Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Rust

Livejournal down again. I had a thing to post with a bit about a Brad Pitt movie, some quotes about this biblical "Tyrus", but now I have to wait. First it just stopped working, then it said it was having scheduled maintenance, then it said it was undergoing emergency maintenance. I just know there were these pictures I had for the funny bit about Tyrus. They were pictures from Ocean's 11 actually.

Then I got here to post on blogger instead of the LJ, a common fallback of mine, and saw that the last time I was here I put up some Tyler Durden quotations.

Well that is pretty weird.

So here was the draft I saved from elsewhere.

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The sun tells me I am back on track. You know me of course, and you know that I like it best when the sun tells me there are hot buddhist girls. Please keep that in mind when reading today's excerpt about "Tyrus".

Who is Tyrus you ask?



Tyrus? It rings a bell?



Oh, of course now you see how the syllables are reversed.



Here is what I should have posted for yesterday except I ran out of time when the cafe got busy. I got to read it again at Imago Dei last evening while going to check out this "Refuge", which I will tell you had some very nice cookies. I think I could like that place quite a bit. I left them a long message on their dry-erase board about their relationship with my online materials and so forth, and also cheering their support of a local women's shelter this Xmas, which seems like a great idea. I laid down for a while and read afterward, saw this, and then also the other bit which says "yeah we saw your note and erased it but thanks for the kind wishes".

1 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?

2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.

8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.

9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.

11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.

12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors: and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.