one world, one life
You can choose your actions, but you can’t choose the consequences, or so they say. To help you out, I made a handy table to help you keep score.
| Action | Consequence |
|---|---|
| Try to protect Mormon children from sexually explicit questions alone in a room with an adult man… | Have Mormon church leaders threaten you with excommunication. |
| Rape a young Mormon woman in the basement of the Missionary Training Center… | Have Mormon church leaders protect you for the rest of your life. |
Helping Mom clean up her house, we found the phonograph. Listening to her old records. Maybe this is nostalgia talking, but this seems like a more civilized form of entertainment.
It was amusing how the optometrist told me that I need bifocals without actually using the word bifocal. It was quite the tap dance.
Watched Dead Pool 2 at the theater earlier today. Now watching Sound of Music with my family. I can’t think of two more opposite movies.
Reason is a great tool, but it’ll never make life reasonable. Our brief span is what it is. Get on with it. What concerned the Buddha (assuming he actually existed) was that we live without illusions. There’s nowhere to go but here. There’s no escape. (Stephen Schettini, The Naked Monk: Is Buddhism an Escape?)
Last February, our family got the interesting opportunity to watch the taping of an episode of the public radio program From the Top at the Smith Center. That episode has now been posted.
Our car mechanic (shout out to Sunset Auto Imports!) employs some tall guys, so when I pick up the car after a repair, it always takes a comically long time for the electric seat to get back to where I can reach the pedals. #shortlife
I thought I was smart because I knew two verses of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I used to sing them both to my daughters when the were small.
Tonight I learned the original poem by by Jane Taylor (1783–1824) has five stanzas that I had never heard! ?
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, through the night. Then the traveller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark; He could not see where to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Now I’m spending my Friday night taking a tour through classical music history listening to variation on the melody which came from a French children’s song Ah! vous dirai-je, maman.
I just barely completed the first level of Fluenz French, and wanted to briefly pat myself on the back for my persistence. It’s taken me almost four months. Actually, we purchased the program exactly four years ago — back when our cash flow was healthier — when we started to plan a family trip to France. We’re still hoping to make that trip… someday, but in the meantime, I’ve been watching French films and news without subtitles and reading French literature. I don’t really understand much yet, but I’m starting to catch the general drift.
I guess it’s on to the second level. À bientôt, mes amis!