Saturday, December 28, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Learning new words--
I'm a passionate & avid reader. Not a day goes by that I don't run into a word I am unfamiliar with. Not just a word I don't really know, but a word I SWEAR I've never seen before. I love it! Look it up, put it into a sentence or two, memorize its spelling, and thoroughly become FAMILIAR with it.
Here's a word I ran into in a blog I subscribe to: per•sev•er•ate (pərˈsɛv əˌreɪt)
v.i. -at•ed, -at•ing.
to repeat a word, gesture, or act insistently or redundantly.
Monday, December 09, 2013
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
So Many Books, So Little Time.....
I've received a huge booty of books over the past month or so.
I'd love to list them all here for ya'll, but I never seem to find
the time to do it. So here it is, 4a.m. ("it's 4a.m. in Texas..." Who
sings that?? 7 SECONDS, I believe?!)
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"Let Fury Have the Hour: Joe Strummer, Punk & the Movement That Shook the World"
-by A. D'Ambrosio
"Grey Wolf: The Escape of Adolf Hitler"
-by S. Dunstan & Gerrard Williams
"A Terrible Revenge: The Ethnic Cleansing of the East European Germans"
-by A. Maurice de Zayas
"A New History of Early Christianity"
-by C. Freeman
"An Infinity of Little Hours: Five Young Men and Their Trial of Faith in the Western World's Most Austere Monastic Order"
-by N.K. Maguire
"Occult America: White House Seances, Ouija Circles, Masons, & the Secret Mystic History of Our Nation"
-by M. Horowitz
"Called Out of Darkness, a Spiritual Confession"
-by Anne Rice
"Killing Pablo: The Hunt for the World's Greatest Outlaw"
-by Mark Bowden
"No Longer a Slumdog"
-by K.P. Yohannan
"Beyond Doubt & Illusion"
-by A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
"A History of Catholic Antisemitism: The Dark Side of the Church"
by R. Michael
"Food Genes & Culture: Eating Right for Your Origins"
-by G.P. Nabhan
"Supreme Decisions: Great Constitutional Cases & Their Impact"
-by Melvin I. Urofsky
"Secret Lives of the Dalai Lama: The Untold Story of the Holy Men Who Shaped Tibet, from Pre-History to the Present Day"
-by A. Norman
"White Hand Society: The Psychedelic Partnership of Timothy Leary & Allan Ginsberg"
-by P. Conners
"A Burning Desire: Dharma God & the Path to Recovery"
-by K. Griffin
"Evolution - The Disguised Friend of Faith?"
-by Arthur Peacocke
"Sacred Desire: Growing in Compassionate Living"
-by N.K. Morrison, M.D. & S.K. Severino
"Ancient Christian Martyrdom: Diverse Practices, Theologies, and Traditions"
-by C.R. Moss
"The Synchronicity Key: The Hidden Intelligence Guiding the Universe & You"
-by David Wilcock
"The Gagging of God: Christianity Confronts Pluralism"
-by D.A. Carson
"Religion and Spirituality in Psychotherapy: An Individual Psychology Perspective"
-by Thor Johansen
"Shapers of Early Christianity: 52 Biographies. A.D. 100 - 400"
-by R.H. Worth, Jr.
"Babylon's Banksters: The Alchemy of Deep Physics, High Finance and Ancient Religion"
-by J.P. Farrell
"Genes, Giants, Monsters & Men: The Surviving Elites of the Cosmic War & Their Hidden Agenda"
-by J.P. Farrell
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
"Secrets of the Mushroom, Psychic Abilities, DMT, and Religious Origins" Video
Great video here, if you can get through all the segments of it. ♥ m//r
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Video "Quaerere Deum: Documentary of Italian Monastery"
Beautiful & amazing! I truly, truly want to live in a monastery like this. I think it's been my dream for years now. And meditating on my life over the past seven years, I am convinced that God has been priming me for this kind of life (though I could always be wrong!) My interest in books, music, philosophy, women (and lack of them!), etc. Too many things are pointing to the monastic life. Of course I may simply be thinking out loud right now. But in all earnestness, this kind of life looks appealing and amazing to me. The simple idea of giving up everything to live a life of solitude for the Lord, all feels so natural to me. My personal daily written journal has much more on this topic. I am not comfortable yet revealing too much here on the interwebz.
Please watch this video if you have 45 minutes to spare from your hectic all-important life.
Please watch this video if you have 45 minutes to spare from your hectic all-important life.
Tuesday, October 08, 2013
TERROR - Keepers Of The Faith (Full Length Documentary)
Posted this before, but just had to put it up here again! Excellent documentary!!
Sunday, October 06, 2013
Saturday, October 05, 2013
Watched That Awesome "This is CLASH TV" DVD--
"This is CLASH TV" is one of the BEST put together bootleg DVD's ever made about The CLASH!! Chock full of live CLASH footage from all era's of the time together, including: Interviews from UK television shows, segments of classic concerts, and the great interview on the Tom Snyder Show in 1981!! Tons more stuff on there! Picked it up a few years ago, or given to me as a gift, can't quite remember. Oh yeah, it's got their performance from Saturday Night Live in 1982!! Hot damn this thing is rad!!
In other news: I got the job I interviewed for today! Yay for me! I'm so stoked to be working at Zingerman's Bakehouse for the holiday season!! And who knows, it may turn into a permanent full-time gig. I didn't know it at the time, but today was the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi, whose name I took at my Confirmation into the Catholic Church!! Thank you for your help, St. Francis.
God is good! ♥♥♥
Friday, October 04, 2013
Stunned At This Turn of Events // (Edward Snowden Was Wrong About the Great Solar Flare As the Big "Killshot" That Posed a Danger to Earth)
Soooo many new books I don't even know where to begin... I'm at the library almost every day, now that I live 150 feet away from the damn place!! I'm going to make a couple of posts about that later on.
The following is an excerpt from a book I recently read, "Thrashing in Ragwood." About the life of a punk rock kid growing up in the middle of nowhere & how he copes with it all. Good stuff, considering I don't read novels all that much. I prefer non-fiction, as m//r readers know!
"I am still having a hard time understanding how & why this happened. I am still having a hard time with how a person whom I once loved & who ostensibly loved me as well, could possibly sic the motherfucking cops on me?! WTF?!? Lemme' say it again, What. The. Fuck?! Wouldn't simply emailing me to say, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Don't email me" work just as well? Why in the fuck would ANYONE call the fucking cops on another person--a FRIEND at that--just because they didn't wanna talk anymore?? Here's the bloody facts about Sharon (unless there's something I'm missing, this is the honest to goodness truth): I went to high school with this "woman" Sharon (A term used loosely.) We were both in the punk rock scene, and at the time there just weren't that many of us punkers here in Ragwood, Nebraska. This girl was basically what we called a "poseur." She was like a comic book version of a punker--a thick layer of white corpse paint over her acne ridden face, black eye shadow, black lipstick, a large dyed black fully charged mohawk (that actually looked kinda' cool), carefully ripped & torn jeans, and black combat boots. The thing about her that stood out most, believe it or not, wasn't her carefully put together appearance, but her insanely large nose!! I am not exaggerating when I say it was by & far the BIGGEST nose I have ever, EVER seen on any human being in my entire life!! To this day I have never seen one bigger!! Thick & wide, and very loooong. Too long. My guess is it made the simple act of eating difficult. I couldn't even imagine trying to kiss her! (Actually I can, since I did try to kiss her! More about that in a bit.) Her & I weren't friends, but we weren't enemies either. She had it rough back then, getting lunch & other object thrown at her by the jocks, and spit on, ridiculed, and bullied by the punk rockers, the tribe she was supposed to be most at home with! I used to feel sorry for her, especially watching her get beat up by one particularly tough Asian punker named Annie Shapiro. Annie had a reputation as a tough gal (the feminine equivalent of "tough guy" I suppose) and was a brown-belt in Ju Jitsu. But what could I do, I was bullied myself by Annie! Fast forward to 2007, and me & this now ex-punker girl started chatting via MySpace. We exchanged phone numbers & started talking on the phone and eventually made plans for a date. I was super excited, since after looking through Sharon's MySpace photo albums, it appeared that she had had a nose job, toned down the punker gal look, adopted a macrobiotic diet, laid off the booze & chain smoking, and was even into running & competing in marathons! She also made it clear that she was very, very horny and wanted to have sex with me, on the first date! This is something I normally don't do, since I'm always afraid of getting an STD or worse: and unwanted pregnancy. So she invited me over to her house--for sex--and to watch a DVD & talk. Well we didn't have sex, not that I couldn't have, but I told her I wanted to wait & see where this went. I knew I liked her a lot right away, and she told me she felt the same. Of course we eventually started sleeping together & we fell in love. The only problem was, I was out on bond from the county jail, fighting a bogus minor drug possession charge. I didn't tell this to Sharon right off the bat (who would?) but rather waited until closer to my trial date. With the prospect of jail in front of me, I was scared & not really looking to get into a new relationship. But then again, maybe having a girlfriend who would write to me, visit me, put money in my account, and order me books might be an asset! I would up coping a plea to 90 days in the county jail. True enough, Sharon stuck with me and did all the things I mentioned. This made the county jail much more bearable. I got out after doing seventy days and Sharon & I picked the relationship right back up. Things seemed to be going well, but I just didn't feel "right" with her. She argued with me a lot, picked fights, whined about nearly everything incessantly, and was just an all around negative Nancy & Debbie downer! She hated sex--especially foreplay--(what kind of woman doesn't like to have her guy go down on her or finger-fuck her? Weird!) and wasn't at all into romance or spontaneity whatsoever. And the kicker: Her nose was as big as it was back in h.s., maybe even bigger! Not to mention that she would never let me meet her parents, coworkers, or any of her friends. I began to suspect that she was cheating on me, and my suspicions turned out to be correct. We broke up, but remained friends. We still talked frequently, mainly via email & text messaging. We had a few arguments, but never anything serious. We tried getting back together, but it wasn't time yet. The wounds of her cheating on me were still too fresh. Plus, she was starting school full time, so we decided to wait til she was finished with school, ostensibly two years. (Apparently community college & dating were a bit too much for her at one time. Hey, I never said she was a smart woman! Wait: A butt ugly chick who hates to fuck and isn't all that smart? What the fuck was I thinking?! LOL!) Well, after all Sharon & went through together, the end result was that she tried to sic the law on me! Let me repeat that: she tried to sic the law on me, for emailing her. First of all, I emailed her to apologize for my part in things, owning up to where I went wrong, and to say I was sorry & that I wanted to make a formal amends to her. Then I emailed her to ask if we could talk about things, her, me, us, etc. That was about it. A normal person would have returned the email(s) with either an, "I forgive you" or a "fuck off" or something in between. Yeah, a "normal" person. But apparently not this chick. Nope. Playing with my heart, and then siccing the police on me..... Well, the world has my word: Never again. I'm 86'd. Lesson learned: Stay away from the mud puddles, they're full of piranhas.
The following is an excerpt from a book I recently read, "Thrashing in Ragwood." About the life of a punk rock kid growing up in the middle of nowhere & how he copes with it all. Good stuff, considering I don't read novels all that much. I prefer non-fiction, as m//r readers know!
"I am still having a hard time understanding how & why this happened. I am still having a hard time with how a person whom I once loved & who ostensibly loved me as well, could possibly sic the motherfucking cops on me?! WTF?!? Lemme' say it again, What. The. Fuck?! Wouldn't simply emailing me to say, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Don't email me" work just as well? Why in the fuck would ANYONE call the fucking cops on another person--a FRIEND at that--just because they didn't wanna talk anymore?? Here's the bloody facts about Sharon (unless there's something I'm missing, this is the honest to goodness truth): I went to high school with this "woman" Sharon (A term used loosely.) We were both in the punk rock scene, and at the time there just weren't that many of us punkers here in Ragwood, Nebraska. This girl was basically what we called a "poseur." She was like a comic book version of a punker--a thick layer of white corpse paint over her acne ridden face, black eye shadow, black lipstick, a large dyed black fully charged mohawk (that actually looked kinda' cool), carefully ripped & torn jeans, and black combat boots. The thing about her that stood out most, believe it or not, wasn't her carefully put together appearance, but her insanely large nose!! I am not exaggerating when I say it was by & far the BIGGEST nose I have ever, EVER seen on any human being in my entire life!! To this day I have never seen one bigger!! Thick & wide, and very loooong. Too long. My guess is it made the simple act of eating difficult. I couldn't even imagine trying to kiss her! (Actually I can, since I did try to kiss her! More about that in a bit.) Her & I weren't friends, but we weren't enemies either. She had it rough back then, getting lunch & other object thrown at her by the jocks, and spit on, ridiculed, and bullied by the punk rockers, the tribe she was supposed to be most at home with! I used to feel sorry for her, especially watching her get beat up by one particularly tough Asian punker named Annie Shapiro. Annie had a reputation as a tough gal (the feminine equivalent of "tough guy" I suppose) and was a brown-belt in Ju Jitsu. But what could I do, I was bullied myself by Annie! Fast forward to 2007, and me & this now ex-punker girl started chatting via MySpace. We exchanged phone numbers & started talking on the phone and eventually made plans for a date. I was super excited, since after looking through Sharon's MySpace photo albums, it appeared that she had had a nose job, toned down the punker gal look, adopted a macrobiotic diet, laid off the booze & chain smoking, and was even into running & competing in marathons! She also made it clear that she was very, very horny and wanted to have sex with me, on the first date! This is something I normally don't do, since I'm always afraid of getting an STD or worse: and unwanted pregnancy. So she invited me over to her house--for sex--and to watch a DVD & talk. Well we didn't have sex, not that I couldn't have, but I told her I wanted to wait & see where this went. I knew I liked her a lot right away, and she told me she felt the same. Of course we eventually started sleeping together & we fell in love. The only problem was, I was out on bond from the county jail, fighting a bogus minor drug possession charge. I didn't tell this to Sharon right off the bat (who would?) but rather waited until closer to my trial date. With the prospect of jail in front of me, I was scared & not really looking to get into a new relationship. But then again, maybe having a girlfriend who would write to me, visit me, put money in my account, and order me books might be an asset! I would up coping a plea to 90 days in the county jail. True enough, Sharon stuck with me and did all the things I mentioned. This made the county jail much more bearable. I got out after doing seventy days and Sharon & I picked the relationship right back up. Things seemed to be going well, but I just didn't feel "right" with her. She argued with me a lot, picked fights, whined about nearly everything incessantly, and was just an all around negative Nancy & Debbie downer! She hated sex--especially foreplay--(what kind of woman doesn't like to have her guy go down on her or finger-fuck her? Weird!) and wasn't at all into romance or spontaneity whatsoever. And the kicker: Her nose was as big as it was back in h.s., maybe even bigger! Not to mention that she would never let me meet her parents, coworkers, or any of her friends. I began to suspect that she was cheating on me, and my suspicions turned out to be correct. We broke up, but remained friends. We still talked frequently, mainly via email & text messaging. We had a few arguments, but never anything serious. We tried getting back together, but it wasn't time yet. The wounds of her cheating on me were still too fresh. Plus, she was starting school full time, so we decided to wait til she was finished with school, ostensibly two years. (Apparently community college & dating were a bit too much for her at one time. Hey, I never said she was a smart woman! Wait: A butt ugly chick who hates to fuck and isn't all that smart? What the fuck was I thinking?! LOL!) Well, after all Sharon & went through together, the end result was that she tried to sic the law on me! Let me repeat that: she tried to sic the law on me, for emailing her. First of all, I emailed her to apologize for my part in things, owning up to where I went wrong, and to say I was sorry & that I wanted to make a formal amends to her. Then I emailed her to ask if we could talk about things, her, me, us, etc. That was about it. A normal person would have returned the email(s) with either an, "I forgive you" or a "fuck off" or something in between. Yeah, a "normal" person. But apparently not this chick. Nope. Playing with my heart, and then siccing the police on me..... Well, the world has my word: Never again. I'm 86'd. Lesson learned: Stay away from the mud puddles, they're full of piranhas.
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