I can’t seem to get below 10 boxes to unpack. Right now here in the little room I have 6 big moving boxes to do; there are 2 boxes on the dining room table and 1 in the bedroom. Wait - that’s 9 not 10! Woo hoo! (Anyone want to do this with me?)
Stuff that’s pissing me off right about now
1. The seller still hasn’t signed and returned the contract. What the fuck is he waiting for? This bastard had the balls to write “time is of the essence” on the initial agreement and he’s done nothing but drag his fucking feet ever since. Fucker.
2. The guy who lives upstairs is constitutionally incapable of closing the front door. At least twice a week I come home to find it ajar. It’s not that hard. On your way out, grasp the knob and pull the door shut behind you. On your way in, grasp the knob, and push the door shut. Fucker.
3. My father says to me today - in a quiet, confidential tone - you know, you’re putting on weight. No shit! You think I hadn’t noticed? (this is where I’d like to say “fucker” but I won’t).
4. My mother starts in with the money my parents are gifting me. She feels bad because she’s not giving the same amount to my brother and sister. But, as her friend Moira always says, “there’s one that needs more.” She makes it sound like I’m forever asking for stuff. (this is another place where I’d like to say “fucker” but won’t.).
How was your Sunday?
Instead of airing the awards uninterrupted as if the radio listening audience is in the Drury Lane, BBC Radio 2 has Matt Wolff and someone else talking to the winners. Nice, but I want to hear the AWARDS, not the winners’ interviews. Air that stuff AFTER the awards.
Do I hear two hundred?
I haven’t heard anything yet. Yesterday I submitted my bid for the apartment. The owner’s asking $228,500 and I bid $188,500. Let’s see what he counters with. Whatever it is, I’m sticking at my price - unless he asks for $190,00. That’s it. I know what I can afford. If he doesn’t take my bid, I’ll wait. The market’s going to drop again and when it does, I’ll offer less. The longer it’s on the market the hungrier he’s going to be - unless he can afford to sit on it empty. If so, he’s a fool. He should at least rent it out.
Looks like this winter is going to be one storm a week. But actually, if it’s only 2 or 3 inches at a time, I can deal with it. It’s the huge dumps of snow - 20 inches at a time - that are the killers!
This morning I walked to the bus stop rather than take the train, ferry, and subway to work. It was gorgeous. I left about 10 to 7 and the sun wasn’t yet up so the sky was still blue-ish and the snow was falling - big fat flakes. Really lovely. And the fact I was the first footsteps in some of the snow was a kick. As I was walking along I remembered part of a poem from freshman year (high school) english class:
The snow had begun in the gloaming / and busily all the night / had been heaping field and highway / with a silence deep and white.
So of course I start thinking about english class and that brought to mind another poem:
I must go down to the seas again / to the lonely sea and the sky / and all I ask is a tall ship / and a star to steer her by.
And then finally, I thought of John Donne’s
No man is an island, entire of himself. Every man is a piece of the promontory a part of the main. … Any man’s death diminishes me, therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.
So of course I had to google these poems once I got on the bus. So here for your pleasure are The First Snow Fall by James Russell Lowell, I Must Go Down to the Sea by John Masefield, and last (but certainly not least) Meditation XVII by John Donne.
The First Snow-Fall
By James Russell Lowell
THE SNOW had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails softened to swan’s-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.
I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
As did robins the babes in the wood.
Up spoke our own little Mabel,
Saying, “Father, who makes it snow?”
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below.
Again I looked at the snow-fall,
And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o’er our first great sorrow,
When that mound was heaped so high.
I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud like snow,
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
The scar that renewed our woe.
And again to the child I whispered,
“The snow that husheth all,
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall!”
Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.
I Must Go Down to the Sea
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Really, really stupid
I just read this. Is this guy for real? Sounds to me like Alabama just took a giant step backwards. I think it’s time to give up religion and church.
New Ala. gov: Just Christians are his familyBy JAY REEVES, Associated Press Jay Reeves, Associated Press Tue Jan 18, 11:39 pm ET
BIRMINGHAM, Ala. – Alabama Gov. Robert Bentley told a church crowd just moments into his new administration that those who have not accepted Jesus as their savior are not his brothers and sisters, shocking some critics who questioned Tuesday whether he can be fair to non-Christians.
“Anybody here today who has not accepted Jesus Christ as their savior, I’m telling you, you’re not my brother and you’re not my sister, and I want to be your brother,” Bentley said Monday, his inauguration day, according to The Birmingham News.
The Anti-Defamation League on Tuesday called Bentley’s remarks shocking.
“His comments are not only offensive, but also raise serious questions as to whether non-Christians can expect to receive equal treatment during his tenure as governor,” said Bill Nigut, the ADL’s regional director.
Speaking at Dexter Avenue King Memorial Church after the official inaugural ceremony, Bentley told the crowd that he considered anyone who believed in Jesus to be his brothers and sisters regardless of color, but anyone who isn’t a Christian doesn’t have that same relationship to him.
“If the Holy Spirit lives in you that makes you my brothers and sisters. Anyone who has not accepted Jesus, I want to be your brothers and sisters, too,” Bentley said.
After his speech, Bentley said he did not mean to insult anyone.
Responding to questions about it, Bentley’s office released a statement Tuesday saying he believes “he is the governor of all of Alabama.”
“The governor clearly stated that he will be the governor of all Alabamians — Democrat, Republican and Independent, young, old, black and white, rich and poor. As stated in his (inaugural) address, Gov. Bentley believes his job is to make everyone’s lives better,” the statement said.
Ashfaq Taufique, president of the Birmingham Islamic Society, told The Birmingham News he wasn’t sure how Bentley’s remarks were intended.
“Does it mean that those who according to him are not saved are less important than those who are saved?” Taufique said. “Does he want those of us who do not belong to the Christian faith to adopt his faith? That should be toned down. That’s not what we need. If he means that, I hope he changes it. We don’t want evangelical politicians. They can be whatever in their private life.”
The official with the Anti-Defamation League, which fights discrimination against Jewish people, said it sounded like Bentley was using the office of governor to advocate for Christian conversion.
“If he does so, he is dancing dangerously close to a violation of the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, which forbids government from promoting the establishment of any religion,” Nigut said.
Associated Press Writer Bob Johnson in Montgomery contributed to this report.
What the hell is wrong with people?
I bet the shooting of Congresswoman Giffords and Judge Roll is going to turn out to be the work of some Family Values, God Fearing Christian who thinks that killing is a legitimate answer.
Excuse me but the commandment is Thou shalt NOT kill.
I’m so angry and upset. I feel as if my country has been captured and is held hostage by people who think
I can’t even formulate my thoughts I’m so upset
Just a recap of the last several weeks. My sister and BIL came up from VA for Christmas—spent the Eve with Mom and Dad and the Day with Vic and his family. Met Erica’s boyfriend’s parents who came for cocktails. We like Bryan very much. He’s a nice man.
Gerry and Steve drove back to VA on the 26th—took 10 hours instead of 7 but they got there safe and sound.
Monday I woke up and was stranded. 23 inches of snow on the front steps. Didn’t see a plow until Wednesday night - or maybe it was Tuesday. Whatever. All I know is the city dropped the ball on this one - they should have declared a snow emergency on Saturday.
Oh well oh well.
I had to take Monday the 27th as an unpaid day. Since the city didn’t declare a snow emergency or officially close things, the fact I couldn’t get to work meant I had to take a personal or vacation day - but I’d used them all up so it was unpaid.
Oh well oh well.
Tuesday my landlady called to say she didn’t understand my letter about the rent increase and what the overcharges were. Talk talk talk. She still didn’t understand and I told her I didn’t have the papers in front of me and so I couldn’t explain it. Then I mentioned - as I probably should have in the letter - that I met with Mr. Ali at the rent board.
On Thursday she called me back to say “I understand”. No shit. She got unconfused when I told her I’d already been to the rent board.
So now we’re square on the rent amount. I’m taking a credit in February, and another small one in March and then in April the new rent begins. I’ve adjusted the lease papers and will send them to her from work after I’ve copied the lease and my letter to her.
I was invited to Vermont for New Year’s Eve. And I said “yes” but then I bought the tv and it was being delivered on the 31st between 8am and 4pm and so I decided to take delivery of the tv instead of going to VT. Only I never called or emailed the hosts to let them know. Yes, I know. Rude. Stupid. So NYE about 4 or so my phone rang and it was my brother and SIL from VT - not at Dave’s house yet but not too far away either. Did I ever call Dave and let them know I wasn’t going? Oh shit! So I told Vic and Lin that I’d call Dave - give me his # please - and say I wasn’t feeling well.
So I did.
But then it was bothering me that I lied and mostly that I put my brother and SIL in an awkward spot. So this morning after breakfast after church I sent this mail to Dave and his wife:I wish you both all the best for the new year. Please accept my apology for not calling you sooner to tell you I wasn’t going to be at your party. Although I said I wasn’t feeling well, the actual truth was that I had a delivery scheduled for the 31st (between 8am and 4pm) and had to wait around for that; I should have let you know much soooner that I wasn’t going to be able to be there but because I didn’t, it seemed easier to say I wasn’t feeling well. In truth, I was embarrassed by my rudeness and so, craven coward that I am, seized on the easiest excuse at hand. I’m also embarrassed because it put Vic and Lin in an awkward spot.Please accept my wholehearted apology and my best wishes to you and your family for the new year.Anyhow, I hope they’re not too pissed at me. I also copied Vic and Lin on my email.When we were having breakfast at the diner this morning, we were talking about the storm, of course, and the waitress was telling us that one of the workers died during the storm. He’d been ill beforehand but didn’t go to the doctor. Then during the storm he went to the diner to see if someone could give him some help with going to a doctor (I think he might have been an undocumented alien working off the books which is why all the reticence about going to a doctor) and according to the waitress, he collapsed and died and wasn’t found until a day or two later.Really breaks my heart. According to her, he was 37, living here and sending money home.And so the new year begins. I think 2011 is going to be good. I hope it is.