I Must

Some day soon, everything will come out. I'm not sure how it will be received, but that is merely the collateral damage. It's something I have to do for myself...for my life. If I don't, I'll live in wondering what could have been and I can't do that. I know myself too well to say I wouldn't still think about it all the time. I would. And that's why I have to do what I have to do. I'm determined to live a life like Peter -- he didn't always do the right thing, but he was always faithful and always obedient. I must be the same.

Carpe Diem

Leuconoe, don't ask — it's a sin to know — what end the gods will give me or you. Don't play with Babylonian fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be. Whether Jupiter has allotted many more winters to you or this final one which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite — be smart, drink your wine. Scale back your long hopes to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have (already) fled. Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.

- Horace (Tu ne quaesieris)


The first time it was used, 23 B.C. Still rings true two thousand years later.

Foreboding

One day as Jesus was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret, with the people crowding around him and listening to the word of God, he saw at the water's edge two boats, left there by the fishermen, who were washing their nets. He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little from shore. Then he sat down and taught the people from the boat.

When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, "Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch." Simon answered, "Master, we've worked hard all night and haven't caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets."

When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink.

When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus' knees and said, "Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!" For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon's partners.

Then Jesus said to Simon, "Don't be afraid; from now on you will catch men." So they pulled their boats up on shore, left everything and followed him.

Crazy Eyes

Does this look like the vision of a sane individual?

No?

Right, not to me either.

Yes, I'm a Raiders fan...trying to get through every agonzing season week by week.

I mean, I love the Giants. I'm a Bears fan.

But the Raiders are my team. That's why it pains me to see what's going on these days. If they'd just give Lane Kiffin more freedom to do things his way, things would continue to improve. As it is, Al will probably fire him before the season ends and then choose some other coach he thinks he'll be able to walk all over, only to realize after the fact that the guy actually wants some kind of control over the team decisions. That's not something Mr. Davis will allow, so he'll fire him and continue the pattern.

I like Lane. I think what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in smarts and ability to inspire. You need that in a leader/coach. They are undoubtedly more competitive than they were during the Art Shell Debacle: Part Deux and I guarantee they win more than six games this year if he continues to be the coach. (Granted, six isn't alot, but I'm taking my wins where I can get them at this point. Anything around .500 ball would be a great improvement and would make me feel great about where we're headed as a team.)

But that won't happen, thanks to the crazy-eyed old man on the right. Sad to say, but they probably won't be consistenly winning again until he dies. Ask any true Raiders fan and we all know it's true. He's a lunatic...and just like the worst ones, he has absolutely no clue.

Miss Windy

You haunt me like the perfect imperfection of a first kiss, calling my name when I least expect it, reminding me why I want to be around you every time I reminisce. I remember the first time I saw your dreary face. You weren't looking your best, but I still took notice.

I left with not much more than memories, but hindsight is helping me see you clearly. I will return and we'll pick up where we left off, all too abruptly, all to suddenly. Even when I knew it was time to go, it snuck up on me and makes me yearn for the first few days when I was getting to know you better.

My heart skipped beats as I explored you, making sure to take it slow and not go too far, since it was just our first time together. The thought that I only skimmed the surface, merely chipped the iceberg's tip, makes me wonder just how many surprises you have left for me. You left me like only the best comedians know how to do, solely wanting more of you.

Every day I go, someone mentions your name, tantalizing my brain, making me wish I was with you, chilly breath kissing my cheeks, heating me up once again. Your cold touch may scare some off, but to me, it felt like home.