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What should I wear to the Dave Matthews concert?

ipod

I always feel a bit like Fred Flintstone when I go to the Y with my cheesy little radio that hooks on my pants with a big long corded set of earphones. But I really only want a radio so that I can hear what is on the YMCA televisions. I don't want to listen to music, so there's really no point in purchasing an ipod. I don't really get the ipod craze. Then again, I've never really understood any portable music craze. I prefer quiet.

Johnny

I had a wonderful, long dream lastnight about Johnny Depp. It turns out that, according to my subconscious, Johnny robs houses in his spare time. Lastnight, he fell in love with one of the girls he robbed, who he almost kidnapped but dropped her off to be with her family at Disney World. I know, it's weird.

Then, he wrote to his agent:

"I'm just writing to tell you I've fallen in love with a girl. She is neither beautiful nor talented. But I think I've got an idea for an excellent script."

Oh, my stem cells!

While I am not a big Bush fan, I am backing up his stance on the stem cell research bill. For this situation, I am reminded of that show, Law and Order. The lawyer is always told he can't use that witness or this evidence. So, after some more work, he finds another way and usually wins his case.

Stem cells can be retrieved from places other than embryos. I understand that these are donated embryos that would probably be destroyed anyway, but the government, our country, which I pay taxes to and all that stuff, should not be the ones to pay for something I consider ethically wrong. The blood can be on someone else's hands--not mine, and not the government's.

I know that Parkinson's and other diseases are devastating, but even as we cure and vaccinate and medicate, more diseases will come and people will always be dying. Let's not lose our heads in a panic over something that is inevitable (death). Chill out, think for a minute, and find another way to get stem cells.

MUSKIES!!!!!!!

December 19th, 2002...I wrote this post over Christmas break because I could hardly stand to be away from my Muskies for a month. Now we've been apart for over two years. :( So, I've decided to repost it, just on the off chance that someone will feel bad and visit me.


"Would my Muskies come visit me if told the I was dying? I thought of that today and wrote a nice rhyming poem that has really poor rhythm, but bear with me. Here it is:



Dead By Saturday

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my dear,
So you better come quick.
You need to be here.

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my dearest.
When I take my last breath,
I do want you nearest.

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my love.
When I pass
It’s you I’ll be thinking of.

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my star.
So drive on up and don’t say
It’s too far.

I’ll be dead by Saturday, I swear!
Practice what you'll say as my life comes to a close.
I know you must care.

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my darling.
I can already feel myself
Slowly drifting...the angels are calling.

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my sweet sugar plum!
I’m not faking! I promise, it’s true.
When I’m gone, won’t YOU feel dumb!

I’ll be dead by Saturday, my dear,
So please come very soon.
I’m slipping away, I fear.

I feel so tired, so weak, so alone...
Why, why aren’t you here?
Call in the troops! They’ll bring you, I know.

Won’t you hold my hand as I leave, my dear?
For I’ll be dead by Saturday,
And that is ever so near!"

Is the world getting better or worse?

What do you think?

Kids are psychotic.

Some kids are psychotic. I don't like kids who don't know how to control their voice level. It drives me nuts.

Disney or Die

We bought Disney season passes so now we have to go at least about five times in the next twelve months to get our money's worth.

Teaching preschool is a breeze compared to first grade. Loving it. So far.

I'm really busy.

Like It's 1999

While it would have been cool to watch the fireworks at the beach, John and I decided the traffic afterwards just wouldn't be worth it. It's too bad we don't live in the parking lot of Dravenstott's. That was very convenient.

Instead, we sat for a few hours talking to some friends of ours, which was nice because we rarely have serious dialog with anyone besides each other. I am tired of small talk with people all the time.

We had a "Christmas in July" party yesterday for the youth group kids. They even bought each other gag gifts. The best gift was a roll of toilet paper and some anti-diarrheal pills. Funny stuff.

Our church often has meatballs as an appetizer at events like this, and everytime they make me a little bit sick. Everytime I eat them anyway. And now I feel sick.

Am I blind?

So, I'm reading this book called Blue Like Jazz. Just about every evangelical Christian in the world is reading it as well. I'm on the sixth chapter and basically, it's a very honest Christian explaining his ideas and his faith and his thoughts on God. It's a train of thought book, which is my favorite type of book of book. I like it almost as much as phyllo dough.

The book gets a person thinking. I mean, it makes me think about my own ideas about God before and after "becoming a Christian." The people in the book really struggle with "becoming a Christian," probably because they're older (I mean, about my age), and they feel like they can't become a Christian because it's so irrational. Because everyone knows Christians are dumb, walking around with blind faith, giving money to the Republicans, letting a pastor tell them what to think and how to feel.

I guess I never saw Christianity that way before I was a Christian, and now that I am one (surrendered life to Jesus, believe He died for me...) I see Christianity that way more and more as I get older. Am I being brainwashed by the world? Brainwashed by my church?

I believe, and hope, that God intends to raise up a new type of Christian. More people like this Don guy who wrote this book, and the people in his story. We ought not to put our faith blindly into anything, or say we believe because we know "it's true in our hearts." Find some evidence, people! Do a little research.

Don't you think all Christians feel like they're trying to be David Copperfield when they're talking to a "non-believer" about Christ? Don't you think Christians all feel like complete morons when they try to explain how, yes, Noah's Ark could have really happened? But, to quote the book here, God makes about as much sense to me as I make sense to an ant.