What you are is God’s gift to you. What you become is your gift to God.
Hans Urs von Balthasar
Swiss theologian and Catholic priest Hans Urs von Balthasar.
Through super-secret Hollywood contacts, Sunday’s season finale of Walking Dead can now be revealed! In this episode, they stick zombies in the head with various objects, then they break into an abandoned store! Never seen that one before, huh? How do those writers do it? Hope I didn’t ruin it for you. Yep, yessiree, sticking those ‘ol zombies right in the head! Squish! That never gets old, nosiree. Course, it helps to be 10-years-old. Squish! They could really save on production costs, now that they have killed several thousand zombies, just substitute footage of previous kills and no one would know the difference! Voila! One squished zombie looks just like another! Think of the savings! (“No zombies were harmed in the filming of this episode”.) This show may have run its course. Okay, it did years ago.
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Emily Dickinson
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The Year’s At The Spring
by Robert Browning
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven-
All’s right with the world!
Zanzibar’s, they don’t have free Wi-Fi. What you do is, after they’ve been there a half hour, you let a big ol’ Rottweiler out of the back and he chases them out ! Cord, battery, laptop and all ! It got so bad at the Ames Starbucks a homeless man was sleeping on the couch. Eau de dumpster

You need to draw a line of demarcation with a ruler to ensure an equal splitting of the pumpkin bar. These things are best not left to chance.

“If Linda Ronstadt’s a torch singer, Henske’s a flame thrower.”
Judy! Judy! Judy! Where have you been all my life??? So I’m watching TCM and a bizarre 60’s movie with Peter Breck comes on called “Hootenanny Hoot” (1963). It’s about a local TV producer searching the backwoods of Missouri for folk and bluegrass music talent. And low and behold there appears this interesting young woman belting out this amazing song, ‘Wade In the Water’. Talent on loan from God. No other way to explain it.
A quick trip to the Amazon Music store nets me two MP3 album downloads. ‘Judy Henske’ and ‘High Flying Bird’. She is part Janis Joplin and Mama Cass, without the suicidal tendencies. Part Cher, part Pink, part Grace Slick. She strikes me as the bad girl of folk, if there is such a thing. A total delight. No auto-tune, no triple track overdubbing of her own harmony and backups, she just gets out on a stage and belts it out. Raw and naked.
What is rather amazing is that she never hit the big-time. It’s right in that period of the early sixties where folk music was going bonkers. America was told Bob Dylan was a singer? What was that all about? There is no comparison. How the hell are we sold the bill of goods that a clown like Bob Dylan is a singer, and Judy Henske languishes in obscurity? What the hell is that about?
On the local oldies station every other song is either Billy Joel or Elton John. Radio stations can only play the same 83 songs? And a phenomenal talent like Judy lives in relative obscurity? Glad I found her now. Thank you Chippewa Falls, WI.