May 4, 2009
Dear God,
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Dear God,
Do you mind if I call you that?
You gotta admit, “God” is bit of a silly name…
I guess it’s better than calling you “Fred”, “George”, “Larry” or whatever…
Just askin’…
Kindest Regards,
Hugh
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I think he’s cool with “Jehovah” — at least that’s what I learned from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. That, and in the Latin alphabet, “Jehovah” starts with an “I”…
According to the last few bits of dialog in Battlestar Galactica, it doesn’t like being called god.
God is the generic name, Super F*cking Amazing almighty, is more like it.
My mentor emailed me this the other day:
“‘HaShem’ — (neither masculine nor feminine and absolutely no plural); the word means, literally, ‘The Name,’ and it is the way that Jews refer to God when not in a Prayer or Torah Reading or Torah citation context.“
So God has a nickname! I think that’s pretty cool.
Skipping the nomenclature topic, on to the “zen” of the “cartoon“
Just back from Nihon (Japan) for cherry blossoms
They “worship” the blossoms for their transient nature, here today, gone tomorrow
As I live in a commercial cherry production area, it’s a much much different experience.
Or is Hugh adressing us?
Hi Hugh,
Thought you’d enjoy this poem. Cheers, Joe
Poem: “Heaven on Earth” by Kristin Berkey-Abbott from, Whistling Past the Graveyard. © Pudding House Publications, 2004.
Heaven on Earth
I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
slinging nothing but gutter balls.
He said, “You’ve gotta love a hobby
that allows ugly shoes.“
He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
So I invited him to dinner.
I knew the Lord couldn’t see my house
in its current condition, so I gave it an out
of season spring cleaning. What to serve
for dinner? Fish — the logical
choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
of everyone’s favorite seafood dishes.
I thought of my Granny’s ham with Coca Cola
glaze, but you can’t serve that to a Jewish
boy. Likewise pizza — all my favorite
toppings involve pork.
In the end, I made us an all-dessert buffet.
We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
and listened to Bill Monroe.
Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
I’m happy to report. He told strange
stories which I’ve puzzled over for days now.
We’ve got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
Ordinarily I don’t play, and certainly not in this humidity.
But the Lord says he knows a grand miniature
golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
Sounds like Heaven to me.
Yeah, it’s no problem if you call me that. I’m going bowling with Superman later on, if you want to come.
Kurt Vonnegut quoted his uncle as saying, “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”
And Hugh Macleod says, ‘and remember, this moment will never happen again.‘
I mean, fuck… If that doesn’t make you think about appreciating every moment I don’t know what would.
My dad liked to say G’od is a contraction for Good:
http://vinylart.blogspot.com/2008/07/human-being-good.html
This cartoon is another brilliant one, Hugh.
Peace.