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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Costa Rica or BUST!

I wont be updating this site during our trip but I will be uploading pictures.  Here's the link.

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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Currently Listening
Arriving
By Chris Tomlin, Steven Curtis Chapman
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Giant Squid Invades Ng Household

That's right....A Giant Squid Invades the Ng Household!!!
Don't believe me?  Take a look for yourself. 
    
notice that there isn't much of a difference in length compared to me. 


A friend of my parents gave this to us last night.  People know that we like seafood but man, this can't be topped.  My dad says, "Hey come and look what someone gave us."  I thought it was a big fish that someone caught.  That's usually what it is--like the other day my mom brought home just the head and stomach of a 14lb fish that my uncle caught.  The head was almost as big as my own.  So tonight we gathered around the kitchen sink to marvel at the amounts of fried calamari that will one day be consumed. 

Speaking of...does anyone want a bag of squid fillet?  We have a lot.  At this point I don't even want to eat it.  Just looking at it was good enough. 


   
This is the beak or something like that.  I didn't even know that squid had teeth!  It is about the size of a child's fist. 




Monday, May 14, 2007

Currently Reading
Mary Poppins
By P. L. Travers
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Famima!!


Tonight The Teller and I went to have coffee and ran into Famima!! for an "Awww, remember this when we were in Japan" session.  I love this place because its "hisashibuti" all over the place.  Aka...a flood of memories come rushing into mind when I enter the store.  Its like a little Japan in America!  Okay not exactly but pretty close to it.  If I'm ever craving Tuna Mayo Onigiri then I can just hop over to Famima!! and get some.  And they even have one of my favorite drinks...that good vegetable + fruit mixture! 

This was a regular meal/snack for me while I was in Japan.  Of course this wasn't all I ate...you know I can't be filled with just one of those. 

Thanks Family Mart for bringing Japan to me!

Yours Truely,
ku-ri-su-ti



  


Wednesday, April 25, 2007

This will leave you breathless and shocked at the realities of the world we live in.

Let the Python Eat Its Tail. Amen.

April 25, 2007
By John Piper

Read this resource on our website.

Justice Anthony Kennedy wrote the opinion of the Supreme Court in upholding the ban on partial birth abortions on April 18, 2007. It is astonishing to read the opinion (PDF). The detail with which abortion is discussed exceeded my expectation. Kennedy’s own descriptions of the various forms of abortion are explicit and extensive. Descriptions of the procedure of partial birth abortion (“intact dilation and extraction”) are given from both doctors’ and nurses’ perspectives.

For example, one nurse described the procedure on a twenty-six-week-old “fetus” as follows—and remember this is a quote from Justice Kennedy’s official Supreme Court decision:

Dr. Haskell went in with forceps and grabbed the baby’s legs and pulled them down into the birth canal. Then he delivered the baby’s body and the arms—everything but the head. The doctor kept the head right inside the uterus. . . . The baby’s little fingers were clasping and unclasping, and his little feet were kicking. Then the doctor stuck the scissors in the back of his head, and the baby’s arms jerked out, like a startle reaction, like a flinch, like a baby does when he thinks he is going to fall. The doctor opened up the scissors, stuck a high-powered suction tube into the opening, and sucked the baby’s brains out. Now the baby went completely limp. . . . He cut the umbilical cord and delivered the placenta. He threw the baby in a pan, along with the placenta and the instruments he had just used. (p. 8)

There is a certain irony to the argument for the Supreme Court’s ruling. One argument against the necessity of a health exception for the mother was that alternative methods of abortion are legally available, if necessary, even at this late stage in the pregnancy. For example, the ordinary D&E (dilation and extraction). The irony is that the Court concedes that the “the standard D&E is in some respects as brutal, if not more, than intact D&E” (p. 6). In other words, in normal, legal abortions, the baby is torn apart limb from limb while still in the womb, but in a partial birth abortion, the baby is mercifully spared the dismemberment and his brains are quickly sucked out of his head.

Such are the contorted conditions in which we find ourselves: The proposal of a manifestly barbaric law (permitting the dismemberment of a partially born child) is defeated by the legal standing of a more barbaric law (permitting the dismemberment of a child in the womb). But the history of Providence has many such stories to tell—great evils finally being self-destroyed, like a python swallowing its own tail.

Pro-abortion politicians tremble as they see it coming. Barack Obama worries that “this ruling will embolden state legislatures to enact further measures to restrict a woman’s right to choose.” The Supreme Court erred, he said, because partial birth abortion is “a matter of equal rights for women.”

This use of catch phrases is surely tired. “Right to choose.” “Equal rights for women.” The grandchildren of the sixties are waking up to the vagueness and danger of those phrases. Right to choose what? Anything? All laws that protect children limit the rights of moms (and dads) to choose. You can’t choose to starve them. You can’t choose to lock them in closets for three weeks. You can’t choose to abandon them. You can’t choose to strangle them five minutes after they are born.

And “equal rights for women”—equal with whom? Equal with the irresponsible dad. Dad has sex and bears no responsibility for the baby. Mom should be equally able to have sex and bear no responsibility for the baby. Young people are looking at this and saying: Something is wrong with this picture. Maybe our lives are as broken as they are because our parents have twisted their hearts and minds so deeply to justify equality in irresponsibility.

Hilary Clinton opposes the Supreme Court decision because “the rights and lives of women must be taken into account.” Yes. That is mainly what this forty-page opinion of the court does. Read it. And it will be interesting whether Senator Clinton will have any opinion about moms and dads who want to abort their little girls, but not their little boys. I think the younger generation may ask the senator: Should the life of little women be taken into account, or only big women?

I pray that ahead and behind of the delegalization of abortion will flow waves of inner repentance as we awaken to the outrage of assaulting God’s image-bearers in the very moment of his knitting them together in their mothers’ wombs (Psalm 139:13).

Pastor John


Tuesday, April 24, 2007

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Ella Enchanted
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Pet Peeves

One of my biggest pet peeves....smelly feet. 

The other day I was sitting in the library on one of the more comfortable couches...homework all laid out and focused.  This guy came and decided to sit next to me.  Okay, no big deal...there are plenty of other couches that are free and I had to get over it because if he wants to sit on the couch then he can freely do so (its big enough for more than two people so it wasn't like he was right up rubbing shoulders with me).  So after assuring myself that life will carry on, I was once again focused.  Then...he decided to get comfortable and he took off his shoes, brought his legs up and crossed them on the couch.  Then...the smell hit me.  The stink of moisture in one's shoes and socks.  Okay, it wasn't like the worst that I've smelled but it wasn't the smell of lavenders!  Ugh, how can I sit there and concentrate when all I'm smelling is sourness.  So I walk over to a friend to tell her about it and she looks over and says, "Oh, thats my missions team leader."  Sweet--she gets to go on a missions team with Mr. Stinky Feet.

Don't worry, I got over it, I just moved my things.  Maybe I have a sensitive nose. 

What is/are your pet peeve(s)?




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