Little have I written of late. I have been rather busy getting ready for my trip to europe. So far I have:
- one pack
- one sleeping bag
- numerous sets of clothes
- one phone
- one lot of cash/travellor cheques
- one passport
- one place to stay in London
- one ticket to Pukkelpop
- return train to Pukkelpop in Belgium
- one eastern Europe rail pass
- 3 nights in Scotland booked
- return travel to Scotland
- one conference in Budapest
- one friend to meet me there
- one room in hotel in Budapest

and thats about it folks. A little stressed about winging it. Ah well its a little late to do much about that. I may disappear for a month or might update here from the otherside of the globe who knows. take care anyhow.

Psalm 82

Unjust Judgments Rebuked.
A Psalm of Asaph.

1. God takes His stand in His own congregation;
He judges in the midst of the rulers.
2. How long will you judge unjustly
And show partiality to the wicked? Selah.
3. Vindicate the weak and fatherless;
Do justice to the afflicted and destitute.
4. Rescue the weak and needy;
Deliver them out of the hand of the wicked.
5. They do not know nor do they understand;
They walk about in darkness;
All the foundations of the earth are shaken.
6. I said, "You are gods,
And all of you are sons of the Most High.
7. "Nevertheless you will die like men
And fall like any one of the princes."
8. Arise, O God, judge the earth!
For it is You who possesses all the nations.

I picture God descending in our midst and demanding, "What the hell are you doing?!" Powerful.

Mastermind

Every pupil in the classroom will answer the same if you ask them
Every mouth shout the message out as one
Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow
Every tear disappears in the morning sun
You don't need an indie song to figure out what's going on

Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane
Tell me that you feel this too
All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're not mad to you

Every nose is a vacuum cleaner in the loved-up London arena
Every eye flies a dollar sign for me
Every tongue will wag if you want it, every lung has a shadow on it
Every heart comes apart at the seams
You don't need a mastermind to read between the long white lines
Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane
Tell me that you feel this too
All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're not mad to you

Well we all need reassurance as we play life's game of endurance
Like a nice cup of tea or a cigarette
But don't lean too long on your crutches or you'll fall straight into the clutches
Of those who see free expression as a threat
You don't need a law degree to set your mind and spirit free
So tell me what the hell is normal and who the hell is sane?
And why the hell care anyway?
All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're all mad and that's OK