Today I found out that the person who introduced to me to Five Iron Frenzy is now an atheist.
Five Iron Frenzy was an alternative... well, ska... Christian band. I like them a lot. He took me to a small concert (as in, at a church) that had their frontman once.
I wish colleges had less of a negative impact on people's spirituality than they do. College ministries have their work cut out for them.
3.27.2009
3.22.2009
I have a new favorite band:
The Decemberists.
The rest of this post will have nothing to do with that... suckers.
A couple posts back I talked about things that'd be going down, and moved backwards toward the present.
Join me now, as we review and supplement.
That night I tried to predict things that I couldn't possibly anticipate. I was not surprised. Curveballs were headed my way.
The next day I did in fact fall asleep during class. I did my usual things. I did not sleep, and certainly prayed a lot. I don't recall if I dabbled on the guitar or piano - but I assure you there was music.
That Wednesday Lent began. I'm afraid I've done little really wander in the desert. I found a money clip on one of the dunes and checked into the Holiday Inn Express. I sat in a familiar room in front of familiar faces, and I was nervous. I slept great.
That Thursday I did some group work and slept a great deal. DaaM was great, and I never did pack.
Friday morning I packed like a whirlwind, leaving nothing to chance. Last minute changes put me in a different vehicle... still a van - but no stir craziness. Got to know a good friend a little better... and stuck a dragon to my arm for the weekend. It was fantastic. There was a lot of rain, and I was awed.
That Saturday I sang a lot, I formed an informed opinion of the Gatlinburg speaker that was spot on. I considered him fantastic, and his message informative - and I was not disappointed. I ate some delicious food. I DID NOT GET SICK. I started to read "Watchmen" - this was unexpected. I shaved my beard into some sweet handlebars. I got my hair cut into a mullet. I got my hair cut into its current iteration. I rocked it at some trivia.
That Sunday I snorted myself awake (not on cocaine, I assure you). Little did I know what awaited me. After the most sustaining meal one can have, I learned along with everyone else that their was snow. This was unexpected. This did not relent. After several hours on the road and several exchanged stories, I made a new friend - the city of Anderson, South Carolina. I slept on a floor, underneath an unfamiliar ceiling - and I slept well, because I was peace.
That Monday, I did not shave. I woke up in Anderson, and continued home. Then I shoveled snow, helped free a truck from under a tree, ate with friends, and passed out.
Open wide - its time for your supplement!
On Tuesday I boycotted class. On Wednesday I recovered more sleep. On Thursday I took a test and sang my heart out some more. On Friday I hung about town.
Early Saturday morning I drove to CCF to see off a crew of people bound for Juarez, Mexico. Then I went back to sleep, only to wake a few hours later and head home. That night I received a phone call.
That phone call began a 24+ hour odyssey to and from Vicksburg, Mississippi. I piled into a car with 4 other people, picked up a van from the Atlanta airport on...
Sunday, and rode 7 or so hours west. At 7 AM local time, I collasped under another unfamiliar ceiling, amongst friends. Thanks yous and hugs were exchanged, and I again saw off a crew of people bound for Juarez, Mexico. Then we made the long trip home.
Monday I slept.
Tuesday I returned to Athens and spent time with a friend. Wednesday I did yardwork. Thursday I spent sick... it sucked.
Friday and Saturday I did more yardwork.
On Sunday I did still more yardwork and welcomed back a crew from Juarez, Mexico.
On Monday I had a huge headache and project to do. I ran a meeting, attended a few more, and slept well.
On Tuesday I almost lost all of my notes for school. It was worrisome. My project was moved back 2 weeks. Hooray.
On Wednesday I ate until I almost burst - the Barbeque was well worth it.
On Thursday I tried to give someone the advice I felt led to give... I think it was actually useful to him. I sang... and I got quite a few compliments... it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
On Friday I got another phone call and made plans to hang out with a friend I'd not seen in months. I went to Oz. I wore a dress. It was spectacular... in that it was a spectacle.
On Saturday I worked on a paper and saw that friend. It was a good time. I also shot zombies with my homies.
On Sunday I sat down to my computer to chronicle 3 weeks of events as though I were writing a memior. I toyed around with the idea of trying to predict another week's worth of happenings, but then I realized the futility in trying to predict things that I can't possibly anticipate. I lauged at my efforts and thanked God for his veiled clarity.
On Sunday night I wrote an oxymoron about the One who is truly indescribable. And I laughed.
Then I went to bed.
I have a new favorite band:
The Decemberists.
And the rest of this post had nothing to do with that.
The Decemberists.
The rest of this post will have nothing to do with that... suckers.
A couple posts back I talked about things that'd be going down, and moved backwards toward the present.
Join me now, as we review and supplement.
That night I tried to predict things that I couldn't possibly anticipate. I was not surprised. Curveballs were headed my way.
The next day I did in fact fall asleep during class. I did my usual things. I did not sleep, and certainly prayed a lot. I don't recall if I dabbled on the guitar or piano - but I assure you there was music.
That Wednesday Lent began. I'm afraid I've done little really wander in the desert. I found a money clip on one of the dunes and checked into the Holiday Inn Express. I sat in a familiar room in front of familiar faces, and I was nervous. I slept great.
That Thursday I did some group work and slept a great deal. DaaM was great, and I never did pack.
Friday morning I packed like a whirlwind, leaving nothing to chance. Last minute changes put me in a different vehicle... still a van - but no stir craziness. Got to know a good friend a little better... and stuck a dragon to my arm for the weekend. It was fantastic. There was a lot of rain, and I was awed.
That Saturday I sang a lot, I formed an informed opinion of the Gatlinburg speaker that was spot on. I considered him fantastic, and his message informative - and I was not disappointed. I ate some delicious food. I DID NOT GET SICK. I started to read "Watchmen" - this was unexpected. I shaved my beard into some sweet handlebars. I got my hair cut into a mullet. I got my hair cut into its current iteration. I rocked it at some trivia.
That Sunday I snorted myself awake (not on cocaine, I assure you). Little did I know what awaited me. After the most sustaining meal one can have, I learned along with everyone else that their was snow. This was unexpected. This did not relent. After several hours on the road and several exchanged stories, I made a new friend - the city of Anderson, South Carolina. I slept on a floor, underneath an unfamiliar ceiling - and I slept well, because I was peace.
That Monday, I did not shave. I woke up in Anderson, and continued home. Then I shoveled snow, helped free a truck from under a tree, ate with friends, and passed out.
Open wide - its time for your supplement!
On Tuesday I boycotted class. On Wednesday I recovered more sleep. On Thursday I took a test and sang my heart out some more. On Friday I hung about town.
Early Saturday morning I drove to CCF to see off a crew of people bound for Juarez, Mexico. Then I went back to sleep, only to wake a few hours later and head home. That night I received a phone call.
That phone call began a 24+ hour odyssey to and from Vicksburg, Mississippi. I piled into a car with 4 other people, picked up a van from the Atlanta airport on...
Sunday, and rode 7 or so hours west. At 7 AM local time, I collasped under another unfamiliar ceiling, amongst friends. Thanks yous and hugs were exchanged, and I again saw off a crew of people bound for Juarez, Mexico. Then we made the long trip home.
Monday I slept.
Tuesday I returned to Athens and spent time with a friend. Wednesday I did yardwork. Thursday I spent sick... it sucked.
Friday and Saturday I did more yardwork.
On Sunday I did still more yardwork and welcomed back a crew from Juarez, Mexico.
On Monday I had a huge headache and project to do. I ran a meeting, attended a few more, and slept well.
On Tuesday I almost lost all of my notes for school. It was worrisome. My project was moved back 2 weeks. Hooray.
On Wednesday I ate until I almost burst - the Barbeque was well worth it.
On Thursday I tried to give someone the advice I felt led to give... I think it was actually useful to him. I sang... and I got quite a few compliments... it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
On Friday I got another phone call and made plans to hang out with a friend I'd not seen in months. I went to Oz. I wore a dress. It was spectacular... in that it was a spectacle.
On Saturday I worked on a paper and saw that friend. It was a good time. I also shot zombies with my homies.
On Sunday I sat down to my computer to chronicle 3 weeks of events as though I were writing a memior. I toyed around with the idea of trying to predict another week's worth of happenings, but then I realized the futility in trying to predict things that I can't possibly anticipate. I lauged at my efforts and thanked God for his veiled clarity.
On Sunday night I wrote an oxymoron about the One who is truly indescribable. And I laughed.
Then I went to bed.
I have a new favorite band:
The Decemberists.
And the rest of this post had nothing to do with that.
3.21.2009
Things to do this weekend...
Rejoice.
Write a paper.
Do some yardwork.
Draw a picture.
Learn a song.
Project.
I've always enjoyed poems shaped in some way like the list above. Longer lines as you approach the middle. That revelation was the not the reason for the post - just a happy accident.
Write a paper.
Do some yardwork.
Draw a picture.
Learn a song.
Project.
I've always enjoyed poems shaped in some way like the list above. Longer lines as you approach the middle. That revelation was the not the reason for the post - just a happy accident.
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