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"Apocalypse" is Greek for "revelation."
Apr. 14th, 2007 05:44 pmThe sole purpose of this post is so I can use this new icon, which I made from a grainy camera-phone photo while I was sitting in the bus stop after work yesterday on the most feared and dreaded Friday the 13th. Perhaps as I write, an alternate purpose will arise, that some gold may be found after sifting through the river sediment of my errant verbosity.
Or something like that.
I had a lot of nice conversations while driving my taxi today. There was the old woman who I picked up at the hospital. She'd had a heart attack on Tuesday and was finally going home. She used to pick cotton in the south when she was a kid, then spent most of her life in the ghettos of Chicago, and now lives just outside Madison. She said she loves to just sit outside and listen to the birds chirp because she could never do that in Chicago. Besides it being unsafe to be outdoors, she said the only time she could hear birds was at three in the morning, in the tiny lull between post-bar time and when the early commuters started. Otherwise, all day and all night, the only thing she could hear was sirens and gunshots, dogs barking and people arguing. She loves how clean everything is here, that people have jobs and work here, that there aren't gangsters and junkies and prostitutes in every alley and street corner. Rural Wisconsin must seem like Heaven or a dream comparatively.
Mostly we talked about the Bible and the End Times. She seemed utterly ecstatic that my name was Jeremy, a Bible name. I had mentioned how I'd heard that because of last week's cold snap, South Carolina had lost almost its entire peach crop and she started in on how God is punishing us, that there will be plagues and food shortages, the Four Horsemen, one of which is Pestilence. I told her how these extreme temperatures and weather patterns were symptoms of global warming and she added, that it's man-made problems manifesting God's will and God is punishing us for our abuse, that the Earth is like a living being with a disease and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse are like antibodies come to cleanse away the problem, namely us.
When she got out of the taxi, she pointed at me with a big smile on her face and told me to keep my eyes open, keep watching for the signs.
Or something like that.
I had a lot of nice conversations while driving my taxi today. There was the old woman who I picked up at the hospital. She'd had a heart attack on Tuesday and was finally going home. She used to pick cotton in the south when she was a kid, then spent most of her life in the ghettos of Chicago, and now lives just outside Madison. She said she loves to just sit outside and listen to the birds chirp because she could never do that in Chicago. Besides it being unsafe to be outdoors, she said the only time she could hear birds was at three in the morning, in the tiny lull between post-bar time and when the early commuters started. Otherwise, all day and all night, the only thing she could hear was sirens and gunshots, dogs barking and people arguing. She loves how clean everything is here, that people have jobs and work here, that there aren't gangsters and junkies and prostitutes in every alley and street corner. Rural Wisconsin must seem like Heaven or a dream comparatively.
Mostly we talked about the Bible and the End Times. She seemed utterly ecstatic that my name was Jeremy, a Bible name. I had mentioned how I'd heard that because of last week's cold snap, South Carolina had lost almost its entire peach crop and she started in on how God is punishing us, that there will be plagues and food shortages, the Four Horsemen, one of which is Pestilence. I told her how these extreme temperatures and weather patterns were symptoms of global warming and she added, that it's man-made problems manifesting God's will and God is punishing us for our abuse, that the Earth is like a living being with a disease and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse are like antibodies come to cleanse away the problem, namely us.
When she got out of the taxi, she pointed at me with a big smile on her face and told me to keep my eyes open, keep watching for the signs.
