Many apologies to those devoted fans of the Deisel Hollow for the recent lack of relevant posts. Soon and very soon the Hollow will be opened up to all. If you have any poetry or prose laying around that is grounded in faith and dripping with creativity and wonder post it at the Hollow.

The Doorway to the End of the Beginning. Shot at Bayon Temple, Angkor Wat, Cambodia, 2002 by R.N. Street 

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Declarations of the Normal 1
What can one really say about themselves? I mean it is easy say the basics, I am this tall, I have fallen on hard times this many times and such, but to really say who they are, to say what they are here for, that is territory that only a few seek to enter. I look at myself and I see a story worth writing, a yarn worth spinning. I am normal. A person you would never look twice at if we passed in a crowd. But there is something in me that makes me think the brainwaves I generate, the lessons I have learned, the learning’s of my brief life deserve the following pages. It could be called a creed of the normal, a declaration of the one you don’t expect to declare much of anything. I hope you will excuse the future pages if they seem to not hold each other in the same grip, to explain me is to explain the silence of the few of this earth who never seek to let the world know they have something to offer.
Love is such a fickle thing. Is anything else so at one time enveloping and at the same time crushing? I have seen both of these. I have been so drenched in love that I wandered on unaware of the other areas of my life. It’s as if when I awoke from this episode I looked around and cursed the day it began. But would I risk it all again at one chance at a love that would race past my years on this Earth, yes. And when love is far? During these times of lovelorn myself began to feel unneeded and unsuccessful, what is this love! Why does it feel it can pull me to the heights in its grasp and then leave me lost for such periods as it seemed fit.

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Here is my top 5 list of the albums that have helped define me as a music afficiando.
5. Small Town Poets- Listen Closely.
4. Any dc Talk album
3. Third Day- Conspiracy number 5
2. anything by CCR
1. U2- Joshua Tree

honorable mention- Alice in Chains-Jar of Flies, Jars of Clay-JofC, Switchfoot Beautiful Letdown, Michael W. Smith-Go West Young Man(it was my first), Norah Jones-Come away with me, Moby-Play, Foo Fighters-most anything, Pearl Jam-Early stuff, STP-Purple, Johnny Cash-Live at Folsom. I can go on but shant.

Not sure why i really decided to post a list, in the end does anyone better off for knowing what this man listens too? I would think unless they know me and think of me as having good taste then this list will find no cleft in the long term memory of a single soul. How sad. So i encourage everyone to memorize this list and commit to buying one of these CD's a week until you can offically say, "I am now savvy with Deisels tunes". Just start out with the top 5 in that i understand the immense financial burden all of these masterworks could be on we the seekers of grace grounded in faith.

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This title has nothing to do with the content below. It is like one of those smooth STP songs off of say their first few CD's where the song title (Big Empty, Meat Plow, etc) had nothing to do with the content. So beware this post has nothing to do with the word "plush" in any of its definitions.
This email in fact deals with New Mexico. Not really the state persay but the idea. If you make something new does the namesake it springs from warrant a live, dynamic link to its semantic offspring? When was the last time we worried about terroist attacks in merry ol York in England? Or in reverse was the last time we witnessed a bull fight in New Madrid Missouri? And are there still discoveries being made in Newfoundland while Old...found...not sure that one fits the arguement. So in closing let us not cast off the legacy of the "olds" but in the same mind not cast the glory of the former on the "news" of the world if in fact they are in all ways unworthy.