"You know what 'fine' stands for, right?" - Italian Job

I like to use fine to describe how I feel when:

1) I don't want to talk about how I feel
2) I don't want to talk about how I feel with the person who asked me how I feel
3) I don't want to talk to the person who asked me how I feel at all
4) I don't...well, you get the idea. It's a standard answer.


This idea about feeling fine is pretty cool. Made me happy on a Friday morning at my desk. I wonder if the creators would join my 08 campaign....that would make me feel more than fine...

"like when you leave your husband, you should be happy with him, so you can be happy with the guy you're cheating on him with." BeC

"....well, some analogies only hold up so far." BeC

"I don't have a husband." Gretzky

"All this beauty / you might have to close your eyes / and slowly open wide.." - the weepies

please, please, please, if you haven't listened to the new weepies cd, would you go get it now? I think my favorites are lighting candles and all good things, but also...it's just all good.

"And the man became a pillar of salt." - A.J. Packman

Wouldn't it be awesome to be able to turn some people into pillars of salt?

Sometimes I like to imagine what Jesus might say to people if he were here today. I'm not too good at this though, because I tend to think he might go around asking WTF a lot. Seriously.

That said, Packman's First Drafts are hilarious. Kind of in the line of Jacobs' Year of Living Biblically, also hilarious.

"Come, all you who are not satisfied/" - Aaron Kramer, Prothalamium

Every time I re-read a Barbara Kingsolver book, it becomes my favorite. I read Prodigal Summer on the plane to Dallas and exited the airport telling K8: "I just read Prodigal Summer. I really could use a man right about now, and also, I'd like to raise a goat on a patch of green somewhere."

The story spins out a web of folks, pairs of lovers in a southern Appalachian town and mountain, of loss, death, nature's intricate balancing acts, and how what we hold to be deeply true often is merely a perspective that would shift if we were looking at it from another's point of view.

One of my favorite passages:

...She could never explain to Eddie how it was, the undercurrent of tragedy that went with farming. And the hallelujahs of it, too: The straight, abundant rows, the corn tassels raised up like children who all knew the answer. The calves born slick and clean into their leggy black-and-white perfection. Life and death always right there in your line of sight. Most people lived so far from it, they thought you could just choose, carnivore or vegetarian, without knowing that the chemicals on grain and cotton killed far more butterflies and bees and bluebirds and whippoorwills than the mortal cost of a steak or a leather jacket. Just clearing the land to grow soybeans and corn had killed about everything on half the world. Every cup of coffee equaled one dead songbird in the jungle somewhere, she'd read.
He was watching her, waiting for whatever was inside to come out, and she did the best she could. "Even if you never touch meat, you're costing something its blood," she said. "Don't patronize me. I know that. Living takes life.
A fierce hiss came from inside the pot, inspiring her to listen for a minute to this turkey's last lament (322-323).