Who would've thunk?
I'm on the way to Tampa with the fam, and blogging. Crazy phone technology. Certainly will be a short blog.
Been home for a week. A lot less running around than last time, and it's been good. It's always nice to come home.
How's your holiday?
Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
The Whole Earth?
An excerpt from my morning's journal.
"The whole earth is full of His glory."
I've read Isaiah 6 many times. Today, these words jumped out.
The whole earth? Really? What does that mean? Created things? What about broken things? I don't feel like the earth is full of God's glory.
But, the angels seem to think so. I guess they have a different perspective. They say this even as Isaiah is being commissioned to rebuke his people, Israel. Even when God's own people have turned away, when he is at the end of his rope with them, when no one is listening and everything is broken, "the whole earth is full of His glory."
That's an encouraging thought. But, what do I do with it?
- Live in the earth as you would live in His presence.
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How's the Advent season treating you? Or is it not?
What's everyone experiencing this holiday season? Thoughts, feelings, concerns? I'd love to hear!
"The whole earth is full of His glory."
I've read Isaiah 6 many times. Today, these words jumped out.
The whole earth? Really? What does that mean? Created things? What about broken things? I don't feel like the earth is full of God's glory.
But, the angels seem to think so. I guess they have a different perspective. They say this even as Isaiah is being commissioned to rebuke his people, Israel. Even when God's own people have turned away, when he is at the end of his rope with them, when no one is listening and everything is broken, "the whole earth is full of His glory."
That's an encouraging thought. But, what do I do with it?
- Live in the earth as you would live in His presence.
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How's the Advent season treating you? Or is it not?
What's everyone experiencing this holiday season? Thoughts, feelings, concerns? I'd love to hear!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Confession - Christmas Cookies
I thought she had done a good job.
When I was eight years old, I ran down the stairs in my red pajamas with my sister, Veronica. I'm sure my oldest sister Monika was there, too, but my memory places her as the last to get up for Christmas in our teens, so I think I've placed that back on our childhood.
Our first stop was always, of course, the stockings. We've had the same ivory-colored 18" stockings since we were in Spain, which was a looong time. They're more faded now, but hold small trinkets just the same. That year, each of us received a pack of cookies. I got a whole package of chewy Chips Ahoy! I hugged the red container into my red pajamas, as if they would become a part of me.
Knowing my lack of self-control, I gave Veronica very specific instructions: Hide them. I figured if I knew where they were, I would end up eating them all, so it would be best if they were out of sight, out of mind.
She hid the cookies.
For the remainder of the day I played with my new G. I. Joe's. I forgot all about the cookies as we continued on with our Christmas celebration, and eventually, after the sun bid us farewell, I headed off to sleep, another Christmas under my belt.
I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed, and, as I still do today, I put my left arm under my pillow.
*crinkle*
What the...?
I pulled my hand out with the foreign object in its clutches. ... "Wha?"
Yep. Veronica had hid the cookies alright. Under my pillow.
I'm sure you can figure out the rest of the story. After 10 minutes or so, I went from laying in my sheets looking at a package of cookies to laying in crumbs with an empty package of cookies looking at me.
I haven't bought chewy Chips Ahoy! since, but this year I may have to take a walk down memory cookie aisle.
When I was eight years old, I ran down the stairs in my red pajamas with my sister, Veronica. I'm sure my oldest sister Monika was there, too, but my memory places her as the last to get up for Christmas in our teens, so I think I've placed that back on our childhood.
Our first stop was always, of course, the stockings. We've had the same ivory-colored 18" stockings since we were in Spain, which was a looong time. They're more faded now, but hold small trinkets just the same. That year, each of us received a pack of cookies. I got a whole package of chewy Chips Ahoy! I hugged the red container into my red pajamas, as if they would become a part of me.
Knowing my lack of self-control, I gave Veronica very specific instructions: Hide them. I figured if I knew where they were, I would end up eating them all, so it would be best if they were out of sight, out of mind.
She hid the cookies.
For the remainder of the day I played with my new G. I. Joe's. I forgot all about the cookies as we continued on with our Christmas celebration, and eventually, after the sun bid us farewell, I headed off to sleep, another Christmas under my belt.
I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed, and, as I still do today, I put my left arm under my pillow.
*crinkle*
What the...?
I pulled my hand out with the foreign object in its clutches. ... "Wha?"
Yep. Veronica had hid the cookies alright. Under my pillow.
I'm sure you can figure out the rest of the story. After 10 minutes or so, I went from laying in my sheets looking at a package of cookies to laying in crumbs with an empty package of cookies looking at me.
I haven't bought chewy Chips Ahoy! since, but this year I may have to take a walk down memory cookie aisle.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Behold, the best album.
Buy Andrew Peterson's Behold the Lamb of God.
It is hands-down (whatever that means) my favorite Christmas album, ever. It also ranks among my fave top 10 albums I've ever owned. And this year is apparently the 10th anniversary of the original project, and the 5th anniversary for the album's recording.
I saw the tour at the historic Ryman Auditorium in Nashville in 2005. The dim hall with faded seating contrasted the old, old story being told through a vibrant canvas of story and song. If you ever get the chance, go see the tour!
AP is one of my favorite songwriters, ever. His lyrics are amazing. He tells the Christian story like no one I've ever heard, and I love it.
If reading Isaiah isn't for you, I'd listen to this album every day until Christmas to prepare for the coming of Christ. Better yet, do both.
(Did I mention you should buy the album?)
It is hands-down (whatever that means) my favorite Christmas album, ever. It also ranks among my fave top 10 albums I've ever owned. And this year is apparently the 10th anniversary of the original project, and the 5th anniversary for the album's recording.
I saw the tour at the historic Ryman Auditorium in Nashville in 2005. The dim hall with faded seating contrasted the old, old story being told through a vibrant canvas of story and song. If you ever get the chance, go see the tour!
AP is one of my favorite songwriters, ever. His lyrics are amazing. He tells the Christian story like no one I've ever heard, and I love it.
If reading Isaiah isn't for you, I'd listen to this album every day until Christmas to prepare for the coming of Christ. Better yet, do both.
(Did I mention you should buy the album?)
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving - The gift, and the giver.
Today, we are thankful.
The "attitude of gratitude" is highly exalted this time of year. Be thankful for your health, job, family, education, well-being, and everything else. Hey, I'm not gonna knock it. It is definitely good to be thankful.
This weekend, I was reminded that it is easy to be thankful for the gift, but we aren't always thankful for the giver.
So, this Thanksgiving, I'm going to work on my attitude of gratitude. Instead of being thankful just for what I'm receiving, I'm going to be thankful to the one who gives it all.
"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; His love endures forever." - Psalm 136
The "attitude of gratitude" is highly exalted this time of year. Be thankful for your health, job, family, education, well-being, and everything else. Hey, I'm not gonna knock it. It is definitely good to be thankful.
This weekend, I was reminded that it is easy to be thankful for the gift, but we aren't always thankful for the giver.
So, this Thanksgiving, I'm going to work on my attitude of gratitude. Instead of being thankful just for what I'm receiving, I'm going to be thankful to the one who gives it all.
"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; His love endures forever." - Psalm 136
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Something Worth Waiting For
A few days ago, I thought of a friend.
A bad relationship had caught my friend, and showed no sign of letting go. It was easy to see from the outside, but from inside, it must not have looked all that bad.
Of course, when everything seems fine from the inside, there isn't any reason to expect the possibility of something better. If there is any hope that the person will see something new, they need to be given a vision from outside.
Enter the prophet.
Isaiah, for Israel, was the one who saw the bad relationship. He knew that YHWH was the best fit, and that Israel was content with another lover. So, in fine form, he cast a vision for a different future. It's like he said, "What you see isn't all you can get. You think you've got all you could want, but check this out."
This is what Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem:
These words must have been a comfort to Israel, who had been taken captive and shipped off to Babylon. Everyone will be headed home, and the weapons of war will become tools for sowing and reaping. For a people in the middle of war, this kind of hope can only be seen from outside. But more important than ending war, YHWH is calling his people back.
There is good news. This reality will bring a new, healthy relationship.
A bad relationship had caught my friend, and showed no sign of letting go. It was easy to see from the outside, but from inside, it must not have looked all that bad.
Of course, when everything seems fine from the inside, there isn't any reason to expect the possibility of something better. If there is any hope that the person will see something new, they need to be given a vision from outside.
Enter the prophet.
Isaiah, for Israel, was the one who saw the bad relationship. He knew that YHWH was the best fit, and that Israel was content with another lover. So, in fine form, he cast a vision for a different future. It's like he said, "What you see isn't all you can get. You think you've got all you could want, but check this out."
This is what Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem:
In the last days
the mountain of the LORD's temple will be established
as chief among the mountains;
it will be raised above the hills,
and all nations will stream to it.
Many peoples will come and say,
"Come, let us go up to the mountain of the LORD,
to the house of the God of Jacob.
He will teach us his ways,
so that we may walk in his paths."
The law will go out from Zion,
the word of the LORD from Jerusalem.
He will judge between the nations
and will settle disputes for many peoples.
They will beat their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will not take up sword against nation,
nor will they train for war anymore.
Come, O house of Jacob,
let us walk in the light of the LORD.
These words must have been a comfort to Israel, who had been taken captive and shipped off to Babylon. Everyone will be headed home, and the weapons of war will become tools for sowing and reaping. For a people in the middle of war, this kind of hope can only be seen from outside. But more important than ending war, YHWH is calling his people back.
There is good news. This reality will bring a new, healthy relationship.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Surprising
I showed up on my own blog page and didn't know what page I was on.
I guess that's the consequence of seeing the same thing for so long. Eventually, it changes, and you don't even recognize it.
However, I suspect the opposite is worse. Seeing the same thing for so long, and you don't even recognize it. That's how I feel today, thanks to my swim into the Advent Sea.
I picked up my copy of Ancient-Future Time for the first time in about two years today. Well, I picked it up two other times, but it was just to change apartments. Today I began to read it, and I was, of course, reading about Advent. There was plenty going on, but what struck me was the issue of justice.
The Christmas season is all about giving, getting, buying, spending money/time, family, etc. None of that is necessarily bad. Unfortunately, none of it has anything to do with justice, which is a large part of what the Advent season is about. The prophet Isaiah tells the people of Israel, "Hey, your sacrifices aren't what God wants. He wants justice."
That's hitting me today. More than my Sunday services, book studies, class work, sermon preparation, band practices, or whatever else I can give, God wants justice.
I guess that's the consequence of seeing the same thing for so long. Eventually, it changes, and you don't even recognize it.
However, I suspect the opposite is worse. Seeing the same thing for so long, and you don't even recognize it. That's how I feel today, thanks to my swim into the Advent Sea.
I picked up my copy of Ancient-Future Time for the first time in about two years today. Well, I picked it up two other times, but it was just to change apartments. Today I began to read it, and I was, of course, reading about Advent. There was plenty going on, but what struck me was the issue of justice.
The Christmas season is all about giving, getting, buying, spending money/time, family, etc. None of that is necessarily bad. Unfortunately, none of it has anything to do with justice, which is a large part of what the Advent season is about. The prophet Isaiah tells the people of Israel, "Hey, your sacrifices aren't what God wants. He wants justice."
That's hitting me today. More than my Sunday services, book studies, class work, sermon preparation, band practices, or whatever else I can give, God wants justice.
"The multitude of your sacrifices—
what are they to me?" says the LORD.
"I have more than enough of burnt offerings,
of rams and the fat of fattened animals;
I have no pleasure
in the blood of bulls and lambs and goats.
When you come to appear before me,
who has asked this of you,
this trampling of my courts?
Stop bringing meaningless offerings!
Your incense is detestable to me.
New Moons, Sabbaths and convocations—
I cannot bear your evil assemblies.
Your New Moon festivals and your appointed feasts
my soul hates.
They have become a burden to me;
I am weary of bearing them.
When you spread out your hands in prayer,
I will hide my eyes from you;
even if you offer many prayers,
I will not listen.
Your hands are full of blood;
wash and make yourselves clean.
Take your evil deeds
out of my sight!
Stop doing wrong,
learn to do right!
Seek justice,
encourage the oppressed.
Defend the cause of the fatherless,
plead the case of the widow.
Monday, November 23, 2009
It's coming.
It's my favorite time of the year.
Sure, for many people Christmas-time is their favorite. And why not? A break from all the normal hustle and bustle to be hustled and bustled by family and friends? That's not so bad. There are all the once-a-year cookies, pies, magic cookie bars, coquito (or egg nog, if that's your culture), lights, sounds, smells, tastes, and the feeling of brisk cold along each part of your skin.
This, for the five senses, is the most wonderful time of the year.
I'm glad that this year, like last, I'm not working retail/sales. In years past much of the joy that should surround the season was torn away and cast aside like wrapping paper due to my position in Christmas commerce. This year I'll be able to avoid the preoccupation with shopping and gifts, which I'm glad for.
I don't want to sound like a Grinch. (Given the choice between that and a seasick crocodile, I'd pick the seasick crocodile.) I'm a fan of gifts and sharing family time together, especially after seeing my nephew this past year take so much joy in it, and being able to see the family I really only see once a year. What makes me sad about the gift thing is it distracts from the season of Advent - the season of anticipation.
Some are waiting for Christmas morning, wondering what gift might be under the tree.
Some are waiting for those days when family will all be home.
Some are waiting for classes to end, and a much needed break.
But those waiting for the first Christmas were anticipating something else. They were anticipating liberation, the end of an old order, and the start of something completely different.
I hope to explore this theme of anticipation this year, and I hope to keep you along on the journey.
"Restore us, o LORD God Almighty;
make your face shine upon us,
that we may be saved."
Sure, for many people Christmas-time is their favorite. And why not? A break from all the normal hustle and bustle to be hustled and bustled by family and friends? That's not so bad. There are all the once-a-year cookies, pies, magic cookie bars, coquito (or egg nog, if that's your culture), lights, sounds, smells, tastes, and the feeling of brisk cold along each part of your skin.
This, for the five senses, is the most wonderful time of the year.
I'm glad that this year, like last, I'm not working retail/sales. In years past much of the joy that should surround the season was torn away and cast aside like wrapping paper due to my position in Christmas commerce. This year I'll be able to avoid the preoccupation with shopping and gifts, which I'm glad for.
I don't want to sound like a Grinch. (Given the choice between that and a seasick crocodile, I'd pick the seasick crocodile.) I'm a fan of gifts and sharing family time together, especially after seeing my nephew this past year take so much joy in it, and being able to see the family I really only see once a year. What makes me sad about the gift thing is it distracts from the season of Advent - the season of anticipation.
Some are waiting for Christmas morning, wondering what gift might be under the tree.
Some are waiting for those days when family will all be home.
Some are waiting for classes to end, and a much needed break.
But those waiting for the first Christmas were anticipating something else. They were anticipating liberation, the end of an old order, and the start of something completely different.
I hope to explore this theme of anticipation this year, and I hope to keep you along on the journey.
"Restore us, o LORD God Almighty;
make your face shine upon us,
that we may be saved."
Friday, November 20, 2009
Plotting my escape.
It's the "I've gotta get outta here" feeling.
And I've got it.
How long has it been since I left Chicagoland? As far as I can gather, it's been three months.
It feels like forever.
What is it that makes us want to get up and go? Too much familiar? Innate cabin fever? Tiring routine? Discontent? Fear of contentment? Or maybe a little of columns A through L.
Anybody got any trips planned? I'm plotting my escape.
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o.0
****
That's a weird little dude...
And I've got it.
How long has it been since I left Chicagoland? As far as I can gather, it's been three months.
It feels like forever.
What is it that makes us want to get up and go? Too much familiar? Innate cabin fever? Tiring routine? Discontent? Fear of contentment? Or maybe a little of columns A through L.
Anybody got any trips planned? I'm plotting my escape.
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o.0
****
That's a weird little dude...
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Busy Busy B
And now, in alphabetical order, why am I so busy?
Band! We played a show last Saturday night at Martyr's. It was so fun! Can't wait for Dudeypalooza 2010!
Cooking. Well, Monday nights we cook. It takes a touch more time than making a sandwich. It's great, though. Community dinners should be a standard practice in the world.
Living Hope has given me plenty of work to do. I should say "work," because I love it all. Worship leading and college ministry are very different than serving tables.
School is rockin me. And it's not even because I've spent a ton of time on it. It's more that I need to spend more time, and I'm not. So it's a weight on me.
Uncle Julio's is taking the energy I wish I had for other things. It is paying the bills, though. I can't complain. I'm glad to have a job. (I suggest the website. You'll get some nice Mariachi music!)
And there you have it. It's good stuff.
What's been keeping you busy?
Band! We played a show last Saturday night at Martyr's. It was so fun! Can't wait for Dudeypalooza 2010!
Cooking. Well, Monday nights we cook. It takes a touch more time than making a sandwich. It's great, though. Community dinners should be a standard practice in the world.
Living Hope has given me plenty of work to do. I should say "work," because I love it all. Worship leading and college ministry are very different than serving tables.
School is rockin me. And it's not even because I've spent a ton of time on it. It's more that I need to spend more time, and I'm not. So it's a weight on me.
Uncle Julio's is taking the energy I wish I had for other things. It is paying the bills, though. I can't complain. I'm glad to have a job. (I suggest the website. You'll get some nice Mariachi music!)
And there you have it. It's good stuff.
What's been keeping you busy?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Duduk
You never know when you might need a new instrument.
That's why I look on Craig's List every once in a while. I like to scan through and see if there's a random great deal on anything. I've almost bought several drum kits, but living in an apartment means that even at a great deal, I won't be playing them.
Today I ran across a duduk (doodook). I had never heard of one before, so I looked it up on YouTube. It's got a very melancholy sound, but I enjoy it. The sad thing is that it was like $90, and I just don't have that.
Do you enjoy the duduk?
That's why I look on Craig's List every once in a while. I like to scan through and see if there's a random great deal on anything. I've almost bought several drum kits, but living in an apartment means that even at a great deal, I won't be playing them.
Today I ran across a duduk (doodook). I had never heard of one before, so I looked it up on YouTube. It's got a very melancholy sound, but I enjoy it. The sad thing is that it was like $90, and I just don't have that.
Do you enjoy the duduk?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Celebrating Sweetest Day
Happy Sweetest Day.
It isn't so bad, really. It's another day for somebody's somebody to get a gift and be appreciated. This was apparently a ploy to sell more candy anyway, so can non-sweetests really be too upset? I think not.
The good news is that those who aren't somebody's somebody, but rather they are nobody's somebody, can still celebrate. It's true!
I am choosing to celebrate Sweetest Day by wearing all of my sweetest clothes! My Canada hat, snap down shirt, "Marriage is worth fighting for" tee, pinstripe blue pants, and grandpa shoes. And the sweetest part? I don't have anyone to tell me none of them match at all.
I only wish there were some sort of catchy lyric for Sweetest Day that echoes the finely crafted sentiment of Chris Hall's "The Real Thing": "I understand what today is, and I'm valenfine."
Any contributors?
It isn't so bad, really. It's another day for somebody's somebody to get a gift and be appreciated. This was apparently a ploy to sell more candy anyway, so can non-sweetests really be too upset? I think not.
The good news is that those who aren't somebody's somebody, but rather they are nobody's somebody, can still celebrate. It's true!
I am choosing to celebrate Sweetest Day by wearing all of my sweetest clothes! My Canada hat, snap down shirt, "Marriage is worth fighting for" tee, pinstripe blue pants, and grandpa shoes. And the sweetest part? I don't have anyone to tell me none of them match at all.
I only wish there were some sort of catchy lyric for Sweetest Day that echoes the finely crafted sentiment of Chris Hall's "The Real Thing": "I understand what today is, and I'm valenfine."
Any contributors?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Dining Out: An exercise in egocentrism
Is it OK for a server to talk about oneself at a table?
I don't remember what spawned the thought, but I had it. Is it appropriate for me to discuss my own life with my tables?
Typically the answer is no, and the reason is this: People aren't coming out only for food; they are coming out to enjoy an evening that is all about them. They don't have to shop, cook, clean, get more drinks, anything. They are there to be served, hence, servers.
So, because the evening is all about them, it is a profoundly egocentric event.
Now, I can't complain too much about this. Last night, I planned on challenging this theory. I thought that maybe I would try to make it more of a dialogue than them being the conversation holders and I merely the recipient, ready with a smile on my face to field whatever they threw at me.
My first table, however, was a birthday. Melissa was turning 25. I'm a fan of birthdays, so I figured I'd make sure to serve the table as best as I could.
That is when I had my realization: the egocentric table really is okay. Here's why: As much as the dinner focuses on the table, it is an exchange. Their expectation is to have the night be all about them. My expectation is to make bank. And I found that after I spent all my energy on my tables last night, I made enough money to make it all worth it.
So, really, serving is an exercise in egocentrism just as much as dining out is. It's just that mine is displaced. I'm "serving" others, but really, it's for me.
Thoughts?
I don't remember what spawned the thought, but I had it. Is it appropriate for me to discuss my own life with my tables?
Typically the answer is no, and the reason is this: People aren't coming out only for food; they are coming out to enjoy an evening that is all about them. They don't have to shop, cook, clean, get more drinks, anything. They are there to be served, hence, servers.
So, because the evening is all about them, it is a profoundly egocentric event.
Now, I can't complain too much about this. Last night, I planned on challenging this theory. I thought that maybe I would try to make it more of a dialogue than them being the conversation holders and I merely the recipient, ready with a smile on my face to field whatever they threw at me.
My first table, however, was a birthday. Melissa was turning 25. I'm a fan of birthdays, so I figured I'd make sure to serve the table as best as I could.
That is when I had my realization: the egocentric table really is okay. Here's why: As much as the dinner focuses on the table, it is an exchange. Their expectation is to have the night be all about them. My expectation is to make bank. And I found that after I spent all my energy on my tables last night, I made enough money to make it all worth it.
So, really, serving is an exercise in egocentrism just as much as dining out is. It's just that mine is displaced. I'm "serving" others, but really, it's for me.
Thoughts?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
LOGOS - More than words.
Seminary : reading as surviving : eating.*
I received an email from a friend today which made me take a second look, especially since the subject was "scholarship." Seeing as I am barely making bills right now, I had to check it out.
I was sent to a site that gives the opportunity for winning a seminary scholarship just for watching a video presentation for Logos bible software. I was like, "Great. An ad for something. That's original." So, I turned it on, half-intending to let it run, walk away, and then return after it was over to fill out the scholarship app.
Surprisingly, I watched the whole thing, and wouldn't you know that it's actually a tempting purchase? It's like a billion reference books for super cheap (when compared to individual book pricing). For a student, or any reader, it's hard to pass up books. Especially books I don't have to move every time I change apartments. And it actually looks like it'd save me time doing research. Blasted useful purchases! Seriously, though. I'm not a big fan of going to the library, so it'd be way easier to have my library with me as I sit in a fave cafe.
Considering I need oral surgery some time in the near future, my Logos purchase will be delayed. But maybe I'll win the scholarship, be able to afford the dental work sooner, and then get myself a sweet digital library.
If you're a sem student, or just want some references, I'd say check it out.
*VJ or Lauren G, you'll have to let me know if my analogies are right.
I received an email from a friend today which made me take a second look, especially since the subject was "scholarship." Seeing as I am barely making bills right now, I had to check it out.
I was sent to a site that gives the opportunity for winning a seminary scholarship just for watching a video presentation for Logos bible software. I was like, "Great. An ad for something. That's original." So, I turned it on, half-intending to let it run, walk away, and then return after it was over to fill out the scholarship app.
Surprisingly, I watched the whole thing, and wouldn't you know that it's actually a tempting purchase? It's like a billion reference books for super cheap (when compared to individual book pricing). For a student, or any reader, it's hard to pass up books. Especially books I don't have to move every time I change apartments. And it actually looks like it'd save me time doing research. Blasted useful purchases! Seriously, though. I'm not a big fan of going to the library, so it'd be way easier to have my library with me as I sit in a fave cafe.
Considering I need oral surgery some time in the near future, my Logos purchase will be delayed. But maybe I'll win the scholarship, be able to afford the dental work sooner, and then get myself a sweet digital library.
If you're a sem student, or just want some references, I'd say check it out.
*VJ or Lauren G, you'll have to let me know if my analogies are right.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Planning vs. Making too much
I suggest we call "leftovers" by a new name: "alreadymades".
Example: "What are we having for dinner?"
"Oh, some alreadymades. They're in the fridge."
Example: "What are we having for dinner?"
"Oh, some alreadymades. They're in the fridge."
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
@notontwitter
Has anyone else noticed the crazy amount of Twitter language going on?
It's everywhere. Everyone tweets. I don't even care.
However, I figure that if you don't know why people are putting @ in front of names, and # in front of words, I could help fill you in.
@johndoe - this tags John Doe.
#kentacohut - this, from what I can gather, tags a subject.*
I could be wrong about any of that, but I think it's right. Please correct me if I am in error.
Also, classes started again! It's about time.
*kentacohut is the matchbox name for the building which contains KFC, Taco Bell, and Pizza Hut.
It's everywhere. Everyone tweets. I don't even care.
However, I figure that if you don't know why people are putting @ in front of names, and # in front of words, I could help fill you in.
@johndoe - this tags John Doe.
#kentacohut - this, from what I can gather, tags a subject.*
I could be wrong about any of that, but I think it's right. Please correct me if I am in error.
Also, classes started again! It's about time.
*kentacohut is the matchbox name for the building which contains KFC, Taco Bell, and Pizza Hut.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Spagno Cafe - Now Open!
I love local restaurants.
Last week as I was making my normal errand route, one that strategically only necessitates right-hand turns, I saw a "Now Open!" sign on Roosevelt. It looked like a bagel shop from what I could tell. I love breakfast, and while Einstein Bagel Co. is tasty, the vibe in the store on 22nd is not inviting, so I don't like to go there. And Panera is kinda played out.
I made it a point to stop in to that new cafe today. I almost missed it completely, but instead I just missed it a little bit, passing it by one strip-mall's length. The hunger pangs necessitated my completion of this mission, so I about-faced and landed myself right in front of the little shop. When I walked in, I was greeted by a very comfortable looking dining area, fit with tables and booths, and a smiling woman at the register, Susanna.*
After a bit of chit-chat I glanced up at the varietous menu above, and saw exactly what I didn't know I had come for: Banana Nut Pancakes. $6 seemed reasonable for a good breakfast, so I shelled it out in hopeful anticipation. I perused the menu as my morning meal was prepared, and it looked really good! Paninis, hot and cold sandwiches, burgers, pasta, and myriad breakfast options make this a place with great potential, and the pricing is from $5-7. Not bad!
When my breakfast came out, I was delightfully surprised: three large pancakes, layered with bananas, complimented with both butter and whipped cream on the side, and a delicate pitcher of delicious syrup. I stared for a moment, thanked God for pancakes and bananas, sang a Jack Johnson song, and took my first bite. So good! Seriously, they were really, really good.
When I finished eating (there was still half left, which I boxed up), I thanked Susanna and her Albanian/Glen Ellynian helper Nas for the delicious food, and said I'd be back. School's starting, they're open from 6am - 10pm, and they have wi-fi. And since they're equipped with all of the hot beverages you'd want from a cafe I'm sure I'll be enjoying tea, coffee that is made to not taste like coffee anymore, and hot cocoa for those days where I'd rather prepare for a nap than study.
My recommendation: Check it out!
Spagno Cafe
621 E Roosevelt Rd
Lombard, IL 60148
What's your fave local spot, and why?
*I'm fairly certain it was Susanna, but I don't trust my memory for names. I just remember it kinda rhymed with "Dan".
Last week as I was making my normal errand route, one that strategically only necessitates right-hand turns, I saw a "Now Open!" sign on Roosevelt. It looked like a bagel shop from what I could tell. I love breakfast, and while Einstein Bagel Co. is tasty, the vibe in the store on 22nd is not inviting, so I don't like to go there. And Panera is kinda played out.
I made it a point to stop in to that new cafe today. I almost missed it completely, but instead I just missed it a little bit, passing it by one strip-mall's length. The hunger pangs necessitated my completion of this mission, so I about-faced and landed myself right in front of the little shop. When I walked in, I was greeted by a very comfortable looking dining area, fit with tables and booths, and a smiling woman at the register, Susanna.*
After a bit of chit-chat I glanced up at the varietous menu above, and saw exactly what I didn't know I had come for: Banana Nut Pancakes. $6 seemed reasonable for a good breakfast, so I shelled it out in hopeful anticipation. I perused the menu as my morning meal was prepared, and it looked really good! Paninis, hot and cold sandwiches, burgers, pasta, and myriad breakfast options make this a place with great potential, and the pricing is from $5-7. Not bad!
When my breakfast came out, I was delightfully surprised: three large pancakes, layered with bananas, complimented with both butter and whipped cream on the side, and a delicate pitcher of delicious syrup. I stared for a moment, thanked God for pancakes and bananas, sang a Jack Johnson song, and took my first bite. So good! Seriously, they were really, really good.
When I finished eating (there was still half left, which I boxed up), I thanked Susanna and her Albanian/Glen Ellynian helper Nas for the delicious food, and said I'd be back. School's starting, they're open from 6am - 10pm, and they have wi-fi. And since they're equipped with all of the hot beverages you'd want from a cafe I'm sure I'll be enjoying tea, coffee that is made to not taste like coffee anymore, and hot cocoa for those days where I'd rather prepare for a nap than study.
My recommendation: Check it out!
Spagno Cafe
621 E Roosevelt Rd
Lombard, IL 60148
What's your fave local spot, and why?
*I'm fairly certain it was Susanna, but I don't trust my memory for names. I just remember it kinda rhymed with "Dan".
Monday, September 14, 2009
Self-Betterment
I had no idea what he was talking about.
But that's kind of the point when you go to a conference. You expect someone to fill you in on a lot of information that you've never gotten before, and by the end, you have a new perspective, and perhaps renewed passion.
This past weekend I attended Backthird Audio's first ever songwriting conference. This sweet little studio/community art spot is working at building relationships between artists and community, and I think they're doing a great job.
This past weekend, they had a big-time publisher, John Somethingorother, from EMI CMG publishing talk all about how to target a market, serve your audience, pitch songs, split a deal with someone else, the value of co-writing, and much, much more. I was affirmed in what I originally thought: I have so far to go as a songwriter that it's ridiculous. But that's good, because it's one of my favorite hobbies. No stress, just an outlet.
I know a lot of people who don't seem to be working toward anything, or don't have any hobbies or outside pursuits, except, say, work. I constantly say that work is not my life, and I was glad to be able to do something to help enrich my craft this week.
What is something you'd love to pursue more?
But that's kind of the point when you go to a conference. You expect someone to fill you in on a lot of information that you've never gotten before, and by the end, you have a new perspective, and perhaps renewed passion.
This past weekend I attended Backthird Audio's first ever songwriting conference. This sweet little studio/community art spot is working at building relationships between artists and community, and I think they're doing a great job.
This past weekend, they had a big-time publisher, John Somethingorother, from EMI CMG publishing talk all about how to target a market, serve your audience, pitch songs, split a deal with someone else, the value of co-writing, and much, much more. I was affirmed in what I originally thought: I have so far to go as a songwriter that it's ridiculous. But that's good, because it's one of my favorite hobbies. No stress, just an outlet.
I know a lot of people who don't seem to be working toward anything, or don't have any hobbies or outside pursuits, except, say, work. I constantly say that work is not my life, and I was glad to be able to do something to help enrich my craft this week.
What is something you'd love to pursue more?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Nice Afternoon
Eating frozen pizza, drinking a Sam Adams Octoberfest, and planning worship for Sunday.
That's a good day.
That's a good day.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
By Noon. And... grout?
Today has been amazingly productive.
I woke up at 7:30 with no alarm. I figured I was done sleeping. I got up, and realized my new room was a bit disheveled. So, I cleaned it up. Then, I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom of our old apartment, and got rid of everything else that was left up there. Done.
Cleaning that up motivated me to take out the recycling and garbage. Always a good thing. Then, I decided to continue reading in Matthew's Gospel. I've been enjoying the Sermon on the Mount one bit at a time, and I'm finding it both refreshing and challenging. From there I prayed for the college students at church, then made an MIA list for those I haven't seen in a while. Two of which I've already gotten ahold of. I also read and responded to emails regarding a friend's potential recording project coming up in the next few months, and checked out the progress on a current project of another friend.
Finally, I worked at my school schedule until it was hammered out as best as possible, which has needed attention for some time now.
All before noon.
Still to do: eat something.
I realized I was getting hungry at about 8:30, while I was cleaning the bathroom. The tiles were a little, um... gross. So, I scrubbed with the powdery cleaner stuff and with some sort of scrubbing device with a nice ergonomic handle in order to get all of the discoloration out of the grout.
It was then that I had this question:
Instead of working so hard at making products to help us clean the grout between the tiles of the shower, why don't they just make walls of showers that don't have little spaces to get dirty?
It seems so simple. How many other little things like that are normative for us, but we just don't realize that they're kind of dumb? Probably a lot.
Lunch at noon is probably not one of those things, so off I go to find something delicious.
I woke up at 7:30 with no alarm. I figured I was done sleeping. I got up, and realized my new room was a bit disheveled. So, I cleaned it up. Then, I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom of our old apartment, and got rid of everything else that was left up there. Done.
Cleaning that up motivated me to take out the recycling and garbage. Always a good thing. Then, I decided to continue reading in Matthew's Gospel. I've been enjoying the Sermon on the Mount one bit at a time, and I'm finding it both refreshing and challenging. From there I prayed for the college students at church, then made an MIA list for those I haven't seen in a while. Two of which I've already gotten ahold of. I also read and responded to emails regarding a friend's potential recording project coming up in the next few months, and checked out the progress on a current project of another friend.
Finally, I worked at my school schedule until it was hammered out as best as possible, which has needed attention for some time now.
All before noon.
Still to do: eat something.
I realized I was getting hungry at about 8:30, while I was cleaning the bathroom. The tiles were a little, um... gross. So, I scrubbed with the powdery cleaner stuff and with some sort of scrubbing device with a nice ergonomic handle in order to get all of the discoloration out of the grout.
It was then that I had this question:
Instead of working so hard at making products to help us clean the grout between the tiles of the shower, why don't they just make walls of showers that don't have little spaces to get dirty?
It seems so simple. How many other little things like that are normative for us, but we just don't realize that they're kind of dumb? Probably a lot.
Lunch at noon is probably not one of those things, so off I go to find something delicious.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Moving On? Out? In? Down?
Yes. All of those.
Today I moved much of my stuff out of my apartment, down two floors, into my new room.
And it's all a symbol of moving on. Many others in this building have moved. Moving into a new room gives me the feeling, as Rach said, that I don't see them because I moved, not because they moved. It's a nice way to avoid that abandonment feeling.
The only downside to this whole process was that I've been sick all day. It started at approximately 4pm yesterday, and picked up speed. By 10pm yesterday it had hit full on, and I've been coping all day. Moving and illness are a poor combo, let me tell you.
Thankfully, my wonderful neighbors helped us move stuff, and then invited the three of us roomies over for a home-cooked meal! That is what I love about this community. People just give.
The next few days will be used to finish removing the upstairs stuff, and re-moving it, as I did a year ago, to another room where it will be organized for, maybe 12 months, and then moved again.
I have lived in a different room every year for the past six.
What about you?
Today I moved much of my stuff out of my apartment, down two floors, into my new room.
And it's all a symbol of moving on. Many others in this building have moved. Moving into a new room gives me the feeling, as Rach said, that I don't see them because I moved, not because they moved. It's a nice way to avoid that abandonment feeling.
The only downside to this whole process was that I've been sick all day. It started at approximately 4pm yesterday, and picked up speed. By 10pm yesterday it had hit full on, and I've been coping all day. Moving and illness are a poor combo, let me tell you.
Thankfully, my wonderful neighbors helped us move stuff, and then invited the three of us roomies over for a home-cooked meal! That is what I love about this community. People just give.
The next few days will be used to finish removing the upstairs stuff, and re-moving it, as I did a year ago, to another room where it will be organized for, maybe 12 months, and then moved again.
I have lived in a different room every year for the past six.
What about you?
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Double Jeopardy
Tonight, both my life and my job may have been put in danger.
First, my life.
Since Katie is not feeling well I need to walk to work. The three minutes of sun, drizzle, breeze, or absolute darkness aren't so bad.
Unless there are coyotes.
Tonight I was taking my normal stroll, and up ahead of me on the path was, yes, a coyote. It was running, then it stopped, and stared straight in my direction as I was walking toward it. I am unsure of the likelihood that a coyote would attack a human in the suburbs, but I'd like to think it is high. Especially since I smelled like Mexican food, which coyotes love.
What could I do? I didn't want to try to walk toward it and hope it would ignore me, like I would to a goose. Nor did I want to walk away, for fear that the trip back into the overshadowed path would encourage it to try and eat me. So, I reached into the recesses of my past, and remembered the last experience I had with suburban coyotes.
That night, outside of my pastor's house, my friend Mary Beth (a native Arizonian) and I were outside and confronted by suburban coyotes, albeit at a distance. I freaked out, but not MB. She started stamping and clapping and yelling, "Ay ay ay ay!" (Read it more like a long "a" sound than a Mexican fiesta chant, which would likely have attracted the coyotes.) The wild beasts ran away, and we were safe.
So, I imitated my Arizonian amiga. I stamped my feet, and I clapped my hands. I didn't yell, though. I figured I'd save a little more gusto in case it started running at me and I needed to surprise it. And, you know what happened? It ran away. Instead of eating my face, it ran away. And I made it home safely.
Now, my job.
A dessert had been placed upon a tray, ready to be carried out to a table, when a small piece of said dessert fell off of the plate, and onto the tray. This small bite would obviously have been thrown away, so a coworker standing by eyed it, looked at me, and then eyed it again. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "If you're gonna eat it, don't be sneaky about it. That justs looks suspicious. Just eat it."
Him: "You think so?"
"It's just gonna get thrown away. Whatever, man."
As he ate it, a manager saw him and totally called him out on it. Like, seriously.
Panic struck.
Later on, as I was leaving work, I told said manager the story, that it had fallen off the plate, and that I had peer pressured him into it. He wasn't just flippantly eating off of people's plates. In fact, he would never do such a thing. The response was that he could potentially have lost his job for that. I said it was probably more my peer pressure than him just eating food.
The response? It was something like, "Ok. Good night."
That did not sound promising.
First, my life.
Since Katie is not feeling well I need to walk to work. The three minutes of sun, drizzle, breeze, or absolute darkness aren't so bad.
Unless there are coyotes.
Tonight I was taking my normal stroll, and up ahead of me on the path was, yes, a coyote. It was running, then it stopped, and stared straight in my direction as I was walking toward it. I am unsure of the likelihood that a coyote would attack a human in the suburbs, but I'd like to think it is high. Especially since I smelled like Mexican food, which coyotes love.
What could I do? I didn't want to try to walk toward it and hope it would ignore me, like I would to a goose. Nor did I want to walk away, for fear that the trip back into the overshadowed path would encourage it to try and eat me. So, I reached into the recesses of my past, and remembered the last experience I had with suburban coyotes.
That night, outside of my pastor's house, my friend Mary Beth (a native Arizonian) and I were outside and confronted by suburban coyotes, albeit at a distance. I freaked out, but not MB. She started stamping and clapping and yelling, "Ay ay ay ay!" (Read it more like a long "a" sound than a Mexican fiesta chant, which would likely have attracted the coyotes.) The wild beasts ran away, and we were safe.
So, I imitated my Arizonian amiga. I stamped my feet, and I clapped my hands. I didn't yell, though. I figured I'd save a little more gusto in case it started running at me and I needed to surprise it. And, you know what happened? It ran away. Instead of eating my face, it ran away. And I made it home safely.
Now, my job.
A dessert had been placed upon a tray, ready to be carried out to a table, when a small piece of said dessert fell off of the plate, and onto the tray. This small bite would obviously have been thrown away, so a coworker standing by eyed it, looked at me, and then eyed it again. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "If you're gonna eat it, don't be sneaky about it. That justs looks suspicious. Just eat it."
Him: "You think so?"
"It's just gonna get thrown away. Whatever, man."
As he ate it, a manager saw him and totally called him out on it. Like, seriously.
Panic struck.
Later on, as I was leaving work, I told said manager the story, that it had fallen off the plate, and that I had peer pressured him into it. He wasn't just flippantly eating off of people's plates. In fact, he would never do such a thing. The response was that he could potentially have lost his job for that. I said it was probably more my peer pressure than him just eating food.
The response? It was something like, "Ok. Good night."
That did not sound promising.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Katie's Down
If she were a Honda, I would say she broke on her own accord.
Katie Corolla is down for a bit. I was driving and heard something snaptacular in the engine. Like any dude would do, I pulled over and popped the hood, as if I knew what I should be looking for. The engine was still there, so I got back in and continued my 15 minute trip down the freeway.
When I arrived at my friend's house I again popped the hood, got on Google, and tried to figure out why (a) my battery light was on, and (b) why my power steering was out. Turned out it was because (c) my alternator belt had broken. That explained the snapping noise under the hood.
So, I stayed overnight and fixed the belt the next morning. I felt like such a dude. I can fix cars! That's something that automatically makes a guy feel especially manly.
Just as quickly as it was fixed, nay, even quicker, something else went wrong. The crankshaft pulley (aka wheel connected to the engine that makes all the belts go) fell off. Yeah, that's right. It just fell off. All the belts came loose.
Great.
One step forward, two steps back.
I can't fix that without the tools, so now I've got to have it towed to a shop. La-a-ame.
There are lessons to be learned here:
1. Anyone can fix cars. I mean, if I can, you can.
2. Always have a snack handy in case you get stuck somewhere.
3. No matter how good you feel about something, there's something else that will humble you right after.
Katie Corolla is down for a bit. I was driving and heard something snaptacular in the engine. Like any dude would do, I pulled over and popped the hood, as if I knew what I should be looking for. The engine was still there, so I got back in and continued my 15 minute trip down the freeway.
When I arrived at my friend's house I again popped the hood, got on Google, and tried to figure out why (a) my battery light was on, and (b) why my power steering was out. Turned out it was because (c) my alternator belt had broken. That explained the snapping noise under the hood.
So, I stayed overnight and fixed the belt the next morning. I felt like such a dude. I can fix cars! That's something that automatically makes a guy feel especially manly.
Just as quickly as it was fixed, nay, even quicker, something else went wrong. The crankshaft pulley (aka wheel connected to the engine that makes all the belts go) fell off. Yeah, that's right. It just fell off. All the belts came loose.
Great.
One step forward, two steps back.
I can't fix that without the tools, so now I've got to have it towed to a shop. La-a-ame.
There are lessons to be learned here:
1. Anyone can fix cars. I mean, if I can, you can.
2. Always have a snack handy in case you get stuck somewhere.
3. No matter how good you feel about something, there's something else that will humble you right after.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Windows Updates? Crap-tastic.
I seriously think that Windows updates its programs to fail.
Seriously.
Media Player used to work fine. Then I downloaded the "upgrade" after months of avoiding it, and now it sucks. Piece of poop.
I think they are intentionally crashing computers so we think they got "old." Then we'll go buy new ones.
Freakin jerks.
Seriously.
Media Player used to work fine. Then I downloaded the "upgrade" after months of avoiding it, and now it sucks. Piece of poop.
I think they are intentionally crashing computers so we think they got "old." Then we'll go buy new ones.
Freakin jerks.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Let It Rock, Wilson Hall
I never thought I would be proud of Wilson Hall.
Check these.
First, three guys from Wilson Hall at Judson (my alma mater) make a silly video.
Then, some girls at Liberty University decide to one up them.
They obviously had no idea what kind of ridiculous ambition and tenacity Wilson has.
It leaves a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. I lived in Wilson for a year, then became an RA in the "rival" dorm, Lindner. I always said the Wilson/Lindner rivalry was like the White Sox/Cubs one: Sox fans hate Cubs fans, and Cubs fans don't know there's another team in Chicago. Replace "Sox fans" with "Wilson", "Cubs fans" with "Lindner", and "Chicago" with "Judson", and you've pretty much got a feel of the situation.
It wouldn't have been so bad except that residents, student leaders, and RA's took it to a point that was more personal than it was spirited, and it actually hurt more than it helped. At least for me. I have a bitterness toward the hall, which is hard to get over.
Even still, if every college student at least had the opportunity to participate in something like this video (just one of the many exciting ventures WH residents may enjoy), I think they will have a more fulfilling college experience. And that, there, is the sweetness.
Check these.
First, three guys from Wilson Hall at Judson (my alma mater) make a silly video.
Then, some girls at Liberty University decide to one up them.
They obviously had no idea what kind of ridiculous ambition and tenacity Wilson has.
It leaves a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. I lived in Wilson for a year, then became an RA in the "rival" dorm, Lindner. I always said the Wilson/Lindner rivalry was like the White Sox/Cubs one: Sox fans hate Cubs fans, and Cubs fans don't know there's another team in Chicago. Replace "Sox fans" with "Wilson", "Cubs fans" with "Lindner", and "Chicago" with "Judson", and you've pretty much got a feel of the situation.
It wouldn't have been so bad except that residents, student leaders, and RA's took it to a point that was more personal than it was spirited, and it actually hurt more than it helped. At least for me. I have a bitterness toward the hall, which is hard to get over.
Even still, if every college student at least had the opportunity to participate in something like this video (just one of the many exciting ventures WH residents may enjoy), I think they will have a more fulfilling college experience. And that, there, is the sweetness.
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Leaving Florida
It's already gone.
Seriously, this has been one of the fastest weeks of my life. I can't believe I just spent 8 days across the country. I feel like two days ago I was getting my bearings driving around these sometimes familiar roads. Now I'm leaving.
I would tell you all about my trip and post pictures and all that, but I'm not one for typing about trips, nor did I take any pictures. (My camera decided it had had enough of this cruel existence.)
Briefly, though, I spent time with my family and lots of friends, played music, and was here for my nephew's 2nd birthday. Exciting!
Back to schedules, normalcy, and the familiar.
I only wish I could take my bed with me.
Seriously, this has been one of the fastest weeks of my life. I can't believe I just spent 8 days across the country. I feel like two days ago I was getting my bearings driving around these sometimes familiar roads. Now I'm leaving.
I would tell you all about my trip and post pictures and all that, but I'm not one for typing about trips, nor did I take any pictures. (My camera decided it had had enough of this cruel existence.)
Briefly, though, I spent time with my family and lots of friends, played music, and was here for my nephew's 2nd birthday. Exciting!
Back to schedules, normalcy, and the familiar.
I only wish I could take my bed with me.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Joy in Community
Today has been pretty great.
I spent some quality time with a great friend, and was able to bless and be blessed in the process. A little time, plus a little vulnerability, equals authentic relationships.
Before that happened, I had a hallmate randomly come over and give our apartment ice cream. Cookie dough ice cream! I was so happy. And now I am going to go eat some.
I love community.
I spent some quality time with a great friend, and was able to bless and be blessed in the process. A little time, plus a little vulnerability, equals authentic relationships.
Before that happened, I had a hallmate randomly come over and give our apartment ice cream. Cookie dough ice cream! I was so happy. And now I am going to go eat some.
I love community.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Reason: Men's Apprehension
I didn't have any confidence issues.
Before.
Saturday night after work I went with some friends to Antipasto, a bar/venue with a live band, Los Bandaleros, that was really fun. Being a Latin band, there were plenty of people on the dance floor. And for those of you who don't know, I like to dance.
So, being that the only girl I knew there was with her husband-to-be, I decided I would just ask any of the other girls on the floor to dance. In reality, I was a bit nervous about it. No one wants to be turned down, right? But I figured everyone was there to have a good time, so it should be no sweat.
First, there were two girls in front of me dancing together. Jen told me to ask one of them, to which I responded, "They're totally having fun together." She said, "Trust me, they're not," implying that girls really want to be asked to dance. So, I confidently asked if either wanted to dance, and they both said, "No, thanks."
Then, on a second attempt, another guy and I asked a different two girls, going with the wingman approach. This time, the girl I asked said, "Actually, she's my date." And they proceeded to ignore us.
Finally, a girl practically dancing on me was definitely interested, so I asked her to dance. She didn't say no! She actually just turned her head and danced away. Literally, danced away, with herself.
After that painful trio of turndowns, I still had the courage to use the wingman approach and ended up dancing with a pair of ladies. It was good times.
But, for the record, if any ladies out there wonder why guys don't just go up and ask girls to dance, talk, or whatever, read above.
Before.
Saturday night after work I went with some friends to Antipasto, a bar/venue with a live band, Los Bandaleros, that was really fun. Being a Latin band, there were plenty of people on the dance floor. And for those of you who don't know, I like to dance.
So, being that the only girl I knew there was with her husband-to-be, I decided I would just ask any of the other girls on the floor to dance. In reality, I was a bit nervous about it. No one wants to be turned down, right? But I figured everyone was there to have a good time, so it should be no sweat.
First, there were two girls in front of me dancing together. Jen told me to ask one of them, to which I responded, "They're totally having fun together." She said, "Trust me, they're not," implying that girls really want to be asked to dance. So, I confidently asked if either wanted to dance, and they both said, "No, thanks."
Then, on a second attempt, another guy and I asked a different two girls, going with the wingman approach. This time, the girl I asked said, "Actually, she's my date." And they proceeded to ignore us.
Finally, a girl practically dancing on me was definitely interested, so I asked her to dance. She didn't say no! She actually just turned her head and danced away. Literally, danced away, with herself.
After that painful trio of turndowns, I still had the courage to use the wingman approach and ended up dancing with a pair of ladies. It was good times.
But, for the record, if any ladies out there wonder why guys don't just go up and ask girls to dance, talk, or whatever, read above.
A Good Story
It's not mine, but you will enjoy it.
(I feel like I should have written, "... so you will enjoy it.")
(I feel like I should have written, "... so you will enjoy it.")
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
One Smart Feller
A friend reminded me of this. Read aloud:
One smart feller, he felt smart.
Two smart fellers, they both felt smart.
Three smart fellers and they all felt smart.
If you made it past that, try to repeat it from memory.
One smart feller, he felt smart.
Two smart fellers, they both felt smart.
Three smart fellers and they all felt smart.
If you made it past that, try to repeat it from memory.
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Not Hooked on Plenty of Fish, or, The End of the Line
The past few days have been rough.
One of the hardest things, I find, is to be honest with myself about my motives, the reasons for why I do things. When these get called into question, I usually end up getting inwardly tied up and frustrated. Today, presently, I am experiencing such tension.
For those who have been following along, you've journeyed with me as I have been exploring the online dating service PlentyofFish.com (PoF). It's a free site, which gives one the opportunity to try online dating with no financial risk. At first, it's quite addictive, though a week or so in you'll begin to see that you've found nearly everyone within 50 miles of you in your first week. Consequently, the addiction wears off.
True to my word, here are some personal experiences, and the culmination which explains the start of this post.
I was in conversation with two different people. We'll call them Melissa and Amy. Melissa had contacted me. I noticed we had a few things in common, including church, music, and being over drama. So, we talked a bit, connecting on a few of those items. After two weeks or so of that we decided to meet up for some disc golf or comparable outing.
Amy is one I had contacted. I thought she had a cute picture, and her profile had just enough connection points to figure it was worth a shot. We talked for about a week, at the end of which, she included her number and asked me to contact her this week.
I was going to go on the date with Melissa, and while I thought we had a few things in common, I didn't think we'd totally connect. A few months ago, I went on a similar date, one with little potential. A friend reminded me that I had decided afterward that if there didn't seem to be much potential in a relationship, I wasn't going to go on the date. Well, here I was in the situation, doing the exact opposite of what I decided I would do. So, I ended up canceling.
I not only canceled my date, I also canceled my PoF account, canceling Amy's number as well.
Why would I do such a thing?
It was totally a motive check. I had to ask myself, do I know what I'm looking for and am I ready for it? Or am I just a little bored because it's summer, so I'm looking for something to do? If it's the first, then that could work. If it's the second, I probably shouldn't be dragging someone along, leading to the inevitable DTR that I keep not wanting to have. For me, it's more the second than the first.*
For some people, I think the online thing is good. For me, right now, it's not the best option. I need to be in a place where I'm a little more sure of what I'm looking for, and why I'm looking for it.
Got any answers?
Go fish.
*There's more to it than what I've written, I just don't want to blog about it. Person-to-person I'll totally go into more detail.
One of the hardest things, I find, is to be honest with myself about my motives, the reasons for why I do things. When these get called into question, I usually end up getting inwardly tied up and frustrated. Today, presently, I am experiencing such tension.
For those who have been following along, you've journeyed with me as I have been exploring the online dating service PlentyofFish.com (PoF). It's a free site, which gives one the opportunity to try online dating with no financial risk. At first, it's quite addictive, though a week or so in you'll begin to see that you've found nearly everyone within 50 miles of you in your first week. Consequently, the addiction wears off.
True to my word, here are some personal experiences, and the culmination which explains the start of this post.
I was in conversation with two different people. We'll call them Melissa and Amy. Melissa had contacted me. I noticed we had a few things in common, including church, music, and being over drama. So, we talked a bit, connecting on a few of those items. After two weeks or so of that we decided to meet up for some disc golf or comparable outing.
Amy is one I had contacted. I thought she had a cute picture, and her profile had just enough connection points to figure it was worth a shot. We talked for about a week, at the end of which, she included her number and asked me to contact her this week.
I was going to go on the date with Melissa, and while I thought we had a few things in common, I didn't think we'd totally connect. A few months ago, I went on a similar date, one with little potential. A friend reminded me that I had decided afterward that if there didn't seem to be much potential in a relationship, I wasn't going to go on the date. Well, here I was in the situation, doing the exact opposite of what I decided I would do. So, I ended up canceling.
I not only canceled my date, I also canceled my PoF account, canceling Amy's number as well.
Why would I do such a thing?
It was totally a motive check. I had to ask myself, do I know what I'm looking for and am I ready for it? Or am I just a little bored because it's summer, so I'm looking for something to do? If it's the first, then that could work. If it's the second, I probably shouldn't be dragging someone along, leading to the inevitable DTR that I keep not wanting to have. For me, it's more the second than the first.*
For some people, I think the online thing is good. For me, right now, it's not the best option. I need to be in a place where I'm a little more sure of what I'm looking for, and why I'm looking for it.
Got any answers?
Go fish.
*There's more to it than what I've written, I just don't want to blog about it. Person-to-person I'll totally go into more detail.
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Let Love In - help with lyrics
Could someone tell me, where is love? ‘cause I haven’t found her yet
They say you find it in your heart, well my chest is up for rent
It’s one-bedroom, but it’s got just space enough
And it’s lovely, though the neighborhood is rough
Where is love?
But no tenant means no rent, and no payment makes one poor
But now things are looking better, in my heart’s economy
And I’m hoping someone needs a place to stay
From the floor to the ceiling this heart’s been healing, not revealing it was wrecked before
I wanna let love in; [take the hinges off the door]
If it’s gonna let love in
Let love in
La di da di da di da, but I’m free of him at last
Now I’m not sure of the condition, of all that’s left behind
But I’ll fix it up to make a home inside
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I'm mainly stuck on that last verse. I like the rest. And the chorus can't be done until the music is finished being written. Maybe something about kicking him out? And transitioning the idea of lines 1 & 2 to 3 &4 would be helpful. I'm just not sure how to get there.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
My First Feature
For the first time that I'm aware of, one of my songs was used for the background of a video.
What's next? Hopefully Grey's Anatomy. Of course, I'd have to be able to come up with something as amazing as "Crazy Ever After (Acoustic)", but it's totally doable.
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Where is Love?
We now take a break from our regularly scheduled series to present this: lyrics.
(Most likely to read this: Lauren, Anders, VJ)
But we don’t want to be hurt
Should be simple enough
We’re all lookin for love
That doesn’t cost a thing
Are we looking for love?
Or just a fling
So, I went out for dinner, and forgot the melody for this song entirely. Freakin poo. It was a good one. I'm rewriting almost all of the lyrics, because it didn't land how I wanted it to. But, there you go.
(Most likely to read this: Lauren, Anders, VJ)
Could someone tell me, where is love? ‘cause we haven’t found it yet
They say you find it in your heart, well my chest is up for rent
It’s one-bedroom, but it’s got just space enough
And it’s lovely, though the neighborhood is rough
Where is love?
Where is love?
Bad years have brought bad times, it seems love has left the streets
There’s no chance for playful dance, in a me-first economy
The tune should be ringing in my ear, but I just can’t find the beat
Is there any way of finding what I need?
Throw up a beacon, light the sky up
Love’d be there
It’d come rushing in, fill the streets with a flood
There’d be rivers of joy, hate destroyed in the mud
Where is love?
Maybe politics could solve, but love never gets a vote
When the system’s on parade, love never gets a float
She’s the square peg, but there’s no hole to be found
Unless there’s another spare part layin round
Throw up a beacon, light the sky up
Love’d be there
It’d come rushing in, fill the streets with a flood
There’d be rivers of joy, hate destroyed in the mud
Where is love?
But we don’t want to be hurt
Should be simple enough
We’re all lookin for love
That doesn’t cost a thing
Are we looking for love?
Or just a fling
Throw up a beacon, light the sky up
Love’d be there
It’d come rushing in, fill the streets with a flood
There’d be rivers of joy, hate destroyed in the mud
Where is love?
So, I went out for dinner, and forgot the melody for this song entirely. Freakin poo. It was a good one. I'm rewriting almost all of the lyrics, because it didn't land how I wanted it to. But, there you go.
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Friday, July 24, 2009
Plenty of Fist
That was supposed to say "fish," but I find my typo humorous.
It can be indicative of my mood, though. Perhaps a Freudian slip? That's in regard to communication, which is what we're looking at today.
As opposed to a site like eHarmony which utilizes mediated communication, PoF allows users to directly contact one another through its internal email. Some of the benefits this method offers are that the user can see who has not read, read, and/or deleted their email. I find this helpful. That way, if I'm not being responded to, I can see that perhaps it was never read. For those worrisome types, this would likely help calm nerves and self-confidence issues.
There is also a "favorites" option. I didn't understand what it meant at first. I still don't, really. But as best as I can gather, adding someone as a "favorite" is kind of like a smile from across the room. It is an invitation to open a conversation. The user is alerted when they are made a favorite, and can check the person's profile, deciding if further contact should be made. I guess it's a modern spin on an old-fashioned idea - the guy can be the initiator. At least that's what I'm sensing. Feel free to suggest your own opinions on that matter.
Finally, there are attachable gifts, much like the ones found on Facebook. One friend who also joined the site sent me a steak, which I found hilarious. So the gifts can be used as a clever ice-breaker.
That's plenty of background. I'll try and update some personal experiences, should I happen to have any. And I'll see if I can coerce my friends on the site to share their experiences as well, since they are in dialogue with potential matches.
It can be indicative of my mood, though. Perhaps a Freudian slip? That's in regard to communication, which is what we're looking at today.
As opposed to a site like eHarmony which utilizes mediated communication, PoF allows users to directly contact one another through its internal email. Some of the benefits this method offers are that the user can see who has not read, read, and/or deleted their email. I find this helpful. That way, if I'm not being responded to, I can see that perhaps it was never read. For those worrisome types, this would likely help calm nerves and self-confidence issues.
There is also a "favorites" option. I didn't understand what it meant at first. I still don't, really. But as best as I can gather, adding someone as a "favorite" is kind of like a smile from across the room. It is an invitation to open a conversation. The user is alerted when they are made a favorite, and can check the person's profile, deciding if further contact should be made. I guess it's a modern spin on an old-fashioned idea - the guy can be the initiator. At least that's what I'm sensing. Feel free to suggest your own opinions on that matter.
Finally, there are attachable gifts, much like the ones found on Facebook. One friend who also joined the site sent me a steak, which I found hilarious. So the gifts can be used as a clever ice-breaker.
That's plenty of background. I'll try and update some personal experiences, should I happen to have any. And I'll see if I can coerce my friends on the site to share their experiences as well, since they are in dialogue with potential matches.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Plenty of Fish, Part Deux
There are several ways to fish.
First, there's the basic search, which is by city or region. It basically lets one choose male or female, an age range, and a distance from the epicenter (aka... the person who wants a date). Find matches and see who comes up.
Then there's the advanced search. This allows the person to choose race, religion, smoking preferences, children, etc. It narrows down the field a whole lot. In the case of someone like me, who is looking for a Christian, it weeds out all those whom I wouldn't even have a chance with, and vice versa.
There are two other interesting options. First is by chemistry. It matches your entrance quiz answers with those of others, trying to match compatibility that way. Apparently the whole idea of these quizzes is to match compatibility, and then if that's there, chemistry. Pretty decent method if you ask me. eHarmony is really cashing in on that one.
The other search mode is "find someone like..." Basically, if you find someone who is interesting, but for some reason you're not interested enough, or you just want more people like that, you can click that option. The benefit is that you are able to find people that don't seem to come up on the normal search. On the flipside, when you use this function it tends to throw out some of the essentials (i.e. religious preference, children, etc.).
These are all the methods you can use to search on PoF. Next time, communication!
First, there's the basic search, which is by city or region. It basically lets one choose male or female, an age range, and a distance from the epicenter (aka... the person who wants a date). Find matches and see who comes up.
Then there's the advanced search. This allows the person to choose race, religion, smoking preferences, children, etc. It narrows down the field a whole lot. In the case of someone like me, who is looking for a Christian, it weeds out all those whom I wouldn't even have a chance with, and vice versa.
There are two other interesting options. First is by chemistry. It matches your entrance quiz answers with those of others, trying to match compatibility that way. Apparently the whole idea of these quizzes is to match compatibility, and then if that's there, chemistry. Pretty decent method if you ask me. eHarmony is really cashing in on that one.
The other search mode is "find someone like..." Basically, if you find someone who is interesting, but for some reason you're not interested enough, or you just want more people like that, you can click that option. The benefit is that you are able to find people that don't seem to come up on the normal search. On the flipside, when you use this function it tends to throw out some of the essentials (i.e. religious preference, children, etc.).
These are all the methods you can use to search on PoF. Next time, communication!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Plenty of Fish
I'm in the pond.
At least that's what we've been calling it. I don't know what everyone else says, but I think it's very appropriate.
Let me back up a step.
A week ago, I sat at my computer, checked my MySpace, and was confronted by the plain-text, horribly lackluster advertisement for PlentyOfFish.com (hereby PoF). It's an ad for a free online dating service.
For years I have been interested by the idea of online dating services. It was just a curiosity of the unknown. Recently I have had at least two friends who have had some success with online dating sites. Last week I decided that I would scratch my curious itch by signing up for a free account. My roommates said they wouldn't think less of me, which was helpful.
For those of you who don't want to do it, but are curious to know how they work, here's my PoF experience, so far:
Upon signing up, the first thing you do is fill out your information: Age, sex, location, seeking male or female, type of relationship (dating, hang out, intimate encounter, activity partner, etc.), number of children, current relationship status, religious preference, etc.
Second, you make your profile, which lets you upload pictures, includes a headline, your interests, and lets you describe your idea of a good first date.
Finally, there is a questionnaire which they use to try to calculate your chemistry with other people. (I thought that was kind of boring.)
Then... you go fishing! More on that later.
At least that's what we've been calling it. I don't know what everyone else says, but I think it's very appropriate.
Let me back up a step.
A week ago, I sat at my computer, checked my MySpace, and was confronted by the plain-text, horribly lackluster advertisement for PlentyOfFish.com (hereby PoF). It's an ad for a free online dating service.
For years I have been interested by the idea of online dating services. It was just a curiosity of the unknown. Recently I have had at least two friends who have had some success with online dating sites. Last week I decided that I would scratch my curious itch by signing up for a free account. My roommates said they wouldn't think less of me, which was helpful.
For those of you who don't want to do it, but are curious to know how they work, here's my PoF experience, so far:
Upon signing up, the first thing you do is fill out your information: Age, sex, location, seeking male or female, type of relationship (dating, hang out, intimate encounter, activity partner, etc.), number of children, current relationship status, religious preference, etc.
Second, you make your profile, which lets you upload pictures, includes a headline, your interests, and lets you describe your idea of a good first date.
Finally, there is a questionnaire which they use to try to calculate your chemistry with other people. (I thought that was kind of boring.)
Then... you go fishing! More on that later.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Milestone
151.
That's what this post is. It's number 151. I thought I'd get here sooner. Somehow I haven't had much to say in the past many months. I'm not sure I had much to say earlier either, but found it a healthy escape from whatever else I was supposed to be doing, i.e. listening to profs in class.
151 is just a little over one-and-a-half hundreds. My MySpace has just been changed after one-and-a-half years of being the same. That's kinda nice. Today I made about one-and-a-half hundred bucks after working all day. I'll use that to pay my one-and-a-half trillion dollars in student loans.
I decided to change my Blogger profile picture. It's interesting, I think, that when I was looking I found one picture I liked, but I really wanted one with me smiling. I'm a pretty happy guy, and I think smiling is good for the world. So there's a picture of me at Niagra Falls. Super fun!
Do you like smiles? When was the last time you laughed so hard you couldn't stop?
My most memorable recent one was at ... that buffalo wing place in buffalo. I thought I had a picture of it. Oh well. Here's a different picture that made me laugh real hard:
That's right. If you look real close, the sticker inside of the menu at Swiss Chalet said, "TRY OUR NEW SHIT SANDWICH." That made me laugh real hard, and the waitress assured us she would not be making that one. Good times.
That's what this post is. It's number 151. I thought I'd get here sooner. Somehow I haven't had much to say in the past many months. I'm not sure I had much to say earlier either, but found it a healthy escape from whatever else I was supposed to be doing, i.e. listening to profs in class.
151 is just a little over one-and-a-half hundreds. My MySpace has just been changed after one-and-a-half years of being the same. That's kinda nice. Today I made about one-and-a-half hundred bucks after working all day. I'll use that to pay my one-and-a-half trillion dollars in student loans.
I decided to change my Blogger profile picture. It's interesting, I think, that when I was looking I found one picture I liked, but I really wanted one with me smiling. I'm a pretty happy guy, and I think smiling is good for the world. So there's a picture of me at Niagra Falls. Super fun!
Do you like smiles? When was the last time you laughed so hard you couldn't stop?
My most memorable recent one was at ... that buffalo wing place in buffalo. I thought I had a picture of it. Oh well. Here's a different picture that made me laugh real hard:
That's right. If you look real close, the sticker inside of the menu at Swiss Chalet said, "TRY OUR NEW SHIT SANDWICH." That made me laugh real hard, and the waitress assured us she would not be making that one. Good times.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Fail #4: Epic talk to strangers fail!
I always thought I might be among the unsmooth. Now I'm sure of it!
Just an hour ago I was with some friends at Champps sports bar for a farewell gathering for a fellow co-worker. A friend of mine looked over at an adjacent cocktail table and noticed some young ladies he found attractive. After discussing for a while about how he should go talk to them, and him consistently refusing, I decided to go ahead and try to succeed in his stead.
In case you think I'm good at talking to complete strangers, I'm not. Especially when I'm approaching people with no good reason to do so. It was awkward. AWK-WARD. I don't even really remember what I said when I approached, but I do remember getting that sort of look you'd imagine you'd see on The Hills when someone walks in wearing last Spring's colors. It was so awkward that I pretty much said, "never mind." And I walked away.
I have no idea how that could have gone better. But it was an epic fail! And I'm a better person for it.
[I apologize if this is a little disjointed. I'm really tired.]
Just an hour ago I was with some friends at Champps sports bar for a farewell gathering for a fellow co-worker. A friend of mine looked over at an adjacent cocktail table and noticed some young ladies he found attractive. After discussing for a while about how he should go talk to them, and him consistently refusing, I decided to go ahead and try to succeed in his stead.
In case you think I'm good at talking to complete strangers, I'm not. Especially when I'm approaching people with no good reason to do so. It was awkward. AWK-WARD. I don't even really remember what I said when I approached, but I do remember getting that sort of look you'd imagine you'd see on The Hills when someone walks in wearing last Spring's colors. It was so awkward that I pretty much said, "never mind." And I walked away.
I have no idea how that could have gone better. But it was an epic fail! And I'm a better person for it.
[I apologize if this is a little disjointed. I'm really tired.]
Monday, June 15, 2009
Taking Credit
This will be an amazing week!
Ever since November or so my credit card bill has been way high thanks to fall tuition. But this is the week things change! I'll have it down to 3 digits by week's end, and that's all the more motivation to knock it out. Then I hope to save money for next year so that I don't get myself in a similar situation.
Credit is useful, but it feels so good not to have debt. Not that I know what that's like. (All student-loan holders, "Amen!") But the less people I owe, the better. I don't have to worry that MasterCard is going to break my thumbs between work and the apartment.
Ever since November or so my credit card bill has been way high thanks to fall tuition. But this is the week things change! I'll have it down to 3 digits by week's end, and that's all the more motivation to knock it out. Then I hope to save money for next year so that I don't get myself in a similar situation.
Credit is useful, but it feels so good not to have debt. Not that I know what that's like. (All student-loan holders, "Amen!") But the less people I owe, the better. I don't have to worry that MasterCard is going to break my thumbs between work and the apartment.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Twitter Tracker
In case you want to see what kind of ridiculous things are on twitter, without actually subscribing, check out Conan's twitter tracker.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Twitterpated
Tuesday night I saw something that made me laugh out loud.
I laughed a lot.
There's this Twitter craze going on out there that really makes me wonder, "Does everyone have so many interesting things going on that they need to update the world about? Am I just a loser?"
Conan O'Brien, new host of The Tonight Show, is apparently wondering the same thing. And he doesn't seem too keen on the Tweeting celebrity culture. Or maybe he's just doing what comics do best by taking a partial stance on an impartial subject.
Whatever the case may be, this was pretty hilarious.
And in case you feel like reading what one author has to say on the subject, check this out. Oh, and this is for the nerds.
I laughed a lot.
There's this Twitter craze going on out there that really makes me wonder, "Does everyone have so many interesting things going on that they need to update the world about? Am I just a loser?"
Conan O'Brien, new host of The Tonight Show, is apparently wondering the same thing. And he doesn't seem too keen on the Tweeting celebrity culture. Or maybe he's just doing what comics do best by taking a partial stance on an impartial subject.
Whatever the case may be, this was pretty hilarious.
And in case you feel like reading what one author has to say on the subject, check this out. Oh, and this is for the nerds.
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Poiema
I'm not sure I ever thought it would happen, but Ian and I finally have a name for our band: Poiema.
It's Greek. You'll find it in two different places in the Christian Scriptures (aka the Bible).
For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. - Eph 2:10There's the creative aspect there. Something was made, for a purpose. It communicates something. And hopefully that something is enjoyable.
For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. - Rom 1:20
We'll be playing our first show this Friday. Crazy, eh?
Poiema, Eric Landshaft
Jenny Lane Coffeehouse
180 N Webber Rd
Bolingbrook, IL
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Digital Clutter
I always feel overwhelmed by clutter.
Clutter in the bedroom, on my desk, in the kitchen, bathroom, floor, closets... all over. There's clutter everywhere.
Today I took a step at de-cluttering my internet.
I erased 130 emails from my gmail account. Why do I have that many?? And I'm a compulsive deleter. Really I just hate having things I don't need. I once tried to throw away my baby pictures. (I was 8.)
If you're as cluttered as I am, become uncluttered. It's a good thing.
Clutter in the bedroom, on my desk, in the kitchen, bathroom, floor, closets... all over. There's clutter everywhere.
Today I took a step at de-cluttering my internet.
I erased 130 emails from my gmail account. Why do I have that many?? And I'm a compulsive deleter. Really I just hate having things I don't need. I once tried to throw away my baby pictures. (I was 8.)
If you're as cluttered as I am, become uncluttered. It's a good thing.
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Monday, June 1, 2009
What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
It's wasn't exactly a Klondike, but going to J. P. Licks, a fave Massachusetts ice cream joint, was worth a 4.2 mile walk around the city. And here it is:
I'm actually super bummed that June's flavors of the month include Fresh Banana Oreo and Peanut Butter Cookie Dough! Man... I'm jealous of you Bostonians.
I'm actually super bummed that June's flavors of the month include Fresh Banana Oreo and Peanut Butter Cookie Dough! Man... I'm jealous of you Bostonians.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Isn't life grad?
Turns out I've said nothing of my change in grad school plans.
I'm joining the circus!
Not really.*
I changed degree programs. This shouldn't be a shock to anyone who has ever met me. I change my mind more frequently than I change my socks, and I change my socks once every few days, at least.
Over the past month or so I decided to switch from an MA in general theological studies to an M.Div or Masters of Divinity degree. First, the difference between the two: the MA is more academically oriented, the M.Div more practical/ministerial.
Why the switch? Well, I'll tell you.
The MA is for a person who wants more education and wants to do thesis work. This path is most often trod by those who wish to pursue Ph.D work. I thought I wanted to do that, but being the extrovert that I am, I fear I will find that pursuit incredibly disengaging.
The M.Div is the degree path chosen by those who typically wish to be pastors. "So, do you want to be a pastor?" My instinctual answer is, "Not really." But that's because, as Krista brought to my attention, I have in mind the traditional preacher/head pastor figure-head, and that's not what I want. I enjoy playing a supporting role, especially with music and community building. So, I want to be pastoral, but I don't plan on being a Hybels or MacDonald or Osteen. (Though I wish I had that great smile!)
Why the switch? Part of it is a sense of calling. I believe the Lord led me to Judson, and to Northern, and now to this new program. I have this sense of peace about it, and also excitement. Those are both good things. Second, it's practical. It really opens up more doors to do an M.Div as far as potential career choices. I plan on being bi-vocational (work in a church and have a "normal" job), but if for whatever reason I did want to be a pastor in a church, the M.Div is the highest masters in that field, so it would give me many opportunities to serve. And many schools still use it as a pre-req for doctoral work, so I could still do that.
Practically speaking, what does all this mean?
1) I won't graduate til at least Dec. '10.
2) I'll have a lot more full-time classes to attend.
3) I'm looking at becoming a resident of Illinois.
4) I'm taking hand-outs if anyone wants to contribute cash, food or guitars.
I've still got decisions to make regarding classes, papers and more, but that's the background info for any later rants on the subject.
*Actually, some people actually did join the circus, so I guess maybe it's not a joking matter.
I'm joining the circus!
Not really.*
I changed degree programs. This shouldn't be a shock to anyone who has ever met me. I change my mind more frequently than I change my socks, and I change my socks once every few days, at least.
Over the past month or so I decided to switch from an MA in general theological studies to an M.Div or Masters of Divinity degree. First, the difference between the two: the MA is more academically oriented, the M.Div more practical/ministerial.
Why the switch? Well, I'll tell you.
The MA is for a person who wants more education and wants to do thesis work. This path is most often trod by those who wish to pursue Ph.D work. I thought I wanted to do that, but being the extrovert that I am, I fear I will find that pursuit incredibly disengaging.
The M.Div is the degree path chosen by those who typically wish to be pastors. "So, do you want to be a pastor?" My instinctual answer is, "Not really." But that's because, as Krista brought to my attention, I have in mind the traditional preacher/head pastor figure-head, and that's not what I want. I enjoy playing a supporting role, especially with music and community building. So, I want to be pastoral, but I don't plan on being a Hybels or MacDonald or Osteen. (Though I wish I had that great smile!)
Why the switch? Part of it is a sense of calling. I believe the Lord led me to Judson, and to Northern, and now to this new program. I have this sense of peace about it, and also excitement. Those are both good things. Second, it's practical. It really opens up more doors to do an M.Div as far as potential career choices. I plan on being bi-vocational (work in a church and have a "normal" job), but if for whatever reason I did want to be a pastor in a church, the M.Div is the highest masters in that field, so it would give me many opportunities to serve. And many schools still use it as a pre-req for doctoral work, so I could still do that.
Practically speaking, what does all this mean?
1) I won't graduate til at least Dec. '10.
2) I'll have a lot more full-time classes to attend.
3) I'm looking at becoming a resident of Illinois.
4) I'm taking hand-outs if anyone wants to contribute cash, food or guitars.
I've still got decisions to make regarding classes, papers and more, but that's the background info for any later rants on the subject.
*Actually, some people actually did join the circus, so I guess maybe it's not a joking matter.
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Guest Fail #2: Worst. DTR.* Ever.
Today we have a story from guest blogger Anders. The only successful part of this story was that she successfully boarded the fail train.
I had been e-mailing back and forth with this guy almost daily for… well… way too long. And I felt like we weren’t on the same page. (Note: sending mixed CDs sends a mixed signal.) I didn’t want to lead him on since I just wanted to be friends, so I tried to clarify our quasi-relationship.
I was de-friended.
Fail.
Once I fully analyzed everywhere I went wrong, I was given two great pieces of advice. One was quite lovely and very Shakespearean: “Get thee to a nunnery.” Being that I was raised Lutheran, that’s a little tricky. But I do like the idea of a Lutheran convent, so I haven’t given up on that idea.
The other comment was that I needed a tone editor. I wanted to be defensive and claim that HE was the one that needed a tone editor. But then I thought, “Well, don’t we all kind of need one?” Not only in how we speak to people but also in how we interpret them. How many times do we ascribe motives to people that aren’t there? Or read into things that weren’t meant to be there? I think about how people love to read between the lines when there’s truly nothing written.
So just in case I have to DTR again, I think I’ll keep a tone editor handy.
And in case that doesn’t work out, I’m working on that Lutheran convent.
* Define the Relationship
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Outre Paraphernalia
I'm a big fan of dictionary.com.
It's true. I look up words often, usually when I realize I have never seen them in print before.
Today's search: Paraphernalia.
I would give you a definition of it, but something strange happened. I looked it up (for spelling purposes), and it gave me four definitions, for a different word: outre. The primary definition is as follows.
–adjective: passing the bounds of what is usual or considered proper; unconventional; bizarre.
(i.e. "Looking up paraphernalia and finding outre is outre.")
I used to be a big fan of dictionary.com*.
*This link has nothing to do with anything posted, except that it is more accurate than dictionary.com.
It's true. I look up words often, usually when I realize I have never seen them in print before.
Today's search: Paraphernalia.
I would give you a definition of it, but something strange happened. I looked it up (for spelling purposes), and it gave me four definitions, for a different word: outre. The primary definition is as follows.
–adjective: passing the bounds of what is usual or considered proper; unconventional; bizarre.
(i.e. "Looking up paraphernalia and finding outre is outre.")
I used to be a big fan of dictionary.com*.
*This link has nothing to do with anything posted, except that it is more accurate than dictionary.com.
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Fail #3: Max Hold
Is there any more than "max"?
I went to Target hoping to get some inexpensive hair gel that would work decently well so that I could continue putting up my increasingly lengthy mop of a do that I am currently refusing to pay $15 to have trimmed. (I re-read it. It's a real sentence.) What did I end up with? I figured since I had Suave shampoo and conditioner that work well, I'd get the gel. And not just any gel...
MAX HOLD!
I was like, "Dang. There isn't anything past max." So I picked it up and put some in before work. Well, I sure hope there's something past max, because this gel really doesn't work well. Seriously. It just makes my hair kind of wet, but not stylish at all.
So today, I looked at the bottle, and noticed something strange. On a scale of 6-10, "max" is an 8.
I guess the other two are the equivalent of turning up your amp to 11. But even if that's true, judging by what 8 is, I don't think 11 would be near enough. I'm a bit disappointed and saddened by my gel purchase.
I guess that's what I deserve for paying two bucks for something that should make me look awesome.
I went to Target hoping to get some inexpensive hair gel that would work decently well so that I could continue putting up my increasingly lengthy mop of a do that I am currently refusing to pay $15 to have trimmed. (I re-read it. It's a real sentence.) What did I end up with? I figured since I had Suave shampoo and conditioner that work well, I'd get the gel. And not just any gel...
MAX HOLD!
I was like, "Dang. There isn't anything past max." So I picked it up and put some in before work. Well, I sure hope there's something past max, because this gel really doesn't work well. Seriously. It just makes my hair kind of wet, but not stylish at all.
So today, I looked at the bottle, and noticed something strange. On a scale of 6-10, "max" is an 8.
I guess the other two are the equivalent of turning up your amp to 11. But even if that's true, judging by what 8 is, I don't think 11 would be near enough. I'm a bit disappointed and saddened by my gel purchase.
I guess that's what I deserve for paying two bucks for something that should make me look awesome.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Everyone Poops
A long time ago, a friend bought me a book called Everyone Poops. It was a callback to our first shared memory of high school. Some guy named Shaun (Shawn? Sean? I never know) read it to our drama class. Oh, how magical it was.
Now, there's this:
Now, there's this:
And apparently there's no way to not make it screw up my page formatting. Oh well. It's worth it.
Yea, it's Friday night and I'm blogging a lot. So what?
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Friday, April 10, 2009
Katie Herzig and Ten out of Tenn
I've kind of liked this Katie Herzig girl for a while. She has pretty decent tunes.
Recently she was on the "Ten Out of Tenn" tour featuring ten different artists from Tennessee. I wish they would have had a Chicago stop! You know why? THIS is why:
Katie will be playing at Schuba's Tuesday night. I might go. Maybe.
Oh... and I missed Laura Gibson at Schuba's tonight. Laaaame!
Recently she was on the "Ten Out of Tenn" tour featuring ten different artists from Tennessee. I wish they would have had a Chicago stop! You know why? THIS is why:
Katie will be playing at Schuba's Tuesday night. I might go. Maybe.
Oh... and I missed Laura Gibson at Schuba's tonight. Laaaame!
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Thursday, April 9, 2009
Dreams Can Come True
For those of you who had no idea, I used to be called "Spider-Dan" while I was in Orlando.
Really, it's true.
I drove the Spider-Van, my 92 Plymouth Voyager with the wood siding (mine was white). It had Spider-Man floor mats and steering wheel cover (courtesy of Chris Hall). I even once had a Spider-Man challenge with a friend to see who best fit the part. I won.
Now it seems though all my dreams have the chance of coming true. I can be Spider-Man! (Thanks, Bono!)
Really, it's true.
I drove the Spider-Van, my 92 Plymouth Voyager with the wood siding (mine was white). It had Spider-Man floor mats and steering wheel cover (courtesy of Chris Hall). I even once had a Spider-Man challenge with a friend to see who best fit the part. I won.
Now it seems though all my dreams have the chance of coming true. I can be Spider-Man! (Thanks, Bono!)
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Monday, April 6, 2009
International Pillow Fight Day
I'm not one to be apologetic for not blogging for a while, and I'm not planning on starting today.
Did anyone hear about International Pillow Fight Day? I just did today. Check out some videos.
Amazing!
Did anyone hear about International Pillow Fight Day? I just did today. Check out some videos.
Amazing!
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Friends by Procrastination
My Facebook status currently reads as follows:
True or False: The number of [one's] own comments on friends' statuses is directly relative to the amount of work one should be doing.
Though I haven't received many responses yet, I'm assuming most will agree. I mean, really. What else is there better to procrastinate with than seeing what friends are up to?
This could be a social networking phenomenon - friends by procrastination. It is best understood as a negative condition:
If I did not have to procrastinate, then we would not interact.
Before the internet, I think the phone was used a lot for this purpose of procrastination. Of course, I was in middle school and had AIM, so I can't say much. But I remember killing time on the phone when my sister was on the computer. Now, since there is an easier method of communication, the phone is reserved for real relationships, and the internet? For whoever is convenient.
I guess I'm wondering this, If I didn't have any of my social networking tools, how many friends would I really be in touch with? I don't have a number, but I know it would be a lot less.
In some ways, it's a good thing. There is nothing negative about having tons of casual acquaintances that you can shout out things like, "Saw a guy in a banana costume and thought of your mom." It's nice to be thought of.
On the same hand, people still use the phone and getting together for their good friends. So that's a good thing.
In conclusion, the internet is a great tool if you're looking for something to temporarily occupy your time. And if you can make relationships (or quasi-thoughtful blog posts) the result of your procrastination, more power to ya.
True or False: The number of [one's] own comments on friends' statuses is directly relative to the amount of work one should be doing.
Though I haven't received many responses yet, I'm assuming most will agree. I mean, really. What else is there better to procrastinate with than seeing what friends are up to?
This could be a social networking phenomenon - friends by procrastination. It is best understood as a negative condition:
If I did not have to procrastinate, then we would not interact.
Before the internet, I think the phone was used a lot for this purpose of procrastination. Of course, I was in middle school and had AIM, so I can't say much. But I remember killing time on the phone when my sister was on the computer. Now, since there is an easier method of communication, the phone is reserved for real relationships, and the internet? For whoever is convenient.
I guess I'm wondering this, If I didn't have any of my social networking tools, how many friends would I really be in touch with? I don't have a number, but I know it would be a lot less.
In some ways, it's a good thing. There is nothing negative about having tons of casual acquaintances that you can shout out things like, "Saw a guy in a banana costume and thought of your mom." It's nice to be thought of.
On the same hand, people still use the phone and getting together for their good friends. So that's a good thing.
In conclusion, the internet is a great tool if you're looking for something to temporarily occupy your time. And if you can make relationships (or quasi-thoughtful blog posts) the result of your procrastination, more power to ya.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Food Hole
Normally, I'm not one to eat much.
Seriously, ask any of my friends and they'll tell you I'm the one who takes a few bites of a meal and is like, "Welp, that's good enough for me."
But for the past few weeks, I've been puttin it down! It all started a few weeks ago when I went to Los Burritos and threw down on a giant burrito and then, meeting up with Cliff and Rachael at DQ after, I put down a soft serve.
Yesterday, my dinner was stir fry, pasta, eggs and tortillas, 2 cups of ice cream, and some cookies. Tonight I ate a meatball sandwich, pasta, ice cream, and cinnamon bread. But I could still eat. I don't know what's wrong with me!
I think it's all this thinking about papers. I get more hungry from thinking than from exercising. Probably since my mind is always running, or something.
Seriously, ask any of my friends and they'll tell you I'm the one who takes a few bites of a meal and is like, "Welp, that's good enough for me."
But for the past few weeks, I've been puttin it down! It all started a few weeks ago when I went to Los Burritos and threw down on a giant burrito and then, meeting up with Cliff and Rachael at DQ after, I put down a soft serve.
Yesterday, my dinner was stir fry, pasta, eggs and tortillas, 2 cups of ice cream, and some cookies. Tonight I ate a meatball sandwich, pasta, ice cream, and cinnamon bread. But I could still eat. I don't know what's wrong with me!
I think it's all this thinking about papers. I get more hungry from thinking than from exercising. Probably since my mind is always running, or something.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Ash Wednesday
I wanted to write a blog about Ash Wednesday, but don't have time. So I ripped this site off a friend's Facebook note:
The beginning of the season of the Lent.
What do Christians Celebrate on Ash Wednesday?
In Western Christianity, Ash Wednesday marks the first day, or the start of the season of Lent, which begins 40 days prior to Easter (Sundays are not included in the count).
Lent is a time when many Christians prepare for Easter by observing a period of fasting, repentance, moderation and spiritual discipline. During some Ash Wednesday services, the minister will lightly rub the sign of the cross with ashes onto the foreheads of worshipers.
Not all Christian churches observe Ash Wednesday or Lent. They are mostly observed by the Lutheran, Methodist, Presbyterian and Anglican denominations, and also by Roman Catholics.
Eastern Orthodox churches observe Lent or Great Lent, during the 6 weeks or 40 days preceding Palm Sunday with fasting continuing during the Holy Week of Easter. Lent for Eastern Orthodox churches begins on Monday and Ash Wednesday is not observed.
The Bible does not mention Ash Wednesday or the custom of Lent, however, the practice of repentance and mourning in ashes is found in 2 Samuel 13:19; Esther 4:1; Job 2:8, Daniel 9:3, and more.
What is the meaning and purpose of Ash Wednesday?
Ash Wednesday is a wake-up call. Ash Wednesday hits us squarely between the eyes, forcing us to face mortality and sinfulness. We hear Scripture readings that are urgent and vivid. We have black ashes rubbed into our foreheads. We recite a Litany of Penitence that takes our breath away, or should. It is a tough day, but take heart! This is one religious day that won.t fall into the clutches of retailers. There aren't any Hallmark cards celebrating sin and death; no shop windows are decked out with sackcloth and ashes. (Italics mine. I love the idea, though. "Forever 21 - Burlap now in stock for Spring")
On Ash Wednesday we come to church to kneel, to pray, and to ask God's forgiveness, surrounded by other sinners. Human sin is universal; we all do it, not only Christians. But our church tradition sets aside Ash Wednesday as a particular day to address sin and death. We do this mindful that "God hates nothing God has made and forgives the sins of all who are penitent." We are ALL sinners, no better and no worse than our brothers and sisters. This is not a day to compete ("my sins are worse than yours are"), but to confess..
Ash Wednesday is the gateway to Lent. We have forty precious days to open ourselves up most particularly to God, to examine ourselves in the presence of one who created us, knows us, and loves us. We have forty days to face ourselves and learn to not be afraid of our sinfulness. We are dust, and to dust we shall return, but with God's grace we can learn to live this life more fully, embracing our sinfulness, allowing God to transform us.
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There are plenty of people who give things up for Lent. Chocolate, alcohol, extortion, and more. I think I'm going to add a morning time in the Scriptures to my schedule, since I can't think of anything off-hand that I can take out. Except... my blog...
What are you doing for Lent?
The beginning of the season of the Lent.
What do Christians Celebrate on Ash Wednesday?
In Western Christianity, Ash Wednesday marks the first day, or the start of the season of Lent, which begins 40 days prior to Easter (Sundays are not included in the count).
Lent is a time when many Christians prepare for Easter by observing a period of fasting, repentance, moderation and spiritual discipline. During some Ash Wednesday services, the minister will lightly rub the sign of the cross with ashes onto the foreheads of worshipers.
Not all Christian churches observe Ash Wednesday or Lent. They are mostly observed by the Lutheran, Methodist, Presbyterian and Anglican denominations, and also by Roman Catholics.
Eastern Orthodox churches observe Lent or Great Lent, during the 6 weeks or 40 days preceding Palm Sunday with fasting continuing during the Holy Week of Easter. Lent for Eastern Orthodox churches begins on Monday and Ash Wednesday is not observed.
The Bible does not mention Ash Wednesday or the custom of Lent, however, the practice of repentance and mourning in ashes is found in 2 Samuel 13:19; Esther 4:1; Job 2:8, Daniel 9:3, and more.
What is the meaning and purpose of Ash Wednesday?
Ash Wednesday is a wake-up call. Ash Wednesday hits us squarely between the eyes, forcing us to face mortality and sinfulness. We hear Scripture readings that are urgent and vivid. We have black ashes rubbed into our foreheads. We recite a Litany of Penitence that takes our breath away, or should. It is a tough day, but take heart! This is one religious day that won.t fall into the clutches of retailers. There aren't any Hallmark cards celebrating sin and death; no shop windows are decked out with sackcloth and ashes. (Italics mine. I love the idea, though. "Forever 21 - Burlap now in stock for Spring")
On Ash Wednesday we come to church to kneel, to pray, and to ask God's forgiveness, surrounded by other sinners. Human sin is universal; we all do it, not only Christians. But our church tradition sets aside Ash Wednesday as a particular day to address sin and death. We do this mindful that "God hates nothing God has made and forgives the sins of all who are penitent." We are ALL sinners, no better and no worse than our brothers and sisters. This is not a day to compete ("my sins are worse than yours are"), but to confess..
Ash Wednesday is the gateway to Lent. We have forty precious days to open ourselves up most particularly to God, to examine ourselves in the presence of one who created us, knows us, and loves us. We have forty days to face ourselves and learn to not be afraid of our sinfulness. We are dust, and to dust we shall return, but with God's grace we can learn to live this life more fully, embracing our sinfulness, allowing God to transform us.
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There are plenty of people who give things up for Lent. Chocolate, alcohol, extortion, and more. I think I'm going to add a morning time in the Scriptures to my schedule, since I can't think of anything off-hand that I can take out. Except... my blog...
What are you doing for Lent?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
What I've Been Reading
Check out a recent post by Adam Graber over at Watching Gravity. Adam's writings are often insightful, and most always more thought out and put together than anything I have to say.
But you don't have to take my word for it.
But you don't have to take my word for it.
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Poem
I thought I had to take a poo
I thought I had to take a poo
It turned out that it wasn't true
I closed the door and turned and sat
I sighed. I stood. And... oops!
I shat.
Not based on a true story.
I thought I had to take a poo
It turned out that it wasn't true
I closed the door and turned and sat
I sighed. I stood. And... oops!
I shat.
Not based on a true story.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Earliest Known Christian Hymn, by way of basketball
Last night I went to Trinity Christian College in Palos Heights to watch my friend Matt Buren play basketball against my alma mater, Judson College. The good news is that Matt scored some points. The other good news, for some, is that Judson won.
At the game I saw a few Judsonites I had known, including President Jerry Cain. It's funny how a few years apart just changes everything, because while at the game I barely felt a part of Judson. I guess that's a good thing. It means that part of life has passed. But I still missed it.
Speaking of things long gone, here's a link to some ancient music re-creations. The one of note is the earliest Christian hymn that we have record of, which has been simply titled the "Ancient Christian Hymn to the Holy Trinity." For you familiar with Northern Seminary (my school), and know Dr. Cosgrove, this is the hymn he worked on studying from the papyrus of Oxyrynchus, which dates to the 3rd century. He's got a book he's almost done with on this. Crazy.
Here's a translation of what's being sung, in English paraphrase (I hope I'm not breaking any intellectual copyright here...):
Let silence fall, let stars withhold their light
Let them close their shining eyes
Let all the roaring rivers and the winds die down
And as we lift up our hymn to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Let all the powers add their voices and sing,
"Amen, Amen, strength and praise forever and glory to God
Who alone gives all good things.
Amen, amen."
At the game I saw a few Judsonites I had known, including President Jerry Cain. It's funny how a few years apart just changes everything, because while at the game I barely felt a part of Judson. I guess that's a good thing. It means that part of life has passed. But I still missed it.
Speaking of things long gone, here's a link to some ancient music re-creations. The one of note is the earliest Christian hymn that we have record of, which has been simply titled the "Ancient Christian Hymn to the Holy Trinity." For you familiar with Northern Seminary (my school), and know Dr. Cosgrove, this is the hymn he worked on studying from the papyrus of Oxyrynchus, which dates to the 3rd century. He's got a book he's almost done with on this. Crazy.
Here's a translation of what's being sung, in English paraphrase (I hope I'm not breaking any intellectual copyright here...):
Let silence fall, let stars withhold their light
Let them close their shining eyes
Let all the roaring rivers and the winds die down
And as we lift up our hymn to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Let all the powers add their voices and sing,
"Amen, Amen, strength and praise forever and glory to God
Who alone gives all good things.
Amen, amen."
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Guest Fail #1
Here's some good fail from my good friend and old roommate Andy. Below is my favorite picture of him.
I had a major failure in the last week. I have often been thinking in the last few weeks about relational ministry and how important it is to intentionally build our lives into those of our friends, families, and neighbors. I live in an apartment complex, and a few months ago a new tenant moved into the apartment below us. Our apartment building is smoke free, but we find that many of the tenants smoke outside. For the last months, cigarette smoke has been flooding into our apartment, consuming our pleasant "Oatmeal cookie" and "Birthday Cake" candles. Jamie and I hosted a small party for the SuperBowl, and about halfway through came the smoke. I stormed out of the apartment, and caught this new tenant walking the halls and smoking.
Now, my failure in this situation is actually just the climactic failure: I should have been building a relationship with this gentleman long before the incident; I hadn't. And in the heat of my frustration/anger, I had no concern for this man's soul or our relationship, but only for the pleasantries of our guests.
I have been thinking, writing, and preaching against exactly what I had done. Moral failures of hypocrisy damage severely the message of Christ and his Church. I have repented, and I am seeking to build a relationship with this man.
I had a major failure in the last week. I have often been thinking in the last few weeks about relational ministry and how important it is to intentionally build our lives into those of our friends, families, and neighbors. I live in an apartment complex, and a few months ago a new tenant moved into the apartment below us. Our apartment building is smoke free, but we find that many of the tenants smoke outside. For the last months, cigarette smoke has been flooding into our apartment, consuming our pleasant "Oatmeal cookie" and "Birthday Cake" candles. Jamie and I hosted a small party for the SuperBowl, and about halfway through came the smoke. I stormed out of the apartment, and caught this new tenant walking the halls and smoking.
Now, my failure in this situation is actually just the climactic failure: I should have been building a relationship with this gentleman long before the incident; I hadn't. And in the heat of my frustration/anger, I had no concern for this man's soul or our relationship, but only for the pleasantries of our guests.
I have been thinking, writing, and preaching against exactly what I had done. Moral failures of hypocrisy damage severely the message of Christ and his Church. I have repented, and I am seeking to build a relationship with this man.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Rules For Valentine's Day
I think it's too soon to be a tradition, but I think the yearly DV post may have to happen.
This year:
The Rules for Valentine's Day
Rules for Couples
1. No making out in public.
This should go without saying, but even with saying, it's going to happen. No one wants to see it, and it's not just the single people complaining. It's everyone. Just don't do it.
2. Have fun.
DV should be fun. Try to ignore all the Singles Awareness Day (SAD) people, and enjoy the fact that you have someone to spend the day with. Just don't make out in public.
3. If you go out to eat (a) pay attention and (b) tip well.
Think of how crappy it is to serve 164 people in one night who just ogle at each other, completely ignoring the server. When your server asks a question, respond kindly. When the meal is over, tip them well. They don't have the good fortune of being out with their sweetheart, so show them some freakin' sympathy. Oh, and don't make out at the table. That's gross.
Rules for Singles
1. No complaining about DV
Honestly, does it need to happen? So you don't have someone to oggle at while you ignore the server, big deal. There are tons of other single people out there in the same situation, and if you want to bring down the mood for the whole world, then maybe there's a reason you're single.
2. Have fun.
If you're going to have a SAD party, don't serve haterade. Make it fun! Have a themed party. Or just be ridiculous. Bust out those Halloween costumes you worked on for a month just to wear for 6 hours. Get together with friends and watch a good singles movie like Hitch. Have a good time for goodness sakes!
3. No hooking up.
Okay, so you're a bunch of singles who have been watching people make out for most of the day and now you're feeling lonely and want to be with someone. Remember, every year there is a February 15, and whatever you did the day before still actually happened.
Rules for Long-Distance Couples
1. Don't spend it alone.
Being away from your other sucks. There's no way around that, especially on a day that celebrates romantic togetherness. So, don't spend it alone.
2. Have fun.
Go hang with your single friends. Then when they break their rule #1 you can think that about your special someone and how glad you are to have found them.
This year:
The Rules for Valentine's Day
Rules for Couples
1. No making out in public.
This should go without saying, but even with saying, it's going to happen. No one wants to see it, and it's not just the single people complaining. It's everyone. Just don't do it.
2. Have fun.
DV should be fun. Try to ignore all the Singles Awareness Day (SAD) people, and enjoy the fact that you have someone to spend the day with. Just don't make out in public.
3. If you go out to eat (a) pay attention and (b) tip well.
Think of how crappy it is to serve 164 people in one night who just ogle at each other, completely ignoring the server. When your server asks a question, respond kindly. When the meal is over, tip them well. They don't have the good fortune of being out with their sweetheart, so show them some freakin' sympathy. Oh, and don't make out at the table. That's gross.
Rules for Singles
1. No complaining about DV
Honestly, does it need to happen? So you don't have someone to oggle at while you ignore the server, big deal. There are tons of other single people out there in the same situation, and if you want to bring down the mood for the whole world, then maybe there's a reason you're single.
2. Have fun.
If you're going to have a SAD party, don't serve haterade. Make it fun! Have a themed party. Or just be ridiculous. Bust out those Halloween costumes you worked on for a month just to wear for 6 hours. Get together with friends and watch a good singles movie like Hitch. Have a good time for goodness sakes!
3. No hooking up.
Okay, so you're a bunch of singles who have been watching people make out for most of the day and now you're feeling lonely and want to be with someone. Remember, every year there is a February 15, and whatever you did the day before still actually happened.
Rules for Long-Distance Couples
1. Don't spend it alone.
Being away from your other sucks. There's no way around that, especially on a day that celebrates romantic togetherness. So, don't spend it alone.
2. Have fun.
Go hang with your single friends. Then when they break their rule #1 you can think that about your special someone and how glad you are to have found them.
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Fail #2 - A Lesson in Humility
When I'm not going to class or working at a restaurant, I work with Living Hope in Palos Heights, a 6-month old church plant.
I have two basic functions at LH, college pastor and assistant worship leader (not a real title, but a function). The latter role consists of consulting with the pastor, helping select songs, creating a service flow, leading the band, and leading all of this during service.* These are all things I did at Judson as a worship arts major, so I didn't think there would be any problem transferring these skills to LH.
I was wrong.
Over the past few days I was working on the order for this coming Sunday. This is the first time I've done this at LH, and the first time I've tried it alone in a while. Calling Elissa, the other assistant worship leader, I tried to tell her what I had so far. She helped me think through things, but I was still hitting walls. We decided it'd be fine.
At band practice that night, we, nay, I had no service order ready. Then when the band was there, we/I didn't really have a tight rein on the rehearsal. So by the end, it seemed like the whole experience just didn't go that well. I had tried to do it all, but really did nothing well.
*sigh* I thought the process would be much easier. I thought there would be no problem from beginning to end. And, I thought that if things got out of control, Pastor would jump in and bail us out. Well, it was difficult, there were problems, and he respectfully let us fall on our faces.
It was awesome.
I was talking to Elissa and Mary Beth afterwards and shared that it was a really humbling experience. I really couldn't do what I thought I could do, at least not on command. And it was even worse because I was allowed to fall.
But I did learn from it. I learned how much work Pastor does each week just on the service. I learned that it is a difficult process. I learned that I need to step up my game. I learned that I need to exhibit more confidence, and before that I may need to gain confidence. I learned a lot.
Anyone else have any fails lately? I would like to have guest bloggers for the fail series. It'll be healthy.
*Of course, this couldn't be done without Elissa's help. Had to put that out there.
I have two basic functions at LH, college pastor and assistant worship leader (not a real title, but a function). The latter role consists of consulting with the pastor, helping select songs, creating a service flow, leading the band, and leading all of this during service.* These are all things I did at Judson as a worship arts major, so I didn't think there would be any problem transferring these skills to LH.
I was wrong.
Over the past few days I was working on the order for this coming Sunday. This is the first time I've done this at LH, and the first time I've tried it alone in a while. Calling Elissa, the other assistant worship leader, I tried to tell her what I had so far. She helped me think through things, but I was still hitting walls. We decided it'd be fine.
At band practice that night, we, nay, I had no service order ready. Then when the band was there, we/I didn't really have a tight rein on the rehearsal. So by the end, it seemed like the whole experience just didn't go that well. I had tried to do it all, but really did nothing well.
*sigh* I thought the process would be much easier. I thought there would be no problem from beginning to end. And, I thought that if things got out of control, Pastor would jump in and bail us out. Well, it was difficult, there were problems, and he respectfully let us fall on our faces.
It was awesome.
I was talking to Elissa and Mary Beth afterwards and shared that it was a really humbling experience. I really couldn't do what I thought I could do, at least not on command. And it was even worse because I was allowed to fall.
But I did learn from it. I learned how much work Pastor does each week just on the service. I learned that it is a difficult process. I learned that I need to step up my game. I learned that I need to exhibit more confidence, and before that I may need to gain confidence. I learned a lot.
Anyone else have any fails lately? I would like to have guest bloggers for the fail series. It'll be healthy.
*Of course, this couldn't be done without Elissa's help. Had to put that out there.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Messages at the Library: A Real Text Twist
Whilst perusing the online catalog at the library, I found a little button on the site. It said, "Text this call number to your phone!"
Apparently there is a shortage of those little stubby pencils and outdated cataloging cards, because I didn't have any nearby. Thankfully, this newest technological advance allowed me to send call number BS2575.2.k56 directly to my phone! It also told me the book was already checked out. Lame, but still awesome.
It's been about a month since I contracted my latest strain of WTD that's been going around. I then compounded that with vocal strain, and between the two I haven't been able to sing much for about 5 weeks. It's kinda depressing. As soon as it's all better I'm gonna find an open mike somewhere. It's just too much.
I've found that the last month or two have found me with little to write about. I think it's because life has gotten into the all-too-familiar routine of eat, sleep, work, school, church. Then again, if I look hard enough, I'm sure there's a story somewhere...
Last Saturday some friends and I went out to celebrate Krista's birthday, celebrating under the monogram "Happy Birthday Krista" at both celebratory locales. For story's sake, the night began at Applebee's in Crestwood. I haven't been to an Applebee's since I visited Matt down in Champagne/Urbana a few months ago. That was a decent experience. This one was too, but, well, here's the thing - as a server, I just can't sit an naively enjoy the restaurant experience like I used-to-could. (I have no idea how to spell that. It's "YOO-sta-kood".) So, here's the timeline.
0 min - put party of 9 ("Happy Birthday Krista") on list
10 min - get table, er, big booth (that was pretty awesome on a Saturday night.)
30 min - get drinks. yeah, 20 minutes for drinks!
And the rest really isn't that interesting. It's just that, well, 20 minutes for drinks? Good ness. I would be written up for that, and probably lose my shift the next week. I think the server tried to make it up by giving Krista's sister a free drink. (He was totally hitting on her. She was totally not interested.) I think he should've gotten her one of the Chocolate Mousse Mini-Shooters for dessert. But hey, that's just me.
Now that you've gotten all the interesting stuff out of me, I'll be back after I do something with my life, though at the rate I'm going we may not be using the internet anymore by then because it'll be too outdated.
Who's got Valentine's Day plans?
Apparently there is a shortage of those little stubby pencils and outdated cataloging cards, because I didn't have any nearby. Thankfully, this newest technological advance allowed me to send call number BS2575.2.k56 directly to my phone! It also told me the book was already checked out. Lame, but still awesome.
It's been about a month since I contracted my latest strain of WTD that's been going around. I then compounded that with vocal strain, and between the two I haven't been able to sing much for about 5 weeks. It's kinda depressing. As soon as it's all better I'm gonna find an open mike somewhere. It's just too much.
I've found that the last month or two have found me with little to write about. I think it's because life has gotten into the all-too-familiar routine of eat, sleep, work, school, church. Then again, if I look hard enough, I'm sure there's a story somewhere...
Last Saturday some friends and I went out to celebrate Krista's birthday, celebrating under the monogram "Happy Birthday Krista" at both celebratory locales. For story's sake, the night began at Applebee's in Crestwood. I haven't been to an Applebee's since I visited Matt down in Champagne/Urbana a few months ago. That was a decent experience. This one was too, but, well, here's the thing - as a server, I just can't sit an naively enjoy the restaurant experience like I used-to-could. (I have no idea how to spell that. It's "YOO-sta-kood".) So, here's the timeline.
0 min - put party of 9 ("Happy Birthday Krista") on list
10 min - get table, er, big booth (that was pretty awesome on a Saturday night.)
30 min - get drinks. yeah, 20 minutes for drinks!
And the rest really isn't that interesting. It's just that, well, 20 minutes for drinks? Good ness. I would be written up for that, and probably lose my shift the next week. I think the server tried to make it up by giving Krista's sister a free drink. (He was totally hitting on her. She was totally not interested.) I think he should've gotten her one of the Chocolate Mousse Mini-Shooters for dessert. But hey, that's just me.
Now that you've gotten all the interesting stuff out of me, I'll be back after I do something with my life, though at the rate I'm going we may not be using the internet anymore by then because it'll be too outdated.
Who's got Valentine's Day plans?
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