good friday meditation
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in addition to reveling in the jasmine and being depressed about iraq, i spent over two hours getting my driver's license renewed, which cannot be done on line in order to satisfy the republican's "real id" bullshit act --- it is ironic that the party that claims to be all about personal freedom has led the way to a police state --- those wonderful hours with my fellow atlantans were spent at the georgia department of driver "services" on capitol avenue, the only office in the entire city of atlanta --- standing room only, and it was the same the two other times i dropped by there and turned around and left --- i can't imagine that they are like that state-wide --- is this another way to punish atlanta, too?
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the vernal equinox is on and the carolina jasmine is in full flower ---- like, like, like
but it's also the tenth anniversary of the iraq debacle, which i hate, hate, hate --- when i said it was a load of crap then, j.c. accused me of being a traitor --- nearly 4500 americans killed, all but 150 of which occurred after bush's "mission accomplished" --- hundreds of thousands of iraqis dead and their country in ruins --- usa! usa! usa!
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570