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Liz

I've been in a funk for weeks. Procrastination and anxiety. Feh. You are right, left foot, right foot, lather rinse repeat.

I hope tomorrow dawns better.

xoxoxoxox

Vibrating Liz

Gospel music! Me too! All the time! Even piped in via iPod while I sleep. Bokonon only knows what effect it's having on my delicate cerebral neurons. Probably causing them to evert their viscera.

e

thanks for this. gospel music undoes me every sunday morning on the local community radio, or on WWOZ from new orleans, but i never think about it at other times. I'm gonna go get me some music! (there's one that must be named "say yes" that destroys me over and over and i've never thought to call them up to find out what/where it's from. doing that now...)

badgerbag

Later on the way to SuperT's house I was listening again to this CD, Moomin asking questions, and I explained that praying to me was setting aside time to think about what's good and how to make it happen.... rather than begging an imaginary superbeing for favors as it always seemed to me. (I have a pretty negative view I think from all the times people told me in hostility that they are praying for me - meaning, God hates me as i am, of course!) But I thought a long time about less directly in-my-face praying. It used to make me mad to read the Bhagavad gita and think "WTF, why should the answer to this be to glorify Krishna and obsess on him personally? What kind of 'god' would advise this..." But then I kind of got the point.

But that isn't the story I wanted to tell: While I was in the car zooming up 101 there was a long song called "When I think of you I feel joy" (meaning Jesus) and you know... after a vague thought-chain I realized I had been thinking (joyously) of Joan Jett and Ho Chi Minh.

toobeaut

It's August! Everything sours in August.

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