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[6-16-2009 Update Insert: Most of what is in this space is now moot. I found out what I was doing wrong and have reinstated Archives and Labels searches. They do work. However, in certain cases you may prefer Labels to Archives. Example: 1976 Today begins in November of 2006 and concludes in December of 2006, but there are other related posts in other months. Note: Labels only shows 20 posts at a time. There are 21 hubs, making 21 (which is for 1976 Today) an older hub.] ********************************* to my online poems and song lyrics using Archives. Use hubs for finding archival locations but do not link through them. Originally an AOL Journal, where the archive system was nothing like the system here, this blog was migrated from there to here in October of 2008. Today (Memorial/Veteran's Day, May 25, 2009) I discovered a glitch when trying to use a Blogger archive. Now, it may be template-related, but I am unable to return to S M or to the dashboard once I am in the Archives. Therefore, I've decided on this approach: a month-by-month post guide. The sw you see in the codes here stood for Salchert's Weblog when I began it in November of 2006. It later became Sprintedon Hollow. AOL provided what were called entry numbers, but they weren't consistent, and they didn't begin at the first cardinal number. That is why the numbers after "sw" came to be part of a post's code. ************** Here then is the month-by-month post guide: *2006* November: 00001 through 00046 - December: 00047 through 00056 -- *2007* January: 00057 through 00137 - February: 00138 through 00241 - March: 00242 through 00295 - April: 00296 through 00356 - May: 00357 through 00437 - June: 00438 through 00527 - July: 00528 though 00550 - August: 00551 through 00610 - September: 00611 through 00625 - October: 00626 through 00657 - November: 00658 through 00729 - December: 00730 through 00762 -- *2008* January: 00763 through 00791 - February: 00792 through 00826 - March: 00827 through 00849 - April: 00850 through 00872 - May: 00873 through 00907 - June: 00908 through 00931 - July: 00932 through 00955 - August: 00956 through 00993 - September 00994 through 01005 - October: 01006 through 01007 - November: 01008 through 01011 - December: 01012 through 01014 -- *2009* January: 01015 through 01021 - February: 01022 through 01028 - March: 01029 through 01033 - April: 01034 through 01036 - May: 01037 through 01044 - ******************************************************* 1976 Today: 2006/11 and 2006/12 -- Rooted Sky 2007: 2007/01/00063rsc -- Postures 2007: 2007/01/sw00137pc -- Sets: 2007/02/sw00215sgc -- Venturings: 2007/03/00216vc -- The Undulant Trees: 2007/03/00266utc -- This Day's Poem: 2007/03/00267tdpc -- Autobio: 2007/04/sw00316ac -- Fond du Lac: 2007/04/00339fdl -- Justan Tamarind: 2007/05/sw00366jtc -- Prayers in December: 2007/05/sw00393pindc -- June 2007: 2007/06/sw00440junec -- Seminary: 2007/07/sw00533semc -- Scatterings: 2008/08/00958sc ** Song Lyrics: 2008/02/sw00797slc ********** 2009-06-02: Have set S M to show 200 posts per page. Unfortunately, you will need to scroll to nearly the bottom of a page to get to the next older/newer page.


Sunday, March 2, 2008


Edges of Knowledge Sunday 2003-06-29 - For the last several years now, I have been trying especially hard to identify the Lord's passing (i.e., of-the-moment) signals to me, particularly when a harmless error is involved. Sometimes, I feel in my heart, I do identify His signals. Last Thursday, however, on the van ride home from Epilepsy Services, I--as I see it now-- failed to. It happened there was another passenger. Usually I am the only one. It also happened the driver had never taken me home before, and so was in need of a few directions. Then the passenger called out/ she was bleeding and wanted to be taken back, but the driver told me the place she had come from was now closed. Then the driver missed a turn, and I told her she did/ immediately; so she zipped into a parking lot to turn around. There: we were being shaded by some/ rather large trees, and there is the place where I/ missed my Lord's signal. I should have had the driver stop for a few seconds/ if I could not get right away what my Lord was telepathing. Even though the drive from there to where I live is short, I feel I ought to have talked the van driver into checking the woman passenger's bleeding/ at that place. Friday 2003-07-11 - 6pm is nigh, and I am feeling hungry again. Do not know what it is, but every Friday lately I find myself thinking it is Saturday, or even Sunday. This Friday I actually did get to Publix. After I finish eating I will need to return to my letter to jls. I realize God may take one of us from this plane before any new connection between us occurs. One paragraph in that letter may soon no longer be there, but it will be here. Yes, it is a paragraph about me. * * * Planets, words, numerals: I was still so held by the urge to be a philanthropist, I flatly ignored my lack of all the character traits required. Then my health declined. Thus, instead of being of service to other, as I would have preferred, others have been (and continue to be) of service to me. I feel sure it didn't need to be this way, but it is; and God is, as enigmatically as always, unimaginably good to me. Certainly I/ am not right, if I ever was. (Sister knows.) Nonetheless, with my Early Retriement Social Security and the local services I am allowed to use, I am getting on reasonably well. * * * Saturday 2003-07-12 - Just as the final revision of my letter to jls finished printing/ several gusts of warm humid wind reverberated against this place and into & through the nearby trees. A space in me wanted it to mean something, but I could not tell if it did; and if it did, if it meant good or meant ill. Sunday 2003-07-13 4:59pm - All day grey upon grey with only a speck of blue now and again given the chance to show through; and a smidgen of rain, and later another dildy-dash; but now the threats and the foolery are gone; a real wash takes the air, enters the ground. Less than 15 minutes. Still, it was and did, and my half-thought of a weed eater venture has shrunk dead. Thursday 2003-07-17 - Several nights ago I washed dishes out of need. I had used all 16 pieces of regular silverware; but, having used my original washing routine, those 16 pieces were all I had left to wash. At that moment I decided to take a break. Recently I had gotten into the habit of washing the 4 tablespoons, which are made differently, last. Also, I usually washed 3 together. Since they are under soapy water, I never know which 3 will come up together. Knife, fork, spoon. Knife, fork, spoon. Knife, fork, spoon. And: necessarily: knife, fork, spoon. Finally, with the last 2 tablespoons up and dried, I raised my head, and caught 9:11. The next digital was 9:12. Too strange. Saturday 2003-08-16 (moving past 4pm) - The entry below was originally--but differently presented-- in The Blue Ledger. If I am allowed in, I might become Heaven's Dunce, or one of them. -------------------- Today is Saturday: -------------------- but at 2:34am. - Brian A. J. Salchert

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