Barbara and the Red Scribbly-didly along with "The Vapors" ..have been posting about Truth...sometimes it seems as though the more you talk about the truth the further away it gets...and the faster you try run from it the further you get from yourself.
I know that the less deception and distortion I have in my life, the better things seem to go.
They say that Pilate, with a shrug, asked the Christ "What is Truth" and rolled his eyes and and reached for a towel.
The Brave Ulysses spoke of Language and Creation and Abstraction.It made me think of this:
The Haggadah indicates that the Torah was written "with black fire on white fire" and was the VERY FIRST thing that God made.
With 22 letters of His Holy Alphabet, the Heavens and Earth were formed.
Language is Creation.
Language shapes Experience.
Our words have the Power of the Ancient magical incantation ABRACADABRA,
derived from the Aramaic word meaning "I create as I speak"...
Truly.
Thats why we love a good story and kind words.
But I'm way out of my field here...I just wanted to say Abracadabra!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
ABRACADABRA
Posted by bulletholes at 4:28 PM 10 comments
Monday, August 27, 2007
FISHING REPORT #2
FROG JUICE
I went to Church Camp last week with my old friend Kem. We have been friends for 4 decades, but we are not as good of friends as we used to be....I stopped smokin' pot and he found Jesus Christ...
It bothers Kem a lot when I cuss...especially if I manage to drag his heavenly Father into the mix which I quite often do. I do try to watch my language around Kem. The main reason he wants me to go to Church Camp is so that I might find Jesus too..even while he smokes his joint...but the other reason he wants me there is so that I can help the youngsters catch some fish. I enjoy that immensely and that is why I go
This year I hoped my 16 year old son, Rip, might be of some help getting 12 6-8 year olds baited up and their poles in the water on the side of the bank and keeping their lines from becoming impossibly entangled, but Rip was more interested this year in collecting tiny frogs on the bank and putting them in a Gatorade bottle.
They were a smarmy slimy mess in there and in the 100 degree heat I kept begging him to get rid of that bottle and give me a hand with all these kids.
It took about 30 minutes to get everyone baited and in the water.
One of the young-uns, Joshua "fit the Battle" I called him, looked up to me and says:
"Thanks Mr. Steve, You sure look hot"
'Thirsty too" I replied.
I was sweating like a Pig and I reached for my drink. My eyes were stinging as the sweat rolled into them and I pressed my lips to my once cool bottle of Gatorade.
I tilted my head back....
...As the first frog passed my tongue I knew there was something wrong. I froze in mid-gulp. There had been no Frogs in my Gatorade before and as the next Frog entered my mouth...
....I knew what was happening....I had accidently grabbed the Gatorade bottle Rip had been doing his little Biological Swamp Torture Experiment in... and now I had a mouthful of frogs in frog juice.
In front of God and Kem and 12 little Church camp Kids I spat the vile liquid out of my mouth and let loose with a
"GODDAMMIT"
that echoed up and down the Lake.
All heads turn to me, and up till now I have been the figure of charity and compassion and a mentor to some of the nicest little boys and girls you would ever want to meet and generally a good influence.
But I see Kem out of the corner of my eye and hear him whisper very loudly
"Steve, please, watch your mouth"
Well, that did it for me and I turned to him and said quite loudly
"KEM, WOULD YOU GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, JUST ONE TIME?"
And all 12 of those kids just cracked up!!!
I owe Rip one... I do.... and I'm gonna get him good!
Posted by bulletholes at 6:36 AM 12 comments
Labels: church, fishing, kem, My Friends, THE RIP
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
FROM THE STORK TO PELICAN ISLE
I am taking the Water Baby to Pelican Island this afternoon and leaving her there.
She will not have a car, but I will give her a weeks worth of food.
She will have to study her way out.
They had a Hurricane there that killed 6000 people.
Water Baby says "when parents get worried they yell".
I yelled at her last night. I'm not worried about Hurricanes....and I'm sorry I yelled.
I'm worried and shes scared...
I'm hoping she does well...she's really very smart as evidenced by her quote about parents and yelling.
College...the first Semester...could there be anything more exciting?
Why is all the exciting stuff so scary?
She is going to help save the planet, you know.
Posted by bulletholes at 11:28 AM 7 comments
Labels: water baby
Friday, August 17, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
FISHING REPORT
TIME LAPSE OF PERSIED METEOR SHOWER 8/12/2007
Stopped for gas.
Truck wouldn't start.
No tools, no money, long way home.
Beat the hell out of the truck for an hour.
Hammer, Tire Iron and Muriatic Acid did the trick.
Truck started.
Good thing we got an early start.
Perseid Meteor shower in Full Tilt Boogie. Splendid, but the Native Americans considered Meteors to be Bad Medicine.
I love that bad medicine.
My freind Keith could catch fish from a storm drain, or a parking lot puddle, maybe even from a bale of hay, I do declare.
9a.m. Sunday morning-Sun beating down, no wind, humidity off the charts, no wind, sweating profusely, no air, 96 dgrees in the shade if there were any shade, sun blazin' in cobalt blue sky, not a breath of air, temples pounding, if a bird would fly by we'd have us some shade....
Real Hot...Whoa Yeah... In the Shade.
But there is no shade in the middle of the lake.
We hauled it for the house.
Posted by bulletholes at 7:46 AM 7 comments
Labels: fishing
Monday, August 06, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
WORLD TURNIIN'
I imagine there are a lot of changes coming on very fast for her.
Its good to see her on this kind of path.
I think theres gonna be a lotta hard crying, that good kind, real soon.
They don't grow up as fast as some might say...there has been a lot of time...
Its just time...then its gone.
Only time...and its gone.
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Posted by bulletholes at 9:20 AM 10 comments