I've been looking around,
and I've found myself in a rut.

Ever find a new restaurant, and it becomes your favorite place to eat? It's a regular cycle of mine. From way back. I'll attach myself to a restaurant, or fast food place, and go there two or three times a week. Till I get tired of it. Then I move on, and find another eatery for my obsession.

This kind of cycle can be expanded, covering months and years, affecting all aspects of life. You meet something, you like something, you really enjoy something. Then you want something else. Anything else. You switch to another new interest. Maybe even recycle an old interest. And when I say "you," I mean anyone but you. Certainly you're not like that! :)

My current rut is about blogging. There's no wind in my sails. I've wondered if it was a long passing infatuation. I hope not! :)

Burn, Baby Burn
Tonight I had a treat, Burn Notice. This is a USA Today series, about a covert spy operative. Michael Westen. He got a Burn Notice, which means he was cut off from his handlers, had his money frozen, and left on his own in Miami. If you like action/intrigue, you'll like this show. It's not heavy, it's light hearted, and pretty much family friendly. I got to see the pilot again tonight, and it sparked me up! Look for it! Or download it, or whatever you folks do. :)

The experience got me to thinking about the impact the screens have on our lives. Used to be the television, now it's whatever moving pictures and words are dancing on a flat space. The act of consuming a message, and the opportunity to discuss it, as quick as you can type it. Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease!

A Genetic Disposition
My grandfather on my Mother's side was a Baptist preacher. He literally preached in a log cabin church. I never met him. But I was told some stories about his life. He was a popular preacher, but he dismissed having his sermons broadcast on radio. Why? He believed the word of God was to be shared door to door, one on one, like a communal experience. That was the only way to spread his ministry. I can respect that.

Eventually, grandpa grew too old to keep up his ministry. He aged, and settled into a life at his House. Somehow, a television set made its way into the living room. He didn't think much of it. These were rabbit ear years! And he was older. But on Saturday Nights, they were able to get Pro Wrestling LIVE! And he would jump up off the couch, transfixed on some kind of nonsense, like Mr. Colossaus vs. Mojo Komiemoto, or whatever. Didn't matter. He watched the drama, and those dancing bodies running into each other. He was happy.

I have an appreciation for how he tried to keep radio and television in context, while later in life embracing its magical and persuasive elements.

Was there a point here? Nope, I don't think so! Just that I'm working out of my rut. If you've read this far, you are due for a couple of treats! :)

Here's a Calvin and Hobbs knockoff. I thought it was cute. :)

This is something I have to take care of. I was sent an email with an image. It's supposedly "God's Eye," or something like that. I was supposed to email it to seven or 20 friends within 20 or seven minutes, or something like that. So I figured posting it here would suffice! But it is a cool pic:

Reminds me of a song. "God's Golden Eyes," by John Hiatt. It's on a fantastic CD, called Crossing Muddy Waters. It's an old CD now, but still resonates with me. I couldn't find a link to the song. I don't usually do lyrics, but here's God's Golden Eyes:

We came through the forrest
Of jealousy and greed
All our loved ones before us
Gave us everything we need

To cross that great river
Of every tear was ever cried
'till we find ourselves staring in God's golden eyes

In the desert love waited
Licking salt water from her skin
We could have been sedated
For all that we put in

We thought it was some devil
Who put the crying in goodbye
Till we found ourselves staring in
God's golden eyes
We found ourselves staring in God's golden eyes

And we did all we could do
We couldn't run from me and you
We did the best we could
No matter how hard we tried

Like babes we come whining
For some forgotten sin
Surprised to be shining
Just like diamonds in the wind

Every facet so perfect
And every cut the proper size
When we find ourselves staring in God's golden eyes
We find ourselves staring in God's golden eyes

You gotta hear the tune!

:)
TG