Finally, a second to sit down and READ! :)

If there's ever a time to fall asleep, it's when you start seeing things that shouldn't be there. Unless you're with Sam and Dean Winchester that is, then I suggest you stock up on Starbucks.

I'm re-reading So You Want To Be A Wizard, first book of my favorite series. It has been running since 1983, and there are 9 books out, with more on the way. The last book came out last year, and I really really REALLY want the next book to come out soon!

I guess you could say the series is about Wizardry, but it's not like Harry Potter. Wizards in the world of Diane Duane work to slow entropy (the universe running out). Two kids, Kit Rodriguez and Nita Callahan, become wizards, and then partners in wizardry after they face their Ordeal together. It's a really, really great series, I highly suggest it. Now because of the different time periods Duane wrote these in, each book is a tiny bit different, although she tries to keep them consistent. I love all of the books, but the newer ones I will admit, I liked them more. I started reading at the 4th or 5th book and went back to the others, but I guess you should probably start from the beginning...

-iNTune

Intuition>Logic

Headache. No medicine, tried to fight it. Felt in the mood for Skillet, turned up the music. Headache? Gone! Loud music should not help, let alone cure, a headache. Then again, I tend to skip around the rules of logic.

-iNTune

"My heart is filled with songs of forever. A city that endures, where all is made new.."

(^Thrice, "In Exile")

I have to wonder, when I reflect on my musical taste:

Am I who I am because of the music I've listened to, or do I listen to the music because of who I am? Maybe a little of both?
Chicken or the egg conundrum ._. .

-iNTune

"so it is sure", a poem written in the style of e.e. cummings

[so it is sure]

so it is sure.

an eerie glow

beset the moon    tonight.

i can hear the trumpetcall-

a smug              becoming cry

the minute properpast

relief seethes  into

tired smiles.

more more more in the

seams between the lines.

shadows wellset by time show face

creep out, waking limbs jolted on

as if rushing to greet longawaited

celebrant.

it is normal it is human

feel the energy it is normal

to grieve. to raise curled fist

high. to cry for        blood?

so war is sure as love.

stalking beast, hungry aching

for satisfaction to shake the rattling

from my bones.  it is i and i

cannot fall in step.

what i know-

what is death?

it holds no bias, no passion

no victory.

sacredandsure-

bad men        die.

i make no celebration of it.

so as hate is spread when hate is challenged

i and nervousfaces passing by keep peace

in-

My hate was undone, I drew first blood..

(^title= "Revenge" by Switchfoot)
NEWSFLASH
There's a rumor going around that Osama Bin Ladin is dead... at first I was intreged, but had to back out because I realize there's no proof of it yet. I want to see news articles, official declarations. Don't wanna jump the gun. My news feed just blew up the second someone "Tweeted" about it.

EDIT: Apparently confirmed by Obama. Head of a major terrorist organization, it's a big thing. Means we know where he is, that he is gone. But how, why? And what exactly does this mean for us, for them? Most people seem happy more for the revenge part of it, but what comes next- what now?

By the way, all of the "God Bless America" comments after some people just killed a guy? It's majorly disturbing, the idea of it. "God bless America, we shot him, dead." Yeah, that makes God proud... I don't care what he did, if he deserves it- I will not rejoice at death, at revenge, be happy about such things. Instead I am sad about what happened because of him and his group, mournful, of course angry for all that has gone on, and will continue to go on (in our society, war is as certain to be as love).

Everyone feels like this is recompense for what happened, for all of the lives lost, families destroyed. And that's why they're all so happy. But nothing can bring any of that back. We can't get it back no matter who we kill, no matter what we do, and to me it doesn't do good to the memory of those lost to think otherwise. But people feel like if they get their man, everything is fine. It's a twisted sort of satisfaction that I just can't buy into.

This doesn't mean the end of all of our problems. We're too quick to pat ourselves on the back, too full of American pride. I saw a post somewhere that said something along the lines of "Now gas prices will go down!". A misguided assumption, to say the least.

It's NOT over.

-iNTune