:: 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 |
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| [::..reading..::] |
| ::
came to believe by alcoholics anonymous |
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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' |
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time out
by the dave brubeck quartet |
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dvorak: 3 great symphonies
by antonin dvorak |
| ::
a day without rain
by enya |
| ::
crazyhorse mongoose
by galactic |
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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 |
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come away with me by norah jones |
| ::
les miserables
by les miserables international cast |
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solo para ti by ottmar liebert |
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the best of matt bianco by matt bianco |
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listen without prejudice
by george michael |
| ::
trickle by olive |
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piano concerto no. 1/ rhapsody on a theme of paganini by sergey rachmaninov |
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wish by joshua redman |
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what's new by linda ronstadt & the nelson riddle orchestra |
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seal by seal |
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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..::] |
:: Thursday, April 24, 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.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. -- John Updike, Self–Consciousness: Memoirs
Mmmm, I love me some picadillo. Made some last night after talking to Misty at work yesterday.
Yesterday, I also forgot to mention how nice it is now to walk out my front door with the hibiscus and cockscomb in bloom to greet me. They are doing so well. We had a hard rain last night. I hope that brings everything out. The wildflowers continue to grow although I'm still in debate as to whether the things that look like grass are grass or wildflowers. I guess I'll give it a few more weeks and see what is blooming and what is not. The wood fern I planted looks kind of sickly. I don't know whether they've received too much water or the soil's not right, but they look bad. I'll talk to Mom about it.
Speaking of Mom, she is so nice. She called last night just to tell me about some tornado program on TV that Kelly might want to watch. Otherwise, I didn't do a whole lot yesterday except work, make the picadillo, and watch The West Wing and Law and Order. I still feel a bit off but much less achy and sore than Monday or Tuesday.
Don't really have anything profound to say. Sorry. Maybe later.
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