They say the pen is mightier than the sword.

Some folks believe that words have the power to change the way that people think and feel. That words express within us what we sometimes fail to utter, see or even consider. Still, some others say that words help to educate us.

In this book store there are thousands of books and millions of words. And the books in here are only a fraction of all the books that exist. After all of the actions of the pen, humans are for the most part the same. So the question becomes is the pen mightier than the sword? Or does the power of the pen depend on who the word touch?

On making piles

I love people who can make lists and organize stuff into neat stacks. This shows power, and a willingness to go against the natural order.

My question. For the day then is - is going against the natural order better?
Lucas Fontenelle

Waiting for the snow

The weather folks say ten inches tonight. Its been rather calm outside, so I believe them. White christmas for us! Hooray.
Lucas Fontenelle

happy holidayz

THESE ARE THE DAYS FOR THE HOLIDAYS MERRY CHRISHANAKWANZA AND SOLSTACE TOO.

Why am I scaring myself part 1.5

This time I wake up for real. It is six o’clock, Monday morning. Work again. “why does the weekend have to be so short?” I ask myself. I get up off the chair, and head to the kitchen to prepare myself a cup of coffee. I open the fridge thinking Colombian, or African beans, it takes me about thirty seconds to decide. Something medium, and pull out the Colombian beans, grind them an poor the grinds into the coffee maker. I am a coffee snob, fresh beans, filtered water, a good cup of coffee. I place two pieces of whole wheat toast into the toaster oven, writing this I beginning to think “food journal….creepy.” but I digress. It’s shower time, and then I off to work.

I left the house a little early today, so that I could get ahead of traffic. There is a fifteen minute gap in every hour when I can get anywhere without slowing down. So I get into my old Pontiac Grand AM, and I’m on my way. Just as I had predicted, I got into the traffic hole, and speeding at seventy down the interstate gets me to work in fifteen minutes. I walk into the building and as normal I say hello the secretary then the packaging lady, then the custodian. It is then I realize that I am writing in the present tense. Well I chose to do so because my life occurs always present. Not too much time right now for the past and not dumb enough to talk about the future. I was whistling like I usually am all day when my boss sees me. “Good morning Brian” he says, with the creepiest smile on his face.

Why am I scaring myself

So there, I was in the middle of a dream, or so I thought. I was running, running away from myself, through a field, a lovely green field with grass that was about six inches tall, and then through some bushes that came towards me as fast as I could run. Then came the trees, first starting small, then bigger and bigger, and still I see myself running after me. I begin to think. What if I stop, myself hurt me? Will I not get tired? I was actually beginning to get tired, for I had already ran about a mile, and myself was running after me. Maybe I was dreaming, after all, I wasn’t in the best of physical shape, and still I ran a mile, but not only that, there are no large forested trees in my neighborhood or any where that I frequent… so where did they come from?

I wake up and it is very cold in my room. I am in bed an I am all alone. Sandy, my Persian cat is not even there, in his favorite spot warming, or being warmed by my toes. Bit then again its cold. I wake up and look out the window. Its snowing, but there was no advisory that it would be snowing tonight. And, besides it is still November. I begin to walk over to the thermostat, in order to turn on the heat. As I get closer to the kitchen, I see Sandy, and he is playing with a toy mouse. Maybe the exercise is keeping him warm, or maybe he is bored. I really thought that cats liked to curl up when it was warm.

It takes about ten minutes for the heater to make my apartment a little comfortable. I sit on my recliner for a while and fall asleep again. I see my cat chasing me. The further away from him I get, the more he gets larger. At first, it is funny to me, imagine a big Persian kitty. But, as he becomes about six feet long I begin to get scared. Again, I come to the woods. Now I know that I am dreaming. I stop for a while and look at Sandy coming towards me, and as he gets closer, he begins to shrink. Maybe I should go and see my shrink, I think to myself, waiting, panting, as the cat comes towards me. Sandy begins to play with me. He’s rolling over and purring, as if he hadn’t seen me in days. I look up and I see myself looking at me and I wake up again.