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The other day Victoria Rose asked me to go to the text book hearings in a land far away. She was going to pick up textbook samples to consider for adoption in the classes she teaches. She didn’t want to go by herself, so I decided to ride along and keep her company. Besides, if I got lucky, the chance might arise for me to snag a Latin book. How could I pass up such an opportunity?
(click the pic for tonight's theme song)
How shall I hold my soul, that it may not
be touching yours? How shall I lift it then
above you to where other things are waiting?
Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all-forgot
with some lost hing the dark is isolating
on some remote and silent spot that, when
your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating.You and me — all that lights upon us, though
brings us together like a fiddle-bow
drawing one voice from two strings it glides along.
Across what instrument have we been spanned?
And what violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest song.--Ranier Marie Rilke
I have a dream. Unlike the visionary dream of Martin Luther King, mine involves James Brolin riding an inside-out buffalo. It is just one of many odd, disturbing, unexplainable images that visit me on a nightly basis. But before you armchair Freuds and water-cooler Jungs start trying to unscramble my noodle, I must warn you… You really don’t want to go in there.
I may not run far, and I may not run fast, but I run (nearly) every day. I’ve been doing it for quite awhile now. And though I may not have logged as many miles as Forrest Gump in the movie of the same name, I’ve probably logged enough to get me from home to the local cinema to watch "Forrest Gump." I’ll run the first mile then walk another at a brisk pace as a cool down. I’m at that age where fitness is foremost in my mind, and running improves not only my overall health and cardio fitness, but is a great mood booster too.
(Hey kids, you actually have to click the "continue reading" link for the rest of the story this time... )
