The Prayer of Father Bill Carmody Before the Colorado House Legislature
Date entered : 20 Apr 2004 00:04 : Australia,Catholic,Comment,Politics
The Prayer of Father Bill Carmody Before the Colorado House Legislature
Forty years ago, John F. Kennedy, who was running for president, was under intense scrutiny for his Catholic faith. He made a pledge to the nation that he would not allow his faith to influence his decisions as president. He honored that pledge.
Sadly, politician after politician has followed in Kennedy's footsteps and no longer bring their faith with them in public office. This has led to a vacuum of morality in public debate. Politicians now claim, "I am personally opposed to this but I can not let my morality and/or faith influence my decisions."
I ask you, Almighty God, to change this.
I ask that the Catholics here present in this chamber bring their faith in making public policy decisions.
I ask that evangelicals bring their faith when they vote on public policy.
I ask that mainline Protestants bring their faith into the public square.
I ask that the Jewish people here present bring their faith with them when they vote on issues of public policy.
I ask that all people of faith here in this chamber truly be first and foremost, people of faith.
I ask that the representatives here present today will be men and women of God. If it costs them elections, so be it. It will bring this nation closer to God.
Our nation needs people of God to represent them in public office. Our nation has seen enough of people who claim to be a person of God yet never bring God or their faith into the public debate.
Almighty God, please change and convert the hearts of all representatives in this house.
May they be the antithesis of John Kennedy.
May they be women and men of God and may their faith influence and guide every vote they make.
May God bless this chamber and our state.
Found on : http://authenticliturgy.blogspot.com/
His source: Rocky Mountain News
Imitation, metaphors and me - notes
Date entered : 20 Apr 2004 00:04 : Notes,Personal Writing,Quotes
Go where thou wilt, seek whatsoever thou wilt, thou shalt not find a higher way above, nor a safer way below, than the way of the holy cross. ( From the Imitation of Christ )
I wonder if I can do 500 words in 5 minutes, that would equate to 100 words a minute, which is quite a feat, but if I keep focussed then I think that I can do it. I will have to keep this entry fairly pathetic and free flowing, free flowing like a river and free flowing like a jazz tune, and free flowing like a river without a toll. Ok how about this, I try to put in three that is three metaphors or similies in each entry that I write for the next week. And each metaphor or similie I must have two alternatives, so as above, that is one of my three metaphors that I must use in this note.
I guess three is just the minimum and I can use more than three. So i can use metaphors like confetti at a wedding, throwing them out like chicken feed to the chooks, populate the page with them like a rabbit on viagra populates his burrow.
Speaking of rabbits, that reminds me of books and Lucy Gresser would like to update the book club and it will rise phoenix like from the ashes, it will be come back like John Travolta in Pulp Fiction reviving to be bigger and fatter than before, it will come back like John Howard, rising to the top of the book club list to have a stranglehold at the top. At least, that is what I hope for.
I have just finished my lunch which I ingested like a small piece of air, which I ate like it was a jelly bean, which I hosed in like a vacuum cleaner on easy mode, and now, I am still hungry and I look about my desk in despair, like a child putting on his cutest depressed look trying to get some money from dad. I am searching for food like a UN weapons inspector in Iraq. I am scanning the horizon trying to find food that I know is not there like a lover waiting for his promiscous girlfriend.
Ouch.
Alistair Cooke
Date entered : 18 Apr 2004 00:04 : Comment,Literature,News
Alistair Cooke by Imre Salusinszky in the Australian news paper
...the genre that Letter from America belonged to was the familiar essay, and I suspect what people really valued about it was that it was one of the last places that genre survived. According to scholars, the genre the essay most resembles is the lyric poem; in both cases the effect is like overhearing someone talk to themselves.
Website on Technology and Science from a conservative viewpoint
Date entered : 18 Apr 2004 00:04 : Sites
http://www.techcentralstation.com/asiapacific.html
This sight was pointed out to me from a blog as something that is psuedo science and pathetic, but when I viewed it, I read one article by Doug Kern critiquing Peter Singer's book - The President of Good and Evil, and was impressed.
I would be interested to read other thoughts by this man,
Until next time,
Signing out!
Songs you have to dance to
Date entered : 15 Apr 2004 00:04 : ABC Aust,Australia
Presenter: Richard Glover
http://www.abc.net.au/sydney/stories/s1080106.htm
Friday, 2 April 2004
Which song do you simply have to dance to, every time you hear it?
The piece of music which gets your toes tapping and your hips swaying without you even realising it.
Richard Glover asked listeners this question, and had a huge response. Here are some of their suggestions:
Loveshack & Rock Lobster - B52s
Nutbush - Tina Turner
Footloose
All Shook Up - Elvis
Grease megamix
Play That Funky Music Whiteboy
Come On Eileen
Think - Aretha Franklin
Cherry Baby - Neil Diamond
Timewarp (Rocky Horror Show)
I Go To Rio - Peter Allen
Shake Your Tail Feather - Blues Bros
Dancing In The Dark - Bruce Springsteen
Echo Beach
Barbara-Anne - Beach Boys
Am I Ever Gonna See your Face Again - The Angels
My Sherona
Zorba's Dance
Love Is In The Air
The Boys Are Back In Town
Running Bear
Sexual Healing - Martin Gaye
Twist'n'Shout
Wild Thing
Johnny Be Good
Give Me Head
Friday On My Mind - Easybeats
Brown Sugar - The Rolling Stones
Jake The Peg - Rolf Harris
Eagle Rock
Sweet Home Alabamba
Macareena
Shout To The Top
I Was Made For Loving You Baby - Kiss
Help Me Rhonda - The Beach Boys
Satisfaction - Rolling Stones
Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves
The Chicken Dance
Walking On Sunshine - KC & The Sunshine Band
Saturday Night Fever - Bee Gees
Real Mother For Ya - Johnny Guitar Watson
Blister In The Sun - Violet Femmes
The Blue Danube
The Anniversary Waltz
Can't Stop 'Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson
You Give Me Something - Jamiroquai
Proud Mary - Ike & Tina Turner
Bus Stop
Dancing In The Street - Mick Jagger & David Bowie
Baddest Man In Town - James Brown
Hot Pants
Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin
Facts about Japan
Date entered : 12 Apr 2004 00:04 : Comment,Notes,Politics
Japan is comparable in size to Tasmania and has over 6 times the population of Australia. That is, it has over 129 million people. Made up of four islands lying between the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Japan its capital Tokyo is well known contradictarily for it's modern gadgets and ancient religion.
And why my interest in Japan at this stage, let's just say that I'm really concerned about carin' and the cumulative effect we have on our loved ones.
Information from the CIA World Factbook
Easter Ceremony Marathon
Date entered : 12 Apr 2004 07:04 : Comment
Chant is beautiful, but is 4 hours and 43 minutes of it in a row beautiful. Yes, but it does test the spirit and the body. Well, it's a new record for me at my parish church at Lewisham in Sydney and I am still a little tired 4 days later. Some time in the past, a vigil ceremony would go the whole night through. We nearly did that.
Happy Easter!
The website address of the site which has not been updated for ages is: www.maternalheart.com
Against long, dark clouds like a lonely torch
Date entered : 05 Apr 2004 00:04 : Poetry
The following poem is from the jollyroger.com website.
Against long, dark clouds like a lonely torch,
A misty light, a late May misty night,
We hopped the fence, had a seat on the porch,
The windswept spray haloed the sweeping light,
She told me stories from the years before,
When they saw ghosts dancing within the waves,
Some friends on a blanket, down on the shore,
Watched the phantoms rise from their watery graves.
How beautiful she was, for I could see,
A sense of that profound romantic high,
We shared the wild mystery of the sea,
Knowing deep down all else would someday die.
The storm blew in upon the wicked wind,
Elements had never been more alive,
On nights like those are forged the ties that bind,
When in the black ye see a light yet strive.
Against long dark clouds like a lonely torch,
I found myself ten years on down the road,
In a culture with little left to scorch,
And I recalled how the thunder did explode,
I remembered the way the wind did howl,
How the sea roared with all inequities,
And yet the beacon gave no avowal,
A solemn sentinel above capricious seas.
A misty light, a late May misty night,
I find myself there, holding Misty tight.
Compasses, weathervanes, and cobblestones,
Date entered : 05 Apr 2004 00:04 : Poetry
The following poem is from the jollyroger.com website.
Compasses, weathervanes, and cobblestones,
I paused to rest against a great Oak tree,
Weathervane crowned the church, church crowned the stones,
The compass I held out in front of me,
The wind rose, the golden weathervane showed,
A Nantucket Northeaster blowing in,
The thunder roared while the horizon glowed,
I sat there, 'til I was soaked to my skin.
My thoughts turned towards a girl down in DC,
and how I'd once been like the weathervane,
But now I felt a compass within me,
where she was some force beyond wind and rain.
For though wind I feel, and the sun I see,
The wind shifts, and the sun sets everyday,
But governed by an unseen entity,
The iron needle shall point the same way.
I stayed 'til the storm broke with red at night,
And golden rays shot 'cross the deep blue sea,
And I'll say, beyond this sailor's delight,
The greater things are those we never see.
For politicians on pulpits shall twist,
Point where vice and vanity's winds command,
And if ye follow weathervanes in mist,
In this postmodern fog, ye shall be damned.
But instead mate, if ye should navigate,
by Faith, ye'll steer clear of temptation's shoal,
It's not the golden crown that makes men great,
But it's the iron deep within their soul.
Bomb Jack
Date entered : 01 Apr 2004 00:04 : Sites,Webthing
I used to play arcade games after school. Here is a link to a site that has the game bomb jack.
Lloyd Evans
Date entered : 02 Feb 2004 00:02 : Movie Reviews,Person
Lloyd Evans is a writer. I stumbled across him from the Arts and Letters daily website.He writes for the Spectator magazine ( online here if the web doesn't change the address of this page ).
His comedic reviews are populated with similies in the same way that chocolate is sprinkled on a capuchino in the morning, producing a refreshing wake up for the day.
Check him out.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
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