Spring In My Heart

It's spring in my heart.
Time to begin again.

Delusional

Fortunately, this is one delusion I don't have.

Happiness

Happiness is much more exhausting than unhappiness.

I do hope this is some sort of phase I'm going through.
I won't like it if it lasts forever.

Update: I should point out that this post is not connected
to the one immediately preceding it.

I'm A Crazy Deranged Fool

This is a plug for Hugh McLeod, who blogs at Gaping Void. Hugh has decided that what the world needs now is crazy, deranged fools.

Most people work for the money. Most people hate their jobs. But some people aspire to work in a way that produces both joy, meaning and contribution for both them and others, while also paying the bills.

I am one of those people.

For Mel

Okay.

No messy emotions mixed up with the thoughts now.

Better?

My Travelling Companion

"My travelling companion
is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage"
(PAUL SIMON)

A Gift from God

So...

I woke up this morning with so much interest and enthusiasm for what I had to do, that I found myself saying

"Don't waste this! It's a gift from God..."

Our regular expert was not available.
Then I thought: "I wonder how I could say what I'm feeling right now without invoking some kind of monotheistic deity that I don't believe in?" So I figured I'd blog about it.

Unfortunately, Hot Vimto's regular theology and religious affairs expert was not available to offer her advice, so I had to make do with Scarlett Johansson instead.

An inadequate substitute

I know, Dear Reader, there's simply no comparison. But this picture of Ms. Johansson, believe it or not, is the number one match on Google Images when you search for "there is no God".

So, in the absence of a proper theologian, she'll have to do. Credit to Fox News for the picture, and another crazy blogger for the interesting choice of caption.

Now, maybe a higher power is at work here? (See, I never said I didn't believe... I just said I didn't believe in... what I don't believe in, okay?) Because Scarlett, apart from making 'Lost In Translation' and being strip-searched at Heathrow with my best friend (he looks like Bill Murray, allegedly) has also recorded an album of Tom Waits songs.

And Tom Waits has received the thumbs up from the Pope. It makes no sense to me at all, but here's the news.

The Civilta Cattolica, a Jesuit journal, the contents of which are subject to Vatican approval, says that Waits represents “the marginalised and misunderstood”.

Father Antonio Spadaro, 40, who normally writes about literature but is emerging as a Roman Catholic authority on pop music, said that Waits, whose songs include Dragging a Dead Priest, had lived a youthful life of “drugs, alcohol and sex” as an outcast on the streets of California.

He therefore understood “the lower depths” of society, and was able to convey the desperation of those on the margins. His past also enabled him to express their “capacity for hope and instinct for happiness” in “authentic songs devoid of vanity and false illusions”, Father Spadaro said. "

So, maybe that'll be alright then?

"Devoid of vanity and false illusions"

I'm not even going to mention what you get when you Google
"a gift from God"...