stuarthill inspires me to postulate

I borrow this from quietfight.blogspot.com, because he's my friend and his writings have inspired me to christen a new blog. Maybe this is the mark of a new beginning in my life. Or maybe I'm just writing on a whim. Anyways, thanks stuart.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; hither by Thine help I'm come,
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wand'ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.

I think those are just about the most beautiful hymn verses I've ever heard, though the tune is ungodly (no pun intended).

I have another journal (not as classy, and spilling all my dirt) on another website. Since its inception, I've loved three people and somehow lost all of them. So here's a healthy white- wine toast to a fresh start.

I was just discussing with the luscious jeffikins two things: (ONE) How the first and only (until today) mix CD/tape I've ever gotten was from the voluptuous zachables over the summer. I popped that into the CD player of my mom's Ford Explorer today and reminisced about the times where our friendship wasn't so complicated. And (TWO) how the middle of the day may not really exist, as AM and PM are both equal twelve- hour periods.

The exact middle of the day would have to be a space in time that is an average of the amount of time between 11am and 1pm, the exact non-time center of 11:59:59 and 12:00:00. Perhaps there is a space of existence where time doesn't exist between the day. Time stands still and genuflects to its creator for a small non- second before continuing its duties of delivering death and taxes to the unwilling.

LOL...Nathan would love that.