Right, so it’s obvious that I just have no time to post right now, so I’m going to call this a hiatus. So let’s say that Voodoo Time Dot Com is on hiatus until November. By then I’ll be moved into my new apartment, and I’ll have time to spend on the site again.
“On hiatus”… who the hell do I think I am, Bill Watterson?
Anyway… hope to see you all again in a couple weeks!
Bye for now.
I recently wrote a piece at Chapel Furnace entitled “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Recall”.
I’m reposting it here for anyone who’s interested. Click the link below to read it. I’m turning off comments for this post, because this site isn’t really about political discussion. But if you’re interested in discussing it (or just in telling me how wrong I am), I encourage you to head over to the Furnace.
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There is an article in the New Yorker about people who choose to end their lives plunging from the Golden Gate bridge. This happens at a rate of about once every two weeks or so, though these events rarely make the news, as law enforcement and the media have mutually agreed to play down the incidents so as not to encourage suicide by glorifying the act.
The article includes a story by a Dr. Jerome Motto, who recounts a particularly sobering bridge suicide occurring sometime in the 1970s.
Dr. Motto:
“I went to this guy’s apartment afterward with the assistant medical examiner… The guy was in his thirties, lived alone, pretty bare apartment. He’d written a note and left it on his bureau. It said, ‘I’m going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.’”
One smile, one “hello”, one door held open might not save someone’s life.
But it might.
Need to get a letter to God? Here’s His address:
God
Jerusalem, Israel
The Israeli postal service’s Dead Letters Department will make sure it gets as close as possible. All of God’s mail is collected in plush bags and hand-delivered to the Western Wall (also known as “the Wailing Wall”) - a 58 meter section of the western retaining wall of the ruined Temple Mount. Several years ago, the God mail was really piling up, so postal service staff decided to start delivering it to God’s mailbox.
Apparently the requests run the gamut from pleas for forgiveness, to requests for money. For me, this raises an important question. How do they know? There is no explanation for this, but to assume that the Israeli post office is opening God’s mail! So if you decide to send a letter to God, it’s probably best to leave out the more embarrassing bits.
So now we know where God’s letters are delivered, but what about all His other mail? I’m not sure where the catalogs and advertisements go, but I think all the bills are sent to the televangelists. That would explain why those guys are always asking for money.