Heyyy! A scrambled mind this morning, but Martin Wunderlich’s font because I like the closed-tail lowercase g and the little feather cap from an Arizona quail especially the regular italics g -- the larger the better. g   The proper name is Gambel’s Quail, Martin’s font always taking me back to Arizona in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Linda and I’d like to get on the Sunset Limited just in time for supper in New Orleans and ride, ride, ride.  AmTrak beats Carnival any day, and maybe even Disney Cruise Line with the top-deck breakfast buffet of soft scrambled eggs and smoked salmon. Well ... Don’t even mention airline travel to me, they’ve gotten the seats so squnched up in steerage class. Not to mention it’s so far down. If I’m not in a Navy plane with an aircraft and pilot I trust, you can have it. Wreckage of the Malaysian airliner may be being spotted a thousand miles west and south of Australia, what the alphabet sunflower were they thinking? I ...

JBP & A Speck On A Speck This is what makes life really interesting, so interesting that one hopelessly hopes to live until all full truth is finally found out. The Big Bang http://fw.to/YqZ5szC . What was before the Big Bang, before our tiny dot, our microscopically subatomic speck, instantaneously exploded into the enormous universe that we see and know and that now, 13.8 billion years later, is still expanding? We come from inside that tiny dot, and are still within it. We must step outside our tiny dot for a look round to see that our tiny dot was just an infinitesmally tiny speck in what already was , an infinite cosmos beyond human imagining. No mere universe, a megaverse of  multiverses  eternally bursting into being and giving us a glimpse of eternity, infinity? Multiverse is hardly conceivable to the human mind. The word cosmos is pathetically inadequate; we need a new Word that totally blows the mind. Or a new tune, new music, a new song to a new tune...

What Seriously Disturbs  That the U.S. government, ostensibly with much to do and much potential for doing good and doing it well, wastes so much on rubbish, not only resources but attention. Congress, worst beyond all imagining, but that solution is clear and only waiting for my fifteen minutes as supreme dictator. Executive, close second. Prosecuting (is that the word?) a futile, decades long war that could have been settled in a rage the afternoon of 9/11 as an example to all for all time to come, "Don't Tread On Me," didn't anyone study the history of our national flags? And now a Chinese -- Italian, take your pick -- fire drill over Ukraine, Crimea and Russia. This is inevitable, didn’t any of our idiot, imbecile, moron fools read history, or can they read? The pickup truck in front of me the other day had a bumper sticker, “reelect nobody.” I seriously need to get me another pickup truck. But there must be a better way to deal with government incompetence th...

STOP “Transition, I’ll call it transition because life is transition, unending transition,” I says to myself, I says, says I, standing in light rain in the middle of Calhoun Avenue, watching the red taillights of her car as she drives away yet one more time again. Stop, I can’t stand it. Don’t you see the stop sign?  My fourth, my third girl, growing up and driving away, leaving me standing in the rain staring at the stop sign and wondering where life went. Behind this MacPages panel I’m typing my blog post on, a Google News panel keeps flashing, changing, transition as I live and breathe and type and have my being and sip my coffee. An enormous airliner vanishes and can’t be found, either lying in pieces at the bottom of an ocean or standing covertly being loaded with explosives and hostages for its final redeye trip to -- Paris London NYC ... while clowns float the word nefarious as though they just discovered it.   In a landslide referendum,...

Yesterday morning we left and drove over to Destin, had a quick lunch at Fresh Market then north across the midbay bridge and west on route 20 to Niceville. The funeral service for Zoe Bush was there at St. Jude's Episcopal Church, where Zoe and Arnold served for years, and they interred her ashes in their lovely chapel. Father Arnold came over early in 2003 and served as our first interim rector at Holy Nativity. A few years ago they moved to Birmingham, Alabama to retire near children and grandchildren. Folks who know him will understand that I cannot imagine Arnold without Zoe, and it was obvious yesterday that that is about where Arnold still is too. I am very sad for him, but in arm with God, he will make it. Although I've driven through Niceville and Valparaiso (which they call Val-Pee) many times, it was my first visit to St. Jude's, Niceville. The location seems perfect for a church, spacious grounds right on a busy highway. The cha...

There were two old cars. The one still in the closed transport van was white with red leather seats. Already out of the transport, the other was a Kaiser sedan, the earliest model. Not possible to tell the exact year, because the 1947-49 models were unchanged, but the front grill is a dead giveaway for make and model What brought the Kaiser to mind in a dream? Dreams are not contacts from someone, alive or dead, who’s trying to communicate, but something conscious, subconscious, or unconsciously in mind recently, likely from yesterday. Undoubtedly it was driving on 98 West through what my grandfather called “Little Dothan,” past the pathetic and worsening building that opened as the art-deco finished Kaiser-Frazer dealership. Visited on my blog before, it was the beautiful showroom that I visited with my parents to see the brand new 1947 Kaiser and Frazer cars right after WW2. The to-us-now-dumpy first Kaiser  sold well after WW2 because of the extreme car ...

How Stuff Works. Or Not Yesterday’s blog post was a short one until I started staring at it and adding a bit here and there until it was a jumbled jungle of rubbish. In my pause of decision whether to press “delete” or “publish” I took the last sip of coffee, thought WTH, pressed “publish” and went for another cuppa. Recently, another equally bizarre post was deleted the next day, but at the moment I intend to refrain from again deleting after posting. However, I may revisit and edit it from time to time just to see what evolves. What’s greatly distressing me this morning is my ignorance of Hebrew, that my seminary required Greek but not Hebrew, that I couldn’t persuade the OT professor to change his plans and tutor me in Hebrew that summer instead of going on sabbatical, that I didn’t study it on my own in my forties when the mind could still do it, that now in late seventies I can’t even remember and recognize the letters of the alphabet, much less their assembly into words...