Friday, July 24, 2009

"There is a vast world of work out there in this country, where at least 111 million people are employed in this country alone--many of whom are bored out of their minds. All day long. Not for nothing is their motto TGIF -- 'Thank God It's Friday.' They live for the weekends, when they can go do what they really want to do."

-Richard Nelson Bolles, What Color is Your Parachute?, 1970

(Does this mean he coined the phrase "TGIF"?)

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Borrowed from Becky:

The Good Confession by Andrew Peterson

"All if know is that I was blind but now I see;
Though I kick and scream, love is leading me;
And every step of the way His grace is making me;
Every breath I breathe, He is saving me;
And I believe.
So when my body's weak and the day is long,
When I feel my faith is all but gone,
I'll remember when I sang this song that I believe:
I believe He is the Christ, Son of the Livng God."

remember: my own words are over at Xanga .

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Similarly, it has become abundantly clear in the second half of the twentieths century that Western Man has decided to abolish himself. Having wearied of the struggle to be himself, he has created his own boredom out of his own affluence, his own impotence out of his own erotomania, his own vulnerability out of his own strength; himself blowing the trumpet that brings the walls of his own city tumbling down, and, in a progress of the auto-genocide, convincing himself that he is too numerous, and laboring accordingly with pill and scalpel and syringe to make himself fewer in order to be an easier prey for his enemies; until at last, have educated himself into imbecility, and polluted and drugged himself into stupefaction, he keels over, a wary, battered old brontosaurus, and becomes extinct.

Seeing Through the Eye, Malcolm Muggeridge