I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, March 21, 2008

Rite of Spring

We're expecting 4-6 inches of snow tonight. Welcome, Spring.

Time to pack up the winter clothes (yeah, right), the snow shovels (when you pry it from my frost-bitten fingers), and throw open the windows and doors (unless you like a natural gas bill below $300), and dance in our nuddie pants in the morning dew (be careful of which icicles you break off after that).

And a Happy New Year to all my Baha'i friends. Which, I believe, brings our season of News Years, which started way back with Rosh Hashanah, to a close.

Happy Easter. And don't forget, just like we want to "Keep Christ in Christmas" we need to "Keep the East in Easter." Go on an Easter Egg (yeah, right) hunt, eat candy (cakes and ale anybody), and don't forget to inoculate you children against paganism by telling them about the Easter Bunny. Who lays those eggs. Hmm, must be another monotreme. Maybe a lecture of evolution in church might be a good thing.

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