Thursday, April 19, 2012

A Change in my Blog Policy

I don’t blog often enough.  Sometimes I’m just not up to it.  I do have a lot of thoughts and ideas I want to share, though.  So here’s my solution: I’m going to write shorter blogs; thoughts just too long for a tweet.  I’m still working on my series on the Psalms too: haven’t  done 69 yet, for instance, but for now, just my mega-tweets.  Right now, I’m having a horrible wake-up this morning; tried to read my devotional, but couldn’t.  Anna said it’s okay, don’t do what you can’t do.  I said I’ve been doing what I can’t do for so long that I’m not sure I can still do what I can do. Anyway . . .
What’s on my mind this morning is my new book, Through Pain to VictoryA Christian Guide Through Chronic Pain.  I’ve been marketing hard, but this morning I woke up with level 9 pain and I said: Oh God, if you deem this book worthy of helping hurting people to see your glory, please take Thou the book and put it in the hands of people who need it.  I don’t need to make money, I just need my daily bread, and somehow You’ve provided that all my life.  I need the wages of an ox on the threshing floor, which, according to Mosaic law, you should not muzzle, but allow to eat from the grain it is threshing.  That is all I ask.  Give Thou my allotment to me, Lord, and I shall be able to continue with the harvest.
Amen

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

My New Book Published on Amazon.com

Through Pain to Victory - 3DMy book on how Christians could deal with chronic pain, titled “Through Pain to Victory – A Christian Guide Through Chronic Pain” was launched today.  The book is a 248 page paperback, but is also available as a Kindle book for $2.99.  This book is for Christian believers who are swaying on their feet after receiving the news: your condition is not going to go away.  Your pain is here to stay.  We can alleviate it with drugs and other therapies, but you’re going to have to live with this condition.  No a whole lot of realization begin to flood through your mind.  Your job – in danger.  Your sports activities – over.  Swinging your kids around on the lawn – ain’t happening anymore.  To be frank, putting on your pants can now begin to present a problem.
But the difficulty of movement and activity is not the only problem.  The big issue is that parts of your body – and in many cases your entire body – now hurt.  Perhaps not all of your body all of the time, but enough of your body regularly enough to stop you in your tracks.  And slowly the implications begin to announce themselves in your mind (not all of the following may be relevant, but see if you can make a checklist):
    1. You are now on new, powerful drugs.  You need to know new facts, such as that you may be arrested and given a felony charge for every pill you have on you that is not in a proper pharmacy container with your name and date of birth on it.
    2. Both you and your doctor may be arrested if you inadvertently break the rules for obtaining and handling these powerful drugs.
    3. If your pain does not show up in MRI’s, X-Rays or blood work, your health insurance may renege on you (they did on me).
    4. Likewise, if the documentation is not right, you’re getting nothing from either your short or long term disability insurers.
    5. If your situation is not just right, Social Security benefits will refuse you one, two, three, four times. This becomes a major fight in your life.
And these are just small sample of the stuff coming your way once somebody has pronounced the “disabled” word over you.  What’s worse is that your relationships with your loved ones could go South in a hurry if your don’t handle them right.  I’m not writing all these things to try and scare you – I’m writing them to say: “It’s okay!”  This is where you break down and pray, and say to God:  “Lord, the sky is falling on my head.  Everything is breaking around me.  My life is going you-know-where in a hand basket.  Please helm me, because I cannot do this by myself.”  And that is where God’s grace kicks in.

My new book on chronic pain walks with you through this valley and reminds you of God’s immeasurable grace, while pointing out the pitfalls and potholes.  But our journey together builds up throughout the book, until you’re left with a feeling of awe and wonder at God’s goodness, and you once again have a road map for your future. You do have a future, don’t you?
This book was written carefully, lovingly, and compassionately for those who suffer from chronic pain and for their loved ones by someone who has himself been disabled by chronic pain. I don’t care much for t—correct language, but these days I see myself as “differently abled,” and so should you.
Please buy my book.  It’s like a parachute.  Many people don’t need it, but if you need it, you need it bad.  Send it on to your friends and family members who are stuck in chronic pain.  You may just get them back from the dark place where they have begun to dwell. 

If you are a friend of mine, here's my request: please sit for just 30 seconds and think of those you know who are suffering from a chronic illness or from chronic pain.  The forward this post to them. I'm waiting in anticipation to see if this book can make a difference.  If it changes only one life, all of this hard work would have been worthwhile.

Much obliged!


Your friend,


Gerhard Venter

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Children on my Mind

Oh, the children I meet as Santa! Serious, funny, thinkers, doers. Oh Lord please protect them against this world! A Santa should be an ally of the angels in interceding for children for God’s special protection.

I met a family from Wisconsin last night—two boys between 10 and 12 and one huggable little girl. Oh, they were serious, sincere, intelligent, well-mannered, and had virtue. After talking to the boys for a few minutes I understood that one would harm their little sister only over their dead bodies. “She’s a hugger,” said the the younger big brother matter-of-factly when I said goodbye to his little sis and she put her arms around my neck.

I could do nothing but hold them up to the One for protection. “Lord, I’ve got no special integrity before You to recommend this little family before You for your protection and blessing, but I guess You could regard this as an anonymous note.”

Thank you, family from Wisconsin. You enriched my life infinitely more than I could have enriched yours.

music note While writing this, I was listening to "Content” by The Features. “Say hello to the children born today . . .” Their entire album Wilderness is highly recommended! By moi.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

NaNoWriMo

In case you haven’t come across it, there’s a wonderful literary craziness called NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). It’s imageNovember. And I’m participating – thence the badge. I’d tell you more, but I’ve gotta write 50,000 words before the end of this month. Check it out at http://www.nanowrimo.org/en

 While writing this, I was listening to "Adeste Fideles (O Come, All Ye Faithful)" by Corale Voci Bianche, L'Orchestra Filarmonica Di Torino, Liberian Children's Choir, Luciano Pavarotti, Marco Boemi & Trisha Yearwood

If you're going through hell, keep going. - Winston Churchill

Friday, July 22, 2011

A Sad Day

I’m journaling this because I don’t want to forget the date. Just now I said goodbye to my brother in a hospital in Cape Town, and he said goodbye to me. The effort left him gasping. This was, in high probability, the last goodbye. But then, perhaps not. It’s not in my hands. And Maarten is incredibly tough. I JUST DON”T KNOW.

Oh, how much happier are we who know how to ‘kid ourselves’, according to some unbelievers. Pascal’s wager was a wise move. (He said it’s better to believe in God and run the risk that He doesn’t exist, than to not believe and run the risk that He does exist.)

The 22nd of July, 2011. Goodbye, Maarten. God rest you, my brother. And if our human calculations should be wrong, and I did see you again in this world, you tough old bastard – then all the more reason to rejoice.

Why am I sharing this with the whole world? I’m not sure. The world has changed. We’re changing into a global consciousness, I guess. To a small extent. I don’t care.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Christian Life Coaching

Ah, how we change over the years! I remember distinctly how I scoffed when I first heard about “Life Coaches.” Those Americans,” I said to myself, and probably to my friends too, “can’t even live their lives without being coached.” Well, over the years I have become the thing I once scoffed at. As the old funny saying goes: “Last week I couldn’t even spell philfosy, and today I are one.” Must be moi who changed. Suddenly Christian life coaching looks like a great idea, provided it’s not a question of the coach being perfect and the coachee being imperfect and learning perfection from the coach.  The coach is a catalyst and a progrscoffing boyess monitor, nothing more. He is not the engine of change – that engine is installed in the person who is being coached. I see a coach as a gateway to the fantastic truths and the Spirit that is in the Bible.

                         The Scoff: HAH!
There are some more hilarious pictures of this spirited little guy at  http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailbhekeogan/page5/. You should see his ‘judging’ expression!

I’ve always been a life coach. In the first grade, I was followed around by ‘uncool’ kids whom I basically ‘coached’ through their first days in school. I’ve always been a counselor too, but I’m still working on that one (the Ed.D at Argosy University, which is progressing at a fair clip).

Side note: I’m always amused at closed captioning when someone goes Hah! It reads [SCOFFING]. I’m not sure why that’s funny – it just is.


music note While writing this, I was listening to "Mother" by Chicago



Quote of the Day:
I not only use all the brains I have but all that I can borrow.
--Thomas Woodrow Wilson

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Birth of the First Venter Chick

Baby chickGreat news! Maverick and Elvis Venter became the parents a couple of days ago of a fluffy new little chick. This is the very first result of any of our husbandry projects (is it still husbandry if you’re only raising poultry?). Just look at the evil eye (and I mean evil) as she visually threatens anyone who comes near. She means it too – since she became broody she’s drawn blood on several occasions, thereby teaching the grandchildren in short order what I couldn’t in months.


music note While writing this, I was listening to "Brandenburg Concerto No. 5 (1st Movement.)" by Various Artists



Quote of the Day:
Light travels faster than sound so some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
--Joe Messmore

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Update on how much I hate YouTube & its trolls–well, it’s just not that simple …

One of the things that make me addicted to life is the sheer unpredictability of how things turn out. If you study theodicy (why God lets good people suffer, and evil, and how the world works in that regard) you may get to a point where you realize that true beauty and love cannot exist without evil and suffering. This is not logical, or even cool, it’s plain weird. But look at the Gerhard vs. the Trolls case.

A couple of days ago I consigned YouTube to the trash heap of human endeavor because of the annoying presence of trolls. In fact, I pretty much consigned humanity itself to the dumpster because of the trolls. What good can YouTube be if everything that’s holy is trampled underfoot?

Well, here’s what is leaving me (almost) speechless with wonder and full of gratitude to God and His wonderful, quirky, creation—humanity. This morning, I come across a YouTube video of a young man called Kevin who has lower back pain and who has become addicted to prescription drugs. He’s stuck in a dark place. He cannot be without the drugs because of his physical pain, but he needs more and more of them. My heart goes out to him. Even the same vertebrae as mine are hurt (L4 and L5). He realizes that he’s in trouble, his skin is crawling, he’s having trouble getting his prescriptions filled, he gets depressed as hell, he feels worthless.

So what does Kevin do? He sets up his webcam and discusses his problem with the world on YouTube.

A young man (22) talking calmly about his predicament and asking for help.

He’s not hysterical, he’s less emotional that I am, to be honest, and he says: If someone out there can give me advice, please help me to figure out a way to deal with this. Admirable!  The best thing he’s ever done! I absolutely admire him for this. It’s not the fact that he reached out for help as much as the way in which he did it. See for yourself. I immediately send the link to Anna saying: I HAVE to contact this guy.

But the fact that he turns to YouTube is is not where the surprise lies. How do you think the  YouTube denizens react? Berate him as a loser? Make him look ridiculous or weak or worthless? No! They send him a deluge of supportive emails and pray for him! They give him new hope! Many describe their own, similar problems and give their encouragement in detailed, 4 or 5 page messages. They pull him through. In his later videos he’s talking about maybe going to college and becoming an addiction counselor, once all of this is over. And in the newest video he says: “I’m leaving the videos on YouTube as a historical record, but I’m off the stuff!” I don’t have words. I’m reduced to “Wow!” And “Wow” encore!

I never insulted the non-trolls of YouTube (although I still detest the trolls), but I didn’t give the good guys enough credit either.  Joe and Jane Sixpack are still thoroughly decent people. And they are still out there in their millions, and they still care. God bless them all, and God bless America.


music note While writing this, I was listening to "Mussorgsky - Pictures at an exhibition," by Mussorgsky


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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Trolls, Martin Luther, and Hostes Humani Generis–Enemies of the Human Race

What YouTube is teaching us about ourselves, is that the fall of humanity into sin and evil is real and historic and true. I think J.R.R. Tolkien would have been fascinated about how Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Trolls manifest their various natures in the comments made on just about every piece of music on YouTube, and how clearly the dark and civilized sides stand arrayed against one another. But it gets worse. A High Elf in one conversation can be a Troll in another. No wait, it gets even worse. Someone who behaves like a troll can look at himself in a mirror and see a knight in shining armor. After all, aren’t you doing society a service if you publicly call all the Germans (or Swedes, or South Africans) in the world “dumb f*ck faces”?

It’s so damned complicated. Where does Martin Luther fit in? After all, he fought great evils. But he did not always do it in civil terms. He would draw cartoons of the pope and his retinue being ‘born’ out of the anus of the devil. Not on his blog, obviously, but in the printed pages of the nascent mass media. Luther, a great hero of the Reformation, but a dirty scrapper, if there ever was one. But he wouldn’t be considered a troll, if there had been Internet in his time, because he was a public figure polemicizing in the public space, just as Thomas Payne was. I guess I’m beginning to sound like “why can’t we all just get along?”

There is a dangerous side to mass communication. Someone like Julius Malema, a man with tens of millions of armed and willing and hate-filled followers in South Africa who sings in public (and on YouTube) that all Boers must be killed, is preparing the ground for genocide in the classic pattern that has been observed and described by Genocide Watch. This is how it begins. Apparently, he cannot be stopped. From whose hands will the blood of his victims be required (because the killing has already started, and has been going on for years). When you look at the very real fruit of hate-speech on the Internet, the lines between a homicidal maniac with too much power and too little intelligence, and the thirty-year-old gamers who live in their mothers’ basements and type insults just for a laugh, begin to blur. And we start moving back to Thomas Hobbes state of constant ‘warre’ between all men, in which you only stay alive if you’re sufficiently armed and properly allied.

Tolkien would have been more than fascinated. How often and how eloquently did he not describe that feeling I get when looking at the hateful, irrelevant bile spouted in the comments sections of just about every form of social media. How often does Tolkien not speak in his books about the gathering gloom, about dark things stirring in Middle-Earth? How frequently does he not warn that all that is decent and noble and honorable is simply leaving this world? He tells how the Elves are gathering at their harbors and leaving this world in their ships, because this place is simply too polluted to be home to anyone and anything that even tries to live a decent life.

Is it not enough that each one of us has evil in his or her own nature to be fought and controlled? Is it not hard enough to just maintain the veneer of civility that keeps the now rotting fabric of society together in one more or less coherent piece? And now even that thin veneer is peeled off by the anonymity of the Internet. I used to feel angry and sick if people spewed up all over the pages of any type of conversation that was attempted, but now I just feel a great sadness.

People confuse technology with civilization. There is a civilization and a lot of technology in Japan. That’s just a happy coincidence. There is very little technology but a lot of civilization at a rural Zulu beer-drink, because there are customs and laws there, and in that place old men are not Social Security liabilities but a repository of wisdom, law, and experience. But there is very little civilization on the Internet as such. There are many blogs of concerned citizens that show evidence of decent people. Not all of them are the work of erudite and even somewhat pedantic individuals like myself. Some blogs are typed in haste before dinner by gardeners whose nails are still dirty, with bad spelling and incorrect grammar, saying: “Hey guys, you know what, my new chicken poop tea is doing miracles with my tomatoes!” But THIS is civilization! THIS is culture! Joe Everyman sharing his enjoyment of his garden with anyone who cares for living, growing things. And then the troll comes along and comments: “What the &^% do u know abt gardning anyway you stupid *&^*&^!!!” Shame, shame, shame on you trolls! You don’t know what you’re doing!

Hostis humani generis (Enemy of the human race)

Under Roman law, pirates (and certain other categories of people) were living outside the protection of the laws of any specific country (hence the term out-law), and were therefore fair game for any armed force to be killed on the spot as “enemies of the human race.”

I propose that the citizens of the Internet align and ally themselves into humans and oppose  the enemies of the human race as just that: enemies of the human race. Yes, I understand that that involves each person deliberately claiming his or her space on the high ground. I realize that it involves some hypocrisy: “I’m one of the good guys.” I don’t care.

In this fight, we have no weapons, because the moment you start typing invective, you have joined their ranks, and the lines are, once again, blurred. By process of elimination, there are only two options left: moderation of comments on websites, and ignoring the trolls. All that yelling about moderation being related to censorship is nonsensical: if you cannot recognize hateful speech, don’t make it the problem of the remainder of the humani generis. As for ignoring trolls, that might turn out to be very effective if it could be done in a concerted way. That might just separate out the feces they write and make it easier to skim off the scum and read what real people think.

imageFinal thought: YouTube HAS to start moderating its comment pages. Their current procedures are toothless. The trolls, especially on YouTube’s music pages, are exactly analogous to a cacophony of hooligans farting into microphones in a concert hall full of customers who came to hear a piece of music they love.  How bloody difficult can it be simply remove the radio-active foam from the conversations going on? Come ON people! I have grandchildren who enjoy music with me, and we are forced to dart in and out of the videos themselves to try and avoid the defiling waste beneath almost every video. Geez, humanity, I‘m an imperfect, sinful human being, but I give UP on you! I simply give UP on y’all! And here’s my oath: I shall never again, as long as I live, respond to a troll, or even a flamer. If the ‘back’ button does not respond fast enough, I’ll yank out my screen’s power cable. We don’t have to hold hands and sing Kumbaya, but for God’s sake let’s argue among one another (for we will always do that) at least as human beings.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Thank God for creative people and for the creativity in people

Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam has released an album on which he sings and accompanies himself on the Ukulele. Nothing else. No imagegimmicks. It’s really beautiful. I’m not even a Pearl Jam fan – never got around to it. But thanks for sharing this with us, Eddie. You’re a great artist.

Sting does the same thing with a medieval lute. And thank God for him too. Also very beautiful.

Friday, April 29, 2011

My favorite poem of all time: ‘The Kraken’

krakenI'm lucky enough to be so opinionated that I can have a favorite poem of all time. This one blew my mind when I first read it, and still does every time. As for the timeline? Tennyson was born in 1809, he died in 1892. Not slap bang in the middle of Beethoven & co., but respectably close to the tail end of that prodigious period. Read the poem again and weep if you have a heart:

The Kraken
Alfred Lord Tennyson
 
  Below the thunders of the upper deep;
  Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
  His antient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
  The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
  About his shadowy sides: above him swell
  Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
  And far away into the sickly light,
  From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
  Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
  Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
  There hath he lain for ages and will lie
  Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
  Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
  Then once by man and angels to be seen,
  In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

music note While writing this, I was listening to "Alleluia (Exsultate, Jubilate)" by Cecilia Bartoli

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Muvilo (Vangueria Floribunda)

In researching South African plants in their anthropological context for my upcoming book (I sure as hell hope it’s ‘upcoming’!) I came across this one. It’s fascinating to note that many members of the Lovedu tribe in the north of South Africa’s Limpopo province could, a hundred years ago, identify up to two hundred plant species, with their uses. I challenge most of my modern readers to do the same.

Anyway, about the Muvilo tree: A branch, first presented to termites, is used to beat the temples to cure migraine; a medicated pole across the gate entrance keeps out witches. May not be used as firewood. I’m not sure why the branch needs to be presented to the termites first--I’d have thought the termites of the area knew the Muvilo tree by now.

vangueria floribunda - fruit The fruit is eaten by herdboys (January to March). When first flowering, don't buy or hatch chickens (sand fleas - madzedze).

Just thought you’d like to know …


music note While writing this, I was listening to "Amber Light" by Mike Oldfield

Sunday, March 27, 2011

On Organizing my Library

Calling my bookshelves a ‘library’ is somewhat grandiose, and ancient-bookssaying ‘I love books’ is certainly a hackneyed phrase. But even so, my books need to be organized. Now, for those who like things neat and ordered and homogeneous, it’s already too late: my book collection is adulterated with electronic books, which, of course, you cannot see, which makes it exceedingly difficult to arrange then on a shelf.

Now it seems that every human being has a blind spot—some crazy little behavior that one cannot see. However, others can see it.  In my case, being exceptionally honest with myself and insightful about my own foibles (after all, there aren’t that many), I could be persuaded to agree that I’m somewhat obsessive about my library. In fact, when I look back, it seems as if it must have been someone else who has been messing around so much with the classification of my book collection.

Here’s what happened: I started off with some hare-brained scheme where I used letters of the alphabet, followed by a number, to classify my books. Psychology books were marked ‘H316’. Then I go to the Dewey system. Aha! you think. A glimmer of reason. But no, that’s not good enough: we live in a new reality, anabandonhope1d my books must reflect the organization of my hard disk. Since I’m in a Linux phase, my books get organized into ‘directories’ with incomprehensibly abbreviated lowercase names, such as ‘psx’ for Psychology, etc. Oh, and ‘etc’ for books that fit nowhere else. Thank God, that passes, and I now go for the grown-up league: the Library of Congress (LOC) classification system. Now keep in mind, each time I change the system, I write the classification code in my absolutely best hand, in small careful letters, in golden pen, on the spine of some of my precious leather-bound books. By now, some of them have more glosses on the spine than Erasmus’ copy of the Vulgate. All graphied very kalli, you understand, but it’s a lot. Other books have four generations of tiny, printed, white labels on their spines. And the surface on which the labels are pasted varies, because a year ago I decided to take off all the dust covers; however, six months ago I decided to put them all back on. By that time, some were missing, some were scrunched up, and some were pasted onto my desk as parts of a resin-covered collage.

Up to around April, 2010, that was nobody’s problem but my own. But since then, I’ve had to bribe/manipulate/guilt trip someone into physically moving the books around. And I’m running out of goodwill. By now, there is no understanding left for me when I’m in the throes of a book (re)classification drive. Or worse—they’ll unpack the books for me and pile them up to the ceiling, and leave them like that for weeks, just to torture me.

When I start cataloging, my family fantasize about getting rid of me
SaintclementmartyrSo now I’ve finally settled on the LOC system. There are websites that can look up your LOC call number; sites that even have animated videos of books flying through the air and sliding into their appointed slots (I wish I could get mine to do that). Neat! So Alice is building my new shelves, and my poor, not-so-patient-anymore family will  carry and (again!) sort and place my books in perfect compliance with the Library of Congress.

But wait! That system was designed by Thomas Jefferson, they say, and it kind of grew organically from his own home library, which he sold to Congress for a ludicrous (-ly large) amount. It doesn’t work for me: I don’t want ‘Kant on faith’ to be under philosophy, ‘Luther on faith’ to be under theology, ‘Calvin on faith’ to be under Reformation, and ‘Aquinas on faith’ to be under the Catholic Church! This makes no sense. Wait, wait, I’ve got it: I need a simple, computer-directory-compatible binary tree hierarchical system. That’s it! religion.Christianity.theology. And my Zotero folders get organized the same way. And my hard drive too . . .

I may get kicked out of this family soon.


music note While writing this, I was listening to "1969-03 OTOD 04 Send Me No Wine" by The Moody Blues


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Saturday, March 26, 2011

We Shaved the World

Fun website http://www.le-o.nl/weshaved/ works for me!

Oh the wonders of Photoshop! The makers of this website took photograph395617 01_osamas of famous and notorious bearded and mustachioed figures from history and electronically shaved them clean. http://www.le-o.nl/weshaved/ 

albert_einstein1.jpg

This is not only extremely interesting (to me, at least) but also a great history quiz. Can you identify these usual suspects?  There is a veritable rogue’s gallery of men to choose from. I wonder if they received any complaints from feminists because of the fact that there are no females represented on the site?


music note While writing this, I was listening to Mahler’s "Symphony No. 3: 5. Lustig im Tempo und keck im Ausdruck" by Ewa Podles


Quote of the Day:
Life is an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
--Carl Sandburg


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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Paul of Tarsus, CEO

I just finished a submission for Glossolalia, a student-run peer-review journal at Yale Divinity School, about Paul, who was so dynamic that I call him the CEO of the new Christian franchise.

The expansion of the early church across the Mediterranean was driven not by wild eyed mystics (okay, that too) but by clear headed operatives who planned strategy, travel schedules and meetings in exquisite detail. Just follow the travel plans for one of Paul’s journeys, where up to a dozen co-workers meet up in different cities on the way, and you’ll get an idea of how driven—and how smart—these people were.

If Paul were alive today, he’d most certainly be carrying a Blackberry.


music note While writing this, I was listening to "Sweet Freedom" by Uriah Heep


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