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Name: Chris
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 3/7/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Debate, LotR, computer games, chess...occasional sports with friends or my brothers. You want to talk, you can email me or IM me...
Expertise: Expertise? Ummm...
Debate now, I guess...;)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  SpectralFalcon
Member Since:
11/26/2003
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| the representative from California has the floor...
Well, this is goodbye, sort of. Anyone who reads this regularly will
know that I haven't posted for some time--several of you have reminded
me of that fact, sometimes in quite pointed fashion. I'm on my way to
the University of Alabama on Tuesday, and this is not the place to keep
up with my life after then (not that it ever was). You can correspond
with me via email (if you don't know what it is, I'm surprised), phone
(email if you want it), or IM when I'm around. If you just want to keep
track of me, I'm moving my blog to
http://representativefromcalifornia.blogspot.com. Have fun, and I'll
catch you later. 
Viva Sacramento. Kings in '06.
Auburn the NorCal town rocks. Auburn the University is the enemy.
Soli Deo Gloria.
--Chris
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| OC Supertones, Jury Duty
5 am on Tuesday
Why am I up so early?
Drivin’ out to Santa
Ana ’cause I’ve got jury duty
No breakfast, short tempered
And I cut my head shaving
Ten miles out I hit traffic
Some days just aren’t worth saving
You know I haven’t had the best of days
But I want to stop and thank You anyway
At the courthouse I waited
And waited, then I waited
At lunchtime my car stalled out
I couldn’t get it started
Had a book by C.S. Lewis
I finished the last page and
Slept on my desk for three hours
Just like my high school days
Cuz every single moment whether sleeping or awake
Is Your creation
And what You’ve made is good
I don’t always thank You for the rough days and
The hard times in my life
Even though I should
Got home and decided I’d be in a bad mood
My shy and quiet wife said she didn’t like my attitude
Got a call from my mother
Forgot my sister’s birthday
I’m a lousy older brother safe to say I’ve had a bad day
Cuz every single moment whether sleeping or awake
Is Your creation
And what You’ve made is good
I don’t always thank You for the rough days and
The hard times in my life
Even though I should
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I guess the song is probably a bit harsher than I intend. I had a lot
of fun at Nats, but the last day and a half (used loosely to indicate
a period of approximately 34 hours from 18:00 Wednesday to 04:00 Friday
:-p) was rather overshadowed by poor judging and disappointing results.
Again, I'm faced with the balance between God's will and
poor-to-mediocre performance on the part of much of the judging
pool--and again, God's goodness is the only thing I have to count on.
Other than the judging issue, the tournament was awesome. I wanted to
judge, but I was apparently ineligible. That's okay, since I got to
watch whatever rounds I wanted and coach the teams afterward.
Thankfully, I had very little to complain about in most of the rounds.
The times between, before, and after rounds were wonderful. I've been
blessed with some wonderful friends in NCFCA and the alumni pool, and I
got to hang out with almost all of them at that tournament (Steve,
you'd better show up next year  ).
I guess I'm well and truly an alumnus now. That's scary.
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| O.C. Supertones, Grounded
I strike back like
the empire
and we'll televise the revolution.
What will save you
From divine retribution?
Do our part, try to make a contribution
Playin' at 11, givin' OC noise pollution.
Think long and hard
about our world today...
what needs to be said,
and what I need to say.
We're a tower of Babel
built on anti-philosophy,
Nietzche in the west
and Krishna in the east.
War rages on through
generations.
All of these Christians
abandoned their stations.
A whole world around us,
and we've ceased to reach.
An army of soldiers,
we've neglected to teach.
But, it's dim and not pitch black.
The truth will prevail.
If our God is for us, how can we fail?
No surer hope has ever been rested.
But for our adversary's worthy,
prepare to be tested.
Hoo, Hah.
How will you stand
if you don't understand?
Hoo, Hah.
Fight like a man, scriptures in hand.
And here we stand
naked, barehanded futily prepared
for the blows to be landed.
Presuppositions is all you can stand on.
Can you twist their wrist
when they lay a hand on?
Learn how to fight
from words on a paper.
learn from the shoguns,
Bahnsen and Schaeffer.
Invincible army,
Holy Spirit our general.
Weapons are formed
form most precious of minerals.
Kids in universities,
drowning in an ocean
of apostate philosophy.
We need apologetic instruction...
mental reconstruction.
Ignorance reduction,
to halt the mass abduction.
Evangelical mind
has been scandalized.
Wisdom and truth
have been vandalized,
by the unevangelized.
No truth in a world
that is randomized.
Expose the lies
no matter how they're disguised.
Nats post is upcoming.
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| I was listening to one of the talk-radio stations the other day while
driving (my car only has AM-band radio), and I heard a rather amusing
commercial. This particular ad was for the Weekly Standard,
a center-right publication that I occasionally check out online. Now,
the choice of magazine could certainly have been worse. It could've
been any one of the rather lousy magazines found at checkout stands
where I live (not likely on a conservative NewsTalk station), or
perhaps Newsweek, those masters of the anonymous source. It could have
been Human Events, home of such luminaries as Ann "kill the leaders and
convert the rest" Coulter, Michelle Malkin (author of a book defending
the Japanese internments in WWII), or Pat "Xenophobia, Inc." Buchanan.
Thankfully, the magazine in question is a fairly reasonable
publication.
However, I found a particular line in the ad rather amusing: "The
Weekly Standard is a conservative publication, so you're free from the
bias in magazines like Time or Newsweek."
Am I the only one who sees the irony in that statement?
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| - Landing in London -
Math...math...more math...
Why do I always find myself doing a bunch of math tests all at once?
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