Behold what a moment of my life is like:
I am just walking outside. Nothing much to do, aside from saving the world. Well, at that very moment, a van cannot go into reverse, and is stuck between a dumpster, and hill, and a devastating fall. Well, being such a superhuman person, I know it's my duty to save the day. So I heave and I hove and I push that van right up the mountain. You must understand, this is no ordinary van. It is an important van, with an important driver, without which somebody would soon be in dire trouble.
I'm a piece of crumbly mountain wall and I'm taking you with me.
Oh no, not today buddy. I grabbed you right out of thin air!
And that is not a day, but just one moment in the life of me.
Glad you could make my acquaintance.
Posted 9/30/2004 at 12:6 PM |
It is painful to talk, painful to pull such wandering thoughts out of empty cranial space and attempt to compose meaningful conversations; such attempts usually end as a mess of words splattered across this empty white space or flung witlessly through the air--gravity nor friction taking their effect over the spoken word as they unbiasedly wreck havoc. And yet, I continue to speak.
For example, I was, today, walking to lunch when I encountered friends. Oh such wonderful people, fully deserving of being celebrities--aside from the lack of morals such people traditionally have (speaking of which, you can ask Michael about the proper role of women and Moses about the proper role of men). And so, during the ensuing conversation, brilliant me decides to say something (if Prof. Clark were saying this, he would now say: If I were filming this, I would have him open his mouth and insert shoe.). And so I say, "I had such an interesting thought about you," or something to that effect. And of course they wanted to know what it was that I thought. And being socially and verbally hindered (no, I'm not bilingual, nor monolingual-- I am fluent in no language, but that is beside the point) I say that I haven't yet formed those interesting thoughts into coherent words. HINT: This is not a good thing to say. Because it means that you later have to remember those thoughts and continue to put them into words (which in this situation was easy, but you never know).
My thought today in chapel was about missionaries. There are apparently many of them out there somewhere. And yet, I know only 2 of them (give or take). And so, what happens when we pray for missionaries is that we find it hard to pray for missionaries in general, because we can see only the specifics of those few whom we do know. I once thought of missionaries as people with a formless face--faces of people I don't know. But when you meet a missionary, when you meet a real, living, breathing, animated person who just happens to live in another country for the purpose of sharing Jesus Christ with others, then you have a face, a personality to associate with those people. And then missionaries become people, people you can know and love and care about. And that's what is so awesome about relationships-- not stereotyping people, but finally understanding who one person is, and so understanding that the other people are persons, too. So there you go.
Es Ist Nichts
Posted 9/29/2004 at 10:45 PM |
Rap with me now:
Badu ba chew - da da... badu ba chew; Badu ba chew - da da... badu ba chew...
Thank you.
Consider the creep factor of Carter Hall. It was forged in the depths of time, during those dark ages which none now living can recall. It once housed the finest and richest society our culture produced, and has now reached the pinnacle of its existence. It slumps at the top of this mountain; limitless are the deep places that were once uncovered but have now been lost. Its halls echo with a cold laughter, smothered in fog and riddled with chipped paint. And yet, amid these creepy, dingy walls we find our home--our place of sojourn. What makes it so special? Is it that we are a community? I think not, for if I went through this article and wrote "community" 563 times, you would most likely curse the day the microcomputer appeared (you like that word microcomputer, don't you?). Well, we are a community. But what exactly does that mean, to be a community? Does community mean to commune together? Or perhaps community means to communicate, or even commute together. Or does it have a deeper meaning, such as to share common values. Does community mean to have the same reference point, to be fixed upon the same thing. I don't have a good definition of community at this time, though I'm sure I could get one from any faculty in particular. But would their definition of community match up with another prof's else's definition of community? It seems unlikely. I recommend that I move on now.
To my few faithful readers, those dear souls who lament to read these words yet do so dutifully and faithfully, I commend you. I hope and pray that I will but today I am still just a bill... excuse me. I pray that the following commentary will be more helpful than the previous.
For those of you interested in the schoolhouse rock song i just sang, you can hear it live here. So enjoy. Today has been a great day. I must say that Trey and I have scored in our game of gets. We stand now at 5 to 12. I successfully pulled two "gets" today within 30 minutes of each other, small though they were. I retaliated with a cell phone attack on SNP... I also let her hike up the mountain... because I didn't give her a ride. she didn't find it as amusing as I did, though.
Ahh, goodness is coming. My quote for the day (from whom I will not say (and yes, that does rhyme, Trey (and so did that, hey!))) is as follows:
"it centers it in the center of the document"
By golly, who would have thought it? Not I, said the goose. Nor I, said the chicken. But someone did, and they thankfully will remain anonymous.
Sadly enough, I am quite tired at this time... yes I know, we face a clear and present danger. So perhaps more significant posts will be forthcoming.
I thought this quote was an adequate closing:
I'm like a superhero without the powers or motivation.Posted 9/28/2004 at 11:14 PM |
Good news:
I have nothing to say. I know you must be terribly relieved.
I do have an advertisement, though. Leaving Shiloh's debut album, Road Somewhere, was released last week. I have 4 copies of it here with me, so you can buy it for only $12--you're saving a whole $3 for shipping!!!
Well, you can check out their music at www.leavingshiloh.com. Click on the Listen Now section on the bottom half on the page to listen three full songs, or listen to clips of all of them at the Audio Downloads page.
Also, here is a pic of their CD cover
 Posted 9/22/2004 at 10:53 PM |
I love soccer.
The following excerpt is true, but has been edited for appropriateness. The names and places have been changed to protect the innocent. Regretfully, the limitations of a keyboard and mouse keep the reader from experiencing the tone of voice and body language of the story figures.
And I quote:
"Keep your hands to yourself, 6!" said m.
"I heard they pay well, Ref!?" said q.
Q protested, "They don't respect you as I respect you, Sir!"
"Keep your HANDS to yourSELF, 6!" ejaculated m.
Scoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore!!!" trumpeted t.
[Don't forget to breathe?]
"Why'ed he do it?" polls q. "Fear!" sentences the crowd.
"Keep your hands to yourself, 6!" squeals m.
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to be continued...Posted 9/22/2004 at 1:2 AM |
"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails."
(I Corinthians 13:4-8)
"With what shall I come before the LORD
and bow down before the exalted God?
Shall I come before Him with burnt offerings,
with calves a year old?
Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousand rivers of oil?
Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God."
(Micah 6:6-8)Posted 9/20/2004 at 10:51 PM |
As I sit and type this, we have no power, due to the lovely hurricane passing through. Can you imagine that--a hurricane in Tennessee? It's just amazing to me! Well anyway, this will be brief, but tonight, to close this portion of the Neal Conference, we sang the Doxology. "Praise God from Whom all blessings flow; praise Him all creatures here below...." It occurred to me just then, or rather, this thought posed itself for ponderation:
Does this weather bring as much glory to God as the sunset of last night brought? I would think that this weather, the fog, wind, rain, everything about it, brings just as much glory to God as the beautiful, serene sunset of last night. The awesome power of the storm (you know, God spoke to Job out of a storm) vs. the incredible glory in a sunbeam. You think about that... but whatever you conclude, it must be that our God is not only most worthy of glory, He alone is worthy of glory.
Let us praise His name continually!
Grace and peace,
me
 Posted 9/17/2004 at 10:22 AM |
Friends,
"Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, and caused the dawn to know its place, that it might take hold of the ends of the earth...? Where is the way to the dwelling of light? And darkness, where is its place.... Can you lead forth a constellation in its season, and guide the Bear with her satellites?"
from Job 38
If you missed the sunset tonight, these are my very poor attempts at capturing the moment. Let us not forget that this was not just a "chance" sunset; rather, the Creator, our Lord most high, brought forth these golden rays, just as he leads forth the stars at night. Just think of the creativity and splendor He exhibited tonight.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
In six days, God created everything that now exists. Everything he speaks of in Job 38 from mountain goats to leviathan, to the intricacies of the human body. Amazing is the understatement of the century.
Now... consider this:
Jesus said, "In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with Me that you also may be where I am.
(John 14:2-3)
For over 2000 years, Jesus Christ has been preparing a place for believers. You might consider that the above sunsets are black and white as far as beauty in that place goes....
I'm praying for you guys.
"As for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the LORD by failing to pray for you." (I Samuel 12:23)
waiting,
mePosted 9/15/2004 at 8:36 PM |
College life is all about learning to make decisions, with its ulitmate goal being wise decision making. College is about other things as well; minor things such as learning, growing into a mature adult, getting engaged as a freshman or after college, et al. But this decision thing just keeps popping up.
For example, right now I am making the decision not to write an essay that is due tomorrow. Instead, I am xanga-ing for my "community" of readers. Let's not get me started on that right now.
Well, before I go on, the reason for this post is because I feel that there is more to life than being really really ridiculously good looking (Thank you Hannah for making me aware that my former quote of that quote was incomplete.) You see, there is also more to life than being a funny xanga-er. I was made aware last night that I was distracting people through my ragged attempts to be funny. So, unfortunately, I announce my retirement from being funny. Trey, you can eugoogalize for me. I now reserve this xanga for more important matters, such as... well, um, maybe like garage sails. I mean sales.
So alas, until next time, when more serious matters arise.
resisting but loved,
me
 Posted 9/14/2004 at 2:54 PM |
To be or not to be. That was the question. But now that we have settled that and established my webniferous presense here, I shall continue with my first update.
I have enjoying living here so far. It really is a great place, with lots of great people, though the monastic life isn't for everyone. Yet just think, 500 years ago, we weren't even allowed to have computers in the monastary. What an improvement, so now the entire globe (or should it be glob?) can read my deep intelectual thunderings.
So, what are some perks about living on a mountain? Well, the great thing about living on a mountain is that you are, in fact, on a mountain. Stunning view. Chisled Abs. Yet even really really good looking male models can die in freak gasoline fight accidents (this movie is in no way endorsed by xanga, my xanga, or porchlight productions). But the drawbacks can be somewhat disheveling, like having to park in East Bhudda. Although it gives me a chance to some interaction with some residents of this planet.
My quote for the day--
"We are the mountain police."
"If you are the police, where are you're badges?"
"Badges? Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no stinkin' badges!"Posted 9/13/2004 at 5:41 PM |
TO HAVE:
this is the first step to using.
Next scheduled post:
December 26, 2012
What if the bandwantchee gets me before then? I will continue to hide. Continue to hope, and hope to continue.
None other than,
mePosted 9/13/2004 at 1:32 PM |