With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
2001-11-11 - 1:49 a.m.
Yesterday I decided to try and write a poem a day for the rest of the month. I didn't actually get around to it today. I do have an idea so when I'm finished with this entry I'm going to write it on the fly and subject you to it.
What distracted me from writing this morning? Carey. First we talked online for an hour then she sent me the first two chapters of her Batnose novel. I printed it out and read it offline. By the time I was done my face was soaking wet. I laughed so hard that I cried. I always knew Carey could write but I was still amazed at how funny this was. I enjoyed it as much as Terry Pratchett, my favourite living author. It does help of course that I am one of the characters and everyone else in it is a friend of mine.
Before I talked to Carey I called up Leah. When she answered she thought I was her little sister. This is bad now I sound not like an adolescent man or an adult woman but like an adolescent girl.
My sister, Sue, and brother-in-law, Mike, who live near Dallas, visited today. They were supposed to come in later but they took an earlier flight so I got to see them today. They didn't stay long but I enjoyed it. I got to play the track from Christine Lavin's album that I'm on. Sue even asked to look at my scar. No one asks that and I love to show it.
Tonight I volunteered at WFUV again. There were lots of volunteers so I didn't answer phones. I just supervised. I like that best of course. I get so restless when I'm there. I can never just sit in my chair. I'm always a bit hyper but my energy level goes off the chart when I'm there. People who knew me would be surprised what I'm like when I'm home alone. I get so lethargic then. I tend to spend all my time in bed or sitting at the computer. When I was in school I did all my work in bed. I still do my prep for class and test writing there.
Something interesting happened tonight. Someone called the pledge line and said that he was Bon Jovi and that he wanted to talk to Vin. I wouldn't put him through; I figured it was a crank call. I hope I was right.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. My whole family is getting together which is great. The down side is that it is at my Aunt's. I'd much rather just spend time with my sisters and parents.
Ok ready for the poem now. Those of you with weak stomachs might want to close your eyes now.
Small Victories.
I'm not the man that the boy envisioned.
I'm one or two Nobel prizes short of my goal.
There is an empty spot on my mantelpiece
That a Hugo Award was supposed to fill.
My wife is lacking in beauty, intelligence, and actually existing.
I've had to find other things to satisfy me.
I get students who hate math to actually learn.
Some of them even enjoy it.
I write poetry, not good poetry, but poetry still.
I seem to be able to make some people happy.
That is the greatest joy of all.
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Email me: GordonLew at gmail
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