SnapShots of Mortality

Location: Houston, United States

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

What fun it is ride and sing....

...a slaying song tonight!

Just Kidding.

'Twas an example of the kind of silly lyric changes that I used to make to songs in elementary school. I was quite martial when I was a kid. Blah, when I look at that word 'martial' sometimes I confuse it with the word 'marital'.

Christmas was great.

A pretty fair amount of snow and ice greeted me the day after I arrived in Tennessee. Then the clouds cleared out to let the full moon shine down upon the new vestments which Father Sky had adorned Mother Earth. I was in the country far away from the unclean, cluttering, lights of the city. The light of Sulva shone down from its place in the voids between the worlds and came down to ours and in its light the earth appeared to be blanketed in a solid sheet of silver which conformed to every curve, fold, and swelling of the Earth.

But one must not only have eyes to see, but also ears to hear. Listening to the world around you the next time after it snows and/or sleets. It's almost as if the normal sounds of the world have been swallowed up by ice and the snow, as if the Earth was waiting, holding its breath so that it could hear something of great importance. The unending ballad of the Four Winds is accompanied by the children of the Earth whose ice sheathed limbs sway back and forth in harmony with the Winds.

I wish that I could bottle up that light and save it up for hot days in the summer, but those cussed revenuers don't approve of moonshine.

That last was just a little joke....

I suffer from a terrible disease:

I think that I'm funny.

Well, I make me laugh at anyrate.....

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Sometimes you feel like an orc....

I bid you welcome, once again.

Alas for you gentle reader, there are only two things on my mind tonight: cleaning up my apartment (which is a shambles) and the events of this weekend.

The cleanliness of my apartment has seasons: a wreck, getting better, perfect!, and getting a little shabby. Mathematically, speaking it would be a sinusoid or perhaps some sort of 'saw' function because the change can be rather dramatic and time compressed when I have company coming over.

Speaking of which, I should probably finish this up and get some more work done because I'll be having some people coming over next Saturday to watch Return of the King Extended Edition.

To speak in broad and general terms of this weekend, have you ever inadvertantly hurt someone (not physicially) that you cared about? There was no blame to be assessed. None of the parties involved did anything morally wrong. It was just one of those things. However, events have causes, and the cause of this particular situation was me. It pains me that they are in pain, and it pains me almost as greatly that I was the one that set the events in motion that caused it.

Sometimes I feel like an orc: I can't create or do anything beautiful or give joy to anyone, but clever things, destructive things those things I excel at. [please no comments from the peanut gallery about my grammar.]

I don't want to be an orc, although I would say that there are times and places when acting like one would be the appropriate or even right thing to do. However, those circumstances would be extremely limited.

On that subject, of the races that Tolkien described I'm not entirely sure which I would choose (assuming that I had such a choice)

Dwarves are tough and creative, but (relatively) ignorant about anything apart from their crafts and stubborn.

Hobbits are good, enjoy the pleasures of life, but are dreadfully ignorant about anything not related to food and drink.

Oh yeah and they're both short....

Men are such as they are in this world. Numenorean, long life, independence from fate, a measure of wisdom, not a bad combination.

Elves wise, creative, immortal (unless slain), but bound by fate, and bound to Arda (the earth) until the ending of the world. If I had to be an elf I'd definitely want to be of the Noldor (sort of the elf equivalent of dwarves, very good at making things)

Hmm....I think that would choose either Numenorean or Noldor.

Anyway, I now must away to do battle with the legions of dust-bunnies and hordes of brik-a-brak that now threaten to cut off my hardwood floors from the light and life of day.

God be with you this Christmas season.........

Monday, December 06, 2004


In "Dune", I believe when Paul Atreides and his mother are initially trying to establish themselves in the Fremen community, one of them says that beginnings are delicate and/or important times.

Very true. If you don't start things properly or think them through properly, it can be very difficult and painful to get things back on track (if it's even possible).

Thus, I shall set out my primary purpose for starting this blog: to get into the habit of writing again.

For a long time I drifted, not really doing anything. Just going with the flow. I find that a very easy thing to do much of the time. Over the past couple of years, I have been getting out of that, or rather beginning to. It's a process, not a sudden occurence (or mathematically speaking, it's continous, not discrete).

Anyhoo...the subject matter of this blog will be whatever I feel like writing about when I sit down at the computer. Big surprise there.

However, politics, religion, movies, literature, and maybe even some poetry will be amongst the contents, perhaps with even some of my own compositions.

Parting question: When someone asks you how your weekend or day was, and you give an honest answer, do they tend to not ask that question again?

For me and this particular weekend, my reply was, "It was the best of times (Saturday); it was the worst of times (Sunday night)."

About as diplomatic as I could force myself to be....