Archive for the 'faith' Category
I know it´s not that deep, but it has occurred to me that, starting with the engagement, following with the wedding, and topping it off with a life of marriage… the common denominator to this circle of life between couples is… stuff. Yes sir… stuff to package, to unwrap, to exchange, to insure, to bubblewrap, to [...]
I guess the more you feel close to someone, the more you worry about their safety and well-being. I’m having a bit of the paranoid blues, and I try to enjoy this blogging business… however, having my name out there, attached to a photo (I rarely get press interested in me, whether as a writer [...]
Footsteps, misteps, falling
debris.
I seek shelter from gospel
choirs.
The politics of truth
gang up on me,
they’re not my truths
not my policies.
Bullets stray, voices are raised
guilty parties whose names
are named.
You speak of mortality, joy and I listen.
Yet, I’m afraid.
The title of this post is deceaving, I know, ’cause I’m not big on theology, nor do I think old J.C. was actually wrong about something in particular. I was just watching Little Miss Sunshine again, and I remembered the tee Dwayne was wearing (he was taking a vow of silence, and held Nietzche in [...]
Happy belated christmas everyone. I know my latest posts have not been the most cheery of all, but I feel a glimpse of hope, joy and multiple orgasms coming my way… so there, it is time to celebrate. I have taken under my wing, so to speak, a former coworker of mine, who’s also a great [...]
Epiphanies are a rare commodity… yet I like to hold onto them, whenever I can. Battling with yourself, whenever this or that dream/wish/idea/project/whatever doesn’t follow through, can be hard. As I walking back to my office today, fresh from delivering a very important package for my internship opportunity in Spain, it dawned me: what if [...]
I sometimes bite more than I can chew, and that can’t be a good thing. Meaningless relationships are a waste of my time. Handling illegal firearms, which can lead my ass into jail, is equally useless. So… I turn to Jesus. He’s the best.
Bridal shower, parents’s bedroom, ackwardness.
Renewed, recycled, virgin-style sex.
Make up, make out, check out.
Get used to it.
Over a week ago, I was lucky enough to find a forgotten stash of 8 or 9 issues of Relevant Magazine, a magazine formerly unknown to me. Let me be pretty straight-forward: although I am a spiritual man, I suck at organized religion. I’m what you could describe as Catholic Light, all the appearance of your basic [...]
Last night went to visit my oldest bro’, he’s 15 years older than me, and saw him and his/my family for the first time in 2008. We discussed many things: how Freddie Mercury would be rolling in his grave if he heard Guss’s Bossa Queen album (frightening), how our country’s forefathers would be rolling on [...]
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