Friday, February 07, 2014
It's been disastrous for me, weight-wise. This time last year I was at 205. Now I'm at 235. This time last year, I had lost over 100 pounds and was hoping to get below 200 for the first time in many, many years. So what happened?
I seem to be in thar movie The Wiz.
Now, I'm surrounded by the crows who are mocking me, saying I can't win, I'll end up gaining all my weight back.
And they want me to sing their anthem.
But I can't let them win, and I won't, with the help of all of you.
It's time to get back on the yellow brick road!
And make THIS my theme song!
And with your help, I can make this a brand new day.
And be able to celebrate like this:
So how about it? Will you all be on the yellow brick road with me?
It won't be easy, but we can lick this thing.
And together, we can make it to the Emerald City!
Thursday, January 30, 2014
This is in memory of a brother that departed some weeks ago, and only now am I realizing how much I loved him.
And the strange thing is, he wasn't that nice when he was alive, he was downright abusive at times, to all of us.
So why is there such a big hole in my heart when he's gone?
Why am I so broken up?
It's only because I really did love him,
And I miss him so badly.
Nobody should die like he did, all alone.
And nobody finding him until days later, even if he did push everybody away months before he passed.
Sort of like that song by Paul Simon, "I am a Rock"
Nobody should die like that!
Who knows what inner demons he faced?
And all I can do is cry.
I miss you, Ralph!
I keep thinking I'll get over it, but then it hits me again and I have to cry again, like this song by Poco:
It's this crazy love that won't let go.
I feel so alone.
Friday, December 06, 2013
I've been thinking of the annual hysteria about the so-called "war on Christmas," and something came to me. One of my favorite writers is C.S. Lewis,
And one of his most famous books is called the Screwtape Letters.
letters from a senior devil to his apprentice. Something really inspired me to write a 21st Century version of a letter. I'd like to share it with you:
My Dear Wormwood:
Your last letter made me wonder if you were asleep at the last briefing. You mention alarm that your patient is alerting his companions on this 'war on Christmas,' mobilizing his companions to make sure merchants say Merry Christmas.
I wish you would listen to your betters. Your patient is playing into our hands. Yes, there is a war on Christmas, but not on the battlefield these Christians expect. Misdirection, my dear Wormwood, misdirection is the key! There is no harm alerting these people to this war, as long as they are directed to all the wrong battlefields.
Notice how he snarls at poor, beleaguered clerks who dare say things like “Happy Holidays,” and screams at them to say “Merry Christmas,” then walks away smug and self-satisfied that he has obeyed the Enemy's directive, or so he thinks, leaving bewildered clerks in his wake. It encourages them to indulge in our cardinal virtue, the one known as Pride.
We need to encourage them to do what the Enemy discourages, to strain at gnats and swallow camels, and so they think they are winning this war, when they are nowhere near the right battlefield.
It has not been our aim at all to “take Christ out of Christmas.” Indeed, we encouage it, as long as they leave the Enemy's Son as a helpless babe in the manger. And after the festival, he is forgotten, the nativity scenes are put away for another year, and the sentiments around it are once again swept away like the pine needles of their Christmas trees.
Not that we haven't tried to take Him out. The very first one, we tried to squelch the event of His birth. We moved upon Herod, who was ours from the beginning, that this Child was a threat to his rule. He moved immediately to slaughter all born on that date, even hedging his bets by killing all two years and younger. And so we thought, problem solved. The prophecy was nipped in the bud. It was only later that we discovered that our quarry had escaped. We had killed all the children except one that got away to Egypt. The Enemy was too quick for us.
Remember the hoopla about the word “Xmas,” which was an ancient abbreviation called a nomina sacra? An abrreviation for Christmas? People screamed it was an attempt by atheists to “X” out the name of the Enemy. It wasn't, but we made people think it was. We've been trying to do that for ages, and have yet to find the secret to doing it, Herod's actions being an example.
No, that hasn't been our aim. Our true goal is to take all the “Merry” out of Christmas. And our strategy is many-pronged. One is exciting the merchants to avarice, and the rush of people tend to a weariness and draining of joy from the holiday, and so there is no merriment left.
Another is the misdirection we are doing. In spreading hysteria that there is a war on Christmas and urging these poor fools to make blacklists of stores that do or do not observe Christmas, we lead them around by the nose in every direction we please, and blind them to our true war on the holiday.
One master stroke of genius happened during the Puritan era, when Christmas was banned altogether. They pointed out pagan practices in it and so, “threw the baby out with the bath water.” Somber criers went through the villages clanging harsh bells, crying out “No Christmas! No Christmas!” And so the joy was extinguished.
Causing people to bemoan and bewail the events of this holiday plays into our hands, once again taking the Merry out of Christmas, encouraging the sober, austere spirit we value in the realm of Our Father Below.
So remember, Wormwood, we are not to teach, but to becloud and misdirect. Do that, and the danger of this season is blunted if not completely squelched.
Your affectionate uncle,
Let's light a candle in this Advent season, spreading the hope.
a light in the midst of darkness, hope in the midst of despair.
Then, we shall truly put the 'Merry' back into Christmas.
And be kind to us poor, overworked cashiers as well.
Monday, November 25, 2013
It's simply amazing!
happen on the same day for the first time in over a hundred years!
There's more to celebrate!
So let's do it!
Let's combine the two, with turkey,
and then go watch football,
while we spin the dreidel.
But let's not forget to give thanks for all our good things.
And keep it healthy.
And not forget to exercise, even on that day.
And try to keep away from the insanity of Black Friday,
which happens earlier and earlier. They're planning on having it on 6 pm on Thanksgiving this year, no time to have any turkey this year. Crazy!
So let's make it a happy day!
And Gobble Tov!
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