I nearly didn't have a featured blog to put up for this week! wockerjabby
verse of the week : "and now these three remain : faith, hope and love. but the greatest of these is love." 1 corinthians 13 : 13
quote of the week : "Some saw the giant as too big to hit; David saw the giant as too big to miss." - Darin Anderson (my youth pastor)
Countdown to youth camp : 4.7 days
Today was just totally blah. Or as L.T. put it, today was an "official non-productive day." Well, fine with me! Got a lot of work done elsewhere on the Web, role-player-wise, and had fun while we were at it.
The weekend was actually loads of fun, too - I think the last time I went to the aquarium was the summer after my freshman year in high school! And back then, I was more interested in the beach than in the fish - but this time all the different sea creatures Mir and I looked at captivated me. I went a little snap-happy with the camera, but that's okay - taking pics is harmless for everyone 'cept the octopus. (And seriously - they had signs up by the octopus tank advising you not to flash the poor guy.) Afterwards we walked down Cannery Row, window-shopping and taking in the sights, and then went to pick up my brother, who celebrated his 18th birthday by seeing the Christian rapper T-Bone at Spirit West Coast.
One more week before youth camp - woooooooooooohoo! The only thing I'm a lil' concerned about is registering for next semester's classes, which I have to do while I'm at camp. So long as they have a rotary phone somewhere nearby, I'll be fine, though.
I'm living just as the century ends.Perhaps this poem could've been more ideal for New Year's, but since this year marks the beginning of a new century (and a new milennium), it doesn't really matter (to me, anyway) when this poem is posted. And, oh yes! An L.T. post pointed me in the direction of this extremely beautiful poem; I hope you get lost in it as much as I did - certain parts of it especially appealed to me, buuuuuuuut, well, I won't say which parts. *S* I'm just a brat like that sometimes - heehee.
It feels rather strange to see a child crawling around our house again. Not that that's bad - the boy who's making all the noise right now is such a cute little guy!
Tomorrow we head for the aquarium. I'm so excited!
My gosh - yesterday's solitary post sounds so pathetic!
You see, I want a lot.I need to buy a copy of this book. This poet writes such great stuff.
Ya know, I feel kinda horrible right now and I'm not sure why. This is, needless to say, very bad.
verse of the week : "better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere." psalm 84 : 10a
blog of the week : Richard's Dish
quote of the week : "Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either." - Golda Meir
I seem to forget what I want to post the second before the page editor pops up. Grrrr . . .
ThisDo you know what absolutely amazes me?
It's the fact that a majority of Christians seem to have driven themselves into a corner and built a rock wall to keep 'em hemmed in there. Actually, it's rather sad. There's a book out by Bob Briner called Roaring Lambs that pretty much challenges believers to get outta the corner and get into the real world. IMO, I think some folks are afraid of the criticism they'll get from seculars - to tell ye the truth, I think we bring the criticism down on ourselves. This book is definitely worth a read, though.
Yahooooo! Monterey, here we come!
I've been eating fried rice non-stop since I came home for the summer. (Well, not all the time, just a lot more frequently than usual, it seems.) This is one dish I need to learn how to make before the fall semester starts!
What are your favorite comics? I could name a dozen that I try to read on a daily basis, but there's one series that doesn't appear in the papers and has been a favorite of mine for as long as I could remember : The Adventures of Tintin. Yeah, baby - Tintin rocks!
I came across this book of poetry written by a 13th century Sufi mystic called Jelaluddin Rumi (Sufis are Muslim, so this guy isn't Jewish as I first thought he was - my bad!); I'm still going through the book, but I've noticed some interesting things about his poetry already. For one thing, he writes in prose form, but most of his poetry has a story with some sort of moral - or more than one moral, even - embedded in the tale. He starts to tell the story within the poem, then suddenly interrupts with little bits of advice or "discussion," then jumps back into the story again. 'Tis pretty neat - or interesting, to say the least. And then the rest of the poetry are lil' stanzas that come under one loose heading. Here's one piece :
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Still going through Rilke's stuff at the same time. What can I say? There's too much good poetry out there, still waiting to be found.
I dunno what button I pressed, but if I have to post this a third time, I won't be a happy camper.
How much fun exactly can you cram into one weekend??
If you are a storyteller, then I applaud you ; you have one of the best jobs that has ever existed since mankind was first created. I heard several stories today, told by master storytellers who knew how to keep their audience captivated, and I think one of 'em got a lot of practice because he has an especially receptive audience : children. More power to ya, man.
Got back about an hour ago from a surprise b-day party for two of the youths I know from church - brothers, really. The ranch where the party was held is so gorgeous : there's the barn and corrals where the horses and sheep are kept (I wouldn't exactly include this in the "gorgeous" part), the huge backyard that's comprised of a basketball court, a deck, and a pool, the house itself (totally country), and the acres of land that surround the property. Country living, California style. Yeah!
A gal friend from church sang this song today, a very touching and simple song with lyrics that definitely echo through my life :
The pathway is brokenOwens is one of the most amazing singers I've ever had the chance to watch perform a live concert. For one thing, she is blind, but she never let this handicap inhibit her from pursuing a career in music. And though no one would take her on because of her blindness, she persisted until one day a completely charmed Christian music artist by the name of Michael W. Smith decided to let her record an album for his label, Rocketown Records. And guess what?
Ginny Owens won the New Artist of the Year Award at the 2000 Dove Awards ceremony.
Today was extremely fun : imagine driving down a two-lane highway on a sunny afternoon, watching "gangs" of Harley-Davidson cyclists whiz past, on your way to a mall about an hour away. Yep, that was today. Also today was buying two new books at Borders, and checking out The Emperor's New Groove, which, while extremely hilarious, kinda overdid the sarcasm bit. (Yeah, and you're talking to a Princess of Sarcasm here. Who'da thought it?)