August 7th, 2005

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Thank you for the blessings bestowed upon me and may I always strive to walk the path that best honors them.

I have no idea who the you is in that prayer. I basically think all forms of spirituality are attempts to find succor and comfort, to rationalize an unpredictable, casual, and capricious life. This is, really, an argument for their necessity. All forms of religion are about cementing the temporal authority of the religious body, as an arbiter of self worth. (In this case, religion is to spirituality as advertising jingle is to symphony.)

The two prayers I learned in Catholic grade school -- the Our Father and the Hail Mary -- are about powerlessness and idolatry. There is no obligation to act in them (other than the nudge about "as we forgive those who trespass against us" in the Our Father). Certainly no obligation as strong as that in the prayer that begins "Lord, make us intruments of your peace."
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Yesterday I finally finished the great disc reorganization and sorting and categorizing and whatnot. Yay! I felt all excited about it, and was making notes about new directory structures and workflow and reorganizing the scrapbook and all of that.

We went off to the 25th anniversary vanguard, which was pretty nice. Some people who haven't been in a while were there, and some people who'd never been were there also. Jane brought three albums of old photos, which everyone went through repeatedly. Pups! Everyone looked like little pups way back then! And cute as buttons, too. Except the women who struck me as surprisingly hot in their youth. Hah! I feel shallow for admitting that.

We left a little early, and I came upstairs to work on the Frye photos, and to use the new tools and techniques I'd been looking forward to.

Well, that ground it all to a halt and was pretty frustrating. I think the basic ideas I had are good, but I don't think I'll be able to use them with Photoshop Elements, it takes way too long and is pretty frustrating. Hah!

Oh well. Back to it, I guess.