Thanksgiving

( reformatted song into pseudocode )

I applied for what I thought would be the perfect job for me--a search editor specializing in US English--but it wasn't to be.

1. It seems to be a manager job too.
   
2. They have not contacted me today.
   
3. That job has been removed from their website.
   
4. I recognized them from those annoying cursors that put spyware on your computer. Edit: However, they do not do that anymore.

( thoughts about fear and control and fear of the future )

Inspired in part by a hawkish little poem, I decided to re-read Beliefnet's *cough* lively debate about the Holy Land, and came across this.

Apparently, Muslim apocalyptic novels are big. Some of them have the Temple Mount as the focus. Oh boy.

"To make sense of all this, picture apocalyptic believers seated in a triangular theater around the stage of Jerusalem. All agree that history's last act is being played out, but they hold different programs. Jewish Temple activists--bit players in real life--have starring roles in the Christian play; Jews and Christians alike unknowingly play in the Muslim script. Hope and fear are the sound system, wildly amplifying every word, every footstep. Small actions at the Temple Mount take on significance that nonbelievers--such as secular politicians and analysts--neither expect nor understand."

Ariel Sharon: Messenger of Abrahamic Apocalypse?

I have no clear-cut answers. I find no side completely right or wrong--it seems that the religious Zionists and the imans that go on about 'wasq' both value a view of absolute victories and glorious battles.

I think all that will happen will be dead people.

Resolved: My job sucks. I need to look hard for another one.

Resolved: I cannot keep in touch with Arik. We are not going to be just friends, but we cannot be more than that.

Resolved: I will not get into my martyr persona of never finding anyone to love. Believe me. I get like that.