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I mean it. Yerba Mate is good for you. My wife thinks it smells like soggy ashes, but I still like it.

Things you’ll have to know in 20 years.

I’m thinking about writing an article like this for Catholics: what an upstanding Catholic will need to know in twenty years. After a few more months of writing for Religion Watch and updating Signs and Wonders, I might shop the idea around with a few query letters.

I got my first pay for writing yesterday. It wasn’t much but was frankly more than I was expecting to get for 1,000 words in a proprietary newsletter. I also got two free copies — my negative World Futures Society review was the lead feature. I wonder if I’ll get any hate mail. (I was pretty critical of futurists — claiming that they’re behind the times.) Ooh, I hope so.

A good interview with the “Bowling Alone” guy. We definitely need stronger communities. Turning off the TV — and other forms of individualized entertainment — seems to be the only answer. You first, okay?

Actually, I watch very little TV. So Putnam’s preaching to the choir here.

Leonard Sweet has redesigned his site. He’s one of my favorite Christian authors and one of my favorite futurists.

Despite its name, this is serious. Not a joke.

Well, mostly not a joke. I love it anyway.

The Virtual Church of the Blind Chihuahua awaits. Fundamentalists beware.

Dear Prospective Tenant (a.k.a. no-showing jerkweed),

On the phone you were worried that your lack of rental history wouldn’t qualify you to rent from me. That was no problem. Then you were worried that your lack of credit history wouldn’t qualify you to rent from me. That, too, was no problem.

What does qualify you to rent from me, however, is that you have to SHOW. THE HELL. UP!

I know it’s illegal for landlords to discriminate based on race or sex. But I’m darn glad it’s not illegal to discriminate based on stupidity, ’cause you’re blackballed.

Find some other place to live.

Yours Truly,

Cody

It’s the end of the world as we know it. And I feel fine.

An article with twenty end-of-the-world wildcard scenarios. Some are definitely more wild than others.

Folks don’t like to be reminded that it could all end at any time. And I mean *all*. We like to think we’ll be remembered fondly by those who survive us. But what if there are no survivors? Is there anything that trancends our reality to give us hope?

I think there is. Hope you do too. As a Catholic, I know that what is important is that I be “ready” at any time — soul squeaky clean, relationships right, bills paid, clean underwear — just in case. We shouldn’t need a last chance to tell people we love them because they should already know, right? I try to focus on the present moment rather than obsess about the many gruesome and unpleasant ways I (or everyone) could buy the farm. But still, “quantum vacuum collapse” is a cool-sounding way for it all to end.

Coffee has become just way too popular. I’m switching to drinking Yerba Mate. It’s better for you too. Kind of tastes like roasted green tea. A bit burnt tasting in a Scotch kind of way. Good thing I like Scotch. Otherwise it’s an acquired taste.

Be an informed citizen. Now it’s easier

Today I have a new favorite CD, a new favorite movie, and a new favorite hamburger — the Stomp’s Ice House Special. Some little treats life has thrown me lately.

I am moving over here to blogger, at least temporarily. Modifying my own html at geocities was too much of a pain and the editor kept crashing on me. Suck.

So here I am. Now if I can just learn to update often and not try to write a novel each time I post…

Back Soon.