Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
praise him, all creatures here below;
praise him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

traditional hymn – words by thomas ken – 1674

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O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth shall proclaim your praise.

bible – psalm 51:15 – king david


Blessed are they who give
without expecting even thanks in return,
for they shall be abundantly rewarded.

Blessed are they who translate
every good thing they know into action,
for ever higher truths shall be revealed unto them.

Blessed are they who do God’s will
without asking to see results,
for great shall be their recompense.

Blessed are they who love and trust their fellow beings,
for they shall reach the good in people and
receive a loving response.

Blessed are they who have seen reality, for they know
that not the garment of clay but that which activates
the garment of clay is real and indestructible.

Blessed are they who see the change we call death
as a liberation from the limitation of this earth-life,
for they shall rejoice with their loved ones
who make the glorious transition.

Blessed are they who after dedicating their lives
and thereby receiving a blessing, have the courage and faith
to surmount the difficulties of the path ahead,
for they shall receive a second blessing.

Blessed are they who advance toward the spiritual path
without the selfish motive of seeking inner peace,
for they shall find it.

Blessed are they who instead of trying to
batter down the gates of the kingdom of heaven
approach them humbly and lovingly and purified,
for they shall pass right through.

peace pilgrim’s beatitudes – mildred norman

It was the wind that gave them life.
It is the wind that comes out of our mouths now
that gives us life.
When this ceases to blow we die.
In the skin at the tips of our fingers
we see the trail of the wind;
it shows us the wind blew
when our ancestors were created.
american indian – navajo



The Allergy Chronicles


I feel like I’ve been beat with a stick.  After going to get a flu shot at the VA (and finding that it was not the prized H1N1 vaccine), I decided to drag myself to the store for some substantial delight.

I got there so sick that all I could grab was macaroni salad, dishwasher soap (great discount) and toll house cookie dough.

The past weeks have been an insane overload of work and writing, with decent pay as a reward, but with exhaustion as a consequence.

Just when I resolved to stop that nonsense, settle down, and take time to smell the stinky shoes, the Fall allergy season moved in and started unpacking.


The Sacramento Valley is one of the top allergy resorts in the world. We have far too many exotic plants and gorgeous landscapings.

Sacramento has more trees per capita than most places in the world.

People come here with allergies and find out that those allergies thrive well. Then people come here without allergies, then find out that new allergic type of action in going on. No one escapes.

Neither young nor old are bolstered against this mistaken set of ferocious attack processes that make our autoimmune systems want to pull a Thelma and Louise on our bodies.

My autoimmune system is completely psychotic.

It is as if the Sopranos, the Crips, the Bloods, and Scarface took over my T-cells, and are running around, having chemical romances and  yelling “say hello to our little friends!”


So, this year, it could be the Sri Lankan Bigpussy Shrubs and the Andalusian Fart Knocker Trees are spewing forth some dusty plant carpet bombing style of long distance insemination that winds up in our sinuses and bodies.

The Chlorpheniramine pills, those delightful little yellow drowse merchants; those highly effective line officers that soldier on in their mission of rounding up histamines and receptors, are my drug of choice these days, along with the steroidal spray which burns the sinuses like a bad pool dive.

But, still, the double knockout of flu shot and allergy serve to make me relish a long morning in bed. Actually in la la land, dreaming of talking enchiladas and buttery mens who stalk me through glamorous hotels in exotic destinations and give me looks with their eyes.

When I finally wake up, it’s off the cheap matinee at the movies, with the requisite snuck- in snacks and Roger Moore whacking capitalism as the assignment for the week.

Photobucket As a word to the medically ungainly: You do NOT get the flu from the flu shots. The mild, temporary symptoms mean that the vaccine is working as it should. Your body is just making antibodies and having a party in there, building up protection against the real thing.

So, have a lovely day. I am off to snooze and to not work.

The Attention Deficit Newswrap: 24 August 2009


Oh boy. It’s the torture tactics that we haven’t heard about yet.  A federal judge has ordered the material to be released today as the result of an American Civil Liberties Union Freedom Of Information Act lawsuit .

We’re going to be inundated with over reporting of three things:  Threating a detainee with a power drill, mock executions,  and the right wing’s excuse making.

Newsweek broke the story on Friday.  The New York Times has an equally sketchy heads up.

What’s next? Attorney General Eric Holder will be deciding whether to pursue action.  He has recieved a Justice Department Advisement to do so.



The San Jose Mercury News

The New York Times

The Guardian, UK]

Miss Universe 2009: Miss Venezuela.  Why don’t we just let Donald Trump run the…what? Oh… Never mind.


Ryan Jenkins was one of the contestants on a reality show called “Megan Wants A Millionaire”. He was vetted by the show, but had a history of abuse and other problems. He was the prime suspect in the horrific murder of his former wife, and was on the run from the law at the time of his death.


No word on who the winner was, if there was a winner.


Professor Turgeson seems timely, given the news about Afghanistan

Happy Sunday!

Hear the words of the dancing God,
the music of whose laughter stirs the winds,
whose voice calls the seasons:
I who am the Lord of the Hunt and the Power of the Light,
sun among the clouds and the secret of the flame
I call upon your bodies to arise and come unto me.
For I am the flesh of the earth and all its beings.
Through me all things must die and with me are reborn.
Let my worship be in the body that sings,
for behold all acts of willing sacrifice are my rituals.
Let there be desire and fear, anger and weakness,
joy and peace, awe and longing within you.
For these too are part of the mysteries found within yourself,
within me, all beginnings have endings,
and all endings have beginnings.

charge of the god – author unknown

In this life we cannot do great things.
We can only do small things with great love.

mother teresa

God exists.

His place is very cool.
Look at how it is where God is.

mesoamerican indian – mazatec – maria sabina

The Billionaire Boys Club Isn’t As Phat As It Used To Be!



The New York Times has an incredible article titled “After a 30-Year Run, Rise Of The Super-Rich Hits A Sobering Wall”.

It would be well worth your time to give this article a read, after you read and rate my post, and click on an ad, of course.

According to a Forbes article, some 350 billionaires were thrown out of the club, worldwide.  The US tops the list with 125 drop offs, followed by Russia. India took the hugest financial hits, which is fine with me, given the number of Indian finance clowns who have infiltrated our finance infrastructure and jacked it up.

But two individuals who lost weren’t finance scam machines, but icons who actually created something that is a big part of life in America!

Jon McAfee, the anti-virus icon,  went from 100 million worth to 4 million.   His story is a major part of  the New York Times article.

I wanted to find and highlight another person who was an icon of invention, and to see how he was doing. I thought of Frederick W. Smith, Founder of Fedex. He is #559 on Forbes drop off list.

I highly encourage all to read the entire New York Times article, which is a rich summary of the rise and fall of the rich, but which provides comparisons with the flat or lost income that the rest of us suffered.

I wanted to find a couple of people who truly deserved to give it up and found these three interesting sources.

“Forbes In Pictures: Notable Drop-Offs”

Rupert Murdoch Took A Big Hit This Year

Suze Orman Had An Idea For Bush

HERES A CHALLENGE: At “Forbes In Pictures” can you find someone who really deserved to get a check-ectomy?  Or someone who has been a great philanthropist, like Bill Gates, who is giving most of his money away?

If you write a blog and tell us what the person did that was good, bad or ugly, you can add a link to the comments here!

Barney Frank Hands It To the Town Hall Nazis!

This is a must watch video. It should be part of every congress person’s lesson plan.

From the point where Barney Frank suggests that a mindless drone is on another planet, to the point where he whips out a copy of the bill and reads the part about illegal immigrants being excluded from the public option, Barney has shown what needs to be done at every town hall meeting where the paid lackeys of the insurance industry show up to lie and lie again.

Go Barney.

Yee hah!

A Song For The Right Wing Politicians

Yes! Run a good thing round and

Round and down

Yes, say one thing and do another
When you’d lie to your own mothers.

Offer nothing but build it up and up
Go sing one song, then talk another
Yes, sing a song so tuneless

(Patriots, they say they are
The real and truest of Americans
The real and true of Christianity
The blessed of our Lord and savior

They bring ugly and it costs us pretty
And they decide we get what’s left
And grab the best for themselves)

You’re mean and fat and nasty to the poor
Such crooked lives, so conscience free
With no better plan to speak

(Patriarchs, they say they are
The sons of fathers of our blessed land
The real and truest of Americans
First in line to feast the good things)

Your suns are dying, setting down and down
While anger’s rising all around
Much too soon, you wag your guns

True blindness happens when the sun won’t shine
When there’s no lamp shine on such wrong
Good will leave you, good will leave

(Matriarchs, they say they are
They’ll send your children off to fight our wars
The real and truest of all great women
First in line to sell their bald tales)

First in line to fake your wails
First in line to shake your hair
First in line with hateful stares

First in line with the guns
First in line for the drugs
First in line to grab the dirt
When only dirt is left here.