tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post4645202545351077352..comments2023-03-21T21:55:49.236-05:00Comments on write away every day: maskedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-39307983067418291412010-10-07T09:20:19.682-05:002010-10-07T09:20:19.682-05:00Demery: William is one of those who sleep best wit...Demery: William is one of those who sleep best with a fan on. Curiously, this didn't start until he was in High School. Perhaps it put the day to rest. My thoughts about the Internet are not yet formed. There IS something about incarnational relationships that is unique to us as human beings. So how do teens spend their time compared to us Gen-xer's? Watching TV--about the same, sports or exercise--about the same. Working around the house--much lower today. Reading books and magazines--much lower. Creative writing--marginally higher. Community service--significantly more. So, it would seem that teens are substituting the Internet for reading books and working around the house. This is conjecture, but I wonder whether the decline in reading books and work around the house is in part the result of having parents who are not as present. Might an antidote to too much Internet be a tradition begun early of going to museums, concerts, days out with their caregivers? Or seeing caregivers read?Jenifer Gamberhttp://www.myfaithmylife.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-50605908286669709702010-10-06T15:52:42.363-05:002010-10-06T15:52:42.363-05:00Sit Quiet and Part the Mist
What’s real inside an...Sit Quiet and Part the Mist<br /><br />What’s real inside and all around me can’t be seen. It can’t be felt with the touch or heard with the ear but it can be noticed. Daily distractions keep it at bay but noises such as the television or radio are massive deflectors. Years ago I drew a pen and ink drawing of a sign. The sign was made of a thick plank of wood and it was attached to a twisted wrought iron hanger and it read, “Dark Dungeon Inn.” I liked it so much that I framed it. At the time I thought my drawing was going down a road that it shouldn’t and I began to question it and I came to the conclusion that I should draw happier things so I took that drawing of the sign and I sat on my bed. I told God that I wanted to put a different drawing into that frame and I asked for a suggestion. I closed my eyes and blanked my mind by thinking of darkness and I waited in my quiet room. Pretty soon the darkness began to get brighter and it turned into a gray mist. I could see that it hung right on top of an ocean with waves that reached up to meet the steady wind. Suddenly the mist parted and a great sailing ship came into view. Its sails were full from the wind and it came at me on a slight angle to my right. It dipped down once and then rode up onto a wave and stopped right in front of me as though a photographer snapped a shot and time ceased to move forward. I never drew that sailing ship for my frame but I did get a suggestion of something happier to put there because I sat quietly and was able to hear the whisper that is always around us.Brian Potopowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16008700056907504346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-68746794389859642732010-10-06T14:39:57.177-05:002010-10-06T14:39:57.177-05:00It was the tiny dents in the blade edge combined w...It was the tiny dents in the blade edge combined with later identified microabrasions that did it. I caught the killer. His fan was running when we searched the place. He laughed in my face and taunted me. We checked the fan and it was clean. We searched and wrecked the place. Nothing. No axe, no butcher knife, no obvious murder weapon. But I could tell looking at him, at his glee and confident behavior. He looked at us and knew we were not good enough to catch him. The place smelled of bleach. We tried the vaccum cleaner. Yah know, clean up... maybe particles or hair in the works. Even the damn vaccum cleaner had been scrubbed shiny in and out. Like he has soaked in in a tub, hoses and all. It didn't work... but it had nothing. But that fan was so shiny. And at the end of the day I went over it again... and looked close. And closer. And there were dents or bumps in the blade edges. With that grill around it how could something bit those blades. But if you took off the grill... <br /><br />Forensics is beautiful and ugly. The scarring was not much to look at, but definitely organic. And in the few grooves... our evidence. Who knew? He didn't. And he sure wasn't happy. I slept unmoving for sixteen hours. And then my life moved on. To another case.FilmGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09374765133223959198noreply@blogger.com