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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Tue, 23 May 2006 16:02:54 GMT

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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Wed, 10 May 2006 15:38:45 GMT

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Celebrating Spring

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 16:48:10 GMT

Spring Sunday is coming up. The day we celebrate Jesus' creation of flowers that come back every year. A spring bunny will be hiding spring eggs for a spring egg hunt too. Aaahhh, thank you Jesus for making Spring so that we can have a 2 day break from school. You're the best!

Man-Crush

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 13:55:40 GMT

I've got a man-crush on Clint Eastwood (specifically during his western years--Hang Em High, Pale Rider, The Outlaw Josey Wales, and others). The result of this man-crush? I'm growing my hair out to look like his. It looks a little ridiculous, and if you were to push me too hard about how little I actually resemble Clint in any significant way...well, I don't know what I'd do. Probably nothing.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 15:41:56 GMT

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Friday, January 06, 2006

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 11:13:31 GMT

Always a chore. Always semi-entertaining. Always feels like a performance.

Post-Christmas. Though I'm hardly sure I celebrated. Closest thing was helping serve a lunch to people on Christmas day who otherwise may not have eaten. One guy said he eats one meal a day. So we gave him his one meal on Christmas day. Should I feel good or bad about that?

I leaned over to my brother in church the other day and admitted that the song we were singing scared me. We sang, "he (God) knows my name. He knows my every thought. He sees each tear that falls, and hears me when I call." I guess that should all be comforting. It isn't. He knows my every thought!? Sometimes the darkness in my head feels too thick even for me. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a beautiful ocean with ten million gallons of crude oil floating on the surface and killing all the wildlife. I admitted to my brother that I often find myself living as if God doesn't see, and that's why it scares me to sing, "he knows my every thought".

I'm gaining weight. I'm not trying to. Ever since I got married I started gaining weight. It's starting to get to be too much. I wish food didn't taste good. Or that I could be more disciplined about my consumption.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 15:53:53 GMT

New Web-Log Entry! Read me! Read me! See what I'm up to, see what I care! See with your eyes, I won't even care if you stare. It's words on a page, not me on a stage, not me in the back throwing up. It's anonymous, it's magnanimous, it's the best of the best of the best. There's little to know, really, when all you see is this me.

Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama, dramatic.

Ironic, ironic, ironic, ironic, ironic, ironic.

Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired.

Cliched, cliched, cliched.

See me saluting.

Like on the freeway.

When I get cut off.

In a dream.

'Cause that's not how anyone REALLY acts.

When they think people will know.

If you think sunsets are pretty, gimme 2 eprops.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 18:45:38 GMT

A Poem I wrote for my wife while we were dating (from 12/7/97)

SHE IS

She is beauty come alive: a walking rose.
She is the pre-dawn morning: the promise of a beauty, still greater to come.
She is a willing vessel for the dawning Christ--growing ever brighter in His likeness--
the Morning Star appearing.
She is velvet. She is iron. She is water. She is glass.
She is all a woman should be: the softest touch, the strongest blast.
She is Nile overflowing, she is dew upon the leaf.
She is the words "I love you", to my heart, a gentle thief.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 12:31:04 GMT

Seems that sharing food is universally considered an act of unification. I don't know, of course, about "universally"...I haven't studied every culture in the world, but I got to thinking last night--watching the movie "Phenomenon" with Travolta. There's a scene in which he talks about eating from the same apple as an act of participation--of becoming one with each other (and the apple to some extent). It struck me as something of a pagan (used in the non-perjorative sense) communion. In this respect, it reminded me of a scene from the movie "The Pianist" with Adrian Brody. There's a part, where, as the family waits in quarantine to be shipped somewhere unknown, one of them finds and opens a bar of chocolate. Slowly (and almost reverently), the family passes the chocolate around, each taking one square as they share in this communion/last supper. It is fascinating to me, really, how prevalent such touchstones continue to be in artistic expression. I don't know about the universal thing, but I do know that Christians aren't the only people in the world who think of a shared meal as an act of unification/consecration (that is, being set apart or prepared for something else). Obviously, the practice goes back farther than Jesus, and likely goes back farther than the hospitality described in the book of Genesis when Abram/Abraham welcomes Melchizedek (and tithes to him BTW). Could it be that Adam and Eve sharing the apple was the first "communion"? Could it be that in some way the last supper overturned the curse even as it related to a shared experience of food? I don't know. But I know I'm not the only one who thinks eating together is sacred.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 15:31:36 GMT

The summer of travelling. This time, my wife and I went to the Dominican Republic to celebrate our 5 years of marriage. We celebrated by lounging beside the ocean for several hours every day, snorkeling, eating, reading...and plucking hairs out of our moles. No. Really. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be a werewolf? I have. The other day. I watched a horrible "B" movie called, "Ginger Snaps Back 2: The Beginning". It got me thinking.

What if there was a movie about a planet of werewolves, and somehow a disease was introduced--through biting, or something, I don't know--and the werewolves who were infected actually turned into humans. And, for whatever reason, the werewolves, though larger and presumably more ferocious (though I wonder what a civilization of werewolves would be like, and whether they would become more docile in order to live together in communities...or would it be like real wolves...?) would be really scared of the humans? Hmmm.

On a similar note, why are there no, like, were-rabbits? Or were-poodles? I mean, surely they could be part of the were-family too.

I was also thinking it might be kinda funny if only one part of your body became "were-wolf'ed". Like, say, your leg. That would be funny. The rest of your body is fine, but at the full moon your leg gets all big and hairy, and your toenails grow long and yellow and sharp. Would you run in circles? I mean, if your one leg is so much stronger...

I love my wife.