Easter sign

located in Michigan, at a large cost to build and maintain ... Cross of the Woods. Christ remembered.

I don't wear crosses or a crucifix, for if it fails in my mind, in my heart ... no trinket will make it reappear.

thinking ...

I think that I might be the tech-saviest of the lot at work. Now, since I'm older than some of the 'gers, I'd think that I'd be the slower poke, but no. They are as wit' it, on 'puters as Buddy Epson was on Park Avenue. I'd suspect, hidden deep in the small town mind is "Green Acres". Ed-Earl, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, Bill, Ed and Ed (Newhart), and the like. "That's the way it's always been", has been uttered more than once.

So ... I guess the time of the pen and pencil will remain in this untouched world. I think (again of Trek) the prime directive of not altering the course of a planet's development. It's just sad to see it limp around like it does. That's not like Nemo's "special fin"! That's intentional self-binding and blinding!

"Oh, bother." - Pooh Bear, c/o Milne

You die, and we all move up a rank

"I need a", chiefy, "to sign off on this". Okay, so now I have "signing" powers, to some limited extent. Now, I'm really pumped about flying powers and maybe X-Ray vision.

Speaking of powers of observation, the term at work for a hottie is "bubble", so people will call out to someone helping or just having helped a "bubble". A couple of guys mentioned that I appeared to have been salivating over a woman last night. She was nice, but they're perspective and mine aren't quite the same. I get only a moment with customers ("guests"). I get more time spent with people at work -- one of whom I find, well, enchanting. I will sometime find out whether she is married. She likely is, so ... moot point, as well as the no-dating thing.

I was asked yesterday about my marital status, as a time-filler, I suppose. I mentioned divorce and she probed, how long was I married, and was stunned that someone could put off the divorce with stubbornness and stupidity, as did my ex. She was dating a guy and was hoping that she'd get, ya know ... a proposal by now, not to be (year three). I mentioned that at some point, commit to a direction and stick with it. Stay or go.

There is still, yet, another hottie at work who is dating a guy. for the term "boyfriend" came up. Wow! She's, well, I thought she had a man. She's fau-ine! She's the kind of woman whose elegance is evident. Wow! She walks -- moves, twists, turns, smiles ... ah, botanical gardens -- filled with sights and wonderful scents.

I don't know her at all, so maybe that's where it ends.

- title quote from "Star Trek", the orignial series

a way to associate me with where I work

Congratualtions Ophelia Luu for winning the coloring contest hosted by my workplace! Sad to say, I didn't get a photo of her to hang up at work, as I would if it were "my" place.

She's here too

over nothing

Well, there was an unhappy person yesterday, thankfully she did not go overboard on me. She spoke with the GM and she left unhappy and the GM was visually unhappy as well.

Well, tit for tat, she left and I just got to hear the "didn't like", "didn't do", and so on. So the GM later tells me that it started off minor and he thought it ended, but she stewed and steamed and was greatly unhappy.

I'm getting a feel for more paperwork and came home last night, unbespeckled by work, as I normally am. I was, virtually clean or free of much debris anyway.

The funny line I heard yesterday, was from a guy on the phone, "Well, what in the hell is on that thing", he questioned on an item I mentioned. I had a hard time not laughing.

not a sexual term

Nutjobs!
Okay, so you're "Christian". How about spreading the word, doing charitable things that you don't normally do. Why not re-read the bible. These people are nuts, complete nuts. I think they got caught in the spectacle and forgot the miracle.

I think the basis of Jesus being born in a manger or cave (as other stories would indicate), shows that this king of kings was born humbly with the meager comforts of the peasantry and was born at an "inopportune" time for the parents. He was tried hastily and was traded for Barabas when given a chance. He was brutalized and bore His own cross to be crucified then -- here's, the miracle, risen again.

I don't hear too many people trying to demonstrate His life in the desert alone, battling temptations of Satan and outright not eating.

I don't hear too many people walk among others, showing them the way to salvation, declining money or food.

If you want spectacle, show people the way and let them take that direction. The million-seat evangelical televised fluff is full of want. I guess I'm trying to write, "Be the miracle, not the spectacle".