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idiot dreams: Psalm 6:6
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And other matters of faith. Sunday, October 26, 2008. Yet again this morning I woke up drenched and shivering, a pool of tears everywhere. After days of this - or more accurately, nights. Of this - the floorboards have warped from the moisture, and a quarter-inch layer of salt is caked clear across our bedroom floor. We're not really sure what else to do. It's not like snoring. You can't just use breathing strips or anything. And we've tried everything else. One day, in an attempt to be more proactiv...
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idiot dreams: 2008-11-02
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And other matters of faith. Wednesday, November 5, 2008. Merry Barackmas, one and all! This morning I woke up giddy as a kid on skittles. Barackmastime at last! My stomach buzzed; my feet twitched to skimper through the living room, zoom through the kitchen, and bunny-hop the three steps down into our den, where last night, I knew Barack and his elves had come at last to cram mountains of presents in under the Barackmastree. I cried, "Wake up! And underneath the tree, good heavens! I tore into another big.
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idiot dreams: 2026
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And other matters of faith. Tuesday, July 14, 2009. N my mid-20s I flirted with getting a giant tattoo - a simple, if vaguely Gaelic, inscription of the number: " 2026. I had around that time been studying the life of Francis of Assisi. Born a well-to-do Italian preppy - it is said his tiny feet sprung from the womb already clad in medieval Adidas - decades later Francis spoke an ode to his faithful donkey and died a lice-infested beggar, October 3, 1226. His donkey is said to have wept. Who knows what m...
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idiot dreams: 2008-10-26
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And other matters of faith. Sunday, October 26, 2008. Yet again this morning I woke up drenched and shivering, a pool of tears everywhere. After days of this - or more accurately, nights. Of this - the floorboards have warped from the moisture, and a quarter-inch layer of salt is caked clear across our bedroom floor. We're not really sure what else to do. It's not like snoring. You can't just use breathing strips or anything. And we've tried everything else. One day, in an attempt to be more proactiv...
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idiot dreams: 2009-03-22
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And other matters of faith. Sunday, March 22, 2009. N a few months I'm sure I'll have more to say, little pea. I've got no doubt that then in fact I'll ramble on, giddy as a clown. I'll lose my inhibitions as soon as you, for your part, have shed the omniscience of the womb. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. In a few months Im sure Ill have more to say, li. The New Dharma Bums. Heaven in My Foot. Real Live Preacher - Comments. Patience: The Watchword is on hiatus.
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idiot dreams: 29
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And other matters of faith. Saturday, November 22, 2008. I read somewhere, years ago, that John Milton was a terror to live with when he went blind. Early in the morning, hours before dawn, he would sit up in bed, screaming " Milk me! I must be milked! No matter the hour, Milton's entourage - wife, servants, daughters - scurried in with lamps and candles, bleary-eyed. Milton moaned, practically mooing. " Milk. I turn thirty in 22 days. It's a fact that means little to an ancient Alp, a puttering frid...
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idiot dreams: 2008-09-28
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And other matters of faith. Saturday, October 4, 2008. In this photo, featuring Jasmine's trademark "sated gargoyle" pose, the bit of white fuzz on her upper lip is not. Not in her world, anyway. It's antelope guts. She's just enjoyed another kill. For the last week, said "kill" has generally involved eviscerating a beaver puppet that Jen found God-only-knows where. Presumably at a beaver puppet expo, but I still need to ask her: Why was she there? Jasmine, meanwhile, is more methodically sadistic, like ...
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And other matters of faith. Sunday, March 22, 2009. N a few months I'm sure I'll have more to say, little pea. I've got no doubt that then in fact I'll ramble on, giddy as a clown. I'll lose my inhibitions as soon as you, for your part, have shed the omniscience of the womb. Congratulations, Nate and Jen! Wow, Nate. This is beautiful. I'm so glad that you're writing. And your child is/will continue to be so blessed to be fathered by you. It's a wild ride. Enjoy every moment. View my complete profile.
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