Elder Holland on Lot's Wife, Paraphrasedish

Her attachment to the past outweighed her confidence in the future. In short, she doubted the Lord's ability to give her something better than she already had.

At the risk of repeating myself.

"The sage is full of anxiety and indecision in undertaking anything, and so he is always successful."

This is a quote that I've used before, but I felt like repeating it so that it would be seen/seen again. It's always reminded me of you. Whatever that means to you.

I'm done

I'm done being miserable, thanks for your patience.

It's funny how long it's been since I've had pancakes for breakfast. It's not uncommon for me to think, "Maybe I could make pancakes this morning." But I never do. This morning, for example, I will have cereal again.

Lunch is anyone's guess.

Understanding

Suddenly, I feel like I understand Charles Bukowski a little better. Not his actual poetry, I haven't read that.

You win some, you lose some.

Today, I did some of each. I hope.

Something along those lines

Here we go... Have you ever read the book Frankenstein? By Mary Shelley? I haven't, and I only partially regret that. There are a lot of books out there, and I can only read so many of them in my lifetime. Do you think Eternity will be enough time to read every book? Or will there be an eternal stream of new books being published? This is one of the great questions that must come to haunt each of us at one point or another in our lives. Here's another: If you were a seagull, where would you live? I mean, it's just as cheap to live in Vancouver as it is to live in Costa Azul. Etc. So your choice wouldn't be based on monetary concerns. This may just haunt me for the rest of my life, because I'll never know the answer. And I'll always wonder if maybe I'd be one of those seagulls at Cape Henlopen. And I'll always wonder if I would be a happy seagull at Cape Henlopen. Or would I have doubts about my choice of residence? Would I dream of Miami Beach or La Verkin or Akron at night, and wake up with cold sweats? This will haunt me: do seagulls have cold sweats when they doubt? What about French Fries? Would I eat French Fries as a Seagull?

Here's the frightening thing: These questions are really starting to bother me. Not the French Fries. I really don't give a dang whether I'd eat French Fries or not. I don't really give a dang that French Fries is generally not written with the first letters capitalized. But the other seagull questions are starting to bother me. If I were a Spanish Seagull, I'd be a gaviota. I think I could live with that.

My Greatest Passion

Yesterday, my life changed forever: I rode on a MONORAIL! Among other things... But let me tell you why my greatest passion is: MONORAIL. They go on just one track! They're in the AIR! They're featured in the song Johnny on the MONORAIL by the Buggles!

I didn't take this photograph, but I could have because I WAS ON THIS MONORAIL! Actually, I sort of did take this photograph, but in a different sense than is usually implied when one says that he or she took a photograph. I took it from this web page: MONORAIL!!!

I now know all about the Supreme Court from 1967 to 1980.

You name it, I know it. Or I'll make it up. I can even make it sound pretty convincing.

Best Fourth of July Ever