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Name: David
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 5/30/1977
Gender: Male
Interests: God
Expertise: None
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
4/19/2004
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| Do you ever have just one of those days? Or, are you that guy. You know who you are. The one whose mouth is frozen in a perpetual grin. The one that walks outside on a windy day and has paper currency gather at your feet for your discretionary use. The one that is always found by the silver lining that the rest of us have heard tale of and searched courageously and diligently for, only to find you wrapped lavishly in it due, of course, to no cleverness of your own. Well this is not written for you so you can go now....no really, bye....
So now, do you ever have just one of those days? Or, perhaps one of those years? Now I’m not here to vent about our everyday, shared experiences such as the mud puddle that is completely avoidable by the passing car whose timing just happens to be in perfect symmetry to our proximity leaving us with a cool coating of brown mixing vividly with the new white shirt chosen conveniently enough for surely such occasion as this. No I’ll not vent here. I mean what would be the point to even suggest that on other people brown is a neutral even natural tone blending well with their attire but on you and I brown is indeed vivid. That would be pointless and we are at this point comfortably numb to these moments. They are only troublesome in their cyclical repetitiveness, really no more than trivial annoyances at this point.
I recently thought I’d found a loophole in the whole thing. I’ve told every soul I know about it and so I share it with you now. You know how when you and I set our VCRs to record say the season finale of Friends (or Everyone Loves Raymond according, apparently, to our socio/economic status) only to return to the flashing 12:00 or some other unexplainable occurrence that has overridden our double and triple check of programming. Well…enter TIVO. Have you heard of this? It’s incredible! It is a digital recording device that will record up to 30 even 60 hours of television. Through a series of very simple steps, including on screen instructions with visually appealing graphics, you set TIVO to record an entire series of your favorite show. You just click on SEASON PASS and you’re done. Oh, and did I mention it’s hooked up to your phone line making a daily phone call to get any scheduling changes, automatically adjusting it’s recording times accordingly! I am of the strong belief that it is the best invention of this century. Sure the century is new with more to come undoubtedly and TIVO was probably invented in the previous century but I did not own TIVO until last year and my rules allow for this. If you have TIVO you know what I mean. We are family. You and I and TIVO. I mean I talk out loud to TIVO and thank TIVO for making our television watching so efficient and enjoyable. We have a TIVO sticker on our car. But…just recently I returned home with my wife Toni from a pleasant evening out. We sit down in our very large TIVO viewing chair for two, ready to watch a desperately necessary half hour of Friends/Raymond that our dependable never failing TIVO should have ready to go for us. We scroll down the menu and to our delight find the show and push play and “oh my”...“Babylon 5?” “What?” “NO!” “This is impossible!” “TIVO never fails!” “This cannot be!”*
I still have yet to find a loophole. | | |
| I've only been angry at the entire human race on two occasions. Well three, but two times I was really angry. Now I know we've done some pretty atrocious things to one another at different moments throughout history so I don't want to appear trite or oblivious to some horrific events that have been apart of our collective experience when sharing my two moments of anger with you. I am not ignoring the wars or marginalized peoples or hate crimes or the holocaust or on and on. No you see these moments are almost expected. Historically we look back and see this as a part of the human condition. But the two moments I really lost it with you guys were not expected. The first time was about 14 yrs ago. It was my first time to fly on a plane. I of course was quite nervous, understandably so. I mean it just makes no sense, a bulk of metal floating in air. I had read about the Bernoulli principle and lift force and all. How lift force is caused because there is more pressure below the wing than above it due to its curved on top, flat on bottom shape. The faster the plane moves, the more air passes above and below the wing, so the greater the difference in pressure. Once the lift force is more than the weight of the airplane, the plane takes off. I had read all of this somewhere. But please, a bulk of metal floating in air? I was nervous. It was raining outside which added to the nerves. We boarded the plane. I had a window seat. I said hello to the elderly gentleman sitting next to me and told him it was my first time to fly. He started talking about Bernoulli and I said, "I know. Thank you very much." and began reading the emergency evacuation card. I counted the seats between the exit row and me. We taxied to the runway, the pilot announced to us all that we were "cleared for take off" and then I was pressed to my seat by the amount of acceleration necessitated to create enough "lift force". It worked! The Bernoulli principle worked! We climbed through the rain and then disappeared into a gray fog. Looking out the window I could see nothing. Just gray. Gray, gray, gray and then...oh my word. We broke through the clouds and it was the most stunning thing I'd ever seen. The sun was a brilliant orange red just above the horizon, which, was puffy white, almost ocean like, reflecting and retaining color all at the same time. It was heavenly. I couldn't breath it was so gorgeous. As I sat there in complete awe I began to realize I was feeling something completely unexpected. I was angry. I mean really, really angry. I was mad at the old man sitting next to me. I was mad at Bernoulli. I was mad at my parents. I was mad at everyone, all of you. How had no one told me? I knew scores of people who had flown on a plane. Why didn't someone, anyone tell me it was this beautiful? Why hadn't you stopped me on the street and said "so, so sorry, I don't know you at all but you simply must fly in a plane on a cloudy day. It's the most beautiful moment imaginable when you finally burst through the gray. It's so peaceful and angelic up there. Here's $499 go anywhere you like just go now!" I was so mad! I stopped the flight attendant as she walked by and said, "Do you see this? Is that not incredible?" "What?" she said. I hated her. I tell everyone I know about this. I tell you now. It will take your breath away. I've flown quite often since then. In fact being that most of what I do involves travel I fly most every month and some weeks every day. I always ask for a window seat. And I've grown to love airplanes and Bernoulli. There is this sound that is only the sound of sitting in an airplane. The sound of air, this whirring hiss that itself is a little angelic. You can cup your hands to your ears almost covering them completely and come close to duplicating it but not quite. You hear that? The only way I know to describe it is airy. Well during one of my flights I was listening to this sound and looking out the window at waves of white clouds with sunlight turning a section of them yellow and this phrase popped into my head, "all this for a king". I had this image of an ocean of angels in song and their voices like none ever heard. English probably not the language of choice and for some reason in my head it seemed like the sound of air, a sound that contained all the pitches and tonal colors at once and was at once overwhelmingly beautiful and compelling, reflecting and retaining all at once. I started thinking about the well-known passages from Revelations where John is given a brief glimpse into the heavens to find a chorus existing eternally. I recalled the Psalms when the Psalmist describes the heavens and earth as constantly telling the glories of God. Thinking about the reality that we exist to be apart of this resounding anthem. We are here just for this - all for a King. The King.
The second time I was angry with you was when I was in Hawaii and tasted pineapple there. Why didn't you tell me?
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| Well, it seems no one has found my page yet.. I'm still waiting for the first person to meet me here. We are still on the Delirious - World Service tour... thus I placed their album on this post. I'm excited about the Micheal W. Smith tour that will come soon. We just finished the ichthus festival in kentuckty. Hmm.... so maybe I'll just explain to everyone about how cool God is. He is so cool, he makes you want to shine on others, and spread is glowing light.
Songwriting is like trying to/listening to a conversation through the wall. It's like you're trying to make out one word and then you make out another word and you have to make sense of the sentence out of those couple of words. So you've surely got to be quite perceptive/quiet. Usually the melody comes a split second before the vowels and the sibilance. You kind of see them. Or feel them rather, like climbing down a ladder at night. You put your foot down and there's another rung. Well you put your mind down and there's another meaning and a sense of what it is. Then you put them all together. There's a trick to it like focusing your eyes. Like talking to someone, only you can't quite hear them, and you feel kind of stupid because they're so much more clever than you. Sometimes the ideas just hover and shimmer in the air so delicately, like a soap bubble and you dare not even look at it directly in case it burst. But you're familiar with the way of ideas and you let it shimmer looking away, thinking about something else. And on the slightest of breezes/breaths it floats down glistening all the way into the palm/most tender part of your outstretched heart/heart. | | |
| I've finally made it into the world of Xanga. Although, I do post on the groups web page... www.DavidCrowderBand.com ... I have seen Chris Tomlins page, and wanted to have one of these neat deals too! Hmmm. I do not know what all i should say right now... I guess I will have to think about it overnight... so, please pass the word of my page, and post comments of love. Later fellow worshipers! | | |
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