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Oh God…

…another year. They just keep happening. (The Years)

Probably the most important news…dom…de…dom…dom…Dom! Yep. For real:

Dom Capers is out as Green Bay Packers defensive coordinator. According to Rob Demovsky of ESPN, the Packers have fired Capers after the team’s 35-11 loss to the Detroit Lions at to end the 2017 season. Demovsky also said there will be more changes on the defensive coaching staff. Oh, and the GM will be replaced also.

This is all rather like a Peaky Blinders war with the Italians. And, appearing in the staring role as Tommy: Aaron Rodgers!

And then, from 2017, the total and sum (Yes, I know) was pretty much captured in these cartoons from Philosophy Matters:

 

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Fire

I set myself on fire again. It was quite a surprise…I’ve not done that in some time. The flames surprised me, showing up to the right and the left of the book held firmly in front of me. I thought at first it was a joke, something from the universe in a laughing poke at time held so light and fragile in the candle light. Red cinnamon it is, two wicks. the scent arriving at a time to mock dreams, to cancel the thoughts that should have surrounded it. The flames blazed up, the sky changed by the appearance, the motorcycle handlebars firm somehow within my hands, gripped as if they would open the doors of belief by being there. Quiet. Just before the panic and stamped out flames, the bargain also a surprise in the convergence of all the stories and all the thoughts and all of the encounters of passion. Death. Life, Silently put out, like the past that cannot be reached. I was there. I am there again. And it burns.

 

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Just Because

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Garden of Pensiveness

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Blessings

Blessings on Christmas Day

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Merry Christmas

              …From The Past

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Artistic Nature

Yes. Dropped from the sky, a vision of the past. In my past my grandfather was an engineer on the Great Northern Railroad. I was quite proud of that. At every railroad track where we were required to wait while the train rumbled past, we watched carefully and hollered out, “There’s one!” at every Great Northern car that passed.

In Doctor Zhivago (the movie) a train carrying Trotsky goes rumbling past at great speed while the whistle screamed. It was breathtaking.

Trains were the arteries of the past, pumping magic and mystery along with the great turning wheels and screeching brakes. Every child dreamed of jumping onboard one of the open cars to be carried like a bum onto the next town. In my dreams sometimes I still see a railroad station where I stand, waiting for the next zephyr to come screaming down to take me somewhere, somewhere as yet unseen. And it’s always snowing, sometimes for Christmas.