Been in a semi serious sort of funk lately.

Had to make some serious decisions at work, which I hate. Being in a friendly, congenial workplace environment is very pleasant, and it sometimes blurs the concept that it is a WORKPLACE, and the generation of profit is, and can be, the only priority for work. Henry was right-you don't have friends at work, you have coworkers. You socialize with friends, you work with coworkers.

Been listening to Rollins' spoken word stuff, and standup, and music, and reading fiction. Read another book by Paul Auster, which was, of course, awesome. Oracle Night this time, which I think I tried to read once before, and couldn't get into. I remember the very beginning of it, but nothing else.

Now reading: Timbuktu, by Paul Auster. Not as good as the last two I read, but not bad.

Now listening: Jesus Christ Superstar, London cast recording. I also own the movie soundtrack, the 20th anniversary revival soundtrack, and the indie rock version with the Indigo Girls in the lead roles. Needless to say, I'm a fan.

Feel fragile, sensitive. Like my carapace has worn down.

Had an epiphany-every where you go, that is someone's workplace. Try to treat them as you would like to be treated at work. I have taken far too much abuse at my work to feel otherwise.

JCS, even though it is literally as old as I am, exposes the central question for Modern Christians-the word is to drive the moneychangers from the temple, to put the welfare of others above one's own. To do to the least of God's creatures what you would do to God. So, therefore, logically, we all (we Christians) consume the bare minimum, and give the rest to charity. Right?

Please note I'm typing this on an ancient laptop, albeit one that would probably fetch 100-200 bucks at a minimum. There are $40 of CDS to my left, and a $12 paperback to my right. So I'm not saying I'm any better.

But still...we don't do it, do we?

"Take this cup away from me, for I don't want to taste its poison..."