I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Life is the dog, and I am the lamp post.

Life is the statue, and I am the pidgeon.

Life is the cat, and I am the bottom of the litterbox.

Cheers, Nancy G.

Well, another fun night at the telemarketing office.
Well, break time. Looks like rain outside, but was very warm today--told it got all the way up to 63 F, in Poultney Vermont, which is less than an hour drive from here.

We've flood watches on for the Hudson, Mettawee and Schroon Rivers and Stony Creek, I hear.

Well, break's just about over. I did little today. My bad foot, the one I basically ripped to shreds, a year ago, was quite sore today, so I kept it up and iced it. Better now, thankfully.

I am doing nothing, at the mo', with my life, 'tis true, but...I'm being nothing with style.

"That's the scariest monster I've ever seen, I'm staying in the Tardis until President Bush goes back to Texas."

I'm sad tonight, and I don't know why. Probably spring fever. I've been virtually trapped indoors all winter, for months and months, with little contact with the outside world, and hardly anything to occupy me.

For someone who very much grew up, preferring to hang out in the woods and fields, rather than in the park or mall like my friends, having to stay indoors, living away from most of nature, is hard.

Doctor Who travels time and space, living the wonders of the universe, through the eyes of his companions.

I used to live the wonders of the Earth, through my own senses--and through my heart and spirit and soul. I lived them through the words of poets and trancendentalists and singers, and, in a way, through the eyes of God.

To me, nature is a microcosm of the universe, ever-changing. No two days were ever the same, when I was outdoors. Every sight, sound, smell, touch...even feelings, changed from, not just day to day, but, from moment to moment. To go into solitude, to give over your soul to the quiet...to sit and open up all your senses--yes, even your heart's feelings, to your surroundings, to find art and poetry in the living things around you. That is the true meaning of serentity.

I was reading how Doc is going to Rome, in the the new Dr Who series.

As an aside, I saw a pic of Catherine Tate, and she's gorgeous (Okay, okay, Tennant looks pretty good, too, I guess, in an average bloke kind of way.)

Anyway, I am a history buff, whether it's local history or ancient history, I love it.

Ancient Rome facinates me. And, you know, Rome's legacy lives on today, in my own nation. Did you know, that my nation's democracy came from ancient Rome? No, really. John Adams and others were big fans of Cicero, the famous politician of the Roman repbulic. By disecting the successes and failures of Cicero's ancient Roman republic, the Untited State's system of three main---and, most importantly--seperate, branches of goverment (Judiciary, Executive and Legislative) came about, because Adams and other "founding fathers" reckognized the importance of keeping the three main branches of goverment seperate entities, in order to procure the checks and balances needed to form a stable government.

Of course, ancient Rome lives on, in a myriad of other ways, such as our calendar and...well, too many things to list here.

Rome wasn't pretty, it wasn't all togas and games and parties, to be certain. But then, it was a different time, a vastly different culture, different beilefs and mind-sets. Rome may have fallen, collapsed in on itself, but, for a long-dead civilazation, it made one hell of an impact on us, didn't it?