So Nashville gas sucks, literally out of the pump. After driving 44 miles with my roommate to get gas in a long line for 15 minutes we got home and Nashville of all places was on CNN. View the article here.
In other news I find politics funny, there is so much mud slinging. I made my mind up back when there was like 7 people to chose from. Someone who could bring real change to this world.
Like pointing out that the evangical favorite John McCain dated his wife, Cindy, while still married to Carol. Cindy and John got married a month after his divorce was final.
And Palin said that she understands energy for this country because her state is 20% of the domestic oil, actually its 7%, not sure my vote will go to people who speak more words then actual truth/sense.
I've been updating my flickr with a lot of new photos lately. My memphis photos and some from Nashville are there. My Louisville and Abbey of Gethsemani photos will be up soon. Funny thing about the Abbey of Gethsemani is the last time I was there, it was a good mix of genders. This time I showed up and went to eat in the dining room like I did before. Well I wondered why all these guys were around and coming up to me asking about my photography and such. It was all male catholic conference that weekend. Whoops, guess I stood out a lot, at least it was a fun experience, got some neat photos in.
I'm trying to get back to creative writing again, its just hard being so busy. My latest non-crap writing is.
Hero of the Skeletons - Written 9-1-08 by Tabitha Hawk
Have you wondered if its destiny, fate or our will why we go through what we do in life. If other people bring their own gifts, powers or talents into our lives to enrich and even save us from ourselves.
We feel so lonely, so anonymous, lost in the shadows of the other people’s light. We live so disconnected, so focused on ourselves that we blur reality.
We long to be extraordinary but we accept only the ordinary. It’s the few who challenge the status-quo, whose own extraordinary must be nursed through rejections and challenges.
Maybe faith or answering a mysterious guidance these people become a cocoon to others. Dreaming and talking nonsense it appears but on the inside they are growing, a journey that metaphorize their full potential and fulfilling the debt that exist to our creator.
People who are beautiful by their own choice but wounded by their own humanity. A paradoxical concept our true colors, scars of our mistakes and frailty of nature can carry a redeeming beauty.
For some it takes the skeletons of their closet to draw them to change, a great challenge faces us, we must face ourselves and then the mirror of our peers. We speak of hero’s in our writings, divinities in faith but we speak not of our own skeletons.
Wither or not our hero is real or created we search for a rescue. We dream of place of peace, good intentions and safety. A world of extraordinar that is free from the limits of normality of putting on our routine mask and locking the closet door.
