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From Today’s New York Times:

Gospel of Judas’ Surfaces After 1,700 Years
By JOHN NOBLE WILFORD and LAURIE GOODSTEIN
Published: April 6, 2006

In this version, Jesus asked Judas, as a close friend, to sell him out to the authorities, telling Judas he will “exceed” the other disciples by doing so.

Hello?? It’s Judas, remember? Of course he’d say that. Yeah. “Jesus made me do it.”

I’m feeling blue, alas.

I woke up from the nicest dream, something that isn’t true in waking life, so I woke up to this awful feeling of loss and disappointment. Which seems to be clinging to me.

THEN, I remembered I have a rather significant birthday coming up.

Sigh. I could list all the things I have to be happy about, but sometimes you can’t deny the things that suck, and there’s nothing like a really nice dream to cut through the denial about the suckiness.

Not now!

Why do you gotta always be putting that camera in my face, woman?? Can’t you see I’m trying to nap here?

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PS: Thank you to everyone at the Special Collections Library at Duke University for the lovely card. It truly warmed my heart to get it. Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you Michelle, for the YouTube pointer. I couldn’t figure out how to email you or I would have emailed you to thank you.

Speaking of thank you’s, thank you Alaska (I can’t find your name, forgive me) for reminding me about this poem:

ON THE DEATH OF A CAT

In life, death
was nothing
to you: I am
willing to wager
my soul that it
simply never occurred
to your nightmareless
mind, while sleep
was everything
(see it raised
to an infinite
power and perfection) — no death
in you then, so now
how even less. Dear stealth
of innocence
licked polished
to an evil
luster, little
milk fang, whiskered
night
friend —
go.

From “God’s Silence” by Franz Wright, copyright 2006 by Franz Wright, published in arrangement with Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House Inc.

More Kings Park

Kevin sent me more great pictures, but of course my favorite one is of ME! Pretending to be afraid of a ghost, I think. Christ! Do I have the stickyist stick fingers ever or what?

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