THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

I WANT TO BELIEVE...but i just can't believe it! - 10 years after the 1st X-files movie they've made a sequel! I was SUCH a die hard fan of that show, but completely lost interest when Mulder left - agent Dogget (or anybody for that matter) just couldn't replace him and the personality chemistry/intellectual dynamic that he had with Scully! I wonder if this means he's coming back, and they're starting up the series again, six years after they shut it down?!?!! I'm excited, but don't want to get my hopes up. It's just weird thinking that they'd make another movie out of the blue if they werent planning on picking the series back up...hmmm. patience, must have patience. July 25th, bring it on! Oh, and Scully has her hair the longest she's ever had it, but you'll see in the preview:
www.xfiles.com

the visitation

a sideways discussion of progeny over a cup of Smithsonian coffee.

Customer: three large coffees, please.

Barista: that'll be $12.86

Cust: What? (in a British accent...so, more like "Whasz?")

Barista: $12.86

Cust: but (busz), it's just coffee.

Bar: yes butchoosee, this isn't just ANY coffee. THIS is SMITHSONIAN coffee. You see, it's got this unique recycled paper (pay-puh) coffee sleeve that says "SMITHSONIAN COFFEE".

Cust: but (busz), it's exactly the same coffee as the stuff i'd make (mike) at home (ome).

Bar: no, no. It's not. It's SMITHSONIAN COFFEE.

Cust: Look here (look-eah), all you've done is taken (tiken) regular coffee and slapped this sleeve on it that says "SMITHSONIAN COFFEE" and tripled the price!

Bar:I don't think you understand, THIS is SMITHSONIAN COFFEE.

Cust: It's exactly the same coffee!

Bar: but (busz) what (whasz) about the sleeve?

Cust: dont want the sleeve!

Cust2: JUST BUY THE DAMN COFFEE!

dialogue courtesy of British tv show Man Stroke Woman

1-800-BirdShrink

Spring is here.

I have this crazy bird outside my window.

I think he may be a little deluded... you know, like that duck in "Babe" (the pig movie, come on, you know you saw it, we all did) who thought he was a rooster. Except my birdie friend has a bit more violent of a delusion. He pipes up early in the morning with a repeating cycle of CHIRP-IRP-IRP-IRP-IRP-IRP-IRP CHIRP-IRP-IRP-IRP-IRP-IRP-IRP. And he'll do it over and over again. Like he thinks he's an AK-47.

Birds are weird in Virginia.

Christus Mortem Vincit, Alleluia!

My boss randomly forgot to schedule me tonight - i'm so excited to have Easter vigil off! I'll actually be able to celebrate the greatest of all feast days now!


Hallelujah, thankyou Jesus. AMEN!


So i'm going to Easter Vigil Mass, then i'm partying with song and dance, drinking and feasting until the Easter sun rises with the promise of the Resurrection!

Corinthians 15:

35 But someone will say, “How are the dead raised? And with what kind of body do they come?” 36 You fool! That which you sow does not come to life unless it dies; 37 and that which you sow, you do not sow the body which is to be, but a bare grain, perhaps of wheat or of something else. 38 But God gives it a body just as He wished, and to each of the seeds a body of its own. 39 All flesh is not the same flesh, but there is one flesh of men, and another flesh of beasts, and another flesh of birds, and another of fish. 40 There are also heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, but the glory of the heavenly is one, and the glory of the earthly is another. 41 There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for star differs from star in glory. 42 So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown a perishable body, it is raised an imperishable body; 43 it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; 44 it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body. 45 So also it is written, “The first MAN, Adam, BECAME A LIVING SOUL.” The last Adam became a life-giving spirit. 46 However, the spiritual is not first, but the natural; then the spiritual. 47 The first man is from the earth, earthy; the second man is from heaven. 48 As is the earthy, so also are those who are earthy; and as is the heavenly, so also are those who are heavenly. 49 Just as we have borne the image of the earthy, we will also bear the image of the heavenly. The Mystery of Resurrection50 Now I say this, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. 51 Behold, I tell you a mystery; we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed, 52 in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet; for the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. 53 For this perishable must put on the imperishable, and this mortal must put on immortality. 54 But when this perishable will have put on the imperishable, and this mortal will have put on immortality, then will come about the saying that is written, “DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP in victory. 55 “O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY? O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR STING?” 56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law; 57 but thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

May you all have a blessed Easter!

Some Good Advice

Don't ever hold in your farts.

They'll travel up your spine and into your brain. And that's where all your stupid ideas come from.

The Irish Isle

Cead Mille Failte!
(notice the demon kitty. This was the FATTEST cat i have ever seen - it was like a dogcat)

Niki and I had a little early St Paddy's day cheer last Friday. It was a long week for us both - she working on the 2nd chapter of her senior thesis, and I substitute teaching at the school. We decided to go on an adventure, and found this cute mom and pop Irish pub in Middletown.



There was a gent strummin' and singin' out some Irish tunes on the corner stage...not the loud, rip-roaring drinking songs, but stuff like Carraghfergus and Danny Boy...very ambient with a pinch of melancholy.

And, it being a friday in Lent, and being the good Catholic girls we are, we opted for the fish and chips rather than the shepherds pie or braised lamb. But it was SO friggin' good - the cod was very fresh, hand battered, and the chips were thick and golden.

So in the cozy, dimly lit room, we had an intimate conversation that sprung from the general topic of literature, meandered through feminist critics, metaphysical poetry, streamed into a mutual celebration of Donne and Hopkins, then Thoreau trickled in, and it all kinda waterfalled when we reached Emerson . . . she was shocked when i told her i was an Emerson fan! So i reasoned with her, explaining that to appreciate where a poet is coming from, to just "get him", is not the same as declaring him the greatest poet.

I think there are as many styles and as many messages to convey as there there are experiences able to be had and emotions able to be felt. And while you can judge poetry, it's not any more black and white than human emotion and experience is. Just like our human experiences, whether they be good or bad, something can be learned from them. I do believe that, like all literature, poetry should be moral. For what are men but moral beings? And why would we write other than to convey some very human message about how man has acted/is acting/ought to act? ...I suppose it is the poetic ideal to write about ideal sorts of human situations, tales of properly ordered emotions/passions, proper rewards/punishments -- as Plato recommends in the Republic, for the children to be properly disposed toward virtue, they ought to be instructed with stories in which the hero is rewared, the villain punished accordingly as they are virtuous/vicious. That is all well and good, and it should exist. But more often than not, people are not going to relate to it. you need the nitty gritty, and the real, the stuff that really touches you and grabs you. But you also need the perfection to exist as your aspiration. After all, where would we be without any ideals?

Yes, i think some poetry is really good, and yes, some sucks (like the kind Geoff likes). But so much of it has to do with the experiences you've had and what you can relate to.

So, what do you guys (i refuse to say y'all... i'm not quite there yet) think -- is there a greatest poet to date? what are your thoughts on poetry? -- about whose poetry is better than whose, or superior styles of poetry? Because i have my own thoughts and feelings on the matter, but this is just me talking...cuz 'dis is my blog and that's what i'm supposed to do here.

. . . Anyway, altogether, last Friday was SO NICE - it was refreshing to just sit and have a nice conversation with a wonderful, intelligent woman=) (this is me beaming: BEAM, BEAM!)

. . .Now if only i could find me a MAN . . .

(no offense, Nikole =)


And now, meet Babette! a local regular (is that redundant?) who came w/ her hubby and son. She was histerical! Very sweet, uber-drunk, and uber chatty. So she came over and made friends with us...


So, we'll be back for sure, it was a great place. Another reason for all you So-Calers to come out and visitate me =)