So I've got way too much time on my hands with the approaching hurricane making its way ever so slowly towards Orlando. Nothing too exciting to report, other than the fact that the fam is all here, just enduring this together. To be honest this whole thing is a serious pain in the rear. The first hurricane gave me a certain level of morbid excitement, but this one is just plain annoying. Packing everything up again. Deliberating what to do, where to go. Not knowing if we should stay at our house and try to "protect" our belongings or head over to Heather's parents house. So we're at Heather's parents house. We chose comfort and relative safety over "protecting" our material things. Which I guess is what they are. But to be perfectly honest, I really don't want to lose my stuff. I know that sounds shallow and materialistic, but oh well. Stupid hurricane.
There are two quotes/stories that are good reminders for me. The first is from the incredibly spiritual film Fight Club--"the stuff you own ends up owning you." I really don't want that to be true, but it probably is more than I care to admit. The second is from an incredible short story by Leo Tolstoy, which you should all read. It's entitled, "How Much Land Does a Man Need?" I won't ruin it for you, but I highly recommend taking a half hour out of your day to digest this great short story. The moral of the story is a great reminder in times like this. That's all I've got for now. Thanks for reading.
Saturday, September 4, 2004
yet another hurricane
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Read your Bible. . .it will scare the HELL out of you. These signs are becoming the bane of my existence. Mr. Hart, we here in the conservative low class northeast don't understand your bigshot southern intellectual words like bane. Further, we are appalled at your loose, casual usage of the word Hell. God will judge you, my friend. When you CAPITALIZE HELL, you are inviting SATAN to do his work. Watch your back mi amigo. To quote Dan Brown in his recent work, Angels and Demons: "El Nino is coming for ya. And it aint gunna be pretty." Also, to mock a hurricane, and the brave heroes who cover such storms, insures you a reservation to an especially putrid place carved out in God's judgement. . .a little place called Iowa. God be with your soul when you are cast into that most abhorred of Mr. Dante's rings.
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Newburyport, MA