Monday, December 15, 2008

United Abominations

From Mumbai to Illinois ... how can I post when the world is going to hell in a hand basket? If you haven't noticed, I'm just not going to be much of a blogger through the holidays. There has been plenty of inspiration though:I could go on and on. 'Tis the season. So no pontificating today - but I've amassed quite a few Transom Links to share ... enjoy:

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The System Has Failed

Good bye November - Hello December. Jack Frost is making his annual sabbatical to Texas ... finally. As the year winds down, my blog-preneurship is certainly taking a turn for the worse. Numbers will certainly fall. Besides, I don't want to have an unreachable number for next year's Q4, YoY.

The good news is that the dollar is gaining, I survived the Griswold-roof-climbing-Christmas lights-hanging endeavor, the tree is lit, and our wagons are full of clothes, blankets and socks for Boxtown. We'll be making 2 trips in December ... on Christmas we plan to do an ad hoc service under the Good Latimer bridge behind Pilgrim's Pride. Pray the strings of my guitar don't snap in the cold, dry air as we fill the dark night with Christmas music.

So I blame the system for this boring post ... nothing profound to pontificate ... nothing alarming to assail ... nothing demoralizing or in need of fortification ... nothing to resuscitate.

Not even Sean Avery being unsavory could get me riled up. I blame the system. When you suffer a sports year like I have (Stars lose in the Western Conference Finals, Mets mishap, Notre Dame's debacle of a season, Bears barely hanging on, and one of the worst starts in Stars franchise history) and find yourself surrounded by Texans talking about Romo's momma, there becomes no vacancy for vexation in one's life.

Just try to derail me from having a marvelous, miraculous Holiday. I dare ya! There's no news story, apocalyptic premonition, political uprising, financial crisis, or Debbie Downer that's going to reduce this holiday to rubble. The system has caused me to go from cynical to critical in one fail swoop! I've become critically inane. What were they thinking, turning this jaded lad into a happy-go-lucky cheer monkey full of childish sensibilities? Lights, trees, ministry and happiness?

No no no. Not even the State Trooper that pulled me over the day after Thanksgiving as Billy and I returned from visiting our homeless friend, Teardrop, on his birthday could put the sour back in this puss. Click here for my response.

Is it the system? Have I gone off the deep end scatter shooting again? Before you leave this post in disgust and remorse for having wasted 5 minutes of your precious life, please do me one favor.

Stop. Take a deep breath. Go to that place. Who's there? Do you have peace?

If the answer is no or no one ... click here.

I hope to bring more of a balanced post next time with less free hand. But I promise you that these Transom Links won't disappoint: