The Pillars

It's happened to all of us at one time or another. I woke up seriously late for work.

I say the words "I love you" to a lot of people: family-members, brothers and sisters-in-Christ, even people whom I haven't seen for many years and may not see again before I die. Definitions are important to me. Recently, I started to ask myself, "What do I mean when I say I love you?" Certainly it means different things to different people and in different contexts, but if I use the same words each time, there should be some consistency in the core meaning.

Sometime in late October, a woman received an email inviting her to attend a presentation entitled "Inside Creationism's Trojan Horse." She forwarded the email to several of her colleagues, adding "FYI". One of them took offense, and as a result, this lady is now looking for a job. Her "resignation" was announced on November 29; on November 30 the story hit [The Associated Press]@(http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/30/us/30resign.html?ref=us).

God, I'm so clueless, sometimes.

I didn't enjoy boot camp very much. There was a whole lot of waiting around interspersed with brief periods of wholly unnecessary activity. Eventually I learned how to sneak out to the mini-mart and buy cheap paperback novels to relieve the boredom. Of course the Company Commander would confiscate them because they weren't on the approved reading list.

Dad and I had good times together. We didn't waste the time we spent together. And for that reason, I don't have regrets now that he's gone.