I Used To Feel Guilty That I Had Two Pairs of Shoes

Then I met a man who had no feet.

One Wonders Whether The Weather Man Can

It's raining;
It's pouring;
One can only guess
what the old man's up to.

We Put Mother Nature in a Home, take one

The modern shady tree beside a lazy brook
Is a pair of earbuds and an iPod.
Or, if you’re serious about it,
A contemplative rock,
Assuming you’re lucky enough to run across one
As we race to work, or class, or distraction.

But there’s nothing fashionable about rocks—
Even our paperweights
Come in plate glass and brushed metal.

"Maybe Responses are More Important than Answers" - J.S. Finney

"When we have new eyes, we can look into the eyes of those we don't even like and see the One we love. We can see God's image in everyone we encounter. As Henri Nouwen puts it, 'In the face of the oppressed I recognize my own face, and in the hands of the oppressor I recognize my own hands. Their flesh is my flesh, their blood is my blood, their pain is my pain, their smile is my smile.' We are made of the same dust. We cry the same tears. No one is beyond redemption. And we are free to imagine a revolution that sets both the oppressed and the oppressors free."

-Shane Claiborne
The Irresistible Revolution, Living as an Ordinary Radical

This is my way of saying "you're not my mom." Of course, that quote is not directed at my mom. That would just be plain inaccurate.

This Guy is Always Tired or, I Am Attempting to Bring in Revenue Via Product Placement or, Never Limit Yourself with a Title

It seems pretentious, if nothing else, to make an allusion to my own body of "work," but I think simply acknowledging that fact gives me immunity. I am, of course, referring to the title of this post, and to Survivor.

What I am getting at is this: I am tired. I am always tired. This wasn't always the case. There was a time, back in '84, when I didn't exist. Then last semester I drank three Mountain Dews in one night because they were free, and because they were good and I had just remembered.

Okay, so maybe my situation is a little more realistic than that. But here is the deal: I haven't slept past 6:30 (anti-meridian, which I have recently become, by the way) since last Friday. I probably know why that is the case, but I don't want to say because you will make fun of me.

I hope this morning was the climactic event, because I woke up at 5:38, which is apparently a great time to purchase shoes. Who knew?

Maybe I should get a Select Comfort Sleep Number bed. I doubt they come in twin size, but I guess I could always send in for the free video. Maybe that would help me sleep. Maybe if I stopped writing this and got back to my homework I could get some extra sleep tonight.

I believe it was Garth Algar who said "Yeah... and monkeys might fly out of my butt."

p.s. Don't ever Google search "butt." It wasn't worth it.

I've Been Thinking

I really ought to post something new. Hmmm... yeah, I should do that soon. I think the problem is that I usually only blog to make my not-interesting life at least read in an interesting manner... and now that it seems particularly interesting, I have a bit of a problem recognizing blogging material. I guess that is only sort of bad. Okay, since I don't sleep at night anymore I think I will take a 30 minute nap. I hope that goes well. Maybe I will tell you about it sometime.

This isn't really a costume, that is why my favorite part is the chair, or maybe my new jeans, same as the old jeans, only new, and void of unwanted holes. I seem to have gotten off topic. Maybe I should tell you that the hat that I wasn't wearing had a spider in it. Maybe I should tell you that Vat 69 has a Band of Brothers connection, and I like it for that reason, even though I have never tasted it, and probably won't ever. Maybe I should move on to the next picture and try harder next time.

Trust me, this is ironic and funny, and I am glad I was there to capture the moment.

They keep their lawns emaculate at the United Parcel Service, I mean in Arkansas.

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