tangledupinblue

"There's guns across the river aimin' at ya
Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya
Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.

Campin' out all night on the verenda
Dealin' cards 'til dawn in the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.

Playin' around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she will greet ya
Billy, you're so far away from home."


~~~~~Dylan goes to the Movies~~~~~


So now I spent the day thinkin, really nothin' more just thinkin. Not big thoughts, not real important ones, but just thinkin' and I kind of liked it. It sure helped me shirk work, that's the truth. I've got a tough week ahead of me in some ways. My sister has a blood disorder, kind of like lupus, and one of the side effects is that it destroys her platelets, kind of like hemophelia. Anyway, she has to have another course of chemotherapy to try and stem the tide. She had a course of it last year and it was pretty debilitating, but she really needs a booster. She goes tomorrow for her first treatment and is kind of wonked out after the medicine so I'll have a limo take me from work up to the hospital to pick her up so I can take her home and see what she needs. I'd sure like to take these treatments for her. She's a fantastic person, really my best friend as well as my sister, and I just wish she could get back to writing about St. Anselm and being way too good a Catholic for me. She'll be one hell of a teacher though, once she finishes up her doctorate. Interesting stuff, she's writing on the changing visions of God's perfection, what humanity considers to be divine attributes. Sometimes God or the Gods are venerated as unchanging, sometimes they are revered for their constant changes. I always thought that trying to ascribe any attributes to divinity was necessarily and fatally hamstrung by the limits of our point of view as humans and our very limited language. I mean, hell, I can't even find the great word to explain the beginning of baseball season or holding hands on a glider swing with a purty girl. How am I ever going to be eloquent enough to talk about God? No surprise I got my catcholic pass revoked. C'est la vie, I'm sure that there is a lot of the apocrypha that would sour me on the papacy anyway. Not quite sure that any people are sage enough to carve out doctrine about the "right" way to worship or reflect. It's got to come down to some basic Kantian / Golden Rule action anyway or else I won't go for it anyway. Just be true to your own self, and always walk on. It's all out there before you so long as you can insist on taking chances. I'll do better at that this year, I do believe. Some years are about survivial. Some years are about flourishing. This one may be bumpy, but it's got righteous upside. Time to let the garden grow.