A disciple of life. Sometimes.

Not much today, but a bit of bloggage. I’ve taken to keeping my to-do list on a sticky widget — which is not a sticky wicket, but a computerized sticky note. Tiger has this very cool widget display, which I’ve become rather reliant on. My widgets: Dictionary, traffic, calendar, weather, sticky note and the Daily Tao. (And yes, James, sometimes your haiku, but not always.) I love that one, the Daily Tao, because they use the Stephen Mitchell translation, and what do you know, today is one of my favorites. I used to meditate on it when I was riding horses every day, because it’s pretty much the core of horsemanship:

Men are born soft and supple;
dead, they are stiff and hard.
Plants are born tender and pliant;
dead, they are stiff and dry.

Thus, whoever is stiff and inflexible
is a disciple of death.
Whoever is soft and yielding
is a disciple of life.

The hard and stiff will be broken.
The soft and supple will prevail.

Anyway, my sticky is full-up today, and yesterday was boring, although I read several chapters of “The Darling,” and once again, Russell Banks has run the bases. I love Russell Banks. You just can’t go wrong with that guy.

So, bloggage:

I don’t know how many readers I still have in Fort Wayne, but those who are left might enjoy a new blog there, Fort Wayne Media Notes. I’ve been saying for years that the town needs some competent media criticism, something it’s been lacking under Miss Reynolds’ reign of junior-high-school mean-girl terror. The proprietor seems to be a nice guy with a better-than-average layman’s take on local media, so I’ll wish him well and hope I don’t regret it later. If nothing else, he must be on the right track, because Miss Reynolds immediately went out and snatched up a bunch of nearly identical Blogger domains, I’m sure to capitalize on people who might go looking and not get the address exactly right. So, then, it’s Fort Wayne Media Notes, not notebook, not news, the latter of which are all the new property of the mean girls.

Lance is trying to drag me down Memory Lane again. He has a post about Colm Feore that mentions yours truly, and includes pictures. That was a good trip.

Department of Gee, Thanks, Eric: Zorn has another link to a time-waster, this one at least marginally amusing: What level of Dante’s Inferno are you bound for?

Me? Oh, you knew I was headed there:

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Low
Level 2 (Lustful) Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous) High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Very High
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) High
Level 7 (Violent) Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) High

Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test

Note that I ranked high on gluttony and lust. Sounds like a disciple of life to me.

Posted at 8:00 am in Uncategorized |

15 responses to “A disciple of life. Sometimes.”

  1. 4dbirds said on May 25, 2005 at 8:33 am

    I ended up in the 7th level. Wow, because I think Hitler (and his like) deserved to die?

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  2. James said on May 25, 2005 at 8:51 am

    2nd level.

    I’d probably be in purgatory, if I believed in god.

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  3. Lance Mannion said on May 25, 2005 at 8:54 am

    Level 2 for me, probably because I still regret that more didn’t come of that weekend at Stratford when it was just the three of us. Darn that Colm Feore!

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  4. Bushwick Bill said on May 25, 2005 at 9:22 am

    Speaking of Mr. Reynolds, it’s reported on his website that he recently suffered a stroke. He was treated at Parkview Hospital. Best wishes to him for a speedy & full recovery. I wouldn’t wish a stroke on…well, there’s a few people I might wish a stroke on, but Mr. Reynolds isn’t one of them.

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  5. 4dbirds said on May 25, 2005 at 9:38 am

    Wishing a stroke on someone will earn you the 7th level of hell.

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  6. TSO said on May 25, 2005 at 9:55 am

    No one in blogland seems “soft and supple”. Hardness wins hits.

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  7. Bushwick Bill said on May 25, 2005 at 10:00 am

    “Wishing a stroke on someone will earn you the 7th level of hell.” Generally I’d agree, but wishing a stroke on Osama bin Laden, Zarqawi, or someone of that ilk would earn nothing but praise from the gods, methinks.

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  8. 4dbirs said on May 25, 2005 at 10:10 am

    ‘wishing a stroke on Osama bin Laden, Zarqawi, or someone of that ilk would earn nothing but praise from the gods, methinks’ See my first post. I earned the 7th level for wishing Hitler dead.

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  9. Nick said on May 25, 2005 at 10:15 am

    2nd for me as well. I always knew that I shared views with NN, but I wondered what things we didn’t have in common. Now I know – I’m neither Wrathful nor Gloomy. Then again, I’m also not a writer or journalist.

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  10. Bushwick Bill said on May 25, 2005 at 10:15 am

    Well then, hmm…if that’s the price I have to pay, I’ll takes my licks.

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  11. Mindy said on May 25, 2005 at 11:46 am

    Purgatory for me, violent glutton that I am.

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  12. Dorothy said on May 25, 2005 at 2:24 pm

    I got Purgatory, too. Am I now officially a goody-goody?

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  13. mary said on May 25, 2005 at 4:40 pm

    You guys are a bunch of lightweights. I got the sixth level, reserved for heretics.

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  14. Mike said on May 26, 2005 at 3:19 am

    I’m banished to the Second Level – better tell my mom to keep praying. I see Helen of Troy and Cleopatra are there too – want to join us for lunch?

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  15. Kevin said on May 26, 2005 at 5:18 pm

    Forgive me for being ignorant (I moved back to the Fort Wayne region after being away for 13 years), but who is Miss Reynolds?

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