Sometimes I’ll be at my computer and look up through the window just at the perfect moment to see something utterly beautiful like the smiling moon rising over the Mule Mountains.Â
OK, OK, barf–ick, I know…
I have actually been writing lyrics for one of my freshly harvested guitar ditties. I’m in a silly poetic mood I guess but, I have to wonder. How can you not be in a silly poetic mood when the full moon is rising right outside your window?
Ray is on his way home. The poor guy needs to sleep in his own bed. He mentioned feeling like a cold was coming on. The worse thing about late flights into Tucson is that you have an hour and a half drive to get home. At night. On I-10. With nary a streetlamp. (tee hee)
Ever drive on the 10 at night with all those crazy fucking truckdrivers?
Well, the long weekend of dancing around in my skivvies with my guitar singing poorly and playing even worse is coming to a close. It was productive. I went to the gym twice, wrote two blog posts (with photos!), worked on lyrics and belted out quite a few tunes on the karaoke machine out in the garage.
I don’t have rehearsals for the next two weeks so I can go consistently to the gym three times a week for two whole weeks. That’s six times! W00t!
Yeah…part of the whole gym thing is to be enthusiastic about working out. You have to believe it to see it. Seeing is Believing. Believing is Seeing. Ain’t that the truth? That’s the “Secret”. Maybe we can all collectively believe the world will become a better place.Â
You know what most God fearin’ people in America believe? They believe in a book who’s final chapter is all about the end of the world. The book of Revelations is full of predictions that many people believe to have become true today. Could we have willed it into our world? Could we have made it happen?Â
You know what I think? I think the book of Revelations predicts the final chapter of Christianity. How can you possibly engage in a religion that is so totally flawed? It’s like George Bush in the White House–we know, it’s fucked up but people keep believing in it.Â
There is this great line in Jesus Christ Superstar coming from Judas as an angel after he hung himself. “If you’d come today you could have reached the whole nation. Israel in 4 B.C. had no mass communication.”
Touché Judas, touché.
I remember KTLA Channel 5 used to run that at Easter-time until someone realized it was written by a Jew and wasn’t exactly a sparkly account of Jesus Christ’s last days. Idiots.
How would Jesus treat me? That’s what I wonder. What would I do if the Son of God rejected me for being gay? I mean, he’s the liaison to the big guy in the sky. Jesus, can you put in a good word for me? Maybe you know someone who’s gay. Maybe you’re related…Â
And then I woke up.
The moon is getting high in the sky. I think it’s time to grab the guitar and refocus my creative moonlit energy on the instrument.Â
The Bible is about selective reading–from the second-hand accounts in the New Testament (notice there are no books written–or included–by anyone who actually trotted around with Jesus?) to what books the Vatican decided that people should be “allowed” to read. And don’t even get me started on the Old Testament books–which even what was written as stated by Jesus are to be essentially null and void. Like any book, people will look into it for what they want or need at the time to prove their point against others while glazing over at the parts that are actually relevant to what they may need to be fixing in themselves.
Okay, I’ll get off the Dial soapbox… it’s being crushed under the weight of my fatness.
Yeah, I have driven that stretch many times over. It is a LONG road…then you hit Huachuca City and you still have quite some time. I understand…but to be sleeping in the same bed as someone like you…it would be worth it! I miss the Huachuca Mountains!