EDIT: Apparently my MarioKart Memories are inaccurate.
This afternoon's 'after-work' scheduled goal for my Synoptic Gospels exegetical project:
-Begin writing Part I, consulting the critical sources I compiled in the last two days.
My actual activities this afternoon for the project:
-Decide on a passage and begin finding critical sources.
This is a project that will involve an oral presentation at the end of the semester. So, yeah . . . journaling will be out of the question, starting this afternoon and ending . . . who knows.
I Sometimes Title Poetry So That I Can Find It Again when Building Chapbooks and the Like
Mail-meter machines sing songs
('WHEEEE ooooo Weeeeeeeee -- CHIK CHIK'),
The gentle humming of drumming out postage tapes,
But the world is metaphor to me, And equally Paula sees efficiencies.
Yet no merely double-edged sword
Complicit with quick rendering edges,
Judi enjoys, describes
It differently perhaps than Paul, then
Kevin, and Linda
Does as well.
What profundity become profanity
What profanity become profundity
What rippled sanity in ladders like Jacob's
What strange mystical profanity when
Crinkled people in their
Cleft
Covered-up rocks
Seek to see
Then glimpse His robes or are they coat-tails;
-Rick
