December 2017 notes

Jesus is the hero with no face at all; no biography, and no reason for me to believe that he existed as one man distinct from any other.

"Trigger discipline" always makes it sound like the practice of holding a gun safely is some kind of advanced martial art. I'll grant it's good protocol, and part of the proper way to handle a firearm, but it's not exactly a difficult maneuver.

It's only by tradition that the Bible is even a point of reference. If good sense were the arbiter, the Holy Bible would be no more than a historical document

How do you explain to a senile person that we have to prove he's competent

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Cafe a day
Today it was Green Plow. Yesterday, One Street Down. Friday Crow's Feet.
Wild Roots Coffeeshop. hypo-alergenic acoustics

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I have to tell Dad that I need him to stop touching me.
He's been hovering, lately, since I started going back to see them. He'll circle an object I'm holding between us. He'll use any emotion to move in.
I notice when Dad is on his feet and *not* trying to touch me.

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I avoided Dad touching me today. I had a broom in my hand the first time, as he went past me toward the garage. Down on the slab, I just stayed distant, and was going in the other direction. There, at the garage, he was trying to "help me" because I had talked with Mom and him about some tools that I had left in front of the garage.

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I feel violated.

I drove to a nearby town today with a self-proclaimed Jehovah's Witness, for a day of work. We didn't have to talk while at work, but on the way there and on the way back it became clear that my opinion is negligible to the person who was talking in my ear.

I made clear that I don't believe the Bible, and that I don't consider religion good. Or at least I thought I had made that clear, on the way toward that other town. But on the way back, I got another earful of religios mumbo-jumbo.

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If you want to believe contradictory information, I'd rather talk about something else.

I wouldn't mind the silence. The pressure to talk is my least favorite social reality.

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I saw a texture to the cosmos that I would not have seen if I had not known via telescopic evidence that it was like that.

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The last time I talked Bible was with a Jehovah's Witness, a lovely middle-aged lady who'd come to my door. I told her things that she didn't know. She was very sweet about it. I didn't like it. It makes me cry. I don't want to talk about religion. I'm pretty sure about that now. Not with believers.