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Mar. 14th, 2008

The Blog

I change blogs the way some change underwear. Well, maybe not that often--anyhow, here is the new, final, not to be changed again blog address: The Puzzle Box I've received some emails regarding the change (folks that visit the old Someday Satori page, which is naked now), so I thought I'd announce it.

I'll be around as an LJ lurker and a sometime commenter.

Aug. 27th, 2007

Just a reminder

My real spot on the web is here: Someday Satori

Enjoy the day!

Jul. 2nd, 2007

Wannabe Word Nerd

I've started yet another blog (as of yesterday). This one is dedicated to words and word play.
If you're interested, the site is here. There is only one entry so far, but I plan to update it regularly.
And (I know I've mentioned this before but) my real blog is here. Stop by and say hi.

Jun. 26th, 2007

You've been tagged

Incendiary Eve, Bean's Babbletorium, Wilhelmina, Alison A., Lyria, JeMcAdams:

You've been tagged.


Jun. 22nd, 2007

Dublin pictures

I'm back from my trip to Dublin and have posted several pictures on my other blog.
Click here to check them out.

Jun. 8th, 2007

I'm Moving to Blogger Stop by and Visit! (http://www.someday-satori.blogspot.com/)!

I've had a blogger account for some time now and have chosen to use LJ instead. Well, now I'm moving over to Blogger. Stop by and see me! The site looks pretty much exactly the same as this one...only it's blogger. I've even transferred the last few photo-related posts over.
I'll still be visiting my LJ friends page regularly.

Click Here For My New Blog


Jun. 7th, 2007

music, dirty words and my picture of the day

©S.O. Spencer
An interesting story by Michelle Tsai on how dirty words becomes dirty.
And a song by Colin Hay:

Jun. 6th, 2007

Back to the Orchid

Pic of the day:

©S.O. Spencer
This news is nauseating. How do you counter people who use such violence to shut down those who are trying to stand up and speak out? (particularly when those making the effort to speak out are the marginalized)
In other news, I can see this turning into a Saturday Night Live spoof. Particularly since he missed.


Jun. 5th, 2007


Picture of the Day:

©S.O. Spencer
I think this is my favorite so far. (after the Orchid Leaves)
I was astonished to read that a woman in Poland has come forward with the diary of a young Polish girl who died in the Holocaust:
"I wish it would end already! This torment; this is hell. I try to escape from these thoughts of the next day, but they keep haunting me like nagging flies. If only I could say, it's over, you only die once ... but I can't, because despite all these atrocities, I want to live, and wait for the following day."



Jun. 4th, 2007

Still this emptiness persists...

"Still this emptiness persists. Perhaps this is good as it gets."--Colin Hay
Colin Hay's songs are so lovely.

Picture of the Day:

©S.O. Spencer
I finished Hitchens' "God is Not Great" today. I was disappointed to finish it; I found it very amusing and insightful. I'm rather apathetic about organized religion, but I find myself increasingly agitated with elements of it. I enjoy studying religion, Buddhism in particular, and I understand people find great peace in religion and do good deeds in honor of their religion, but I get sick of the "we are right because God told us so" argument, so listening to Hitchens' book was a perfect stoke to that fire. In one chapter, Hitchens equates exposing children to fundamentalist religious doctrine as abuse and even references Joyce's sermons on hell that were captured in "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man." I cannot begin to express my gratitude towards my parents for not raising me within a particular religion. My father was not brought up in religion, but my mother--well, that's another story entirely. She had a very strict Catholic upbringing. Very strict. Joyce's sermons on hell rang very familiar with her when I read parts of them to her. She opted to not raise her children in the same way she was raised (fortunately for us), yet she still struggles with the guilt of not having raised us in the same way she was raised. She was so young when the dogma was instilled in her that as an adult she is unable to find complete peace because she thinks she's a heathen in the eyes of the church. She prays; she gives money to the missions; she has always had pictures of Jesus and the Last Supper in her home; she has many rosaries hanging on her bedroom dresser; she has a bottle of Holy Water on a shelf in her room; she wears a cross pendant that was blessed by a lovely priest from Chimayo church; she bought me a medallion of St. Christopher and had it blessed by that same priest. She has faith and she's incredibly selfless and yet the idea of dying--as if the unknown factor of death isn't intimidating enough--fills her with anxiety and fear because of the visions of hell she was taught as a child, and the fact that as an adult she left the Church, which makes her a "sinner" (and therefore going to hell). I've argued otherwise, but it's difficult to counter deep-seated religious dogma. I'm glad Hitchens wrote the book and I'm glad to have read it (though madre would not approve of my endorsing a book with such a title).
In Dublin news, I've been trying to acquaint myself with the city through maps and pictures and came across this very brief slide show narrated by Robert O'Byrne.
Did I mention I'm switching my MFA focus to nonfiction? (assuming the process goes smoothly) I wrote about my genre identity crisis way back in November , and now I've made the decision. I'll spare you the details.


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