Today is a new day, and I am going to keep busy. I have time, do I have discipline?

I'm not sure if I'm exactly happy to see that I'm not the only one who doesn't update his/her blog, but I am surprised at my own recent desire to make contact. Maybe its just been because I've been stuck in "finals" world, but these days I really miss Sunday afternoons with Youth Group. Gone, they are as a muppet would say.

Still, its nice to have facebook, twitter, gmail...etc. If not exactly communication, they remind me that life continues on for everybody else as well as myself.

In any case, know that I'm thinking of you.

Celebrity, as a rule, sounds holy.
The celestial bodies in dazzling lights.
At once, they are in front of us and distant.

On celestial bodies we see ourselves,
Pattern meaning,
Worship.

Like all things,
Our stars rise and fall:
Every one.
We look for meaning.

Celebrity sounds holy.
Celestial bodies,
Celluloid slides,
Off empty canvas
And onto our lives,
While we search for meaning,
Or proof that there's none.