I saw this on Boingboing and came up with a resounding WTF?

I play WoW when I can. My school connection is awful, so I don't get many chances during the semester, but the game is a setting that I am familiar with. I fully agree with John Blatzheim that Blizzard is establishing a double standard. I hear people over public chats frequently tossing the terms "fag" and "gay" around in distinctly offensive contexts. Not only that, but the company's interpretation of their own code of conduct is boggling to me. The precise text bans "both clear and masked language and/or links to websites containing such language or images which:
Insultingly refer to any aspect of sexual orientation pertaining to themselves or other players."

Since when does "GLBT-friendly" insult anyone's sexual orientation? The only possibly way I can imagine that the phrase in question could be construed in such a way is by operating under the assumption that the word "gay" must always be used in the context of a homophobic slur. That assumption is equivalent to suggesting that noone can ever use terms such as "African" or "male" without insulting somebody who might possibly take the word far, far out of context and feel insulted that someone used a term that describes them or someone else in a derogatory way. On top of this, Blizzard is quoted as saying "Many people are insulted just at the word 'homosexual' or any other word referring to sexual orientation." Apparently, Blizzard holds the concerns of people who are offended by any reference at all to sexual orientation of any kind (which is NOT listed in the terms of use) over the concerns of people who want to express either their own personal identity or role-play something different. "We have determined that advertising sexual orientation is not appropriate for the high fantasy setting of the World of Warcraft and is therefore not permitted." I'm not sure where Blizzard got this idea. How does creating a character who has any sexual orientation whatsoever not fit into fantasy? Especially when the vast majority of the female characters in the game (at least, the ones designed to look even vaguely humanoid) are designed graphically to be stereotypically idealized and often provocatively clad? And why have the numerous players who I've seen design female characters only to run around the game in their underwear not been penalized? Because they can be as sexuallly provocative as they want as long as they don't say whether or not they're interested in males or females or both?

I have written this post in a mild fit of temper, and it's quite possible that my arguments are not as deeply researched as might be optimal or as strong as I have made them out to be. I freely admit that I might be overlooking some point of view or another, and I welcome anyone to chime in on this issue. In the meantime, I will keep investigating this issue. I have enjoyed all of the games they have released for my platform (with the exceptions of the original Warcraft and Diablo), and I have up to this point held a positive opinion of the company. I hope to regain that opinion.

Finally, I have a moment to breathe and pause to let my eagerly awaiting fanbase (all 8-12 of you) know how school's going. First, it was great to get back to campus and reunite with my school family and friends. I'd just gotten decently settled into the room when it came time to pick classes, and my life turned upside down. Not only had one of the classes I'd counted on taking been canceled, but a whole slew of new options opened up overnight. This threw what plans I had into disarray, and I've only just come up with an almost entirely solid course schedule.

For those readers whom I haven't explained this to before, I willl pause to elaborate on Marlboro's procedure for class registration. Students register for their classes after attending said classes for about a week. The two days before classes begin are filled with intro classes, half-hour spiels from the professors describing their respective courses and, when necessary, capping headcount. The times of the intro classes have no appparent connection to the times of the actual classes, meaning that the classes that a given student wants to take that make a perfectly decent normal schedule invariably all have intro classes scheduled at the exact same time. Add to this lovely chaos the fact that on both nights of intro class days I've had four-hour rehearsals for the play, and it'll make sense why I've actually gone to sleep before 1 the past several nights.

Anyway, I think I've done a decent job coming out with fun classes. I'm taking Greek Tragedy and the Tragic Hero, Madrigal Chorus, Cultural Diversity on the U.S. Stage, Partnering for Contemporary Dance (Yes, a dance class. You can go get your heart attack over with now), the school production of Angels in America, and I'm still waiting to hear back about Poetry Workshop. As an added perk, only one of these classes is held in the morning, and then only at a reasonable hour (10:00) twice a week, while Friday remains conspicuously absent of any form of classwork. I've already attended the first classes of all of these except Madrigal Chorus and Poetry Workshop, which have not yet met.

The food is still kinda lame.

Exhausted as I am, I'm having lots of fun, and I hope to write more.

But not right now, cause my bed is calling.

*Update: Made it into Poetry Workshop. Woo!*

The day I moved out of Princeton, New Jersey, I was driving to Maine with my mother and my sister. My mom had put a kid's song's tape into the stereo to keep my sister occupied, and the Banana Boat Song started to play. I burst into tears. My mother, alarmed, asked me what was wrong. Between sobs, I managed to explain that, like the singer, I too wanted to go home. And I didn't have a home to go to.

I've moved around a lot in my life so far, and the times of transition are always hard. Things are different this time around, though, for a number of reasons I suppose. It's just me, not the whole family. I'm older now (I suppose I've always been older each time, but this gap is more dramatic). The big difference that I've run into, though, is the fact that I'm split between two places I can call home. There's home as in the family homestead, where there's a hyperactive puppy waiting by the door of a cluttered duplex, and home as in school, where I share with two other guys a single room that's even more cluttered. There's a place where I am a part of a years-old, lifelong on my part power structure, and a place where I am one among a community of equals. There's a place where I live and a place where I visit. This last difference, for me, is a major one. Going back to see my family over breaks and being a visitor in my own "home" sends shockwaves through the stability that I try to base my life on.

There are many definitions of the word "home." The place where I live is in Vermont. The place where my family lives is in Illinois. I'm not sure what to call the other if I call one "home." Marlboro is much much more than just school to me. And I've established too many roots in Evanston to just toss it away in this regard. I started writing this to find an answer, some kind of completion. It hasn't worked, but I've been able to say what's on my mind, and that's what this site is here for, really. Time was when I came here to reassure people back home that I was fine and to throw out some exotic tidbit of a story while I was overseas. Now my head might as well be overseas for all of its sense of direction, but I really am fine. I just need to find my way home. There are beacons to help me find my way, and I need to reach them and follow their guiding light.

It's a winding road
I've been walking for a long time
Still don't know
Where it goes
And it's a long way home
I've been searching for a long time
Still have hope
I'm gonna find my way home
-"Winding Road," Bonnie Somerville.

...Teeth, that is. This morning I was injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected, and selected, as the song goes. Or rather, I was injected, and the next thing I remember clearly was looking up at the beaming face of my oral surgeon and not being able to feel anything at all between my nose and my chin. The novocaine, as inconvenient as it was (drooling blood in a supermarket parking lot is NOT one of the best ways to spend your morning), wore off far too soon, and I have spent the rest of the day taking Vicodin and whatever other prescription antibiotic I received while switching out ice packs and finding out the limits of my chewing capabilities, with a nap thrown in for good measure.

Wheeeeee!

So, I know I've been a bad boy this year in regards to blogging. My Christmas has been a joyous one, however, and there's still loads to go. On Christmas Eve I brought in Bob, our tree, and decorated him with Pippa and Laura. Afterwards, I went to two church services: one at North Shore Baptist Church, Laura's church, and the other at St. Luke's. My brother Nate doesn't arrive home until tomorrow, so that's when we're going to do the whole opening-presents-sitting-around-a-fire deal. It still feels like Christmas, though, even though the weather outside reminds me of Spring. And to reinforce that spirit, soon Nate will be home, and Jennifer too, and a week or so after that, my roommate Simon is *fingers crossed* coming up to visit before we make our way back to school. And on top of everything else happy, I got my grades back from my first term and I am more than satisfied with the results.

A very merry Christmas to you all, and I'll try to do better next year.

It is a good day... A good day indeed.

I am officially done with my first semester of college. Go me!!!

I got a critical success of aa geekery roll, switching my wireless router from broadcasting a private LAN to the school network. w00t!

My room is actually clean.

No, really. I mean it.

Really.

"We are now official members of the Woot-Tang Clan."
-Me

Last night was the best night I've ever had here at Marlboro. I ran around like a relay runner, from chorus to dinner to play callbacks to the chorus concert then back to callbacks then to work in the lab. I finished my writing portfolio (the only real requirement here at Marlboro) just in time to hear that I'd been cast as a major role (Louis Ironson) in next term's big school production, Angels in America. After much jumping up and down with my freaking awesome castmates/friends, I wrapped up my workshift and made my way down to the dining hall.

There is a tradition at Marlboro that accompanies the submission of the Writing Requirement Portfolio. The administrative staff and people in similar positions of responsibility cook up Midnight Breakfast (pretty self-explanatory), and everyone is all excited because they're done or tense because they have to finish up and emotions run high and there's music and random group hugs and indoor four-square (yes, indoor four-square. I love my school). Having finished my portfolio (done done done!) I was able to enjoy the festivities guilt-free, and once the party started to die down I went off with my roommate Charlie and friends Smashley and Claire to watch movies all night in celebration. After taking in some Family Guy, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Monty Python, and Thumb Wars, we faced the dawning new day, turned in our portfolios, and had just enough energy left to ingest some food before falling asleep.

And there was morning, and there was afternoon. The day after.

So, craziness up in Vermont, and I'm not just talking about the weather (although it is freakishly warm out). Between academics (dear Lord my writing requirement deadline is coming up aaaahhhh), extracurriculars (three concerts to sing this upcoming week), and surviving school (quite literally; apart from my lack of sleep, I was in a car accident about a week ago. Noone was hurt, and everything's fine, but I'm still kinda shaky about it), I'm managing for the moment to keep just enough of my head above water that i'm not choking too hard. One of the high points of next week will be auditions for next term's play, part I of Angels in America. it looks like a lot of fun, and I hope i make it in.

Today was AIDS Remembrance Day, and I spent a lot of time just sitting and thinking about an old friend from a long time ago. He was an inspiration, providing me with an example of how I wanted to live my life and how good ordinary people can be.

Thanks, Gary. I miss you.

I don't feel no ways tired

But I do. I'm exhausted. It's all I can do to lift one foot and place it in front of the other.

I come too far from where I started from

Got that right. I'm incredibly removed from so much of my former life, only way to go is forward.

Nobody told me that the road would be easy

And it's not. I'm stumbling, falling.

I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me.

I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me.

There's a picture on the wall in front of me, with patterns of colored dots forming the shape of an apple. I am surrounded by the constant clackety-clack of fingers hitting keyboards with the rapidity of a machine gun. A lone derelict monitor with a sign taped to it reading "Sorry! This computer is out of service" sits silently beside me. The air conditioning vent blasts cool air that combats the heat radiating from 19 running computers and a printer. There are white splotches in the carpet where a piece of chalk has been ground in. Books and papers litter the countertop, and one only hopes that some sense and a decent grade will come out of it all.

Happy birthday, Mom!

I figure something I can give her on her birthday is another little picture of my life on campus, so here goes.

Tonight was the stunning premiere of Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind, which was fantastic. I cannot recommend the show enough to anyone who has the chance to see it, and to everyone else, too. My words cannot do it justice. So kudos to the entire cast and crew for a job very well done.

I have papers to finish. I don't really want to, but once I'm done fun people are coming to visit and that makes me happy. Heather's coming up on Tuesday and we're going to Ben and Jerry's (mmmmm). Nick's coming up next weekend to check out the school and just hang out. Now if I can just get another couple pages out about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde...

Peach salsa is a very good thing. Just thought I'd mention.

Chaotic images swirl around me: burnt moths falling like snow, ream's worths of blank paper fluttering all around, and a small metallic circle. I can't comprehend what they are, what they signify, and I cry aloud as they surround me. I clench my eyes shut as they all press in, and suddenly there is an absence in the space around me. One eyes cracks open the tiniest slit to see absolutely nothing. I open my eyes fully and blink several times, but to no avail. I cannot see. I reach out my arms, to feel the offending visions that had but moments ago pursued me, but they sweep through empty space. Blind and confused, I fall to the ground, weeping through sightless eyes.

And then a voice comes faintly into my world. A quiet, melodic voice whose very sound seems to fill my body with strength and purge me of exhaustion. I can hardly make out the words, but the tone is clear. Calm. Relax. This too shall pass.

I woke up yesterday morning to find an inch of snow on the ground.

Hey, back again. Blogging has been sporadic lately, I know. The quick update for the recent past is as follows:

Wrote a lot of midterm papers
Went back to Evanston for the weekend
Returned to another midterm paper
Celebrated final midterm's completion with annual Apple Day festivities, involving cider and pie and caramel and other such goodness

Now I'm taking my time, enjoying the fact that I don't have an imminent deadline. I've been doing more transcription in hopes of getting an a cappella group active and performing next semester. Requests and recommendations are welcome.

I've been thinking a lot about the future... Making plans for next year, the year after, and so on, for quite some time. Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's a bit much to handle. We'll see how many of them come to fruition.

I'm discovering some of the quieter joys of school. There are parties and impromtu gatherings and movie nights and so on, but then there are also the nights spent reading in your room along with your roommates and sitting out under the stars (not as much, now that Autumn has finally decided to show up) and burrowing underneath the covers and relaxing (more so now, for the aforementioned reason).

I love my Poetry and War class, but today's reading and discussion made me physically ill. The fact that someone can wholeheartedly advocate certain abominable things so artfully literally turns my stomach.

Tunes: "Missing," Everything But The Girl; "Come Downstairs and Say Hello," Guster.

(For those that don't know, Potash Hill is the hill that Marlboro is built on)

So first off, it's midterm season, which means lots of papers. Dropped off one today at the very last minute, but it's done and not too atrocious. I have another due Friday right before I leave for home on break, and one more two days after I get back to school.

I'm hosting a prospie on Thursday. It's gonna be interesting being on the other side of the situation I was in last year. I'm looking forward to it.

Two disasters befell us this weekend, one natural, one un-. We were hit by a massive amount of rain, dubbed "Vermonsoon." It rained torrentially for a full day and then some. Then, just as the rain began to clear, our bathroom ceiling started to drip... then dribble... then a large chunk of the ceiling fell in. Needless to say, that bathroom is currently out of commission.

I can't wait to get home. I love school, but I need a few day's breather.

Pictures are coming, really. Finding someone with a digital camera I can borrow has been a harder task than it seemed.

The campus-wide plague is finally showing signs of ebbing, although there's still a perpetual chorus of coughs and sniffles.

The turning leaves are beautiful. I'm told that I haven't seen anything yet.

There's this phenomenon on campus called "Freshman mating season." Couples are springing up everywhere, making campus look not unlike a New England hippie version of Dawson's Creek. There are cute bits, angsty bits, and the whole thing is a constant reminder that my girlfriend is approximately thirteen hundred miles away (not that I'm counting or anything).

After three and a half more papers, I'm returning home for the first time. I'm not really sure what to expect.

Early fairy tales are, as Diana Lord would say, "full of innundo."

It doesn't look to be as hard to immigrate to Canada as I thought. Something to bear in mind for later in life.

My room is clean for the first time since we all moved in. It's a pleasant change, and we've agreed that we're going to try and keep it this way for a change.

I find myself paying more attention to houses these days.

(of this American life...) No, really. Major ickiness inside my body. I can't talk, I'm coughing up a storm, and just generally feel lousy. On the plus side, I don't have any pressing assignments (for the moment) and I'll be able to take the weekend nice and slow.

There aren't really words to describe college. It's just the way life goes now. There are good bits and bad bits, and life goes on. It's gonna be really interesting to visit home on fall break. A lot has changed, and yet not much has changed at all.

Serenity comes out tomorrow. The geek side of the force grows strong within me.

I think I'm learning more outside the classroom than inside. My teachers are great, but the stuff that comes from living in a family of people thrown together is inspiring.

So many random thoughts. Oh well.

You scored as Hoban 'Wash' Washburne. The Pilot. You are a leaf on the wind, see how you soar. You have a good job, and a stunning wife who loves you (and can kill people). Life is good, which is why you can't help smiling. Now if you can just get people to actually listen to your opinion things would be perfect. Hoban 'Wash' Washburne 94% Kaylee Frye 75% The Operative 69% Shepherd Derrial Book 63% River Tam 63% Capt. Mal Reynolds 56% Simon Tam 56% Zoe Alleyne Washburne 50% Inara Serra 38% Jayne Cobb 19% Which Serenity character are you? created with QuizFarm.com

...out of Florida came Jeb bush to prove me wrong.

Doncha just love the U.S. of A.?

Arr, and a happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day to ye all, buckos!!

*ahem*

Anyway, life continues at school. I turned in my first paper (compare and contrast two early versions of Cinderella), and have a meeting with my prof today to discuss it. Meanwhile, it's a new week, which means a new Shakespeare play. Having finished Henry V and Richard II, it's time to get cracking on Macbeth-- and write a paper on one of THEM by Friday. Woohoo! Socially, I'm happy as Larry (however happy he is), and I'm thrilled with the great friends and exceptional roommates I've got. And within a couple days I'll borrow a friend's camera and put some pictures up from around campus. I promise.

Time passes, in that insufferably smug way that it does. Friends become acquaintances, acquantances become friends, and for some bizarre reason it's 89º outside in Vermont. In the midst of all this stands a young man simply doing his best to keep his heaad above water (not a terribly hard task in the literal sense, as he lives on a mountaintop, but much tougher figuratively). His mind is a whirlwhind of responsiblities, priorities, and the instinctive need to escape. There are moments of reprieve from his inner struggle, however. Conversations with loved ones and time spent with new friends make the days lighter and easier to bear. I cannot say what comes next, however. His story has yet to be told, and only that unbearably conceited time knows what is yet to pass.

Tunes: "Runaway Train," Soul Asylum (iTMS); "What a Good Boy," Barenaked Ladies (iTMS).

The seabury crew has been floating this around, and I need something to do, so:

How many total songs?
2510 songs, 9.42GB.

Sort by Song Title - first and last songs?
First: ¿Dónda Está Dolores? - The Flirtations
Last: Zoot Suit Riot - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Sort by Time - first and last songs?
First: (0:04) Interlude Cue Music - Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
Last: (11:49) God Fearing Man - Ben Harper

Top Ten Played Songs
1. Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
2. Beverly Hills - Weezer
3. Landed - Ben Folds
4. Devil's Haircut - Beck
5. Tender Comrade - Billy Bragg
6. My Best Friend's Girl - The Cars
7. Love Song - The Cure
8. Elias - Dispatch
9. Best of You - Foo Fighters
10. Come On Eileen - Save Ferris

Last Ten Played (its been on shuffle for about an hour)
1. Elias - Dispatch
2. Come As You Are - Nirvana
3. Jackass - Bloodhound Gang
4. They Don't Know - Kirsty MacColl
5. Angel - Slick Shoes
6. Working Undercover For The Man - They Might Be Giants
7. Fell in Love With a Girl - White Stripes
8. Swing Swing - The All-American Rejects
9. The Nearness of You - Norah Jones
10. Praise You - Fatboy Slim

Find 'sex.' How many songs show up?
17, with the most outrageous award going to Big T and The Oaktones' "I Want Your Sex Pootie."

Find 'death.' How many songs show up?
11. Highlighted in this category is the Five Iron Frenzy classic "The Untimely Death of Brad."

Find 'love.' How many songs show up?
132. And every one fabulous.

Tiny delicate
flowers purple and yellow
outside my window

Faces around a bonfire
some familiar, some new
all drawn together into a community
living with each other on the hill
for four long formative years
making connections
Will I see them after I'm done?

Tunes: "I Ain't Marching Anymore," Phil Ochs; "Living in the Love Life After," Vic Thrill.

So now, the rush of orientation has died down, and classwork has started to kick in. I THINK I've got my class schedule pretty much set. All that remains is to clear it through my advisor. As it stands now, I'll be taking:

Fairytales, Fantasy, and Fiction (writing seminar)
Intro to Shakespeare
Poetry and War
Solfedge I
Chorus

I'm thrilled with all of them, and would say that I can't wait to get under way, but I am underway-- My first official class is tomorrow, and I'm supposed to have read the entirety of Henry V by then. Woohoo! Hitting the books!

In more social news, there was a contra dance in the dining hall last night, which was quite fun. Some of us also went over to the sauna and baked for a while afterwards.

Should anyone wish to send me mail, care packages, or anything at all, my mailing address is:

Josiah Adam
P.O. Box B-158
Marlboro College
2582 South Road
Marlboro, VT
05344

If sending packages, leave out the P.O. box bit, and it'll get to me.

No, not me (not the first two, anyway).

So. I am now safe and secure in my dorm room at Marlboro, with my wicked awesome roomates Simon and Charlie, after a fabulous week of almost-camping. I say almost-camping because a) we set up camp about ten minutes away from campus (on foot), and b) we brought a full kitchenette with us, complete with counter, sink, and backgammon board. I met some amazing people, and made fabulous bonds with them. Thanks to Seth and Colin, my hilarious and welcoming trip leaders, and my co-campers Rain, Dan, Aurie, Matt, Clare, Erin, Kelly, and Helen (dreads provided by Rain and Helen, lederhosen by Kelly). We were ostensibly there to meditate and practice yoga and so on and so forth. We ended up doing two meditation sessions and one of yoga, but the time was well spent, mostly just sitting around the continuous campfire and talking-- or, I should say, communicating, as Dan had chosen not to speak for the entire trip, leading to lots of hand gestures and the occasional jotted note. There were tears. There were far too many injuries and health issues. But there was also almost unending laughter, and there were smiles too many to count. Many of you know how my extended family structure works, and I have many new members now. As I said before, my roommates are quite cool, and our room is looking more and more like home. Our room is also only a scant 50 feet from the on-campus sauna, which I'm sure I will frequent with some regularity, especially when winter hits. ^_^ Pictures will be up on Flickr when I move to one of the places on campus with strong reception.

"No matter where you go, there you are."
-Buckaroo Banzai

This feels so weird. I've spent such good time with such good friends, and when the evenings close, I have to say goodbye. Not the usual "So long, see you around," but "Bye, maybe see you around Thanksgiving, or if not then, Christmas."

I am leaving my family to live on my own.

This is only just really sinking in.

To all those that I am moving away from (I purposefully refrain from the term leave), I offer these inadequate words: Thank you. I will always remember you, and hope that you remember me often. I love you.

I will continue to post from school, both words and pictures (not for the first week, though, cause I'll be out building a team in the woods). Please stay in touch, and I'll try and do the same.

This is the closing chapter of a deeply significant part of my life, and I'm so grateful to all of you who have helped form me into the person I am now. As this chapter ends, another opens, and the possible directions are virtually endless. We'll have to wait and see where it goes.

That's what I said to Laura as we left The Second City last night. Wow. That is some really freaking funny stuff. An excellent blend of sketch and improv comedy that flowed neatly into one huge fabulous show.

There's some carryover to today as well. I was assured by the health director at Marlboro that it wouldn't be an issue at all for me to type stuff up instead of handwriting (saving my thumb worlds of fatigue and pain). Also, I'm getting stoked about the pre-orientation camping trip I'm going on with some of my fellow students. The only real downers right now are the swiftly shortening hours with my friends and loved ones, and how much I have to pack within the aforementioned shrinking hours.

Another update coming before departure, but for the moment, more packing.

Tunes: "Zimbabwe," Toni Childs (iTMS).

A cat slinks along an alleyway at night. Its body is thin and worn, with many scars along its patchy fur. It pokes its nose into a garbage bin and is rewarded with a special treat: dinner, in the form of a half-eaten bagel with cream cheese. Purring, it leaps up to the roof of a garage and feasts upon its decaying meal, tearing into the molding dough as if it were freshly killed prey.

I was discussing this reading (Nehemiah 9:16-20) with Dad and Laura last Sunday. The summarized point I came away with is that God is always with us, and is always pointing the way. We are the ones who are left, as always, to make the right choice. God can present pillars of cloud and fire all day long, and even throw in a couple of flashing neon signs saying "Over here," but we still have to pick up our feet and walk that way. And when the path is rocky and we stumble and think that this can't POSSIBLY be a part of God's plan, we have to stop and take a look around to make sure we're reading the road signs right, because the screw-ups in this world really AREN'T just part of some universal plan. God doesn't WANT us to be cruel and fight wars and hurt the people we care about. God loves us all, much more than we can possibly imagine. God's love is strong enough to forgive us no matter how far we stray-- as long as we recognize that we HAVE strayed, and ask God for directions back to the main road (as I've sugessted before in an extreme example, to some other people's indignance). The element of choice has always been an integral part of humanity's relationship with God. God gave us free will from the get-go, knowing full well that we were just as likely to run off and talk to snakes about fruit as we were to simply frolic and play in paradise. And through every bad choice we've made-- all the way from the apple in the garden to the hundreds and thousands of sins committed daily now-- God has been unfailingly patient, ready and waiting for us to adjust our bearings and get back on track. No matter what happens, God is with us all the way. In the face of such perseverance, how else can we show our gratitude but to follow the fire and cloud that God provides to show us the way? Now I know, as Dad always says, "It's more complicated than that." But surely TRYING cannot be so complicated. and as long as we try, eventually we'll get it right.

I wrote a big long thing tonight that touches on a number of topics, but it's not really ready for public edification yet. So, until then...

RANDOM LYRIC QUOTES THAT MAKE NO SENSE OUTSIDE OF THE CONTEXT OF MY LIFE!!!

WOO HOO!!!

"And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now I'm serving time for mistakes
Made by another and another lifetime"

--"Galileo," Indigo Girls

"Do you dream about music or mathematics,
Or planets too far for the eyes?
Do you dream about Jesus or quantum mechanics
Or angels who sing lullabies?"

--"When You Dream," Barenaked Ladies

"I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
'Hey Mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'
He just grinned and shook my hand, and 'No!' was all he said"

--"The Weight," The Band

I spent the late afternoon and early evening at the Chicago Botanical Garden with Laura and Mom and Dad and Pippa. It was quite enjoyable, very low-key, with lots of flowers and waterfalls and bridal parties.

This and more at my Flickr site, and much, much more at Dad's.