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The bells toll.
Standard? A call to Sanctuary, I suppose. Ironic though.
And in we march, tightly aligned, to our positions marked by silent stains.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
“Dearly Beloved, we gather here in the sight of God...”
...for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.
“...in holy matrimony.”
Piercing voice, soothing venom. An old vet.
“...sacred union of man and woman.”
Oh, Mr. Jefferson, how could you have known your ambiguity’s reach? But no bother, ‘tis the American way. How better to represent both sides?
“Repeat after me...”
As hundreds before you have done. Your day, your fantasy, is merely Saturday.
“...'til death do you part.” - “I will.”
She knows, dear Daddy, and loves you too.
“I will.”
...shall gentle his condition
“Then by the power...”
And the glory, for ever and ever...
“...vested in me...”
By state, by God...
“Please kiss your...”
Amen.
Turn and smile and gallop in step.
United they stand.
And now our cue, but hold your turn.
Divided.
The bells, the bloody bells.
Are all.
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8.19.2006
8.16.2006
Notes to Self
Sorry it's been a bit. Still busy, haven't had much to say either. Life has been eventful in a lot of ways, dull in just as many. I figured a check-in post was appropriate all the same.
I may probe further into the past few weeks later on, but for now I'll leave you with this not conclusive and probably boring list of inconsequential learnings:
1) Beer is but one way by which to achieve beer goggles.
2) Indiana is essentially Oklahoma minus cows and plus corn.
3) The receipts in my wallet feed on green bills.
4) I have not yet forgotten how to sing in front of a crowd.
5) Beauty surmounts distance, words and even hands.
6) Noveling is cake through 100 or so pages. Creating conflict is simple; resolving it is another matter.
7) I am not terribly religious, but gospel music stirs my soul.
8) Wireless printing makes me giddy.
9) Joyce makes my head hurt.
10) I believe wholeheartedly in Bono, Bill Gates and Jeffrey Sachs. Popularity, prosperity and intelligence united form a powerful triumvirate.
11) Apple computers are worth the hype.
12) Wheat bread tastes better than white.
13) My greatest and most selfish dream is to one day own and inhabit an otherwise deserted island in the Pacific.
14) I love bright orange ties.
15) But in general, I hate ties.
16) Chapstick is no longer permissible on airplanes.
17) Though television is for the most part terrible, Gregory House is my hero.
18) The highest-rated restaurant in Little Italy is owned and run by Albanians.
19) Someone thought "snakes on a plane" was a quality premise for a Hollywood film.
20) Love is all you need.
I may probe further into the past few weeks later on, but for now I'll leave you with this not conclusive and probably boring list of inconsequential learnings:
1) Beer is but one way by which to achieve beer goggles.
2) Indiana is essentially Oklahoma minus cows and plus corn.
3) The receipts in my wallet feed on green bills.
4) I have not yet forgotten how to sing in front of a crowd.
5) Beauty surmounts distance, words and even hands.
6) Noveling is cake through 100 or so pages. Creating conflict is simple; resolving it is another matter.
7) I am not terribly religious, but gospel music stirs my soul.
8) Wireless printing makes me giddy.
9) Joyce makes my head hurt.
10) I believe wholeheartedly in Bono, Bill Gates and Jeffrey Sachs. Popularity, prosperity and intelligence united form a powerful triumvirate.
11) Apple computers are worth the hype.
12) Wheat bread tastes better than white.
13) My greatest and most selfish dream is to one day own and inhabit an otherwise deserted island in the Pacific.
14) I love bright orange ties.
15) But in general, I hate ties.
16) Chapstick is no longer permissible on airplanes.
17) Though television is for the most part terrible, Gregory House is my hero.
18) The highest-rated restaurant in Little Italy is owned and run by Albanians.
19) Someone thought "snakes on a plane" was a quality premise for a Hollywood film.
20) Love is all you need.
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