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Musings of a Ciompi: Stormy Weather
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Friday, September 21, 2007. Tonight is no less lively. I'm not quite sure why my mommy decided to take the trash out right at the height of the downpour, but for whatever reason, she did,and she is now walking around the house soaking wet, daddy is astounded by the record breaking rate, Crystal is remarking on those poor people who live right on the beach, and I am here soaking it in. Sometimes it's nice to just be in a moment. Great post thanks for sharing! Http:/ thehumanicana.blogspot.com/. Current Bo...
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mumble, grumble.: 01.2007
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8220;So I’m back to the blog scene again…”. 8220;What’s this your third or fourth now? 8220;Third—I think? Maybe fourth actually.”. 8220;Too many if you ask me.”. 8220;I have a limit now? 8220;No, but I’m here to tell you that there is a limit. Can’t you see that you’re in a self-destructive cycle? You need help, and I know some people who can.”. 8220;‘Bloggers Anonymous.’ You have to be kidding.”. Pardon, Dave. Stealing conversations is a nasty habit. So when the weatherman says,. Then it makes sense,.
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mumble, grumble.: 07.2007
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From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.". Happy are men who yet before they are killed. Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers. Or makes their feet. Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers. The front line withers. But they are troops who fade, not flowers,. For poets' tearful fooling:. Men, gaps for filling:. And some cease feeling.
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mumble, grumble.: 04.2007
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I only hang with sheepdogs.". My squad leader and fellow cadet sent this essay to me and the rest of our squad. Personally, I often have trouble verbalizing my own motivations towards the military, but I felt that this essay does a good job expressing some of those motivations as well as analyzing the military's function. Anyway, I enjoyed it, and I felt it was a fairly easy read; so I've deemed it post-worthy. The following essay was written by Lieutenant Colonel Dave Grossman,. You better believe it...
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mumble, grumble.: 05.2007
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Fumbling For The Light Switch. It's true: while I am here and now there will be darkness. Wherever I may turn darkness may pursue or be for who can deny that I or this place is not jaded, tainted, or consumed by a dark veil? But, at the same time, who can deny a light switch or hope or salvation? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Fumbling For The Light Switch. Serviceable Substitutes for Wit.
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mumble, grumble.: 09.2007
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His teacher looked over his over shoulder to find that he was reading the last page. Then she asked him, "Finished it already, have you now? No, not really. I read the first and last pages," He replied. His teacher then asked, "Now why would you do that? I like to find the end in the beginning and the beginning in the end. It's the mark of a good story," He said. His teacher forced out a wry yet caring smile and said to him,. Journey of the Magi. A cold coming we had of it,. The very dead of winter.'.
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Musings of a Ciompi
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Saturday, September 15, 2007. All thou wouldst have lies now within thee, every whit. Tis thine - so long as thou dost never strive for it." - Angelus Silesius. Lost to myself I stayed. My face upon my lover having laid. From all endeavour ceasing:. And all my cares releasing. Threw them amongst the lilies there to fade." - St. John of The Cross. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still. Quote of the Day. No motes of dust are so contemptible and small.
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Musings of a Ciompi: nothing is dull
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Saturday, September 15, 2007. No No, now it is mystical haze that envelopes the perception of a city and still participates as one of its members. I almost want to ask it what it's thinking about. Who could call this mundane? Me, only yesterday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still. Quote of the Day. No motes of dust are so contemptible and small. But that the Wise see God all glorious in them all.". View my complete profile. Current Books I'm Reading.
