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I've got a bad taste in my mouth. Could it be cause I trusted myself? I got a bad feeling in my bones. Could it be cause I went it alone? I think I'm gonna lose my mind. I think I'm gonna lose it. Is there is a light bulb between my ears. Could it be cause I had an idea? It haunts me in my sleep, and it comes back when I'm awake. I think I'm gonna lose my mind. I think I'm gonna lose it. I've got a bad taste in my mouth, a taste that I just can't get out. I've got a bad feeling in my bones. Could it be cause I went it alone? I think I'm gonna lose my mind. I think I'm gonna lose it. I have always appreciated Christian bands that strip the candy coated sugary goop off of Contemporary Christian Music. I am all for praise music, however when evangelical artists act as if they are on a sugar high, and the world is crashing, it can come across as superficial and even dishonest. How about some reality, heart-break, pain, a...

I watched and listened to the State of the Union address last night and the Republican rebuttal. Republicans are quite good at rebuttals. Good critics of others, not so towards themselves. In fact, it seems that the drive of politics these days is to pin the troubles on the other Party as a diversionary tactic, not unlike magicians with the "sleight of hand" stuff. Distract us from your derelictions by focusing on the sins of others. Democrats do the same. Both parties pander to the people, telling us lies about ourselves, our intrinsic goodness, "Yay America" type of tripe. There is much admirable about the American character and much that is not so exemplary. When politicians act as if ordinary people have not created at least some of the mess they wallow in--instead it is the fault of the "other"--I get suspicious that this ploy is a vote getting strategy. It seems to me to be a tactical trade of "I won't call you on your own guilt and in ...

Several years ago, I bought a cord of wood. I really had no idea how much a cord of would was volume- wise until I saw the dude dump the pile in my backyard and then had to move the pile three times piece-by-stinking piece for different reasons (aesthetic, structural). The wood has found its permanent home in the shed out back and seems to be quite content. I am keeping an eye out for termite squatters. Since we received our first substantial snow of the season yesterday, the snow in October does not count because it was a freak out-of-season anomaly, I fired up the fireplace. I was in a festive mood having finished the most recent draft of my book. I poured a few shots of Jack Daniels in a glass with ice and set about to start a fire. Soon, I would be basking in warmth from both the flame and Jack. Following pilfered knowledge from the Boy Scout manual about how to start a fire, visions of relaxing on the couch permeated my mind. I had forgotten that our old school brick fi...