"I'm thirty years old, but I read at the thirty-four-year-old level." - Dana Carvey

Given Sunday's date we have to sing "A Mighty Fortress," so I went to the iTunes store to find a version suitable for congregational singing.
It should be illegal, if not immoral to perform a weenie arrangement of that song. It's German, for Pete's sake, the country that gave us angry music by Beethoven, Bach and Wagner. The title is Ein Feste Burg, "A Mighty Fortress." Does that sound sweet? If you're going to perform this song you gotta bring the POWER! You can't do some light little arrangement with flutes, breathy tenors and violin interludes.
I finally found one with some forcefulness.

Pam and I agreed last night that the new version of Hawaii Five-0 doesn't come close to the quality of the original. Today Jimmy MacArthur, aka "Danno" died. Apparently he agreed.

Sunday, the second in our series on the seven churches of Revelation, Smyrna. No tricky exegetical issues, no complex theological concepts, just the clear presentation of God's care for his children.

My favorite poem, the Scottish "Cuddle Doon" mentions "cark an' care" - worry and care. The believers at Smyrna certainly had plenty of that.

A young lady (?) in a big black SUV honked just as I rode by in an obvious attempt to startle me. It worked.

A naked and apparently inebriated Charlie Sheen trashed a hotel room while a naked woman hid in the bathroom, calling the cops to come help. It was originally reported that she was a hooker. She's gone public to say she is NOT a prostitute. She is a porn star.
Well, in that case....

In the oddest political story of the day, Pres. Clinton made a trip to Florida to ask the Black Democratic candidate for governor to withdraw from the race.

I'm not even going to comment.
"Doh!"

I threw out books today. Almost two dozen. It feels so wrong to throw out a book. Immoral.