freckles make me strong.

I just learned that this was not written by George Carlin but instead by a former Seattle pastor, Bob Moorehead.  When searching for the original text, I was horrified to learn that Moorehead stepped down after being accused of sexual assault by some 17 members of his congregation.  Whether or not the allegations are true it sure puts a damper on the wisdom.  A large part of me wishes I could go back in time when it was “written” by George Carlin, however unlikely and uncharacteristic its tone may be.  

You can read Carlin’s response here.

“The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

 

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

 

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

 

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

 

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

 

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. ..”

High Fives:

1. The batman marathon is rolling right along just in time for The Dark Knight (RIP HL)
2. I moved my bed and dresser to my new room by MYSELF (yes, I do feel like She Woman)
3. The weather was beautiful! Sun, I almost forgot about you.

Head-Shaking Lows:

1. I FEEL like I moved my bed a dresser by myself (Alieve, I should have brought you along, little buddy)
2. I completely missed the Pride Parade. 
3. Moving is sort of sticky when it’s actually summer in the Northwest.  

In recent years, that I have contemplated becoming a completely different person more often than I care to disclose.  I don’t mean that I would change everything about myself, but that I would change something that is so much a part of me that it would be a dissimilar person all together.  

Moments in my life that provide the opportunity to start entirely over abound.  New job, New Year, new haircut, etc. all equal new opportunities for self invention or intervention as the case may be.  Repeating themes in my quest for resolution include big changes like becoming more of a reader, a morning person and more organized as well as smaller tasks like reading the paper everyday, wearing fancy shoes more frequently and going to art museums monthly.  

The thing is when it comes time I never stick to them for longer than a week and a half and I let these opportunities race past me.  

The question is this: Do I have a depressingly weak resolve or a striking sense of self-authenticity?