Despite what you may have heard, I’m alive but not kickin’ right now.
If you have a hankering for ice cream in the Mid-South, this is where I’d go. I have a craving for it this morning!
Had to limit myself to my own property this past week. The nausea got really, really bad, but it may be under control now. (Prayers, por favor!). Looking forward to some TLC in MS this weekend.
Thanks to the Memphians for all the knowledge and stuff. Link to latest mix to post on my Twitter feed late Saturday US/Canada time.
What do you do when your mother starts emailing you with acronyms you’ve never heard of? Thank God for the internet! (FTR [for the record], AAMOF means as of matter of fact.)
Someone asked me -- or maybe I posed the question myself -- which is worse: nausea or a migraine? Well, I’ve had both, sometimes at the same time, and after thinking about it awhile (and trying to eat a few times, only to throw it up), I’d say that it must be a rhetorical question, because dark thoughts like that lead you down a path away from recovery. Look at the brightness ahead, not the darkness left behind.
There are matters of faith and matters of science. I wrote a term paper with a friend a long time ago about the intersection between the two. We wrestled with it for days, and we both agreed that the two are not mutually exclusive -- or was it inclusive -- that’s the problem; it’s not exactly what any message conveys; it’s what is conveyed and at what time. If there’s too much input, then the output is changed. Another friend would say that this is reflective in the mentally ill; too much stimuli for one person can produce futility and confusion; to another it is a breeding ground for creativity.
Confined to the house (and right now the couch), but I’m thankful to be out of a hospital bed!
One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.
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The spirit of comparison Will rob you of identity Because you will be too busy Focused on who you’re not Instead of who you were created to be
Before you were in your mother’s womb You were known by God You are uniquely and wonderfully made No need for a facade
You don’t have to fake the funk Or try to be like what you see The anointing on our lives is on the REAL you And on the REAL me
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