a random caller

On the 14th I did a short post on a relative and a few minutes ago I did the random blog thing and came across a post wherein the blog was written they had heard the naked cowboy’s mom talking on the phone about hummels. I thought it was a little weird until I heard the voice. Yep, that’s funny, it was his mom. Small world, a random call and a random blog.

some tag

Earlier this morning, at 11:11 AM as a matter of fact, I wanted to look at tags, and I just couldn’t seem to look at the tags, refreshing the page a couple of times. So I decided to just copy what I saw on the screen at the time. It didn’t matter where I placed the cursor on the page, I still saw the same screen.

Not a problem really. After I took the picture I did a tag surf on Serbia (since the letters were soooo big) and then refreshed again and it went back to normal. If I knew another language maybe I could read more blogs, but Serbian is not my second language. I did find though that there is a story of independence for Kosovo, that is important. I haven’t paid much attention to the news lately. That certainly is more important than Hillary eating at a chili parlor in Cincinnati, but maybe there is peace finally in the area.

is it relevant

I read in spurts because my attention span is not what it was when I had my photographic mind intact. I don’t know where it is nowadays, A.D.D. takes over now. I took out a book prior to the beau’s surgery, and read it in spurts at the hospital and shortly thereafter. Since the books are due I decided to pull out the quote that struck me as one to think about later. One of the books I read had an interesting perspective on God. The book The God Part of the Brain, A Scientific Interpretation of Human Spirituality and God. I had one page marked with a napkin, you know how ideas go. Bottom of page 58 and page 59 excerpted:

“How was it that people from every walk of life, every culture, race, age, sex and class, shared a belief in some form of a spiritual reality? …Unless this was the result of some vast and incredible coincidence, some internal force or instinct must have been responsible for this most peculiar human phenomenon.”

“And so I stepped back and typed out the question on my computer screen: ‘What if anything , can I say that I know with near certainty about God?’ As I pondered my own questions, shaking my head in the usual frustration, suddenly, in one radiant and Archimedic moment, it dawned on me. As plain as the nose on my face lay the one small but certain fact for which I had been searching. There it was, spelled out on the computer screen before me; simply, God was a word!”

“No doubt about it: God, I could say with empirical certainty, was a word.”

I would say most of us think of Word as more than letters on a page.  And insofar as perspective was mentioned, on page 226, the author quoted Kant, saying:

“As Kant expressed it, we can never possess absolute knowledge of “things in themselves”, but only relative knowledge of  “things as we perceive them.” Just as flies possess fly knowledge, humans possess human knowledge. And just as flies possess fly “truths”, humans possess human “truth”, neither being any more genuine or “real”,  just different…”

Well, we each are privvy to an opinion. Each person that comes to this blog is entitled to an opinion too. Some may think my anagrams a bit strange or controversial, but they are an observation more than anything. I am not trying to exploit or sensationalize or devalue or blaspheme and I cannot prove God is something that is inside or outside the human body or mind or brain.  I can only give my opinion, or my observation, or tell of my feelings. Sometimes that which I find in the anagrams surprises me…but how could it, if it comes from inside my mind, brought on only by an external observation of something else? I am certainly not intelligent enough to read comics at breakneck speed like a computer, or anagram in my head as I glance over an entire page of comics. I just know somehow, to pick one and anagram it. Sometimes I get a dozen anagrams, sometimes just one.

I often use a comic strip that I have used in a collage, but sometimes not. I go through phases, cycles, it all depends on whatever it is it depends on. A whim, a moment, a feeling, something beyond description. Is it religious? Spiritual? A coincidence? Hard to say. I am not going to spout statistics.

Today’s anagram may look suspect, especially the bath part, until you are told that my friend, Darlene came by about 2 PM, and she and her husband, and her sister and her husband all took my big dog for a walk, promising to give him a bath, if that was ok. Of course, I appreciated that offer, he was a bit rank. He was just brought back about 15 minutes ago, a little damp still, but smelling of Aussie creme rinse. A much nicer-smelling dog! So, it is no coincidence I had chosen a dog strip to anagram, is it?

Thus, the text from today’s Citizen Dog comic strip gave me this  sychronistic anagram (which is what it’s all about):

“Your question really isn’t coincidence, understanding Word’s simple whether in a theory of time concentration, allegorical Bible story, Ghost saves a set proof…I appreciate bath offer.”

redundancy

Redundancy>>>b.

the additional, predictable information so included.

I am not explaining today’s collage. But I will explain that the photo is a photo taken a couple of years ago of the page in the bible where it says Let God be Magnified, Psalm 70:4: “Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified.” I do what I can. There was a reason I was led to that page one day, some will be able to figure it out, it is a NKJ version of the bible and if you look at the photo you will see a puzzle (”…like a puzzle!” I hear on HGTV show now on @10:43 am as I type) in the background, called Stumpers. Something my Mom had ,puzzles, and quite a gift for putting them together, she also loved Scrabble. I guess wording is something she handed down to me, which works for me I suppose to some extent.

I have not begun to think of any anagrams either, though you know I will. I just wasn’t sure what I should follow yesterday’s anagram with in my mind, so I am waiting a while before I start re-arranging things. After a week of constricted throat with a cough and total head clog, I need a break. I may break down and try some sort of over-the-counter relief. I am allergic to the usual  antihistamines, but at this point, I can barely keep my eyes open.

It is Saturday, my morning to watch HGTV’s house and gardening shows. I am behind in dishwashing and laundry, too and need to attack those at some point. How much laundry I want to try to lug around the muddy yard is questionable, considering whatever I wash has to go on the clothesline. How I long for the old days of apartment life with the laundry right off the kitchen. Forget the house life, there were always steps to the kids’ rooms. In the townhouse I moved to after being in houses for 30 some years, the laundry was in the basement, which was fine, considering there was no room elsewhere. In the apartment I lived in prior to moving south, it was perfect for me. Now I have to go outside to the basement to wash, then put things on a line. So maybe I will, maybe I won’t get much done, but it is time to go do something!