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The penitents in Dante’s Purgatorio are movving towads eden. Their journey ends in a redemption of thier selves – spirtual and physical. Once again, they can be ‘naked and unashamed.’
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I’m wearing my mother’s dress. Although I’m not sure who’s worn it longer now, me or her. She used to wear it sometimes on Sundays when I was fairly small – maybe eight or ten (which is really young, now that I think about it: alive for only eight years? Small). And I have a [...]

I was already late, it wasn’t really the bus’s fault. The extra wait certainly didn’t help, though.
When the bus finally arrived, there were enough of us to fill three busses. I stood, looming over a squirming toddler in his fathers lap, a man’s elbo in my back and some woman squished up against my boob. [...]

“Become who you are”
I first read Pindar in High School, after stumbling across that quotation (which the Nietzschians among you no doubt recognize) in an academic journal.
Now I really had no business reading Pindar, Academic Journals or Nietzsche in High School. I was really too young, and on some level still regarded ‘becoming who I [...]

Shaw’s comment on my Jesus-complex post (two down) got me thinking about belief, and Gibson’s Passion, and Religion in American Society Today. In some ways I think The Passion is just great – its Medici-like gradiosity harkens back to a simpler time, when folks who had money could spend it on stupidly huge declarations of [...]

Found poetry inspired by the 23rd page/fifth sentence meme. If you’re freakin’ tired of said meme, please do not click on the link. You have been warned.

So, after calling in sick (with every intention of spending a nice day in slack-off mode), I ended up actually being sick most of the day. Is the universe bent keeping me honest, or what?
Heh. That reminds me. When I was a kid, I could never understand why I should just try to be good. [...]

On Thursday, I posted:
Why do I get so annoyed sometimes? Is it anyone’s fault but mine that folks just don’t get what I’m on about?
As Shaw so kindly reminds me, even the most off-the-cuff blog entry finds an audience, and the less information said entry gives, the more likely its Rorsachification by the reader. [...]

I can’t help but follow instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
If we also set out to deprive the common man, [who has neither science nor art] of his religion we shall clearly not [...]

Why do I get so annoyed sometimes? Is it anyone’s fault but mine that folks just don’t get what I’m on about?