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| Having decided that I like my blogger doofer thing better, my Supremeness has decided to issue a declaration of a proclamation. You. Reader. Yes, you--the one gazing profoundishly at this (cathode-ray or liquid crystal) screen. You shall proceed immediately hence to the address of one Jomoe--otherwise to be addressed as the Extremely Enlightened and Supremely Dictatored One of All Things Obfusticatable--at: http://jomoe.blogspot.com/ Go ye forth and read thither, this will be the last posting hither.
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| I haven't written much from, or even with, the bottom of my heart before. However, need has definitely arisen to warrant language that can only come from that distinct, but not distant, location. In a word: courtship. The fact that I am not at this present moment singing with joy at the top of my lungs from the rooftops is proof that some composure still resides within my frame. And "why?" you ask. "What could possibly necessitate such utterly foreign designs as those which you mention?" In a word: courtship. "Well, yes one sees the point, and the word, to be blunt. But why this fanciful vociferation of singings and gallivanting about the rooftops?" In a word: courtship. "There he goes again, using that word to sum up his reason for abandoning all sense of proper decorum and propriety. What does he mean by it?" In a name: Katy.
Courtship is a friendship where both parties know that the end goal is such a deep friendship, that in order to be properly appreciated as God intended, it should be had with one person only. Having stated the above, courting is not that friendship but a means to reach that friendship, as God blesses and prospers the way. Courtship involves accountability, honesty, respect, honor, fear and copious amounts of patience. A courtship is not unlike a flower that must be watered properly. Too much water and the plant rots, not enough and the flower withers. Each courtship must proceed at an appropriate pace--and yes, as different vegetation requires different treatment, so various courtships progress at separate paces.
My heart rejoices at the opportunity that lies before me in the God-granted approval I have to court Katy. Both her parents and mine have prayed and counseled and it is with their open permission and blessing that I proceed. No doubt much counsel will be needed along the way, and I welcome it gladly. Godly councilors are a wise man's friend, and while I do not pretend to be wise, I do crave the advice of godly teachers, personified for me predominantly in my parents and also in Katy's. In my current position, I'm so overjoyed that I can't express it adequately in word or song. To be sure, there is also more than a hint of fear and trepidation at the joyous task I'm undertaking. Actions have consequences--now more than ever.
Keeping all this in mind, a courtship with but one participant is not courtship. My actions would have little meaning aside from the fact that in my courting Katy, Katy is courting me. The virtues she, as a godly lady, exemplifies include the ability to be gracious and patient with me as I learn what it means to court, while courting in the midst of my learning. Her friendship has been a gift I was unworthy to receive. How God could have seen fit to so bless me is beyond my ability to grasp. I pray He takes all the glory and majesty to Himself from the relationship He has given us. Amen. | | |
| Greetings all and sundry! Long time no write (as always) because much much busy. Recently applied for and almost got the position of my boss at Senator Allen's office. Came close--such is life--and they said they'd keep an eye out for jobs for me, as well as being willing to right job recommendations. Guess life could be worse. Actually going up to the DC office this Thursday to see the Senator and tour around. Going to swing by some folks in P'ville and have dinner--fun, fun, fun. Also--word to anyone on campus or around PHC the next two weeks: my brothers (Chris and Tim) are up for the debate camp and would I'm sure appreciate getting to meet y'all. Anyhoo, God bless and God speed to all y'all this summer. Feel free to contact moi concerning...anything. No fees and no guarantees.  | | |
| Greetings! Sorry to have not written in so long--has been rather busy here. Such is life, or my current perception of 't. Actually I've been doing some pretty cool stuff recently--volunteering at an event where the President spoke on Bio-Diesel and energy policy; starting my internship with Senator Allen's Office; and doing my best to maintain a life.
Working with/for Senator Allen has been most fascinating. I've gotten to enter data, sort data, answer the phone, compile data, call people on the phone, listen to voicemail, transfer people on the phone, take messages, send people to voicemail, and YES--place people on hold! The people that I work with are all very nice and understanding. I don't think I've made any major slip-ups yet, however, the summer is long and the potential will be there for quite some time. One item of great interest currently is the whole filibuster rule change deal. Because the computer monitors for all the computers function as TV's as well, I've gotten to watch a lot of C-SPAN2 and the debates on the floor of the Senate. When you're working for a Senator and said Senator is on national television, it's considered mandatory to view such appearances. I really don't think I could be working for a better Senator--Senator Allen is AWESOME! I'm sure I'll have more interesting anecdotes to relate as the summer progresses.
I'll do my best to update above blog--we'll have to see, shan't we? | | |
| Greetings and whats-it. I've discovered a song that was recently discovered and has gained widespread cyber-popularity. And no. It's not in Latin--it's in Romanian, which is not quite entirely unlike Latin, but close.
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha
Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc, Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea. Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso, Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic, Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei, Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei. Chipul tau si dragostea din tei, Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei, Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei. Chipul tau si dragostea din tei, Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum, Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea. Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso, Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic, Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei, Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei. Chipul tau si dragostea din tei, Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei, Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei. Chipul tau si dragostea din tei, Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-haha
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei, Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei. Chipul tau si dragostea din tei, Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Very interesting song. If you take an inadvertant interest in lip-synching college students, here's a most awesome link to see this song lip-synched: http://www.porchlight.us/numa.htm | | |
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