a time in my life

-where I'm pulling away from the church as my moral authority (and women too, in fact...) and therefore have to establish God as my moral authority.. -or myself, but I'm not raised to be humanistic.

christmas wishes!

I'm always hesitant to post at too high a pace as a new post somewhat nullifies the prior.. -which defeats the purpose of a blog.

However, I have found the time to record my wishlist for Christmas:

1. Mobile phone! Preferably Nokia w. Bluetooth and FM (mp3 don't hurt, no! ;)
2. The Jean Paul Gautier perfume (flaske shaped like a body in green glass)
3. CD: "Michael Jackson - the Ultimate Collection." -my goodness he was phunkee back before his op's!
4. King James Bible (not 'The New...') Dark leather bind if possible.
5. Jeans! Loose leg but not gigantous butt as in all my other ones! Something pretty regular, but still upbeat.
6. A Norman ST-40 guitar w. pick-up.. -but I guess that's as unrealistic as two return tickets to S'pore, Oz, Indo, Chicago or Kelowna, huh?
NEW: 7. An mp3 player with microphone! yeeeha! check it out at: http://www.tyvstop.dk/product_info.php/cPath/36/products_id/497
yup yup yup!

Now, get to it people! [muahaha]

John Donne - my man

I'm doing a big assignment which I'm also running behind on, but I must stop and record some of my initial wondernment! I'm writing about John Donne, a very religiously devout and widely recognized metaphysical master poet of the 17th century, and it is writ about him that he did not deny his youth as a "womanizer," however he saw his life as a whole and that, coupled with his interest for and understanding of psychology triggered lines that are so fitting and explaining of my life, my Most Holy, when he proclaimed to his (final) beloved:

"If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee."

...my goodness, I have seldom encountered such understanding of romantic unctions in an individual expressed so undescribeably elegant! And here I was, succumbing to the belief that it was 'only me.' Tsk tsk tsk...