather myself rotisserie style, one side at a time. The water side usually was being scalded by the erratci and slow changing temperature, while the other froze; quite the lunar experience.
There came a point where i lobbied the shower. these were my more ripe days. Biking to work everyday durring the initial summer months caused some drama on the aroma front. i finally conceded to baths. quite to my suprise, i found i thoroughly enjoyed the immersion. I picked up books i needed to finish, read articles, or even sunk my ears beneath the water where i could hear as clear as day, our neighbors music. I enjoyed the likes Pete Yorn and Broken Social Scene on many occasions. The delimma with this was that the use of soap was prohibitted. Once soap was used, i sat in silty, scummy water worse off than before. I either had to turn on the godforsaken shower, or empty the tub, then stand freezing and soapy, until it filled back up; rinse, then drain again. Even then i was not able to remove all the residue of soap, not to mention a huge waste of assets and time. The advent of an aggressive beast crawled from under arm pits, ears, and worse, my dwindling scalp. Bathing, for the first time in my life, became a laborious endeavor, dreaded from days break to days end.
It didnt bother either of us much. we got used to the smells eachother had and, in a wierd way, began to find solace in them. Yet there remained in me a void that subconciously was causing me to lapse into depression from time to time. There was never an escape. its not the stench of a showeless life that burdens me, its the claustrophobic tension that cripples my faculties.
When I came home from work today our landlord had done some long needed work on our unit. I ran to the shower and threw the water on and found a charge of water so strong i could pressure wash with it. Immediately stripping into my most beautiful state, i jumped in and laid down, absorbing the solace and comfort of a well functioning shower.
Amen. Gracias Dios por nuestra ducha. Cuanto la amo! no es que sea muy importante, no obstante, es una gracia de que me disfruto muchisimo en esta vida. De nuevo, senor mio, gracias. Amen.
forever friends
My dear friend from Portland, Lauree came to visit while on her US tour with Josiah Venture. She is a missionary in Czeck Republic. We had a blast catching up. Thank you, Lauree for your love, friendship, and encouragement. I love you tons.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Showertime
Why is white trash such an insult? I honestly cant think of a more hummusy brood of people. They dont shower or feel the need to; they feel great in cheap suits and dont know a good one from a bad one -or, even care-; they eat liberally at fancy hors doeuvres parties while others nibble at miniscule amounts of unsatisfying pate in a Stoical manner; they drink beer and eat potato chips in the shower. Now...this might sound repulsive, but have you ever tried drinking a beer in the shower??? Its amazing.
Good night. Im off to enjoy Anchors new Liberty Ale...heres to enjoying life liberally, GO LIBERTY!
Good night. Im off to enjoy Anchors new Liberty Ale...heres to enjoying life liberally, GO LIBERTY!
Medivita for Dad
Turned fifty today-
Gulped down a grolwer
like you were twenty-one
today-
we talked of many things-
and half attentive
while we went on,
i remembered:
im half as old as you.
so much of you
i see right here
in these shabby clothes
and unkempt face-
im no fool
no sir!
your saggy skin
might look good in
that suit, parked
professionally
at a computer all day-
but i know better:
your twice the child
today
than ever.
Gulped down a grolwer
like you were twenty-one
today-
we talked of many things-
and half attentive
while we went on,
i remembered:
im half as old as you.
so much of you
i see right here
in these shabby clothes
and unkempt face-
im no fool
no sir!
your saggy skin
might look good in
that suit, parked
professionally
at a computer all day-
but i know better:
your twice the child
today
than ever.
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