Gather Them Up

Was really thrown for a loop dealing with past task masters.
Have to return several films I never got a chance to view.
Reading delights all disrupted too. Yet, in the interim...

all one can do with the information gleaned is something artful.

Had a friend once say (as related to him by a teacher), seriously,
that art is the representation of reality with an air of caprice.
But one needs to earn a living. Seriously. I know that.
I wanted to go into the ministry. Yet I'm a secular. Difficult.

The trouble is people who don't want to be friends -

they want to compete. And you run into them at churches.

Another conversation with an associate pastor years ago:

"God wants me to minister to ministers." Went nowhere.

Not much one can do when surrounded by naysayers.

And idiots who go all "karma" without data nor scruples.

So perhaps another read of I and Thou will suffice...
toward feeling more at ease in a craven world.

Getting Gear Together

Need to find my Audubon field guide.

Springtime flyway. Beau coup bloomin' vistas.
Feel fortunate; remember when this came out.

We are all quite fortunate. Despite ourselves.

Read it a while ago.
Not as easy to read as this:

So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts. Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, with a continual lust for more.

You, however, did not come to know Christ that way. Surely you heard of him and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to his neighbor, for we are all members of one body. “In your anger do not sin: do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold. He who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with his own hands, that he may have something to share with those in need.

Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

Ephesians 4. Neat.

What a day, already.

Thought, for a moment: Wednesday; Coyotes and Red Wings.
Nooo - tomorrow. Pablo and I (he's for Wings) got to going on it.

Too many international players, but we still know the rules and all.

Keep forgetting goalie... Iyla Brzgalov. He's good and has them in.

We can beat Detroit. Already have. Much looking forward to it.

First thing this morning, after burritos last night, thought of the old man waking in The Milagro Beanfield War. Wouldn't want to ruin it for you; a magnificent scene. The rising sun comes over the mountains, the rays seeping through the cracks between the planks of his cabin and rest upon his face, whence he's stirred of the slight sensation. He rouses, palpates his torso to his immense satisfaction, and says, "Thank you, Lord, for giving me another day."

Now these burritos are quite a production when you consider one could drive through the Taco Bell in nothing flat. And it's more expensive to make them yourself! Between the fixin's and the gas, that's the way it prices out. The meat quality is merely problematic, but the quantity is the critical thing for me. Not to mention the processed cheese versus queso fresco con chile rojo. But still, all that work and they're gone in ten minutes. And you've got to go to Food City where they prominently and exclusively display the Mexican flag. Outrageous. The music will drive you nuts too. They think they're taking over. Another corrupt Latin culture, mixed up with a brutal agenda courtesy of their indigenous past - as if the "natives" are all sweetness and light. Another romantic delusion, plainly.

Anyway, here's my simple burro recipe . . .

1/2 lb. ground chuck

1/2 lb. queso fresco

15 oz. tinned diced tomatoes

1 large onion

Red Chile flakes

Olive oil

Coriander

Whole wheat tortillas, large

Salsa favorita

Saute onions in hot olive oil until caramelized.

Season with a few twists coriander and salt.
Put aside. Fry beef. Salt, chile pepper.

Brown until firm; scoot to edge of pan.

Add tomatoes. Heat in center to bubbling. Mix.

Add onions and crumbled cheese. More chile.

More coriander, perhaps, but probably not.

Turn the cheese in when softened. Serve.

Get your salsa ready and secure the tortillas.

Furl the lot. Yield: 4 substantial burros.

Still digesting, myself. All coffeed up. Yard work to do.

Some vehicle maintenance; back on the road this evening.
Right now at Lola's. The piece of work outside.
Bet they never had the notion of this.

54.23 N, 4.57 E

Had the funniest conversation trying to explain the Manx treskelion.

The three-legged device on the coat and the coinage.

A fellow gave me one years ago, which I'd like to bola tie.

She'd never heard of the Isle of Man!

"How's about the Irish Sea?"

"Nope"

"Manx cats."

"Oh, yeah."

Was going to pull up the map but she got busy.

They Really Don't Care

"Students do not read, they drink."
"Why do they drink?" Sophie asked.
"Because they desire to know the whole truth,"
said Fritz, "and that makes them desperate."

Wending way though fiction of some repute.
Penelope Fitzgerald got touted the other day,
so I breezed through The Blue Flower.
Novels used to be the soaps. I'd rather be elsewhere.

Big and Tall

Well, that was OK.
Definitely a crowd favorite too.

And the DBacks bust out.

Thank God for the pastimes.

Go, Phil!

Watching Masters at nice, clean place. Mickelson hometown fave.

Hoot with bartender... ever heard of Henry Hudson?

Time for dinner; they're at the 12th hole. Good timing.

Sunday dinner always 2ish... from Riverside Drive to Hobart Street.