Anthologies of Awesome

September 27, 2009

Network Gospel

Filed under: Uncategorized — Casey @ 1:17 pm

I went to church today.  Ok, so I did it to get out of mowing the lawn.  I think Jesus would approve.

I wrote a letter and a couple notes I would like to develop later.  The preacher made a fairly interesting few statements about relative morality.  His metaphor was the brown cow in winter, white cow in the grass thing.  You know, the cow looks white in the summer until it’s surrounded by snow, then it looks brown.  One of his vignettes was the idea of our sins nailed to the cross along with Jesus, which has a lot more significant meaning than your typical NIV youthcamp Christian understands.

Above the head of those executed during certain periods of the Roman empire there would be nailed a bill of the offenses of the person.  So Paul meant that little thing in a lot more literal sense than it may seem.  I’m sure the visual was much more shocking and effective for the people of Collosse.

Anyway, he stood up next to a white projector screen telling all this and it occurred to me that he may be playing into a greater truth than he understands. 

I think there’s always an albedo effect with any moral code.  Which is good news in that you are lost against that white screen and the perfection of the form is retained though you really suck at it.  It’s in everything from frat pledges to the Army’s NCO Creed.  There has to be something in any discipline to not live up to for it to be valid.

There is also another point I’ll develop later.  I expect it to be a major theme in my writing for a while. 

In the art of shooting, the worst thing you can do is sit and prepare.  The faster you can get a steady stance, establish sight picture, and fire, the better your group will be.  It takes me three breaths to shoot an inch or smaller group at 300 meters.  If I take longer, I end up changing sight picture or breathing wrong or adjusting stance.  When dealing with hypotenuses 300 meters long, all of that factors in and makes huge differences. In other words, do not do that.

So then, how does faith vs. method factor into that art?

It seems to me that an argument could be made that the scientific method as a means to nail knowledge targets is less likely to get the job done because you spend so much time and effort preparing the shot.  If you’re planning a cold bore sniper shot, then all that is fine, but if you’re grouping, then you need to practice a more efficient and faster method.  Faith may be that method.  If you applied the SM to every single decision of your day, you would never get anything done.  And it sort of makes sense not to puzzle deeply on cosmological questions that will, in highest probability, never be answered.

That’s all Devil’s Advocate stuff of course. 

On a side note:

My M16 broke and was jammed in a non-designed-for fully automatic mode.  It was fun, though it ruined my qualification yesterday.  The range sergeant was very curious as to how I managed to blow through two full clips before I figured it out.

September 13, 2009

Gone

Filed under: Uncategorized — Casey @ 12:43 pm

The days are stretching on like weeks and the prospect of a month gone inflicts itself on me some nights. 

To wildly understate it all, I miss you.  It’s in everything I do and everything I think. 

I wrote you a couple more letters, but they’re laying against my chest in my pocket unmailed.  I don’t send them.  I don’t know why.  Maybe because that’s the last best proof needed that I really am that gone.  Real gone.

But I’ll be back.  For lots of reasons, though mostly for you.

And it will be strange and awkward.  I mean more than usual.  We are very dysfunctional people.

But I’ll have time to work on it.

Have you ever had a rifle named after you?

September 4, 2009

Airport Bar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Casey @ 1:17 pm

Them look like orders.

They are.

You can always recognize someone travelling on orders.

You can.

They haven’t changed them big ugly envelopes in fifty years.

I know, you’d think they’d do ‘em different.  They have you check in and out with retinas and fingerprints, but they still have these pain’n the ass packets to carry around.

That’s how I recognized ya. Travelling on orders people always walk around guarding a manilla envelope with their life.  That’n the hair. And the look.

Right.

Marine?

No. But I get that a lot.

I woulda guessed ya for one’a us Devil Dogs.

Nope. Army. Well, and Navy.  Long story.

Drinking a beer while you’re travelling on orders?

Yessir. At least for a minute, they just called my flight away.  But yeah, I’m drinking on orders.  I try to answer to tradition.

Me too, son.  Good luck.

He got up quiet and paid us both out before I could object. He didn’t, couldn’t, stand quite straight, but give it hell trying. He punched me in the arm and made his way out.

Devil Dog.

September 1, 2009

On Me, People

Filed under: Uncategorized — Casey @ 3:07 am

I’m gone as of this morning for a few weeks and may not be able to update.  I hope I can.

I’ve never been one who is afraid to leave a place, but the people make it hurt a little.  And so forth.

The thunder and lightning came in heavy last night.  It made me think of a night laying in a canyon with a head on my chest and long hair curled up under my chin and the firmament afire.  When the first few drops fell down on the cedar brakes and red sandstone, the wilderness of rocks and the desert of my mind rendered down and the seas gave up their dead.

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