… can make a hard situation easy, or make an easy situation hard.
To enter the shelter, you walk across this parking lot to an iron gate, and then down these steps to the “smoke pit,” an 8 x 20′ area with benches where we sit until they call us in, in groups of six, to register for this night. One does this every day.
(Originally posted 2012-07-26 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 2014-04-09.)
[See also the William Tell Show page, “Word of the Day.”]
I have been wary of telling this, because the thing hinges on an abstraction that not everyone may be in a position to grasp. But in recent weeks, it’s been really prominent to me. And one can tell from recent posts that I don’t much care for abstractions.
(Originally posted 06/02/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 04/02/14.)
Friday 06/01/12 we were working on the assembly line, and the music they had on the PA was WQSR 102.7 “Jack.” I didn’t mind; it was an interesting change of pace.
At mid-afternoon this one song came on that made me feel tense. What song, I don’t recall and it doesn’t matter. The music made me feel tense. That’s what this post is all about.
The earlier post entitled “Change your diet” was all about words. One needs also to be aware of the feelings and attitudes music itself brings out in you, and choose accordingly.
Continue reading Change your diet, chapter 2
I may no longer believe a word they say, but I can take great comfort in the hymns I learned in childhood.
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
No merit of my own I claim,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On what is my hope built?
(Originally posted 05/28/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 03/26/14.)
Garbage in, garbage out.
(Originally posted 05/27/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 03/19/14.)
Sunday, May 27, 2012
I wasn’t going to mention this, but then this happened at the shelter.
This might not have happened at a different shelter.
For about a week, this young boy’s been coming here who keeps one hand on his pants at all times. If he didn’t, they’d fall down completely. Normally his drawers are all showing.
I don’t know how many times they asked him to fix his pants, but tonight they finally told him if he doesn’t fix his pants he can’t come in.
If you wear your pants hanging off your butt to put yourself outside the mainstream, congratulations.
It works.
You’re not welcome in the mainstream.
You may not be welcome at the homeless shelter, either.
(Originally posted 05/23/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 03/12/14.)
Some years ago, I was home on vacation (that is, visiting my mother out-of-state) and saw this item in the newspaper. In Detroit, this fellow was resisting arrest and the struggle got really mean, and he wound up sustaining injuries from which he died.
On the one hand, OK, too bad, it happens.
On the other hand, I had to wonder what other end this gentleman could have met; his mother having named him “Malice Green.”
Did either of his parents ever bother to consider what that name means?
Give your child a sensible name!
If your parents failed to do so, you may want to give yourself a sensible name.
We have a page devoted to this issue (here).
Here’s a name you’ve never heard of. Continue reading Jackson Beck: Hero and role model
Update 02/28/14 here.
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Tuesday 2014-02-11. My prospect for the City job fell through this morning.
Some may find this story TMI, but I will get it out more quickly if I don’t try to trim it. To cut to the chase, click here.
The listing came up in my search engine results, probably in August, that the City was accepting applications for the title of Secretary II. Interested people could first apply, then take the appropriate exams, and if they passed they would be put on an eligibility list for positions with this title throughout City government. The work site for any position could be anywhere.
In September I took and passed those exams.
Continue reading Job search update, 03/03/14
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