We’ve recently been traveling to visit other churches on Sunday’s (leaving our home parish to try other churches). My lovely wife says that isn’t normal (churches want to to stay home/feel at home/be at home in one parish). But I wonder about that, not that my wife is wrong, rather should churches take that attitude.
Is in fact religion and your personal faith a journey or a destination?
If church is the discernment to arrive at your faith, then taking time to visit other churches should be encouraged. The Amish send their children into the modern world at 18 so that they have a chance to confirm the choice (or decline the option) of being Amish for the rest of their life.
Why don’t churches do that? Allow parishioners to see the other side of the fence, the grass may be greener but the people you know always look like the greenest grass of all!
My new goal – convince churches that parishioners need sabbaticals as well.
My spiritual journey is my spiritual journey.
Nearing 1500 blog posts.
Three books from my blog
An Architecture Home Companion (available on the Kindle)
Transitional Services (nearing publication)
Syncverse (in process)
The ghost of Sandler Boggs has returned – I don’t know about the rest of you but I haven’t seen that guy in nearly 30 years.
Starting to clean out my office (a daunting task) and have tons of stuff on eBay if you are interested in participating in the virtual garage sale!
More than 2700 downloads of my external podcast (http://docandersen.podbean.com) with two poetry readings and a Fred and Ed story added this month.
Kinect comes out this Thursday and I am super excited. My kids are more excited but that is to be expected!
Fable III is out – all three kids love that series for some strange reason (although the boys like Halo Reach more right now).
Windows Phone 7 is but a week away and frankly that is the most exciting phone launch yet (for me). That is a game changer!!!!!
Anyway – I need to head up to the garage and start cleaning.
The path was long and winding and led to a cemetery
where the dead cat was know to swing
(not by a rope rather for a band)
swaying with the music
tiny cat feet
marking cat time
the long rope laying at its side
coiled as a serpent
with a head and
dark black eyes that stared
as though you were not there
its tongue flickering about in the air
but the cat didn’t seem to care
twirling Tom Sawyer in the air
and laughing (as only cats can laugh)
at Huck Finn’s jokes
about apples and
It was what the cat saw
but did the cat fear?
Who are the children yon widow calls?
For surely it cannot be
the child the widow calls is me?
on this the hallows eve
the Saints afraid to come from their darkened graves
the dead dance
their cemetery open for an hour or so
they stretch their legs
(but not too hard, decaying tendons snap)
they slowly after stretching their legs
begin to dance.
the day of the dead.
Sadly most have not yet died
they are dead
walking around in corpses that drink coffee
and smile at you as they wave you
into a line of traffic
then speed off into the setting sun
who does yon widow call?
It is not me
nor the dead who rise on the hallows eve
who does yon widow call?
Sometime in the mid 1970’s my father attended an NSTA conference somewhere in the US. He brought me back a circular slide rule, that was my go to device for nearly 5 years. I have sought a replacement for that device for more than 30 years. I still haven’t found it (it had an insert with a star chart, periodic table of the elements on the back and a slide rule on the front. The insert had all sorts of interesting additions and it acted as both a ruler and a protractor. Somewhere or sometime after I moved out of my parents house I lost it.
Yes I know there are devices that do so much more than that device did. I also realize that as a human I was the input, energy and battery solution for that device which in reality was more of a tool than a device. But it is that device that created my love of gadgets. It seems funny now that a tool has drive my desire to have a single device that gets me what I need.
Which brings up the device that most intrigues me right now. Windows phone 7 which launches here in the US in about 12 days. Shortly after the launch of Kinect (which is the other technology I am watching right now). It seems to me that technology is catching up with the vision we all had more than 30 years ago (personal productivity tools) from the phone to the game system. I have a laptop (netbook) that is small enough to carry with me pretty much everywhere and it allows me (affords me) the luxury of long battery life, tablet computer and touch screen device. But the phone remains the device that most will drive change.
I watched the iPhone folks scurry to their devices (and heard them complain about horrible phone service) talking about everything you could do on an iPhone (or for that matter the newer entity the Android phone. I wanted to tell each and every one of them about my circular slide rule and what that meant, but they wouldn’t listen. They had the shiny new rock that would change the world. They had poor service and dropped calls, but they changed the world. Ask AT&T about the Iphone (and now Ipad) impact on their network. It increased the traffic (data) on their cellular network a lot!
Windows mobile 6.5 was a step in the right direction. It gave me a lot of the things I was looking for.
Windows phone 7 will be the game changer. Out of the box I will be able to connect to my Zune Pass and use the phone for streaming music. I will be able to use the phone to play on Xbox live and will have access to all the games on a real gaming platform (Xbox). I will be able to being the process of integrating my life with my internet life (see my blog here, for thoughts on syncing everything). It (the Windows Phone 7) gets me close to one device that will keep me synced between where I am and the virtual me that lives on the internet.
5 killer Windows phone 7 features
- Mix and match calendars (works and Hotmail) so you can always have family and work events side by side
- Facebook integration
- Voicemail visible on launch screen if you have one
- emails visible on launch screen if you have some
I have the launch countdown timer on my desktop (I haven’t had that since the countdown timer for Windows XP). The world is about to change, and I am excited to be in the mix!
You reach with me
or rather you reach
but the gulf of Siam is broad
and we find sand
in our toes
that gives no grip
I look both left and right
this cannot be
for it was not once before
and now is
but can it be?
The gulf of Siam
warm waters that invite
seeking a connection
but they do not touch
the water warm between them
but the water is too wide.
The lights were on
the door slightly open
people milling about the porch
it was an autumn day
and the breeze was crisp the leaves
joining with the earth to crunch
as we walked over them
not missing them
or avoiding them
walking to the side to crunch them
beneath our boots
that was why the cider was hot
the cookies still warm from the oven
the prodigal son
standing on the porch with the milling throng
watching the ebb and flow of humanity showing
and closing openings
we are waiting
for his return.
The hours spend themselves like beer bottles at a ball game
piles and piles
there were only three
for his return
we stand there,
next to piles of hours
and crunching leaves
wondering why we cannot leave
he cannot return.
The last known painting of Skyler blue
and the rain falls around me
revealing an image of something
something that will be
the ghost of Christmas yet to be
haunting me like Dickens laughing
The image you leave
changes with each drop
washing away time with the water
washing away each indeterminable tiny crack
until the sidewalk is awash
and yet I run
running faster and faster
trying to dodge the drops now
trying not be be the lost child
I am confused.
I am lost.
but you can’t hear me
through the thunder
as it rolls across the ground like
huge marbles or quarters
thrown from high above
what is the source of the river?
what is the source of the flood?
the drops striking me
the quiet slowly captures me
I am lost.
The ghost of some Christmas now long past
whispers in my ear
“This won’t hurt a bit.”
I hear the ticking clock on the wall. The days are numbered. For the first time in a long time I feel old. I have gray hairs now that I didn’t have before. The number of my birthdays is larger than I think I am prepared to deal with right now. I will be 50 in less than 2 months. I don’t know why that is bothering me so much. I kinda liked 40. 50 seems so much bigger than that.
Oh well. 59 days of freedom left.
What is the measure of a person?
I’ve been thinking about that because frankly of the whole turning 50 thing. What does a person need to do to be considered good?
Do you need a masterpiece?
Is there a defining moment of and for you as a person? If so what is that moment?
The moment you become a parent?
The moment you choose to help someone else, first?
When is it?
What makes me a person?
What will I become?
Anyway – it’s a jumble today.
The gear weighs more
than the heart it is encompassing
climbing the mountain
no longer sure it is my mountain
blinded by the snow
one foot in front of the other
the weight of the gear pulling
the wind pushing me backward
trying to recall
why am I struggling forward?
This is my mountain
but the footsteps
no longer fit the path that is there
can I make it
weight of what was pulling me back
the snow pushing me back
things not what they once were
are bound to what they are
can I climb this mountain?