I stumbled on this while searching out new streaming radio. Flower Power Radio has a live link to this scene.
After a downtown Mass I spied this prayer card and almost took it. But then I though, no no, that’s just not right. Some sweet soul left it here and it belongs at the foot of the statue where it was placed. So I took this photo, instead. Turned out way nicer than just the card by itself.
The statue is this old, slightly beat up statue of Christ with an open heart. It always seems to look away from me, as if I’m doing something wrong. But it’s probably just the positioning. That, and the fact that it’s on a stand, much higher than floor level.
Today I felt like I did the right thing by not taking this card home with me.
Recently I thought I’d try my hand at mythmaking. This came out something like a children’s story combined with a fairy tale. The main ideas just sort of came to me. But I revised this several times to get it into something readable.
His family and friends called him “Big Boy” because he was exceptionally big, even for giant folk.
One day while out for a walk near the woods, Big Boy spied a poisonous serpent. It was a foul creature, telling Big Boy all sorts of terrible lies.
Big Boy ran back home and fetched a large glass plate cover from the kitchen.
Rushing back to the serpent, Big Boy covered it with the glass so it could do no harm to friends and family on the island.
The serpent became angry and thrashed about. He knew that Big Boy had outdone him.
The serpent wasn’t trapped. It only thought so because of his anger. Had the serpent not been in such a blind rage, he would have noticed a small opening…
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I had a strange dream that was so compelling I had to write it down at msea4ever, my new “nightside” blog for all things dark, mysterious and creative.
Christ Carrying the Cross by Hieronymous Bosch (painted between 1510 and 1535)
I just had a somewhat baffling and disquieting dream. It wasn’t quite nightmare caliber but it certainly wasn’t heavenly.
Over the years dreams have become increasingly meaningful to me. They usually connect, sooner or later, in some symbolic way with daytime reality.
For me, dreams are often like deep layers to the onion of life. Roll around the onion – that is, live your life for a while – and the dream content eventually bears some kind of significance, even if it’s just an odd feeling of recognition, “Oh I dreamed this in a crystalized form a few months ago!”
So what I remember from last night’s dream is being in some kind of large department store. Maybe something like Walmart. I exit into a back room and decide to return into the main store. Two…
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I can’t believe I finally did it. I ordered some RAM for a very old laptop that was (trying to) run on 512 mb ram. Up till now I’ve only extracted stuff from busted computers and juggled it around, hoping it would work and not blow up! So far I’ve been pretty lucky.
But last night I researched and scanned my old laptop system info with the free CPU-Z portable app, which I love. And I read and read and read. I also extracted the RAM and wrote down a whole bunch of numbers. Noted the slots. All that stuff.
Just hoping now I got it right. If this works, I got an amazing Hong Kong deal.
Will keep you posted. Low, low price means longer than usual delivery times.
I’ve become a master at disabling unwanted plugins, resources, and startup items to get the RAM usage down to just over 100 mb. I’m not sure if Puppy Slacko was that low or not. The way the meter read the RAM was confusing to my untutored eyes.
Anyhow, I wrote the bulk of yesterday’s earthpages.ca article on my WinXP Pentium 4 computer, “Frankenstein.” But it gets slow when doing the final layout. So I switched to my Win 7 laptop, which is pretty average by today’s standards. Then I proofread again using the Win XP machine.
Looking at my writing on different systems gives me a fresh take. I can see inelegancies, errors and redundancies better. I then went BACK to XP and again to Win7 before finally finishing the thing at about 4:30 am.
Good thing I can sleep in a bit when I need to. I enjoy listening to music more than writing about it! 🙂
Possessed would be too strong a word. Obsessed might be better. Theologically, possessed means a serious eclipse of free will by an evil spirit. Whereas obsession isn’t quite so strong. Again theologically, I think obsessed just means being harassed by an evil spirit.
In both cases free will never dies. But in possession, it is temporarily eclipsed.
I think that’s right. I’d have to check my own Earthpages.ca “Think Free” entries to be sure.
Isn’t that pathetic? I have to look stuff up on my own website to see if I get it right.
But that’s the way it goes sometimes… 🙂
So what am I possessed/obsessed (whatever…) about?
Well, the Great Geek in the Sky or, as some might call him or her, the Supreme Geek in the Sky, has taken over most of my free time; I have been extremely enthused about learning Linux.
Earthpages, the news, the issues… they’ve all taken a back seat. Instead, searches upon searches about Ubuntu, Xubuntu, Lubuntu and (Slacko) Puppy Linux have been filling my days.
Trial and error… Endless reboots. Wearing out my old computer maybe. But lovin’ it!
I have a nice Windows computer in my bedroom. But it looks like a stranger to me now.
A little bit.
I guess that’s what happens when you enter into Linux Land. The “old world” of Windows looks so… ick… banal… easy… bourgeois.
I’m having much more fun learning everything anew on an old Pentium 4 that was broken. It’s actually a mix of two computers. But I’ve talked about that…
Anyhow… that’s all for now… have to get back to my learning curve. The Great Geek calls… 🙂