:: 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' |
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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 |
| ::
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..::] |
:: Thursday, July 10, 2003 ::
got milk?
Lord, make me a channel of Thy peace-
that where there is hatred, I may bring love-
that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness-
that where there is discord, I may bring harmony-
that where there is error, I may bring truth-
that where there is doubt, I may bring faith-
that where there is despair, I may bring hope-
that where there are shadows, I may bring light-
that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather
to comfort than to be comforted-
to understand than to be understood-
to love than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.
Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances. -- Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand: Diaries 1935-1950, entry for May 5, 1936
I've not been a good blogger lately. So much has been going on this week. Well, not much but a lot of it. Work has really beaten me down. With JP off on vacation and me new and the systems not working correctly and the new regional rollup, June close has been kicking my ass. Yesterday was a bit calmer but I was dragging a bit from staying up past three o'clock to print, cut, stamp, and mail 600 postcards to the Democratic precinct chairs about the Dean rally on Sunday.
Tonight I went to dinner with Mom and Dad at Chili's in Arlington. We had a good, good time although I think they still consider it strange that I've strayed to the Dean camp. Rebellion Dogs didn't meet last night. No sex since I last wrote.
Theo really got me thinking about that the other night. I go for four years having sex fewer times than I can count on both hands, and now all of a sudden I'm having a lot of it and having fun. Does that make me a slut now? Does nobody want the cow because recently I'm constantly giving away free milk? I have no idea how others perceive me. I gave up trying to figure that one out a long ago. I just wish I could figure out what and who I want. The ideal that page 69 talks about keeps moving for me. Sometimes I want a boyfriend, sometimes a partner, and sometimes to just be left alone. Perhaps I still have a ways to go to figure out what and who I am meant to be.
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