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03-30-03 chew on this

Read Matthew 5-7

03-29-03 more stately mansions

Read The Chambered Nautilus

Florida has sand that looks like snow. Minnesota puts sand on top of the snow, but it's not fooling anyone. Florida has grits for breakfast. Uds has gritty breakfasts. Fire in Florida means sitting in a warm circle late at night. Fire in Minnesota means a drunk person burned his popcorn and we all have to shiver outside for twenty minutes. There is no assembly language in Florida. Florida has armadillos.

Minnesota's nifty too, though. I daily get the opportunity to spit in the Mississippi. I have huge beautiful buildings and near anonymity. I know people here. Cold weather builds character. Our squirrels are fat. Our professors are quirky beyond all reason. My four professors combine for one fanny-pack, one Indiana Jones hat, a striking resemblance to Alan Alda, a very blank stare, a humorous smirk, a tendency to pace backwards across the room, and an alarmingly large supply of vests.

Ecc 12:8 "Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the Teacher. "Everything is meaningless!" Ecc 12:9 Not only was the Teacher wise, but also he imparted knowledge to the people. He pondered and searched out and set in order many proverbs. Ecc 12:10 The Teacher searched to find just the right words, and what he wrote was upright and true. Ecc 12:11 The words of the wise are like goads, their collected sayings like firmly embedded nails--given by one Shepherd. Ecc 12:12 Be warned, my son, of anything in addition to them. Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body. Ecc 12:13 Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man.

It seems there is no original thought-- only clever articulation of ancient truths.

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03-27-03 'twas brillig

Today I talked to Larry on the 16 between Willey Hall and Snelling Ave. Larry has lived in the twin cities for about twenty years, and drives a truck out east once a week, which he enjoys. He knows the beauties of Georgia peaches and mountain interstates. He also is a believer. I did the daily crossword at Arby's before spending the remainder of my excursion at a camera shop (very cool, but nothing purchased), and Barnes & Noble (very cool, bought a Milton book). The cold drizzle turned into snow, big sloppy clumps of stuck together snowflakes. It's a gray day. Didn't get any of my errands done.

Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

03-26-03 live

I constantly find myself stumbling around in brazen refusal of all that is good and freely given.

Eze 33:10 "Son of man, say to the house of Israel, 'This is what you are saying: "Our offenses and sins weigh us down, and we are wasting away because of them. How then can we live?" ' Eze 33:11 Say to them, 'As surely as I live, declares the Sovereign LORD, I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather that they turn from their ways and live. Turn! Turn from your evil ways! Why will you die, O house of Israel?'

Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcom thee, and wish thee long.
-Milton, "Song on a May Morning"

I realize that it is neither morning nor May as I include this, but yes, it still excites me. Mirth and youth, and warm desire. That's poetry.