Now December

Almost 11 months ago Jami and I were in London, on our honeymoon, and we had a wonderful time. I can't wait to go back. I can't wait to walk with Jami along the south bank of the Thames again, visiting the Courtauld and National Gallery, exploring more places, venturing further afield. Sure its cold and wet, especially in January. But cold and wet is part of the ambiance in London. Here's a photo of Nelson's pillar: it's admirable. Nelson had it made as a door stop to a country cottage he planned to retire to. The cottage itself was only partially built when Nelson sailed away for the last time. Some say that he never died but is frozen in a block of artic ice, still living, where he guides the course of the British empire through telepathy and has set up a pen pal correspondence with King Arthur and Charlie Chaplin. Legend says that when Nelson is thawed out he'll return to England, and a new age will dawn, where he'll finish building his cottage.
Speaking of returns from "Death's dream kingdom" and "Death's other kingdom", Jami took three hours Saturday to sit in Duke Chapel in order to hear the Messiah and he never showed up. I say "he" never showed up, but of course, Christ could return as a woman. If he returned as the girl in the Golden Compass that would freak everybody out. I'm all for freaking people out when they're so grounded in their expectations that they're writing God's script for Her; what are the Sinister Derriere books but an attempt to write God's script. Traditionally God takes a pranksterish view to these prewritten scripts, and so Christ coming back as a 12 year old girl and sitting on St Peter's throne shouldn't surprise us: people who are accustomed by the media to seeing only people in expensive suits, who travel with large entourages and security details, as emblematic of power, as worthy of making the 'big' decisions - as if only these people are the only ones worth listening to. Yet it's these people, educated in the world's best schools, who've got the world in such a bad place. How far are we from the monkeys banging femurs in front of a black obelisk, despite all our culture and technology, when our propensity to solve problems through violence is near indistinguishable from early primates.?
Nelson, come back and finish your cottage.