October 26th, 2005


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I am at work and things are a bit fuzzy in my head but I've just drank a cup of very nice tazo green tea that comes from the land of oregon of which my sister purchased in phoenix and sent to me here in minnesota so that while sitting in my chair and updating my livejournal and i could enjoy a bit of refreshment and hopefully fight the cold that plagues me all the while composing a run-on sentence.

A young girl that I love came over last night. We hadn't seen each other in a week. Great Scott! Heh.

Soldier 2001 passed away today. Yesterday, of course, marked the passing of the 2,000th dead in Iraq. What was interesting and disheartening was the media coverage of this event. The fact that the soldier who died was the 2000th to do so was much more important than the fact that a man had died. Can you imagine this soldier's family? Their father's/husbands/son's/brother's death was broadcast throughout the country (and world) yesterday, not as a man but as a number. People are only important if their death and life have political significance and it is disgusting. The whole war is disgusting.

Christ promised a joy "That no man taketh from you" (John 16:22). A resilient, unexpected joy. A joy that bounds forth in the midst of sorrow. A joy that can never completely disappear.

That being said...