:: sweettalk ::
the musings and minutes of the committee meetings in my mind| [::..about..::] |
|---|
| :: age: 41 |
| :: ancestry: english, scottish, irish, german, french |
| :: education: finance, real estate, sociology, economics |
| :: gender: male |
| :: home: dallas |
| :: orientation: gay |
| :: politics: libertarian |
| :: religion: christian |
| :: sign: pisces |
| :: species: homo sapiens |
| :: status: single |
| :: vocation: financial analyst/grad student |
| [::..recommended..::] |
| :: cybertheo |
| :: ethnic lounge |
| :: fate delivers |
| :: my quiet life |
| :: the search for love in manhattan |
| :: truck808 |
| :: usinpeace |
|
| [::..neighbors..::] |
| :: sometimeshappy |
| :: force of mouth |
| :: computer academic underground global headquarters |
| :: no smorking |
| :: serial experiments |
| :: radical wacko |
| :: archipelapogo |
| :: random thoughts from a large head |
| :: brilliant corners |
| :: communications paradigm shift |
| :: evaporated |
| :: prairie point |
| :: unadulterated text |
| :: time runs with an ax |
| :: portia of venice |
|
|
| [::..reading..::] |
| ::
came to believe by alcoholics anonymous |
| ::
twelve steps and twelve traditions by alcoholics anonymous |
| ::
the alchemist by paul coelho |
| ::
dune by frank herbert |
| ::
the death and life of great american cities by jane jacobs |
| ::
wherever you go, there you are by jon kabat-zinn |
| ::
if the buddha dated by charlotte kasl, phd |
| ::
atlas shrugged by ayn rand |
| ::
we the living by ayn rand |
| [::..listening..::] |
| ::
time & tide by basia |
| ::
buena vista social club by buena vista social club |
| ::
born by bond |
| ::
michael buble'
by michael buble' |
| ::
time out
by the dave brubeck quartet |
| ::
dvorak: 3 great symphonies
by antonin dvorak |
| ::
a day without rain
by enya |
| ::
crazyhorse mongoose
by galactic |
| ::
joao voz e violao
by joao gilberto |
| ::
town called earth
by greyboy allstars |
| ::
josh groban
by josh groban |
| ::
synkronized by jamiroquai |
| ::
turnstiles
by billy joel |
| ::
come away with me by norah jones |
| ::
les miserables
by les miserables international cast |
| ::
solo para ti by ottmar liebert |
| ::
the best of matt bianco by matt bianco |
| ::
listen without prejudice
by george michael |
| ::
trickle by olive |
| ::
piano concerto no. 1/ rhapsody on a theme of paganini by sergey rachmaninov |
| ::
wish by joshua redman |
| ::
what's new by linda ronstadt & the nelson riddle orchestra |
| ::
seal by seal |
| ::
duncan sheik by duncan sheik |
| ::
...all this time
by sting |
| ::
mercury falling
by sting |
| ::
under the covers
by dwight yoakam |
| [::..links..::] |
| :: all consuming |
| :: biz stone, genius |
| :: blo.gs |
| :: blogdex |
| :: blog matcher |
| :: dive into mark |
| :: extreme tracking |
| :: globe of blogs |
| :: technorati link cosmos |
| :: weblogs |
| [::..archive..::] |
:: Tuesday, April 22, 2003 ::
God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.
Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.
Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.
Pain is real when you get other people to believe in it. If no one believes in it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria. -- Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth
Pain makes you beautiful. -- Theo
Not to be outdone by my friend Theo in his quotation of the classics, below is a lyrical allegory for what sobriety means to me:
I used to go out to parties and stand around
'Cause I was too nervous to really get down
And my body yearned to be free
So I got up on the floor and found someone to choose me
No more standin' along the side walls
Now I've got myself together, baby and I'm havin' a ball
Long as you prove it there's always a chance
Somebody watches, I'm gonna make romance
With your body, ooo baby, you dance all night
Get down and prove it, feel all right
Keep on dancin', got to give it up
-- Marvin Gaye, Got To Give It Up
Yesterday began well enough. Work was fine if somewhat boring. I trained Mohan and Giridhar in India on how I reconciled that 052300 AR Clearing Account and finished some other things. By the time work was over, I was tired and hurting. I think Farmer Kyle overdid it this time working in his yard. This morning, I am still sore. If the wisdom of Theo is correct, I must be f**king gorgeous today. Somehow, I don't think so, but I must remember, it's "progress not perfection", "no pain no gain", "quit crying or I'll give you something to really cry about", or something like that.
I came home from work and added my blog to two great sites I found yesterday - dfwblogs.com and geourl.org. I made some pasta and garlic bread, watched two episodes of The Practice, and then went to bed. Hope I feel better sometime today. At least I'm here to feel the pain. I'm grateful for that.
I'll leave you with quite a profound poem below from an unlikely source:
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
-- D.H. Rumsfeld, U.S. Department of Defense news briefing 02/12/02
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