I was thinking today about how boring life would be without the Internet. I read an excellent (little) biography of Jane Austen yesterday that was pieced together from the letters that survive from her lifetime. Of the presumably hundreds to thousands of letters that she wrote in her 41 years, only 160 survive, and she did not keep a diary. That will simply never happen to us. Not the diary part, of course, but our letters not surviving. I leave an enormous digital trail every single day even if I don’t consciously keep a diary or blog.
Then on the radio this morning they read a letter from a listener who was complaining about them making fun of people who use Craigslist to find people to suck blood from. Seriously, Jane Austen was missing out in so many ways.
I voted on one issue yesterday. At this point in the current political client, the number one issue that mattered in the election was human rights. I voted solely on the basis of which candidate was going to do the most for those that I love that don’t have the right to marry, to work, to the financial benefits that I enjoy, to healthcare, to little things that I take for granted. Until my brother enjoys every last little thing that I do, I’m not going to be content with our laws.
I will also continue to speak out in the name of love our neighbor. I don’t agree with the church not performing gay marriages and not allowing gay clergy. I think it is backwards and just another reason (I have a list) that the church is not thriving in this country. If you say “Open hearts, open minds, open doors,” then back it up. Jesus told us to love our neighbor as ourselves. I’m really tired of people claiming that evil and bigotry is God’s will.
“Samuel Wesley was a devoted priest in the Church of England, in whose heart there burned a desire to see the church renewed and revived. One day he was studying and praying while his two small children, John and Charles, were playing on the stairway. Finally, he became so distracted by the noise that he rushed out of his study and cried out at them saying: “Go play elsewhere. I am trying to pray for a great revival to come upon the church, and your noise is disturbing me.” Little did old Samuel know that the great awakening for which he was praying was running up and down those stairs, in the persons of his own small children, John and Charles Wesley.”
I’ve been on a domestic kick lately – unpacking books, throwing away old paperwork, and generally getting a lot of the moving in done that I put off four years ago. It’s a lot easier now than it was back when Chase was just getting up and getting into everything.
I’ve also been helping Matt to get some stuff listed in the Branson’s General Store. He made a ton of stuff for the Cedarhurst craft fair and we’re putting up a bunch of the things that didn’t sell. I monitor the analytics a lot and he gets a lot of interest, especially on the steampunk stuff he makes. I don’t imagine that those items will last very long. I’ve still got a 10 or 15 things to load up there. He should have a full store for a while.
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