| December 5, 2004 | Music | Recipe Calendar | Archives |
Did I forget to be thankful for Maureen Dowd in my last outing? She certainly sums up my feelings about the Dark Time, which happens to coincide with the pre-Christmas season.  I know that I cheer up a little right after Christmas. Is it because I sense the light coming back, or is it because the barrage of crappy music and rampant consumerism is finally done? Dowd stayed away from religion in her rant. I wouldn't have. Jesus has been so thoroughly hijacked that his simple message is inaudible. The money changers in the temple have figured out how to collect on Jesus. They bought up his contract and now they own his hippie ass. After they bought the rights to Jesus, in a brilliant marketing ploy they've bought up all copies of the gospels and are selling us the Old Testicle instead.
I've always thought the big round bales of hay with a little snow on them looked like breakfast cereal. Giant shredded wheat thingys. I've heard that the Maine legislature is about to make the round bales illegal. Something about cows deserving three square meals a day. We had one of those wonderful blended family groups at Thanksgiving at Melissa's mother's house, including my niece Melanie and her friend Jason, who were on break from Louisiana Tech. |
Today the wind sprayed the water up onto shore and did the icing thing. This picture is pretty much interchangeable with seeming thousands I've taken of the icing. In a few weeks the lake will have a foot of ice with snow on top of that, a winter playground. One of those mysteries of the Dark Time: how a frothy liquid can go to a solid you can drive a truck on in less than 30 days. In the meantime, I walk and jog on a treadmill in my home office/workout room.