Fashion : Function as Dan : Productive

I have a confession to make. It's something that very few people know, but for the sake of honesty, I'm going to share.

I like fashion. Yep, it's true. I enjoy Rihanna's fashion sense. I love spunky short hairstyles in the magazines at Hair Cuttery. I stop at reality TV shows that have to do with fashionable things.

Alas, I am not fashionable. I own 5 pair of jeans, two of which are the same exact style. I have an array of T-shirts. Not a vast array, just an array. I usually own a pair of street shoes and a pair of nice shoes at the same time, and that's it.

But just because I am not fashionable doesn't mean I have to stay that way. So, I have written to several Chicago area fashion bloggers to see if they want a project. The project would be to help me go from a normally dressed guy, to a somehow fashionably dressed guy, on a budget. I'm not sure what that looks like, because if I did, I wouldn't need to enlist help. But I really hope someone's up for it.

What are your thoughts on fashion?

Always check your child's homework

A trip to Florida has left my brain a bit overwhelmed with different things going on. While I take some time to decompress, here's a ridiculously awesome picture drawn by a child for homework. The assignment was to draw a picture describing what one of the child's parents did for a living:



Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Probably.

It turns out that mom works at Home Depot and is here selling a shovel.

Play It Forward

Home again, home again; no place like home again. 1,200 miles is long, but a year might be longer.

Last night some friends and I headed up to Austins Coffee, one of my absolute favorite destinations in the Orlando area. Every Tuesday is open mic, which I would frequent as often as possible during my year in town. There is a wide variety of tastes and styles, so you're bound to hear something you'd like. And whatever you don't like, you might hear that, too.

One of my favorite parts about Austins is that there are always friends there. Not close friends, but friends linked by common interest. I got to see Spencer Beasley, Tre Hester, and my married friends from Dirty Soap. I remembered Greg and his wife since they shopped at George's Music (my former job) and played at Austins where we always shared conversation. What I didn't remember is the story Greg shared with me:

"I remember the first time I met you. I was shopping at George's for some stuff and I remember talking to one of the guys about recording some music. They were like, 'Oh, that's cool.'

"Then you came by and asked if I was playing out anywhere and I said I didn't know of any place that we could play our music, so you said, 'Go to Austins,' and gave me your card and the info.

"Now we've been going there every week that we can for about two years, just because you wanted to help me out. Now we tell people all the time. It's really cool. So, thanks."

Really? Like, really, really? I didn't even remember they went to Austins because of me. And crazier, I actually changed someone's weekly schedule, and their lives because they never performed before, and now they do all the time.

It was refreshing to hear some of their renditions of Christmas songs last night. I turned to someone and said about the coffee shop, "You don't know what you've got here." After a sour note, he gave me a sarcastic glance, and I knew he understood.

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Apron Full of Stains*

For those of you who don't know, I work at a restaurant. I'm a server. It's great fun most days, depending on the table. I love when people think I do a great job and say things like, "You should get a raise!", because then I can respond with, "That's what I love about serving: You get to give me that raise," and I offer up a huge smile. :D Talk about putting your money where your mouth is, eh?

Every day at our pre-shift meeting we have our "line-up". This is when we all stand before the manager as they check out our uniforms, aprons, bank, pens, everything. We have to be perfect. As you can imagine, not everyone is perfect every day. A common discrepancy is the dirty apron. If you've worked a Friday night, the last thing you want to do before a Saturday morning shift is wash your apron. Over time, everyone has gotten really good at hiding the stains, spots and whatevers. It's a slight-of-hand trick where you can use your server book to cover over them, or do something off to the left so they won't see what's right in front of them. No manager ever knows there's something wrong.

I think there are times when I've noticed that either I or someone else in my life has been playing that slight-of-hand trick, but it's usually not with an apron. It's with life. We line up in front of co-workers, family members, roommates, best friends or who ever else is watching, and we put on a face or talk about the weather because we want to cover up, or at least distract from the fact that not everything is going perfectly.

I think the reason I've seen this play out the most isn't because anyone wants to hide something; there usually isn't any deceptive intent. Rather, I know a lot of people who don't want to mention what's heavy on their hearts because they don't want to weigh anybody else down. It makes sense; no one wants to bring down the mood. But, as I often tell people who do share the heavy things, "That's life." I'm glad to share in the good and bad things.

Being concerned with who you might take down with you probably isn't the best concern to have when you're with real friends, because, really, when you think you're going to bring your friends down, you'll be surprised at how quickly they will be able to help you up. And maybe instead of having to hide your apron, they'll help you clean it instead.

*You get bonus points in the betanarrative if you can name the band who sings this song, without the internet.

CALLED OUT!! Shoot dang.

Yesterday I was called out. Like, called out. For reals. It was hardcore. And the best part was who did the calling. Yep, I called out myself.

Last night, I didn't feel like doing anything. I just wanted to lie in bed and do nothing. The quarter had just ended, so that was my excuse. But I started thinking about it. I hadn't really done much in the last few... months. Yeah, months. Not much school work, not excited for work, or anything. I really had to ask what JJ Heller is asking: "Living / Am I really living / Or am I just existing?"

I realized that the one characteristic that has been a growing theme over the past few months is laziness. How sad is that?? I'm lazy. And I totally called myself on it. And it hurt. Because the first thing I said was, "I'll change that tomorrow." It's the procrastinator's creed. Noting that, I got myself up and decided to change right then. I cleaned up my room a bit. It was no huge task, but it was good to do something, especially something that needed to be done.

Today I got myself out of bed, cleaned some, read some, went to the library to start some thesis prep, ate lunch, went to the bank, and realized that I thought it was 3 o'clock when it wasn't even 2! That was pretty awesome. So, I read a little, started working on my thesis ideas, and wrote this blog.

I now have 30 minutes to get to work, and I feel like I've done so much. So, for all of you lazies out there, stop being lazy! It's totally worth it.

Christmas Gifts?

This year I have reached a new dilemma, and it has to do with Christmas gifts. Here's the situation:

When a person in history is remembered, honored or celebrated, we usually do it by carrying out the work of that person. For example, we would celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. day by listening to the "I Have a Dream" speech or by looking at the progress of the civil rights movement. But for some reason, Christmas isn't like that. We celebrate the life of Jesus by saying things like "family" is the reason for the season.

I don't have a problem with family at all. In fact, I haven't seen my family since last Christmas, so I'm glad I'll be able to in a couple of weeks. Even still, I'm pretty sure they're not the reason for Christmas. If we want to celebrate Christmas, I think the best way is to continue the work of the person being celebrated:

"The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to release the oppressed,
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor." (Lk 4:18, 19)

I heard someone say recently that a Gospel that isn't good news for the poor is no gospel at all. So, I've spent some time looking for alternative Christmas gifts. Here are the sites I've found that either offer relief for the poor, or are concerned with something other than a commercialized Christmas:

worldvisiongifts.org - many ways to help the poor of the world
heifer.org - Get a family a water buffalo [suggested by Anders - thanks!]
redefine-christmas.org - their tagline is "give globally, act locally"

Here's some other alternative Christmas sites:

adventconspiracy.org - thoughts on Christmas getting out of control
rethinkingchristmas.com - user contributed gift/alternative gift ideas
christmasfuture.org - aims to help communities in extreme poverty

I'm still not sure what I'm doing for Christmas gifts this year, but I know it's taking a lot more thought than usual.

2:56 for the Fiction Family

For those of you who love Jon Foreman, Sean Watkins, Switchfoot and/or Nickel Creek, here's 2:56 of musical bliss that you don't want to miss out on. It may not be groundbreaking, but it's enjoyable. But honestly, who would've dreamed up that the two would create the unlikely duo Fiction Family (fun video at the site)? Not me. But it's good. More like Switchfoot than NC. It's very tasty.

In other news, I'm less sick today than yesterday, but I'm thinking I'm gonna try to play it safe and lay low tonight. I might have to get out of the apartment, though, just to keep from going stir crazy. (Asian food, anyone?) I've already done two lessons of Greek, and have 5 more to go to be caught up, not ready, for the test on Tuesday. Also, a take-home final for ethics. ... I feel the sickness coming back. Think happy thoughts...

Laundry - the considerate chore.

Well, I can't say I went from bad to worse healthwise since yesterday, but I probably did go from not-so-bad to bad. But that's okay. Rachael gave me some vitamins that will hopefully keep me from dying.

Since I didn't want to go out anywhere today, and because I was entirely out of every essential (yes, you know) piece of clothing, I decided to do laundry. As much as I dislike doing it, I realized today that laundry is not like other chores.

What makes the laundry different? It's the only chore I know that allows you to do other things, but still be doing laundry. Ya know? For instance, I put the laundry in, came upstairs and made lunch. Then I moved the laundry, came up and ate lunch. Yeah. If more chores were like that, I wouldn't mind. Grocery shopping is ridiculously territorial, and cleaning the bathroom barely lets me talk on the phone (running water is noisy).

So, here's to laundry, the considerate chore.

Grosseries

Today I woke up feeling, well, not so hot. I got up and went to work, which was okay. Thankfully I got out early since it was slow, and I felt gross.

Knowing I had nothing to eat at the house, especially nothing kind of healthy, I headed out to the store. The whole time I was rockin so much phlegm. It was pretty disgusting. In fact, it's still disgusting... But anyhow, I got some bananas, apples, oranges, orange juice, chicken (for soup!) and ice cream sandwiches. Yes, they are delicious.

Hopefully this year's sickness won't be as bad as last year's. It happened like this: I hadn't eaten or drank anything for almost 24 hours. By the time I realized it, I could barely get to the kitchen table. Once I was there, I could hardly speak, let alone dial the phone for someone to come help me out. I thought the ER or death was immanent. The scariest part was when all the finger tips on either hand came together to a point, involuntarily. Rather than roll over and die, I did what any Floridian would do: I ate oranges! And like a plant in the sun, I was rejuvenated.

I'm doing a preemptive strike this year. I've already eaten, and drank. I've got fruit handy. The only thing more I could ask for? Sleep. Lots of sleep.

How do you fight the plague?

Crunch.

It seems like such a short time ago that there was snow on the ground.

Apparently it's been a whole year. Go fig'.

It's funny how things from so long ago seem so familiar. Normally it's a smell. Every Christmas there's a certain spice blend on the stove at my house that reminds me of the amazing treats to come, and whenever I smell anything like it, I think, "It smells like Christmas."

Yesterday I was traveling over to the library. Beneath my feet the ice was crunching as it gave way to my hulking 160 lb. frame. I was instantly taken back to last winter when I was walking along the edge of the road crunching ice beneath my feet just for fun. It was as if spring and summer never happened. The year just fell.

And for once, I don't mind.

I decided that this year, instead of B & M-ing, I'm just gonna say, "Bring it on, winter." Because it's gonna come anyway. I kind of enjoyed this first snowfall. I didn't so much enjoy scraping all the ice and snow off my car this morning, but it's all part of the gig. Every part of life can be good with a positive outlook, right? Right.

Until next time,

DL

Thanksgiving - A Holiday for Making the World a Better Place

Today is a holiday rooted in American (particularly United States American) history. Puritans, pilgrims and cornucopias, all assembled (even the cornucopias) to give thanks to their God for finding a new freedom away from their oppressors across the pond.

I work at a Mexican restaurant and consider myself somewhat culturally aware; yet I was still surprised to realize how many of those coworkers who came from Mexico see Thanksgiving as just another day. (I guess it doesn't make too much sense to give thanks when a people invaded your continent and killed most of the inhabitants through violence and disease.)

Even through its past religious particularity, and through its sense of national pride, I think Thanksgiving is a great holiday.

I hold the belief that giving thanks can make the world a better place. This is because giving thanks breeds humility. It's hard to stay mad at someone, or not like someone, if you can find something, anything, to say "thank you" for. I have found that thanking someone, especially when they don't expect it, often creates an atmosphere of respect and like-ability (not drinkability). It raises the atmosphere of consideration and concern for well-being.

Today, I am thankful for more than I can think of, but less than I could be. There is so much to be thankful for. Even if Thanksgiving is just another day for you, consider taking on an attitude of Thanksgiving, and let me know how your world becomes a little bit better of a place.

A Song for Kids

I really wouldn't be a good uncle unless I wrote a song for my nephew.

This one got its start when Chris Hall challenged me to a writing duel on the theme, "What's Passed is Passed." This was my second attempt, the first being much more serious. This one is just plain ridiculous. (Beware of falling puns.)
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What's Passed is Passeded

Me and Mark went down to the park one day
Saw an old grey goat with a purple and pink toupee
I said, “Gee, Mr. Goat, what you wearing that for?”
He said, “I just don’t feel like a kid anymore.”

Everybody wants to be a kid
Boy, I really wish I did
Pay attention while it lasted
‘Cause it don’t last longer
Than this little bitty song
They say “What’s past is passeded.”

Me and Tim were dying for a swim last week
Saw a mule by the pool keeping it from taking a leak
We asked, “Why you sitting with your hoof in a crack?”
He said, “Why’s everybody always on my back?”

Me and John were playing on the lawn one day
Saw dogs on the street with their feet in roller skates
They said, “We run just for fun, we were getting our kicks
But we’re tired of perspiring chasing sticks
Even old, old dogs can learn new tricks.”

Gmail Ninjas!

In case you haven't noticed yet, Gmail now has themes.

Admittedly, it's just email. It's no big deal. It really doesn't need to be more personalized than it being addressed to me. I really shouldn't be so excited. However...

I have ninjas!

Category: Things that are cold.

1. I've got a new blogger on my blogroll - Becoming a Minnesotan. She's not cold, at least not in a misanthropic way, maybe temperature-wise... I digress. She moved from Alaska to Minnesota. Now, she might have made the blogroll because I am infinitely curious about whether or not she will dye her hair dark (with freckles? Can it work??), or because she finds me moderately entertaining. Either way, there she is.

2. The weather is cold. Yeah, 25 degrees today. That being so, I got a Cocoa Trio at Seattle's Best Coffee inside of Borders. I also got it with half & half, which makes it amazing. ALWAYS ask for half & half.

3. Anti-freeze gets cold. The guy at Jiffy Lube wanted me to get a radiator flush. I was like, "Don't do it." Even though he threatened me with a cracking radiator or engine block destruction, I was like... no. I'll take it to TJ's for that kind of thing. I trust them a little more. And I don't want an unexpected ridiculously high bill, like Steve (my roommate) got.

Ok, so maybe they aren't all things that are cold, but cold reminded me of them.

One of my many songs inspired by a random dream

This is slightly embarrassing to admit, but for the sake of art I'll continue.

I woke up one morning with my lips puckered skyward. Yep. Awkward. I had been having a dream with one of my female friends in it, and we were kissing. (This was over a year ago, so many of you are safe.) It's not like it was something I really wanted to happen, but I felt sad when I woke up and I was by myself.

From that dream came this little ditty. I imagine it would go on an album called Folksy Simple Songs for Songsy Simple Folk. Without further ado, here is "Where is the one that I love?"

Where is the one that I love?

You kissed me on the mouth again last night
It started on my lips and then it ended in a dance
I woke with my lips pressed against the sky
Oh where is the one that I love?

Your smile was contagious, so it seemed
It sprouted to a tree and into shade for all the weary
Your fullest branches caught up in a dream
Oh where is the one that I love?
Oh where is the one that I love?

Sitting, thinking, lights are blinking, set to land but never going down
Runway’s clear and landing gear, if I can clear my mind
We’ll circle back another time

I kissed you on the hand again last night
It started in a dance and then it ended like the movies
You brushed against my shoulder with a smile
The warmth reminds me just how cold I’ve been
Oh where is the one that I love?
Oh where is the one that I love?

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Oh, Dani - Street Fighter II and the like.

Sunday night I was inadvertently challenged by a friend of a friend. She has no idea what she's up against.

Back in the day, I used to play a few video games, because I only owned a few video games. Above Aladdin, Battletoads and Beauty and the Beast (which was ridiculously hard) was my favorite game of all time, Street Fighter II. It was, and is, way better than the other games out there. The combos and special moves weren't ridiculously complex, and there was no way to be uber-cheap about it.

Anyway, I would spend the better part of my life playing SFII. It was relaxing, I guess. This was around the same time I was getting into guitar, so I alternated between the two. But I was better at the game.

Well, this friend of a friend (we'll call her "Dani") is confident that she can beat me in this, my game. Now, it's been a while since I've played, but it's also been a while since I rode a bike, and I'm sure I can do that just fine. She is quite confident in her skill.

To address her taunt, I penned a lyrical retort.

Bring it, sister.

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Oh, Dani

It’s true, that you’re winner, no position on your wall
Is without trophy, an award or accolade
Exiting victorious is apparent in your walk
It seems there’s only one mistake you’ve made
You see you’ve thrown a gauntlet down, you’ve taken off your gloves
You’re asking for a street fight in the rain
With a vision of your victories in your perfect polished den
You never thought that mine could look the same

Dani, oh Dani
If you wanna play, I’ll beat you at your game
Oh Dani, well, Dani
You think you hold the reign, but all the same
I’ll beat you at your game

Your mind is fit for fighting, but your legs can’t walk the walk
You’ve been riding your own coat tails for so long
You keep on button-pushin so I know you talk the talk
But could you, would you speak, admitting you were wrong?

Oversleeping, and... Miles Davis!

Today I woke up rested. I vaguely remembered hearing someone in the shower at some point. Then when I awoke I had the strange feeling that everyone from the apartment was gone.

That's because it was 11 a.m. How does that happen? I slept for over 10 hours. Oh well. Now I'm trying to catch up on my day, which is obviously done best by writing a blog.

In case you didn't know, because I didn't, Kind of Blue by Miles Davis is the top selling jazz album of all time. I went to Borders and asked my friend Kevin for an essential jazz album (I was looking for something a little different, and had a 40% off coupon). He handed me the recently released re-issue of this classic album. It being my first jazz album, I was excited.

I'm not gonna lie, it made me feel like I was at Panera. It put Steve to sleep. But, it was enjoyable. I liked it. It sounded like they were playing right in the living room, and they were playing very well.

Jake said it would be my gateway drug into jazz, and I really wouldn't mind. There's about a million jazz albums, so why not get started? I think next I'll go for some John Coltrane.

Any suggestions?

Blackhawk: Down

Tonight the Chicago Blackhawks retired jersey number 3. I know because I was at the game, and at the retirement ceremony preceding it.

3 was worn by leading defenders Pierre Pilote (1955-1968) and Keith Magnuson (1969-1980), both influential players in the history of the club. Now it will never be worn by another Blackhawks player. That's a pretty huge honor, and I (not a hockey fan) was trying my best to grasp the gravity of it. Even still, I could sense something significant was happening.

Hockey's a special sport. People expect fights, give much more running commentary than other sports, and pretty much everyone is white. Even with all those quirks, I must say it was pretty fun. It's way more fun in real life than on TV, that's for sure.

Oh, and they play the organ. Yep, the exact same organ you would have heard during the years of Michael Jordan and the world champion Chicago Bulls. It's pretty epic.

The Blackhawks lost, but it was still a fun game. I don't think I'm up for any singing tomorrow, as my voice is pretty war-torn. But I think it was worth it.

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Raisins and things that look like raisins.

I made French toast!

But not just any French toast. It was with cinnamon raisin bread. Scrumptious.

Or so I thought.

I never would have imagined that those tiny little dried grapes would have such an overpowering flavor. Really, they just took the whole darn thing over. I think I'll shy away from raisins in my breakfast from now on, unless they're in oatmeal or cereal. Besides, they look like flies.

Segue!

Here's an old song about being a fly.

The Fly Song, c. 2001

I am a fly
I got one of my eyes on you
But all the others are looking for some food
I've got six legs
And two wings on my back
You will find me
Trying to have your snack

'Cause I'm a fly, that's what I do
I land in food after I land in poo
That is my job, I must confess
It's a job that flies do best

I am a fly
You might think that I am braggin'
My type is house
I'm not a horse or dragon
The female's dig me
Gaze into my thousand eyes
They know that I'm
Pretty fly for a house fly

[offspring breakdown]

(how many legs does a fly have?)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco seis

Yes, I'm a fly, that's what I do
I land in food after I land in poo
That is my job, I must confess
It's a job that flies do best

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My Cute Nephew!

So, in case you didn't know, I've got good genes.

It has to be true. I mean, look at this kid. He's adorable!

This is too cute. Check out the photographer's blog -
Elisabeth Nixon Photography

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Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? A grammatical effort.

For some reason I though it would be a good idea to write a song using a lot of pronouns.

I'm a nerd.

So, what better way to do that than to try and solve the age-old mystery of who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? It's kind of dark, musically. You'll have to imagine it. For now, I hope the poetry will amuse you.

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Was it he?

A small child not amused with toys

Too preoccupied for an innocent boy

Could the chocolate and sugar that he has enjoyed

Be the reason he is acting so paranoid

Will we see?

Was it he?

Was it she?

Little girls should be sugar and spice

But if they need a refill they won’t think twice

If the jar is left open or closed it’s no hindrance

For her mastermind tricks and her quick disappearance

Houdini with a penchant for mischievous themes

Could it be?

Was it she?

Was it they?

Could it be that they would work as a team

Silly and unselfish as that may seem

It would be proper and fitting to propose such an action

When one plays the thief and one more the distraction

Their powers are stronger uniting their factions

And their deviance more than was ever imagined

Who will say?

Was it they?

Was it you?

You pretend that you care all along

With a sense of intrigue over righting the wrong

Keep your friendships close, but your enemies closer

Your actions are gross but your motives are grosser

Slipped your hand about to the side of the toaster

To procure a trophy just the size of a coaster

When the citizens see you, they’ll turn white as ghosts for

Your face shall be pasted on a most wanted poster

All for a snack, for a nibble at most

Is it true?

Was it you?

Would you guess, could it ever be

The accuser would become the final accusee

An offense so vile, so evil, so grave

That the victim at work was the killer at play

And the final crumb of evidence would be in the possession

Of the one who would finally say

Was it me?

Lyric of the Day

"Love is an ocean for those who can't swim." - In Octember

Lyrics

Today I made a decision.

[oh my gosh... Backstreet Boys "As Long as You Love Me" just came on... DANCE PARTY!]

[still dancing...]

[typing and dancing]

Ahem... Today I made a decision.

I bought this $2 book at the thrift store the other day. It looks really old, is full of blank pages, and reads, "Corporate Records" on the front. I'd take a picture, but I'm not at the apartment.

I decided I would like to write all of the lyrics I have in that book. All the finished songs, starting as far back as I can remember, and moving forward.

For those of you who don't know, that's a lot. Like... a whole lot.

The thing is, I don't know if I can fit, find or remember them all. But I'm sure it'll be fun to try. And I'm sure I'll find things I never expected to find. Maybe things I never wanted to find. And then, when I die a million years from now, they'll find this book, and say, "Man, that's a lot of lyrics."

In commemoration of this decision, here's the first song I'll write in it. I played it for my senior year choir concert, and as I recall, there was an amazing kazoo solo.

Time for a Change

Time passes freely
Who knows what tomorrow might bring
Or if it will come
These words could be my last
So, listen to a dying boy's advice
It's never too late for a change
Never too late for a change

Let it go
Leave your old self behind
Take off that mask, allow your soul to breathe
Don't be afraid, you're only who you are
Just show your real self for a change
It's never too late for a change
Never too late for a change

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Five Dreams

Last night I slept for a ridiculously unnecessary 11 hours. In those 11 hours I had 5 dreams.

1. Noah/Evan/Dan and the Ark - For some reason, God saw it fitting to commission another ark to be built. And it was glorious. And it moved, but there was no rain, because God had promised he would never again flood the earth. It was amazing. I was astounded at the work of God.

2. Caleb (whose birthday is today) had bought three containers of black shoe polish. I was like, "Hey, I needed shoe polish. Can I get one from you?" I figured he didn't need three, but the three pack made the purchase enticing.

3. Megaphone. All I remember was someone was talking into a megaphone, and it sounded sweet.

4. I was riding my bike (that I don't own) through New York. I had to ride a different route because of an accident, and traffic was backed up for what seemed like eternity. So, I went a back way, ran up some stairs, and went through a door, the wrong door. Crazily enough, the wrong door was Lauren's apartment, and all her friends were there. The guys were getting haircuts like Martin Luther. They were all nice people, and the apartment was lovely.

5. I was buying a laptop off someone for $100. It was a great deal, but the longer the dream went on, the crappier the computer got. By the end, I was pretty positive I didn't want it, but moments earlier I had been really stoked!

I have dreams like this almost every night, but usually not FIVE.

What's one of your crazy dreams?

Lycopene

Today I found out that my Heinz tomato ketchup is rich in Lycopene. In fact, it's a great source!

For those who don't know, Lycopene is an anti-oxidant.

Um... okay...

I've heard the word "anti-oxidant", but I'm not sure what it is. I bet I could figure it out though.

Oxidation occurs when oxygen hits a metallic element, hence, rust.

An anti-oxidant must work against oxidation.

So, we may deduce that Heinz ketchup keeps your stomach from rusting.

Thank God for Lycopene!

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How would you respond?

If your friend was giving up, how would you respond?

Like, giving up on life?

What would you do? I have a friend that's in that situation. I want to be encouraging, but after years, it's hard to keep doing that. I believe things can get better, but I feel like I can't be telling the whole truth if things haven't gotten better in a long time.

One can only be optomistic for another person for so long. I guess I will have to hope/pray for a returned optimism, because a change in attitude can change a lot.

At least I hope so.

Ben Folds - Way to Normal

If you haven't yet, check out Ben Folds's Way to Normal album. It's delicious.

If nothing else, go to the site and listen to "You Don't Know Me". It features Regina Spektor, and I can't help but bob my head back and forth the whole time.

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Beer and America

This was shared by my friend Anna. It made me giggle.

"If you had purchased $1,000 worth of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago, you would have $49.00 today. If you had purchased $1,000 worth of shares in AIG one year ago, you have $33.00 today. If you had purchased $1,000 worth of shares in Lehman Brothers one year ago, you would have $0.00 today. But, if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the aluminum cans for recycling refund, you would have received $214.00. Based on the above, the best current investment plan is to drink heavily & recycle. It is called the 401-Keg plan.


"A recent study found that the average American walks about 900 miles a year. Another study found that Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.
That means that, on average, Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon! Makes you proud to be an American!"

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Creatures of Habit

I just walked into the bathroom, flipped on the switch (thus turning on the lights), and then turned on the lamp in the bathroom.

Why did I turn on the lamp??

Our bathroom light has been out for 2 weeks. In the meantime we have had a lamp in the bathroom. So, I would normally walk in, flip on the switch (out of habit) and then turn on the lamp so that I could actually see. Now, the light works, but I still flip on the light (not expecting it to work), and proceed to turn on the lamp. Why??

We are creatures of habit, it's true. We like familiarity and patterns and constancy. But in the spirit of ridiculous challenges, here is a ridiculous challenge:

Do three things out of habit today.

For instance:
- Brush your teeth left-handed.
- Put pants on both legs at a time.
- Call your parents, even though it's not Sunday.
- Walk down the stairs backwards.
- Say hi to your neighbor.

Then, update me on how that went.

Ready... go.

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The Truth is in the Lyric

Guess that you heard someone say,
"If you don't expect too much, you won't be disappointed,"
But if you don't expect enough, you might not be surprised.
And if you don't expect at all, you're telling that the point is:
Don't expect to live your life

(That's the chorus of a song I'm working on.)

Yesterday at work we were having a raffle which cost a dollar to enter. One co-worker, "Susanna," wasn't going to enter because, "I never win."

I said something to the effect of, "I just wrote a song about having to expect something sometimes, so you should enter because you never know what could happen."

So she ended up entering the raffle.

And she won.

Moral: If you don't expect at all, you won't have the chance to be surprised.

Free Andrew Peterson Show! And New Album???

Elmhurst CRC in Elmhurst, IL October 21 @ 7PM

It's free.

I love Andrew Peterson! And I just found out that he's got a new album coming out THAT DAY!!!

I'm skipping class.

Registered

It was raining. I was hungry. I was tired. I didn't really care.

But I went.

And I registered to vote.

This being the last day to register, I had to at least try. So, hoping to make it on time, I headed over to the Lombard Village Hall. They asked for an ID. Conveniently, I had my driver's license... from Florida. So they asked for something else. I ran to my car and found a receipt from Sears Auto Center with my current address. "That'll do," I thought.

It did.

Ideally, I would have liked to vote in Florida, where votes matter. But I guess I'll settle for voting in Illinois, because then I can at least do my civic duty.

I have no idea who I'm voting for, really. I'm a little disenchanted with politics in general. But I guess a little blind hope never hurt anyone. So, on November 4, I'll go out and vote with everyone else.

What're your thoughts on voting?

Pita Chips and Marketing

I am so happy right now.

I was driving to meet up with Matt, a chap helping with marketing LHC, when I got a crazy craving for Austin Coffee's pita chips and hummus. The craving overwhelmed me. I even had to text Chris Hall to let him know about it.

Mmmm.... pita chips and hummus.

Upon arriving at my destination to meet Matt, I learned that this coffee shop (Panini Xpresso) has pita chips and hummus, too! Holy cow! I had no idea. I mean, there's no Jackie or Trey or Jeff or anyone, but it'll do.

Now, Matt and I will be able to chat and enjoy pita chips and hummus.

I am so happy right now.

Homeless Birthday Update

The folks at the Naperville Sun wrote up an article of Sunday's event.

It was the kind of event that simultaneously broke my heart and gave me some sort of hope.


Be encouraged, the world isn't a terrible place all the time.

Put Out to Pastor

I've never been much of a ground-level person.

Every time I join up with a group, there's already something going on, something to work from. I find myself to be a great leader when there is an existing framework in place. Part of that is I love to critique and improve.

Now, for the first time, I am the one creating.

Living Hope Church (LHC) is developing a college-age group, and I'm the college pastor.

Oh Lord, save your people.

In truth, I'm very excited. College students are my fave age because they can think critically, but they typically have no idea what they're doing with their lives. And they typically enjoy some sort of direction. I have always enjoyed someone just a little older to listen to whatever was going on and then give some words of wisdom. Or, at the very least, just listen.

I'll write up a little about the vision and ideas and all that once they're more thought out. Not now, though. While I may be a college pastor, I'm also an employee and a student, and both beckon me today.

Finding a Church

Finding a church is ridiculously difficult.

Location, doctrine, style, length, community, ministries… it’s like a Christmas wish list, and whether you’ve been naughty or nice really doesn’t help.

It took me about 5 months of coming to Living Hope Church meetings before I decided it was a community I wanted to become a commited part of. “Statistics say” (um… yeah) that it takes 6-12 months before a person feels a part of a community. That sounds about right.

We all want that love-at-first-sight feeling when we are looking for a new church, but just like the rest of life, it barely happens. And if it does, it’s usually a little while before the honeymoon phase is over and you realize the magic is gone. Then, time for a new church.

If you visit LHC, you’ll probably fall into one of three groups:

1. You’ll realize after one service that it really isn’t for you. (5%) - On to the next church.
2. You’ll fall head-over-heels in love with the people and the church. (5%) - Buy the ring and plan the wedding.
3. You’ll find a couple things you like, maybe some you don’t, and some you aren’t sure about. But it has potential. (90%)

If you find yourself in this last group, as I did, I invite you to come several times. Take the initiative to meet some people and let them know you’re new. Especially in a new congregation, we’re all new, so don’t be surprised if no one realized it’s your first time.

Say hello to some of the musicians (they’re nice), Pastor Sam, myself, and ask some questions. Get to know a bit about where the church hopes to go. See if your desires for Jesus working in the world match with LHC. If they do, come on back a few times. If not, keep seeking where the Lord might be taking you and repeat the process.

Finding a church isn’t easy, but it’s easier when those seeking learn to ask the right questions.

Godspeed, Spider-man.

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This post taken from a forum post of mine at livinghopeforwhatmatters.org

Hallways. The place to not be. And ... Homeless Birthday Party!

I just opened my apartment door to stand in the hallway for a second.

Now, that might look like a normal sentence, but it's not. Who stands in the hallway? A hallway is made to be a way between one place and another. It's kinda creepy to sit in a chair in the hallway, especially if it's outside of someone's door. (Right, Rach?)

But for a moment, I just wanted to do it. I felt so out of place. And I admit, when the elevator opened down the hall I leapt back into my room and shut the door. We are into comfort zones, aren't we?

Segue!

This Sunday afternoon I hope to join a group of young adults who are throwing a birthday party for homeless people in Chicago. This is the brain-child of one Sherilyn from Naperville. The idea is to celebrate all the missed birthdays just to show those who have missed out that they are worth more than they think. There are donations going into this and definitely one-on-one time with people.

Comfort zone? Yeah. This is going to break mine, for sure. Going downtown to hang out with people I don't know is definitely a stretch. But I'm sure it'll be worth it. One step at a time.

Today, the hallway.

Sunday, Chicago.

Addressing Complaints

I've heard the complaints.

Several of you have expressed sadness over my lack of blog activity through the summer. The good news is, I'm listening! The not so good news, I don't have much to say today.

But I'll try.

I'm always a bit confused when people complain about the rain like it's the most inconvenient, depressing thing ever. I, however, love the rain.

Really, think about it. It's kind of a big part of the life cycle. Plants need it. We need it. Granted, it seems a bit excessive today, but we could use it.

Thankfully I closed all my windows today. In my car, at least. My room is a little soggy. But it'll dry. And trees will grow. And it's really not all that bad.

And remember: It could be worse.

It could be snow.

Nutella? Really? And... Free great music!

I was just informed today.

Apparently, there are many folks who are big fans of Nutella.

I had no idea.

I was at JJ Heller's site today picking up her new free digital download album, Painted Red, and I came across her blog, where she mentions a crepe with Nutella.

Following said blog, there were many comments about how wonderful Nutella is.

I've been a fan of Nutella for most of my life. It's chocolatey, hazelnut goodness is hard to beat. The only thing like it on earth is Nocilla, which I ate as a child, and currently have in my cupboard, along with Nutella.

Yeah, I might have a problem.

All that to say, if you haven't tried Nutella, go to your local grocer and buy some.

And if you don't have JJ Heller's new album, you should download that. It's free!

And it's really good.

Like Nutella for your ears.

A Note to the World... or at least parts of it.

Greetings and salutations!

Yes, both are necessary.

First, and apology to Lauren for abandoning her wonderful blog. I haven't had much time to blog since I stopped classes. (Figure that one out...) We still need a phone call!!

Second, I am supposed to call China for Maura to tell them to stop winning so many gold medals. Since I don't have China in my top 5 friends in my cell plan, I'll have to use the old-fashioned way: the internet.



Dear Country of China, Chinese Affiliates, Athletes, etc.,

Over the past several days we have noticed that you excel in athletics. This came as a surprise to many Americans because we usually buy inferior products with your name on them, and therefore assumed that your country was inferior. However, this is obviously not the case.

Your performance in a multitude of sports has greatly surpassed our highest achievers, a feat of which you should be very proud. However, we, America, have a fragile ego. If you keep winning, we might cry, maybe even become bitter.

Therefore, I propose that in order to keep international relations at their peak, you should stop winning so many gold medals. I know we have already threatened to stop purchasing your products, and we probably offend you in more ways than we can imagine, but we implore you to take the gold medal in Courtesy. Stand aside and allow the Americans to win. We've already lost our respect with most of the world. Can't we at least get a hand-out from you?

Sincerely,

Those who are sad about losing a lot

Dessert for the Blind

It's been a little while since I've been on a date.

Tonight, Andy, Jamie, Leesa, Josh and I are going to Ravinia. That's two couples, engaged and married, respectively, and then me.

Awkward?

Could be.

But wait! Andy, being the amazing friend that he is, decided he would bring his friend Sara(h) so we could meet. What a great guy.

We're going to Ravinia, where they have concerts each week. This week it's Punch Brothers and we'll watch them, or at least hear them, from the blessedly humid grass that surrounds the amphitheater.

We'll also be picnicking. I was charged with dessert. What the heck do I make for dessert for a picnic? On top of that, I, being a guy, must impress this girl I've never met with my domestic skills.

I called my sister, hoping she would have some advice. She did, in the form of Summer Berry Shortcakes. I headed out to the store, bought the ingredients, and after 2 hours in the kitchen, the results looked amazing. They are now my Facebook profile shot. I'd put it up on my blog, but the network isn't letting me. But trust me.

It's amazing!

The Last Mimzy

= worst movie ever.

It was on HBO. It was horrible. I don't think I've ever seen a movie with such a bad plot, acting, scripting, and ending, all in one.

Never, ever, ever watch The Last Mimzy.

Regional Hits

It has recently come to my attention that no one up north has ever heard the phrase,

"Punch Buggy *color*, no punch backs!"

Yeah. I grew up giving and getting massive bruises at the sound of that cry. It's what one would yell when he sees an old-school VW Beetle.

If you're from the North, you may be thinking, "You mean a 'slug bug?'"

Maybe it's just because of my upbringing, but I think slug bug sounds lame. Yep, lame. I don't even need to defend it.

Lame.

So, if I punch you, and say, "Punch Buggy blue, no punch backs!" don't be alarmed.

And no punch backs.

Fruit Flies

I've been eating some grapes. Yummy, purple grapes.

Mmmm.

Grapes.

I got up to play the piano a bit, and when I came back, I saw a fruit fly. I thought to myself, "How do fruit flies always find the fruit?"

Then it hit me.

What if they're in the fruit??

I decided I'd better eat it all quickly. Then they will all die a horrible death. Or, if nothing else, I'll keep other flies from finding it.

Youthful Optimism

What you have before you need glasses.

Mature Fruit

Bananas are the only fruit to reach adulthood, because they grow up.

Carrots

There they were, and still are: frozen.

My carrots. They never saw it coming. My teeth are ice picks, freeing my vegetable friends from their hydroxynate captor. Frozen carrots: good for eyes, bad for teeth.

Somehow the fridge got turned to ridiculously cold. I guess it's not the worst things. It counter-acts the way the water, at times, is only hot. Scalding hot. Like, "Oh, I'll make you a cup of tea right away because the water's already 'sue-McDonald's' hot."

I'll turn the temperature down. It says you have to wait 24 hours for the adjustment to fully take place. In the meantime I'll drop some carrots in a glass of hot water.

Then I can drink cold water, and not worry about breaking my teeth on the carrots.

Shear Abandon

Refusing to get a haircut.

The Best Way to Get Music Around

noisetrade.com

You can get really sweet albums. Free.

FREE.

All you have to do is tell other people. I think this was Derek Webb's idea. Whoever's it was, that person is pretty much a genius. And if you don't want to tell anyone? Pay a small amount and get music anyway.

It's freaking genius.

"So, Dan, why don't you have a Noise Trade account set up?"

Because it costs $250. Granted, that's for 20,000 downloads of your album, but I am not in a place to do that. So, until then, enjoy other people's music, and have others enjoy it, too. And if you like my music, send them to myspace.com/danlugo.

O Sacred Song

If you haven't yet, go listen to Audrey Assad.

She's got a download up (maybe today only) that is the old hymn "O Sacred Head". No matter your musical taste, I think you will love it. The harmonies are gorgeous and it's all done a capella ("with ice cream on top").

In other news, I'll be playing a song I wrote ("Quiet Until Now") at church on Sunday. Sweet! I haven't led anything or done anything like this at this church, so I'm excited. I guess if no one knows you're a songwriter no one'll expect you to play songs, eh?

Poetic Anemia

A lack of irony.

Notable Quotables

Last night I took my first trip ever to the Taste of Chicago!

It was stellar. And it was July 3rd, which means there were fireworks. And while the Altamonte Springs, FL light show is impressive, the Chicago one is fan-freakin'-tastic. There's music by the Grant Park Orchestra, and like, a million people. Literally.

There's bad things and good things about a million people being in a 4 block radius:

Bad: There was a shooting a mere 2 blocks from where we were waiting for the el.

Good: You hear some interesting things.

1. While walking out of Grant Park, with the streets looking like literal rivers of people, I heard, "We look like a bunch of Jews leaving Egypt."

2. On the more racy side, one younger guy was heard saying, "All white people, form a line." At least one person was very offended by that.

3. "I wish I had a light saber. Then I could kill all those black people!"

Now, that last one might sound incredibly racist, but here's the situation. First, I knew the girl. Second, she meant white people. Third, she really meant storm troopers.

Next Independence Day, be sure to watch what comes fourth from your mouth.

Moving Out

My room is empty.

Well, almost.

Aside from the upsot dresser, there is nothing in my room. It is back to its original condition of when I moved in. You know what that means? I get my whole deposit back!

Okay, half my deposit. I'm moving into an apartment upstairs. You see, Andy's getting married in a month, so he's over in the new place and I'm up with John, Steve and Will. So, that room has the other half of my deposit. (Awesomely enough, since rent costs considerably less when you have 4 people rather than 2, the deposit is less, so I only payed like $80 for rent this month. Sweeeeet. That extra cash? It's going to the Cards.)

It is actually sad that Andy and I won't be living together anymore. It really was a great situation. It's good to know a person in a way that the rest of the world doesn't see: the way they are at home. And it's good to have someone know you in that way. It makes all sorts of conversations easier. You just understand one another better. (Though we still can't tell when the other is being sarcastic, which is a constant cause for laughter.)

Thus begins another roommate adventure. We'll see how it pans out. I'll have three other people helping me find out what my random living quirks are. Greeeeaaaat. But that's okay. If nothing else, there's one three-letter word that will make everything okay.

Wii.

Word.

I'm currently working on a paper that was due three weeks ago. Actually, I guess I'm currently blogging, but you get the idea.

Microsoft Word is sometimes wonderful, sometimes awful, and sometimes somewhere in the middle. Here are some examples, respectively:

a) I need a bulleted list? Bam! Done.

b) Need to create a line straight across the page? No problem! Need to make it disappear? ... Hmmm... wth... this is not working... [two hours later] Forget it. I'll just retype my entire resume.

c) On this paper I'm "currently" working on for my Anglican Theology class, I wrote the following sentence:

“If a piece of the communion bread falls on the floor and is eaten by a mouse, what does the mouse eat?”

What's this? Microsoft Word gave me a squiggly line under the end of the sentence, meaning it's going to show me how to correct my grammar. Funny, I didn't think anything was wrong... Let's check the suggestion:

“If a piece of the communion bread falls on the floor and is eaten by a mouse, what the mouse eats?”

Microsoft.

Word.

Love Wins.

On my drive home from lunch w/Hammer, I saw a bumper sticker:

LOVE WINS.

It is so simple, yet so hopeful. I know plenty of people who just seem to have a lack of love in their lives. It's most apparent at work with all the talking behind one another's backs.

The situations never get better. It's always worse.

But here, on the back of a car, the simple reminder. Love wins.

It takes time for love to win. Sometimes it seems like love will never win. But I've found that love wins people over. And it's okay when love wins all the time, because when love wins, there is no loser.

At the end of your day
When the sun's put away
May you be able to say,
"Love wins."

A Brief Explanation

Okay, so apparently the best time for me to blog is during class.

Unfortunately, it's summer.

The weeks have been filled with friends visiting, work 5 days a week, church on Sundays, and most recently I have been making a pitiful attempt at finishing some papers for last quarter.

Wednesday nights I'm involved with Agape Cafe in Lombard, IL. I'm booking for the summer and thankfully have a good portion of the dates filled, though I could still use a few more. That has been a lot of fun! Since I've taken my break from playing out I have remembered how much I enjoy supporting others who are actually doing what I love to do.

On a completely different subject, I have a mental block against reading. It's something I enjoy, but actually sitting down and doing it is like checking the oil in my car. Like, it's good and not at all difficult, but for some reason it takes effort. (Okay, not the best analogy, but the first thought was "it's like pulling teeth," and even though I'm not writing music I am still not going to use cliches!)

All this has been going on and, really, I just haven't had much to say. Hence the scantily updated blog. I hope the three of you who read this don't mind. ;)

Back With New Music!

So, I've been gone for a little while, and then working a lot a while.

To make up for it, here are a couple of artists I hope you enjoy:

The Everyday Visuals - They're poppy rock. You need to check out the video for "Dance and Holler" on their page. It's delightful.

Eric Landshaft - If you're a fan of Matt Wertz, which I am, you'll enjoy this acoustic based poptastic artist.

Matt Cavanaugh - Another local acoustic artist who will be playing at Agape Cafe this Wednesday. I like it, and you should, too.

Matt and I will both be playing at the opening of Agape Cafe this week. Interested in coming? Shoot me an email: lugo.dan (at) gmail.com.

As easy as 1, 2, 4. ... Damn.

Sometimes you stumble across a band that kinda makes you jealous.

Other times you read someone's writing that you really enjoy.

And then sometimes you feel victorious.

This weekend I hope to go off and do some reading and writing with my friend Anna out in Defiance, OH. That's right, I'm spending the weekend in Defiance.

In defiance of work, gas prices, pending papers and more.

Life is good.

Cabrewing

Today, my friend Leesa informed me of a fun summery activity.

Cabrewing.

"It's canoeing, but with a whole lot of beer."

Now, I'm not sure what the buoyancy of an unopened beer is, but I'm thinking that if someone is going to be intoxicated and manning a sea vessel, they'd better hope beer floats.

I know root beer floats.

Celebrating 50!

For post number 50, here's 50 things that make me smile! :)


1. Friends

2. Smiles


3. Ridiculous Kids


4. Chick-fil-A


5. Service (helping other people, cell phone reception, being served at a restaurant...)


6. Electricity


7. A/C and Heat


8. Katie Corolla


9. Ally, my Canadian girl


10. Megan Ziggins


11. Johnnie's Beef


12. Amazing books


13. Brian Andreas


14. The Weepies


15. Live Music


16. Puns


17. Fat penguins


18. Bananana


19. These Are Not My Pants rock opera


20. Chris Hall!


21. Soft, yet firm, pillows


22. Spider-Van


23. Ultimate... Frisbee!


24. Dad's cube steak


25. Latin Music


26. Mom's cooking!


27. Great tea


28. The peace God provides


29. Hymnals


30. A really good pen


31. Performing live music


32. Having friends meet other friends and having a great time


33. New strings



34. Playing a grand piano



35. The Wedding Singer



36. Dipped soft-serve cones



37. Local musicians



38. Answered prayers



39. Inside jokes



40. Funny laughs



41. Sharpies!



42. Great customer service



43. Really random emails/texts/phone calls of a nostalgic nature



44. Rice Krispie Treats



45. Birthdays



46. Finishing a quarter/semester/year of school!



47. Finally getting that thing done that's needed to be done forever



48. Realizing Jesus actually does change people's lives



49. Street Fighter II



50. Seeing Love prevail

Music - The only friend that doesn't change

I was musing over music and began to think of the old albums I haven't listened to in forever.

Justin McRoberts, "Father," Five Iron Frenzy, "All the Hype," Slick Shoes, Noggin Toboggan, Nichole Nordeman, Downhere...

There's billions.

Hundreds.

Maybe a hundred.

Normally I'd just pop them all in and have a mini-Cornerstone of my own (making a mud pit in the tub, though I'm suspecting Andy would be none-too-pleased over that one).

Each of those discs, in impeccable condition, is carefully stored away with its accompanying artwork and case. However, the big purple Rubbermaid container holding them isn't really nearby. It's in Florida.

Blast.

So, instead of listening to it, I just thought about it.

I think that music is the one friend that you can go back to and who is still the same. Sometimes I've gone back to friends who have changed more than I ever expected. But Music? She's the same. I'm certainly not, which often makes me see her differently. But, she's not changing. It's comforting.

Music is the chalk mark on the doorway of my kitchen. She's the standard I use year by year to see how much I've grown. Some years it doesn't seem so far, but then I look further and realize, "Wow, boy. You've come a long way."

These days I'm drawing new lines.

I'm much taller now.

SFIV

I know no one is as excited about this as I am, except maybe Lauren.

But I'm really excited.

Promises, Schmomises

I don't think I'm going to do any more "To Be Continued..." posts. I seem to lose interest, but I can't post anything until that one's done. Now it's done, but I feel like you've all missed out on so much.

On top of everything, it's finals week, so posting will probably be just as scant. But then... Summer!!

I need a job.

Anglican Contributions to Global Christianity

Here is an abbreviated response from my question to Anglican Archbishop Henry Orombi from Uganda, ""What would you say is the greatest strength that the Anglican Church can contribute to the world of Christianity?"


1. Hierarchy

The structure of the Anglican church is similar to the better-known Catholic system, with priests, bishops and archbishops, yet there is no one head, like the pope. Instead the Archbishop of Canterbury acts as a "first among equals." This system allows the church to keep itself in check within orthodox Christianity by keeping everyone accountable to someone else.

One could contrast this hierarchical system to a non-denominational church which "picks and chooses" its theological points while members could be completely unaware of a pastor's heretical views that are being passed onto the congregation.

On the other hand, it also has the potential to create problems. For instance, two churches in the Chicago area, both Anglican, are under two different bishops (Uganda and Rwanda). Because of this, they cannot combine to be one church. Silly? Yes. Against Christian beliefs? Probably.


So, while hierarchy and structure has its theological benefits, it has its practical downfalls.


2. Liturgy

The liturgy of the church offers structure and a balance of the Word and Sacrament, of Proclamation and Feast. Within the form of the liturgy there is opportunity to hear a message of God, and to respond to that message. I'm a fan.

Another benefit of Anglican liturgy is that there is room for flexibility in worship. There is an outline for the service, but it can be performed in whatever way suits the personality of the congregation, be it charismatic, contemplative or anywhere in between.

I think the greatest strengths of liturgy are (1) anyone from any Anglican church can follow along because of the familiarity, and (2) participation is a necessity, and I'm a hands-down proponent of participation in church.

3. Global Nature

The Anglican church is connected all over the world. Because they have their heirarchy, they are necessarily united with Anglicans across the world. What I really like about this is that the church, instead of going to a random place and doing a short-term mission, it can connect with another church in order to further a project that will be carried on. Sweet.

4. Openness

Finally, openness. The Archbishop commented on Anglicans not necessarily adhering to all the same specifics about the faith in minutia, but all adhere to the same broad guidelines of Christian orthodoxy. This makes it a much more inclusive denomination than others.


After the event, I had 11 people, including the Archbishop himself, ask if I was Anglican yet. I'm not, and I don't think I will be. But I think they have a lot to offer global Christianity.

Interim: Chick-fil-A

Soon I will comment on the Archbishop's words of wisdom.

Until then, embrace the truth.

Shaking Hands With a Primate

Last night I had the opportunity to shake hands with a primate.

At least that's what he called himself.

Let me explain by way of an extremely condensed history lesson:

The Anglican Church is a world-wide Christian denomination that was birthed by the Church of England shortly after the Protestant reformation. It is now represented worldwide, with the Episcopal church as its current branch in America. Each country has its own Archbishop, so there are 38 archbishops (+ the Archbishop of Canterbury). The Archbishops are also known as "Primates." They're kind of a big deal.

Because the Episcopal church in America has been taking stances that many believe are unorthodox with Christian teaching, Anglican churches in other countries have began Anglican Missions in America (AMIA).

One of the AMIA countries is Uganda. The Church of the Resurrection in West Chicago, IL is an AMIA church under the bishopric of Uganda. Last night that church had the privelege of hosting Archbishop Henry Orombi from Uganda, whom I had the pleasure of meeting.

It went like this - I got a backstage pass with my professor (Joe). As Joe went to shake hands with an old friend all of a sudden it was just me and the Archbishop standing there. So, I shook his hand and we started talking a bit.

I wish I would have paid more attention to who we were going to see last night, because when I shook his hand I didn't know his name or his title or anything. Regardless, he was very kind, humorous and generally pleasant. And he has a son named Dan. ("A good, strong name," I assured him.)

The time sitting under his teaching was valuable. I am not Anglican, but I am in an Anglican theology class this term and have been learning about Anglicanism. It's been quite interesting.

I was able to ask the Archbishop a question in the forum:

"What would you say is the greatest strength that the Anglican Church can contribute to the world of Christianity?"

I thought he did an excellent job of responding, and I'll fill you in on his answer in my next post.

The Hunt for Red Oct-job-er

Oh. My. Gosh.

That was the worst heading ever. I should be banned from the internet.

I went to a new "up-and-coming" Buffalo Wild Wings. The building is up, and the restaurant is coming.

They had a big sign that said "NOW HIRING!" in the window. I already have a job, but I'll need a second one over the summer. Bills are ever-increasing, and I'd like to avoid the massive student loans that I took out this past year.

The big sign outside of BWW should have read:

"NOT HIRING ANYTHING YOU WANT TO DO"

since the server and bartender spots are all filled up.

Needless to say (though for some reason we insist on saying things that are needless to say), I did not get a second job there. Which brings me to the point:

Rejection sucks.

One summer I went from place to place looking for a job. I probably applied at 15 places and interviewed at 1/3 of those. The only offer I got was to manage a shoe store. Um... yeah.

I think part of rejection is the feeling that we are not known. "If you knew me, you would do nothing but hire me because I'm one of the hardest workers you'll ever get." And they're like, "Nope. I don't want to know you."

I'm sure the same goes for dating and other areas of life. In general, rejection sucks.

On the flip side, if someone says no to you in one place, you might be able to go find something way better. It's the whole, "when one door closes another one opens" or something cliche that doesn't really make sense.

So, to all the rejects out there, I feel you. Not with my hands, but with my heart.

Finally Home

For many of you reading that, you probably think I'm in Florida, eh?

The hardest part about moving somewhere is trying to make that place, "home." Some say, "Home is where you hang your heart." Pumba said, "Home is where your rump rests." Chris Daughtry says, "I'm going home," which really doesn't fit into the formula, but I'd like to think I'm up with pop songs that came out over a year ago.

Eight months after bringing my stuff to Lombard, IL, I'm finally adjusting to the fact that this is home. What makes it home? It's more than where I sleep, eat and go to school.

1. The majority of people I am in contact with are around me.
2. I know enough places to go eat that aren't corporate.
3. I can find 3 independent coffee shops within 30 minutes driving.
4. I can give directions places.
5. I feel comfortable being here.

For months I just wanted to finish my degree and get out of here, because the midwest isn't that great. But someone asked me why I was in such a rush, and I didn't have an answer. So, I decided to slow down a bit. That was about 5 months ago. Now, at month 8, I'm accepting where I am.

The truth is that home can be wherever you let it be. People ask about how it feels to make the move from Orlando to the midwest, wondering which one is better. I have come to the conclusion that wherever you let yourself really be is going to likely be a good place.

A place to love and be loved.

A place to hear and be heard.

A place to eat and... well, maybe the formula ends there.

I had written a six-word memoir which read "Not there yet; not here, either." It takes time, but I think wherever you are, there you are; so, you might as well be there.

Here I am.

It's not a bad place to be.

Heck, it might even be good.

Required Reading - Culture

It's one of those blogs that makes you think, "Why didn't I think of this first?"

Raised and Confused

I woke up this morning before 8. Amazing! Now what do I do? I'm usually asleep 'til at least 9.

To Do ToDay (not necessarily in this order):

- Spend time in prayer
- Write theology paper
- Go to the post office
- Eat (x3)
- Read for class
- Go to chapel
- Drop off CD's at work
- Try not to fall asleep in class

I once heard there are people who take naps every 4 hours or so and they can operate that way for days. (Like John Travolta!) I need 8-9 hours a night or I'm useless.

There was a time when I would try to avoid sleeping because I thought it was a waste of time.

Then there was also a time when I would work out because it would make me hungry, so then I could eat more.

Maybe I should stop manipulating my biorhythms on whims of my personality quirks.

Girls are 'spensive.

Allison needs $100.

Megan also needs at least $100.

Katie needs about $750. At least she's finally mine.

*sigh*

Who knew having two guitars and a Corolla would cost so much?

As a rule...

Friends of single people need to help them.

For instance, yesterday, as I was about to accuse Leesa of never trying to hook me up with any of her single friends and therefore being a bad friend, she turns to me in a pre-emptive strike against ridiculousness, saying:

"I was talking to my friend today and she was saying she had a bunch of single girl friends who couldn't meet any guys anywhere, and I was like, 'I have a bunch of single guy friends in the same situation!'"

She beat me to the punch, and was being a good friend.

Unfortunately, the girls she was referring to would have gone to my undergrad, so there's a decent chance I know them if they're about to graduate.

Ah well. The point is that as a rule, friends should help friends out in the single life.


BTW- that post below? I still haven't gone shopping again. That's almost 5 weeks... wow. I am currently eating a bowl of heated frozen veggies. Mmmmm...

Glass Bottle Burgers

Today I spent near a buck-and-a-half for groceries. That's what happens when all that's left is condiments. Now I have stuff to put the stuff on.

I decided to try my luck on a bag of burgers. Frozen burgers can be hit or miss, and usually the cheaper, the worse. I decided to try an upgrade. It cost more, but heck, maybe they'd be worth it.

I brought my new arsenal of meals home and decided to try a burger for dinner. Burgers frozen, in a bag.

The strangest thing was that, when I moved the bag, they sounded exactly like glass bottles. A bag of small glass bottles awaiting my teeth so that they could shatter me. Were I in a different state I may have exchaged the bag for eight five-cent returns at the recycling machine. Glass bottles.

I opened the bag. There were burgers. In two minutes one was heated up, the bread was toasted and I used all of those condiments that one hour prior I was unable to house.

It was a good burger.

When I go shopping, I tend to walk the aisles and grab whatever I feel like grabbing. I've actually become less frugal over the months, and I think my health is thanking me for it. Some people make lists. Some have entire meal plans. I have my stomach.

How do you shop?

Not this, that.

It's not that I don't want to write, it's that I don't have anything to say.

It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's that I don't know how to say it.

It's not that I dont' know how to say it, it's that I don't know who to say it to.

It's not that I don't know who to say it to, it's that I'm scared to say it.

It's not that I'm scared to say it, it's that it's uncomfortable.

That's me logically backpedaling through my past two weeks. I've had a billion things running through my head (okay, like... 5) that have been occupying my thoughts. Nothing dire or depressing or anything, just thoughts. And just to prove that it's not depressing (to myself, because you probably believed me, which you should), here's an example.

I miss my family. Yea, it's true. I went to Judson College in Illinois for three years and didn't really miss my family. It's just not something I generally do, to miss anything, or anyone. Generally, I can go with or without people and not mind. (Sorry if that offends you.)

But there are a handful that I miss. Like my family. Over the past year in FL I realized the importance of that six-letter word. They can truly be the people there when no one else is there. And they tell you what you need to be told, not what you want to hear (even if you don't get it at the time).

Therefore, I'll be going to Florida at some point this summer, I suspect. And hey, maybe Boston. That would kick butt. Sometime after May 31. Before September 15. And not August 3rd.

So, that's one. There are more, but there's also a paper that's been hanging over my head for a month now that I'm trying to knock out, and that takes priority.

DL

Working 3pm - 12 am

3:34pm

He stared at the top of his brain
as his eyes rolled into the back of his head,
thinking,

"This is going to be a

very

long

night."

On Justin McRoberts

Last night I saw Justin McRoberts play at Trinity College in/near Palos Heights, IL. It was a small setting, very cozy.

I must say I felt almost a sense of pride, as in proudness, seeing him play. I’ve been listening to him since I was in high school, really for about 8 years. I can’t believe it's been that long. I've gotten to see him twice and enjoyed it both times. And he’s still doing music full time. How cool is that?

For a while, he was one of my favorite acoustic artists. In my opinion, his best album is Father, much of which was reflecting on his dad's suicide. Right alongside that I would have to put Untitled EP, a collection of worship tunes written by McRoberts and others, and recorded at a retreat center over a weekend with a couple of mikes. (Actually, that's true. There was a microphone, and Mike Busbee, who plays amazing keys on that album and others.) As far as worship albums go it's right up there alongside Enter the Worship Circle's First Circle, which I absolutely love.

There has certainly been lyrical and musical growth over the years. But to be honest, somewhere around Intersections (5th album) I kind of lost interest. Now he’s on his 9th or so and I think I might tune back in. To me the lyrics are more thoughtful, and as such a little tougher to engage than the simpler lyrics of the albums of years past. Nevertheless, there is growth. The content of the tunes deal with world issues of poverty, loving those different than us, and living your life completely. Of course, everybody sings about those things, but he does it in his own Justinian way, which I really enjoy.

His new album is Deconstruction. I don’t think he’ll give a shout out to Jacques Derrida in the credits, but I wish he would. You should listen to a few songs on his website.

For those of you in the Chicagoland area, he'll be at The Union on Friday with Mitch McVicker. Go!

Relationships - The Right To Be Heard

The hardest groups to talk to, in my opinion, are teenagers.

Teenagers have this uncanny ability to know exactly what you think of them, without you even letting them know. And they know if you're just putting on a show, or if you really mean what you're saying. They haven't been corrupted by years of listening to bull poopoo from people. And really, they just might blow you off.

The second group of near-impossible conversationalists are... attractive members of the opposite sex (henceforth: amotos). Of course! It all makes sense. They usually think you're out with some "agenda" because... well, you are.

So, here's a continuation of my every-other-week-or-so blog series on relationships, or more appropriately, single living.

There is something that amotos and teenagers have in common. Just like teenagers, amotos won't listen to you until you've earned the right to be heard. You need something that'll grab their attention and give you some sort of credibility. For teenagers, it's usually making some connection that subtly says you're not completely lame.

For amotos, your right to be heard can be earned several different ways. Note that I can only speak from a male perspective. So, that being said, here is an incomplete list in the order that I think of them:

1) Physical Appearance

The easiest way to get amotos to notice you is to look cute/hot. Either one will do, and each will attract a different type of person. Just remember, if your bait isn't your hook, don't expect quality. In other words, if you're going to dress hot to attract guys, then chances are you'll attract a guy who's only interested in your body.

There's a delicate balance to be achieved between looking good and gaining the right to be heard with amotos. Basically, practice general grooming. If you're not dirty, you're good to go. And heck, if you like dirty guys, by all means.

Aside from appearance, what else could earn you the right to be heard?

2) Common Interest

Somehow, if you can strike up conversation on a common interest, you at least have gained an audience for that topic. These conversations could be set off by someone having your favorite band on their bumper sticker, looking at the same book in B&N, standing by the same movie at Blockbuster, looking at the same juice in the grocery store, or admiring the same child in the maternity ward. Any of these ... could help you start a conversation instantly gaining the right to be heard.

3) Common Complaint

Everyone loves complaining! If something bothers them that bothers you, they'll complain about it, then you have a chance to respond, and maybe continue conversation. You can almost always start with the weather. Especially in Chicago.

4) Mutual Friend

If they're friends with your friend, and you're friends with your friend, then there's a good chance you've got something in common. Of course, your mediant friend will know automatically whether or not the pairing will work. So, ask.

5) Educational Goals

People like people that are intellectually on the same plane as them. If you're going into an advanced degree, you've got that to talk about. If you hate school and decided it's not for you, someone else will be able to instantly connect.

I finished!

I finally finished a book! I have entirely read only about 3% of my books, so this is pretty huge. It was Shane Claiborne's The Irresistible Revolution.

Other than reading Jesus's words about the poor straight from the bible, this is the most challenging book on the subject of social justice and responsibility I have ever read. It's one of those ones that will cause me to stop and reconsider how I spend money, live daily, work, play, etc. Because, it's not about me.

Segue!

I've been in the apartment all day today, and got about an hour's worth of work done. Well, it was kind of depressing for a variety of reasons. So, basically I was sitting here depressed for a little while, surfing the internet and watching Andy play Mario Kart and 1080.

Seeing the book, I decided to continue my reading. As soon as my mind shifted off of myself and onto others (the poor, marginalized, destitue) my depression lifted and was replaced with concern, compassion, and even urgency.

In cases of boredom, depression affects those who forget to affect others.

So, good book, great lesson, wonderful end to an otherwise mediocre day.

Next up, Jesus for President by... yep. Shane Claiborne (and Chris Haw).

DL

Paperheart

I am a general. A lone general engaging in a war that must be won by 5 o'clock.

Armies flank me on both sides. Armies of books with notes scrawled in them, lying open, pages down, holding the places I searched so painfully for.

My communications officer rests to my left. In the impending doom, I know I won't be receiving any calls. If I do, they will offer no respite.

Ahead lies the task.

"Organize! Create! Arrange! Edit!"

It will all be done by just over 6 hours from now. It has to be.

Oh patron saint of homework, be with me now.

And tell my family I love them.

And maybe American Puerto Ricans, too.

Stuff White People Like.

Kids Should be Scene and Not Heard

I couldn't read this and not repost it:

Mexican Metal Fans Clash with 'Emos'; 28 Arrested, 4
Injured

According to La Crónica de Hoy, several hundred Mexican heavy metal,
"skate punk" and alternative rock fans joined forces last Friday (March 7) in
the in the center of Querétaro, Mexico to confront a group of "emos" (followers
of the "emo" subculture, which is short for "emotional") who regularly use the
city center as a gathering place. Four people were injured and 28 persons were
arrested (22 of them minors) when more than a thousand youths clashed in the
area of Jardín Guerrero, Plaza de Armas (front of the Government
Palace).

Authorities in Mexico are reportedly concerned that similar
incidents could happen in other cities, especially Mexico City, Guadalajara and
Monterrey.

An Internet campaign is reportedly being waged to launch
attacks against "emos" in other parts of the country, with various web postings
portraying emos as "homosexuals" who give a "bad image" to tourists who visit
their towns.




Um... thoughts?

Book 'em Dan-O

Next quarter I have decided that I will be taking 3 courses instead of four, and one will be an online course. I am going to make an attempt at reading a few books that have been on my "to read" list for a very long time.

Among the titles are On the Road by Jack Kerouac and The Prophetic Imagination by Walter Brueggeman. I also want to read some philosophy, and I think this book would be a good starter.

So, that's the goal. I also want to go running, take Latin dance classes (which will likely wait until summer), learn about independent coffee shops, check out Chicago and go to more concerts, all while working more often to help pay down debts.

I'd say that's pretty ambitious.

What's on your to do list?

Leap Day!

When I was younger, I used to think all midgets were born on leap day.

Really, it's true. I tried to figure out why some people were smaller, but still older. My conclusion was that because they only had one birthday every four years, they only grew a little bit. But because they were experiencing life, they were still intellectually growing at a normal rate.

Years later I discoverd I was wrong. If nothing else it shows that critical thinking has always been a part of me.

Soaking in Life

Now, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm talking about soaking your body in a huge bowl of Life cereal.

Okay, that's just what you'd be thinking if you were me.

I, at the present moment, am sitting at my dining room table. I should be in class, but I figured that I could actually get some work done if I skipped it. That, and I'd rather write blogs in my apartment than in class, where I usually write blogs.

In honor of the Oscars, Grammys, and all the other award shows I missed, I'm treating myself. I have in front of me a jar of olives and a pack of sliced mild cheddar cheese. Maybe I'll put a tie on just for the heck of it. But maybe I won't.

Last night I almost cried. For several reasons all at once, but mostly because it started snowing. AGAIN. It just won't stop. I worked until 2 a.m. and had to hope Katie would make it home okay. (She did just fine, although I can tell by her whining that she can't wait for Spring.)

As I was leaving worked I looked around and remembered something: Snow is most beautiful at night. It was super sticky, and incredibly undisturbed as there was no wind to knock it around.

So, instead of going to bed, I went out and took pictures. Why? Because sometimes these are the things that you just have to soak in. Not cry about.

Here's a picture of Narnia.
Even with the hotel in the back, it's gorgeous.

This was an untouched region of pregnant snow. Pregnant? Yes, pregnant.
It gave birth to septuplets.