Life in the key of E flat minor

(so slowly...) Just I quick note today for my blog. Last night I used the e-mail to blogger feature to post the draft excerpt from Gospel ... and I could have sworn that I sent it around 11pm last night. However it didn't post until after midnight this morning. So, I'm doing a quick test and e-mailing an update to my blog (which counts as a post, right?!) at 11:22pm tonight and see when it hits my blog. Good night.

This is a draft from the book idea that I want to write and get published. It's written from Lucifer's point of view. I will explain in a different point why his name is Light-of-Mine. Just know that's what God calls him. The word, mal'ak, is Hebrew for angel as attested in the Old Testament. *** He knew that it could happen. He knew that any one of us could have gotten frustrated through not knowing all the details of His plan and any of us could have slipped. However, it was me. "Light-of-Mine, I don't want you to think that I am disappointed, that I am angry with you." "I know that You aren't," I said respectfully "However, you changed My plan." "I didn't know what You wanted to do…" "It is not your place to know," God interrupted, "Yet since you have gotten so involved, I need to give you a new charge." "Yes?" "You may not enter Heaven like you were able to do before. I need you t...

Oh, youtube, I give thanks for your gift of viral marketing. So my dear friend has cooked her first thanksgiving meal, and videotaped it as proof. (You're so smart, Nikki.) Any table that has Yellow Tail and Grey Goose is ok by me. (Though, I would have gotten a Pinot Grigio.) Enjoy my friend's foray into being all adult and shit.

I'm sitting at my computer, again, after a good breakfast of Spiced Wafers, Craisins and black coffee, wondering what to type. This is a tough exercise -- almost as tough as lunges -- which reminds me: my hand is heaps better and I should return to the gym. I have Craisins in my pantry because I needed them for a recipe for Thanksgiving. This recipe has become a holiday tradition in my family, and almost in spite of itself. As one of the culinarily talented members of the family, I was asked to cook a dish for Thanksgiving as soon as I got apologies for still sitting at the kids table. Year after year, I would try some fusion spins on holiday favorites: sweet potato pie, colconnon (Irish mashed potatoes with cabbage or kale) and sweet potato gnocchi. They were never hits with the family, but they were half gone by the end of dinner and I got to take the remainder home as leftovers. About 6 years ago, my aunt Florence was hosting Thanksgiving. She asks those of us who cook to bring ...

I'm feeling the pressure here to write 35... err now 34... more blog entries from now to the end of the year. I've been sitting at my computer, trying to think of something to jot down. Nothing really is coming to me. I was going to go on about how under the weather I feel. I have a headache and stomach pains. It affected my sleep last night. I woke up about five times in the middle of the night, but I stayed in bed until 10! Though, I had some vivid, crazy dreams when I was asleep, but I don't remember them. Now, I still feel like crap. Then I thought that I would put up some brainstorming for my book up -- some notes that I worked on for the angel Gabriel, my favorite of all the angels. How some lore believes that Gabriel is truly a female angel, based on the biblical account of the Announciation. The angel appears in Mary's room -- the angel doesn't walk in or knock, Gabriel appears. In the account, Mary is without fear on seeing Gabriel. Now if I were 14 year ol...

Ok, I’ve started this blog in January 2006 to help we me write. So I’m going to try to end the year with 100 posts. That’s not too bad – it’s about a post every 3-4 days. Well, here’s the rub. I currently have 65 posts. I will need 35 more until the end of the year to get my goal. That means, I have to blog ever day until New Year’s Eve until I reach my goal (and I can only miss two days.) So to remedy that, I’m testing out the Mail-to-Blogger Address feature on my blog. I set up an address by which I should be able to post to your blog via email. This ought to be good! Wish me luck.

(Confessions Tour, part 2) After hanging from the cross, Madonna continued to turn up the political commentary with the Sorry (Remix) interlude. In the video remix of the song, she spliced images of Condi Rice, Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden, Bush, Nixon, Kim Jong-il, war and starving kids in Africa all the while repeating the phrase "don’t say you’re sorry." The montage ended with the phrase "The Audience is Listening.” Needless to say, this was edited out of the NBC airing. The scrim came up and a black and white stylized cityscape was in the background. Madonna, in a tight black, glammed up and feather-collared outfit, donned an electric guitar with a strap saying I heart NY. She rocked out to I Love New York and replaced the line "If you don't like my attitude, then you can f-off// Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?" with "If you don’t like my attitude, then you can fuck off//Just go to Texas and suck George Bush’s cock." N...

It's not original... and I've had a few things stuck in my head: songs... I've had a few dates with this fellow, and he always reminds that I can't have a book to publish if I don't write anything. He speaks from experience -- he's working on a musical and I've heard the demo. It's amazing to see/hear creation in the middle of the creative process. It's refined, but still raw. It will be worked on more, but the crux of its emotion is there. There's one song that's truly amazing. The music is complicated left hand for the piano yet gently moving and the lyrics hit those emotions that we've all felt. When it's big, you'll know it! It's that good. It's been so long that I've tried to write that I haven't had any paper or a notebook with me, like I used to. So under his goading, I have been making more of a point to writing. Usually I jot a few paragraphs when I make the point to do: a hour at the computer when I'm...