Archive for September, 2007

irony

September 28, 2007

i was going through my reader tonight and noticed this over at john chandler’s site.

my beverage of choice this evening, as i sit and use the internet at starbucks, reading john’s blog:

ethos water.

techincally my purchase is helping children. (does 5 cents per bottle really qualify as helping? i am not so sure, but i do like ethos water) after skimming this article (i’m wiped out and will be reading it in its entirety tomorrow) i’m not sure i am really helping much of anything. i have weird water issues… i hate drinking water out of a glass. i know, i am really strange, but its true. however the point is, i really need to invest in a water purifier for my apartment and get over my fear of water not being in a bottle. committing to recycle any plastic that i purchase has made me feel somewhat better about buying bottles of water, and i have stopped buying them in mass quantities… but i don’t know. now i am a bit more conflicted.

and that is all i have to say tonight.

irony

September 27, 2007

i was going through my reader tonight and noticed this over at john chandler’s site.

my beverage of choice this evening, as i sit and use the internet at starbucks, reading john’s blog:

ethos water.

techincally my purchase is helping children. (does 5 cents per bottle really qualify as helping? i am not so sure, but i do like ethos water) after skimming this article (i’m wiped out and will be reading it in its entirety tomorrow) i’m not sure i am really helping much of anything. i have weird water issues… i hate drinking water out of a glass. i know, i am really strange, but its true. however the point is, i really need to invest in a water purifier for my apartment and get over my fear of water not being in a bottle. committing to recycle any plastic that i purchase has made me feel somewhat better about buying bottles of water, and i have stopped buying them in mass quantities… but i don’t know. now i am a bit more conflicted.

and that is all i have to say tonight.

10/6/07

September 13, 2007

hope to see some of you locals here:

10/6/07

September 13, 2007

hope to see some of you locals here:

oh, but to have glimpses.

September 13, 2007

recently i have picked [back] up a daily reflection guide by madeleine l’engle. i started going through it last week and was reminded of the fact i had yet to read any of her other works. the other day as i scanned the news at a certain news site i noticed she had died. here are 2 entries that i really, really enjoyed and found somewhat timely in light of her recent passing.

9/9

What is our part in keeping this planet alive? Working toward stopping the folly and horror of atomic devastation? To say that nuclear war is inevitable is defeatism, not realism. As long as there is anybody to care, to pray, to turn to God, to be willing to be el’s messenger even in unexpected ways, there is still hope.

How can we have a wide view of the unity of the universe and of God without lapsing into a vague pantheism? If God created all of Creation, if God is the author of Buddhists and Hindus and Jains as well as those who have “accepted Jesus Christ as Lord,” how can we avoid a wishy-washy permissiveness?

Not be retreating back into a closed system. Not by saying: Only those who believe exactly as I do can be saved. Not by insisting that only those whose gods fit into the same box as my God will go to heaven. Not by returning to polytheism and proclaiming that our god is greater than the gods of other cultures.

Paradoxically, it comes back to us, to our acceptance of ourselves as created by God, and loved by God, no matter how far we have fallen from God’s image in us. It is not a self-satisfied, self-indulgent acceptance, but a humble, holy, and wondrous one.

9/10

In the Bible, heaven is described metaphorically, not literally. We are given some hints and clues, but it remains for us a realm of mystery.

When my father died when I was seventeen, I pondered heaven and God’s plan for el’s complex and contradictory children, and it seemed to me to be evident that nobody i knew, certainly including myself, was ready for heaven after this mortal life in which we are all, in one way or another, bent and broken. There may be a handful of people who are prepared for the unveiled vision of God. But most of us are not, most of us still have a vast amount to learn. I don’t know how God plans to teach me all that I need to know before I am ready for the Glory, but my faith is based on the belief that I don’t have to know. I have to know only that the Maker is not going to abandon me when I die; is not going to make creatures who are able to ask questions which simply cannot be answered in this life, and then drop them with the questions still unanswered.

oh, but to have glimpses.

September 12, 2007

recently i have picked [back] up a daily reflection guide by madeleine l’engle. i started going through it last week and was reminded of the fact i had yet to read any of her other works. the other day as i scanned the news at a certain news site i noticed she had died. here are 2 entries that i really, really enjoyed and found somewhat timely in light of her recent passing.

9/9

What is our part in keeping this planet alive? Working toward stopping the folly and horror of atomic devastation? To say that nuclear war is inevitable is defeatism, not realism. As long as there is anybody to care, to pray, to turn to God, to be willing to be el’s messenger even in unexpected ways, there is still hope.

How can we have a wide view of the unity of the universe and of God without lapsing into a vague pantheism? If God created all of Creation, if God is the author of Buddhists and Hindus and Jains as well as those who have “accepted Jesus Christ as Lord,” how can we avoid a wishy-washy permissiveness?

Not be retreating back into a closed system. Not by saying: Only those who believe exactly as I do can be saved. Not by insisting that only those whose gods fit into the same box as my God will go to heaven. Not by returning to polytheism and proclaiming that our god is greater than the gods of other cultures.

Paradoxically, it comes back to us, to our acceptance of ourselves as created by God, and loved by God, no matter how far we have fallen from God’s image in us. It is not a self-satisfied, self-indulgent acceptance, but a humble, holy, and wondrous one.

9/10

In the Bible, heaven is described metaphorically, not literally. We are given some hints and clues, but it remains for us a realm of mystery.

When my father died when I was seventeen, I pondered heaven and God’s plan for el’s complex and contradictory children, and it seemed to me to be evident that nobody i knew, certainly including myself, was ready for heaven after this mortal life in which we are all, in one way or another, bent and broken. There may be a handful of people who are prepared for the unveiled vision of God. But most of us are not, most of us still have a vast amount to learn. I don’t know how God plans to teach me all that I need to know before I am ready for the Glory, but my faith is based on the belief that I don’t have to know. I have to know only that the Maker is not going to abandon me when I die; is not going to make creatures who are able to ask questions which simply cannot be answered in this life, and then drop them with the questions still unanswered.

i am a grown-up… i think.

September 11, 2007

its 11:30 pm.

i am in bed.

this is the earliest i have actually been IN my bed in, oh, 10 days. it wasn’t so long ago i could crack the books all night studying for an exam or writing that next exegetical paper, sneak onto campus at 3am from a certain someone’s apartment like it was nothing , go exploring under-the-city sewers in jackson in the middle of the night, drive to and from nashville in the dark after a late evening of concert-going.

how in the heck did i do this all the time in college and actually get any work done?

due to random events over the past week i have been thrust back into the world of sleep deprivation and a complete lack of any routine. spontaneity has been fun, but my productivity at work has been lacking and my desire to go run 4 miles or head to the ymca has, well, been replaced with a desire to add as much time to the alarm clock as possible before waking. i had no idea how much of a routine i had gotten into over the past few months until recently.

i tried to go to bed last night. honest. i was completely awake at midnight. then there was the weird unknown group of songs on my ipod that i had to remove one-by-one. then it was journaling. then it was tossing and turning because ,while it was late, like 1:30 or so, it wasn’t yet the more acceptable time of which i had grown accustomed to [3:00am]. so, i was forced to suffer until a more routinized time came. and it did. finally i think i passed out at like 3:30.

so here i am tucked in and anticipating sleep to come soon. i ran today and am forcing myself to go to the ymca before work. its almost midnight and i actually think i will log almost 7 hours tonight instead of 4.

seriously. how did i ever manage on less? i really can’t believe it.

i am a grown-up… i think.

September 10, 2007

its 11:30 pm.

i am in bed.

this is the earliest i have actually been IN my bed in, oh, 10 days. it wasn’t so long ago i could crack the books all night studying for an exam or writing that next exegetical paper, sneak onto campus at 3am from a certain someone’s apartment like it was nothing , go exploring under-the-city sewers in jackson in the middle of the night, drive to and from nashville in the dark after a late evening of concert-going.

how in the heck did i do this all the time in college and actually get any work done?

due to random events over the past week i have been thrust back into the world of sleep deprivation and a complete lack of any routine. spontaneity has been fun, but my productivity at work has been lacking and my desire to go run 4 miles or head to the ymca has, well, been replaced with a desire to add as much time to the alarm clock as possible before waking. i had no idea how much of a routine i had gotten into over the past few months until recently.

i tried to go to bed last night. honest. i was completely awake at midnight. then there was the weird unknown group of songs on my ipod that i had to remove one-by-one. then it was journaling. then it was tossing and turning because ,while it was late, like 1:30 or so, it wasn’t yet the more acceptable time of which i had grown accustomed to [3:00am]. so, i was forced to suffer until a more routinized time came. and it did. finally i think i passed out at like 3:30.

so here i am tucked in and anticipating sleep to come soon. i ran today and am forcing myself to go to the ymca before work. its almost midnight and i actually think i will log almost 7 hours tonight instead of 4.

seriously. how did i ever manage on less? i really can’t believe it.

velveteen rabbit

September 6, 2007

[a friend posted this yesterday and i am still reading it. its the most beautiful thing thats spoken to me in a long time.]

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

But these things don’t matter at all,
because once you are Real you can’t be ugly,
except to people who don’t understand.”

hello nano

September 6, 2007

in college i finally rationalized the purchase of an ipod mini and was secretly excited to finally be a part of the apple family. however, my timing was horrible, [though not as bad as it was for the more recent iphone buyers], because the nano was released 2 weeks later and i was a bit pissed to have purchased a product that soon became obsolete. oh well. i got over it and its been a glorious few years. we’ve run a few races, been on many a road trip, and traveled internationally together.

through a series of strange events over the weekend, i killed my mini. never, ever plug your PC compatable ipod into a mac for a quick charge. it will cost you $130 bucks to fix, or at least thats what the applecare folks told me on the phone last night.

reluctantly i looked at the apple website to consider my options and realized my timing couldn’t be more perfect, compared with a couple years ago.

its sort of weird looking but i am planning on getting one (with 10% off for recycling my beloved mini) over the weekend when the apple store in town gets them in. any thoughts?