Father Luke's Bahlawg

Bon Scott sometime before he chocked to death on his own vomit

Congrats to Amy Winehouse on 24 hours of sobriety – Charlie Moreno …24 hours after her death

Rough humor you say? Okay. But you say that like it’s a bad thing. I want to be able to feel now, while I’m still alive. So here’s for a laugh. At the expense of the living.

Haw, fucking haw.

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And thanks.
Father Luke
Still alive in Portland, Oregon.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Amy Winehouse…

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Father Luke
Still alive in Portland, Oregon

I will be -1 on G+ thanks.

Following up on the previous poast:

Google changed their mind, and I’m now allowed a profile.

You can go see what you think. This is all I have, and all I will ever have, to offer at Google Plus:

https://plus.google.com/103143240472674412179/about

And okay to all that.

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Thanks again,
Father Luke
Still alive in Portland, Oregon

Google plus. You may have heard of it. It’s a social website, like MySpace, where the elite meet and greet.

In the world of Apples and Oranges, Google+ is Microsoft, and facebook is Apple.

I was invited to try Google plus. I signed up with my real name, using my full first and last name. I was on for a day, and then my account was suspended. Eventually I fear my entire account will be deleted. You know, my gmail account, where I connect with the world.

Which really won’t matter to me. I have three domains, and I can always route my mail to my computer. But it will be a nuisance, changing my email account information to all the people I do business with.

Google is really alienating people. Look at this link where people who have had google accounts, some of them for years, are being denied access to their accounts, and having their accounts suspended, in some cases simply because they don’t have american sounding names. Really. If you’re from Viet Nam you’re fucked.

Here’s the link, for what it’s worth:
http://www.google.com/search?sclient=psy&hl=en&safe=off&complete=0&biw=1150&bih=854&source=hp&q=your+profile+has+been+suspended+google+plus&btnG=Search 

If your Google Profile was suspended go here: http://www.google.com/support/profiles/bin/request.py?hl=en&contact_type=name_appeal&rd=1

…something Google will never tell you.

Fuck Google. They border on racism, and Nationalism with these kinds of stunts. Tell me I’m wrong. Go ahead. I’ll listen.

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And thanks.
Father Luke
Still alive in Portland, Oregon

Peace and Plenty

I used to have a placard that said Peace and Plenty, which hung in my living room. I liked it because it reflected who I am to myself in the world. Peaceful, and with plenty. Anything extra would be clutter.

Most days I don’t want for anything. Oh, I suppose I long for things, or pine for them, and then I have a short and wistful daydream about what it would be like to have a thousand a week coming in, or wutever …then I set the timer for 25 minutes and get back to my next task.

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And thanks,
Father Luke
Still alive, in Portland, Oregon

I don’t know that I’ve ever written for anyone other than myself, which is something most people would say about their writing. I think.

Once you get past the: …well, I write because it 

…pays the bills
is required of me for school/the boss/etc.

…once you get past all that everyone writes only for themselves. I think. I qualify that because this is a blog, and not a poetry or writing site, and comments are welcome.

As I investigate my own process, I find that thinking about who might read my things has never detracted me. I’ve always been pretty forthright in my intentions, and haven’t really wavered. Opinions are opinions, and fiction is fiction. Facts are facts, imagination is imagination.

I had something I wanted to explore. Something running around the periphery of my consciousness and I don’t have it yet.

That’s something else. Unless I’m writing a report, or a news article, or a police report — something factual — I usually never know where I will go with my writing. Let me give you an example. Grocery lists. Well, lets see …I need milk, bananas, and so forth. I don’t know  where the writing will lead, but I know when it’s finished because I stop writing.

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And thanks,
Father Luke
Still alive, in Portland, Oregon

Don’t ever put me in an old folk’s home and leave me there…

Home Sweet Home

I transport people to and from Doctor’s appointments all day long. A lot of people I give rides to cannot do things for themselves. Some of them won’t do anything for themselves. But by and large most of the people I transport cannot make their way alone in this world.

And some of them are left on their own. I watch them and I know that they are trying to figure out how to really die of loneliness. Because they are lonely, and alone. But they cannot die.

Old people
Mentally incapacitated people
People in pain
People suffering

… left all alone. It’s sad.

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And thanks.

Okay,
Father Luke
Still alive, in Portland Oregon

So, I’m watching a speech Michael Moore is making in Madison, Wisconsin. And I glance over at my desk:

Paper-Work

I see the results of a failed experiment. Computers were meant to make for a paperless society.

Look at the picture again.

I’ll write again when the spirit moves me. Or when I have time. Or both.

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And thanks.

Okay,
Father Luke
Still alive, in Portland, Oregon