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Day 40

Lent is a season of fasting. The day before Lent begins is, for some, the biggest party of the year. In New Orleans, they actually change the rules for Mardi Gras; things that are illegal on any other day of the year are allowed on Fat Tuesday. May as well live it up now, the logic goes, if we're gonna have to be all pious for a month plus. At least, that's how it started. Now, people join the party without knowing why.

Downturn

I think there may be a bit if a backhanded upside to our current economic situation.

I Remember Being Advised To Stay

I remember being advised to stay within the lines when I was coloring as a child. It’s not like anyone was trying to limit my creativity; it’s just that if you don’t stay within the lines, the picture is totally incoherent at the end. The lines blur under patches of color, and the image becomes something else.

Ive Had Man Shout At Me Because I Made

I’ve had a man shout at me because I made his lox and bagels closed-face, not open-face. Same ingredients, mind you, but different presentation. He literally slammed his plate down on the counter and stormed out of the bagel shop.

Last Mission Of Starcraft Is

The last mission of Starcraft is preposterously hard. I feel like if I beat it, I’ll become some sort of superbeing. Like I’ll graduate to a new level of tactical mastery. The secrets of the Xel’naga will be opened to me. Every last one of the outlying colonies will be brought in line. I’ll command the Zerg swarms with a thought, and the galaxy will fall before my onslaught.

My Dad Listens To Rush Limbaugh In

My dad listens to Rush Limbaugh in the morning, and thus, so do I. Every half hour his program takes a break for a news update, which is produced by ABC. Listening to Limbaugh and ABC News in close succession is absolutely dizzying. It’s a rodeo. One moment the talk is leaning to the far right, then it sweeps left with a snap, then back again. When Clear Channel Broadcasting switches to Fox News this summer, there may be a bit more continuity, to say the least. But the current situation is truly strange.

As Though In Answer To My Question

As though in answer to my question (thank you, Lord), a copy of The Church Herald appeared in my living room. The front page article: “Courtship and Marriage: Is it All About Love?”

Look Around For Moment

Look around for a moment. Think back. Think forward, if you can. Examine your heart, and all that’s run through… and over it.

Word Sarcasm Comes From Greek

The word “sarcasm” comes from the Greek sarkasmos, meaning “to tear the flesh.” How terribly appropriate.

I Am I Am I Said Im Not Myself Im Not

I am I am, I said I’m not myself / I’m not dead and I’m not for sale.
—Stone Temple Pilots, “Tripping on a Hole in a Paper Heart”

Recently My House Received Friendly

Recently, my house received a friendly oversized postcard from our local real estate agent. Both sides of the card were filled with handy conversion tables for cooking: cups to ounces, how many crumbled vanilla wafers make a cup, the tablespooon equivalent of a jigger (jigger?), etc. One side was adorned with a picture of the softly smirking realtor in question, her phone number, and her office address. But a little something occupying the space below all this was what really caught my eye.