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Saturday, December 10, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAULINE!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR PAULINE!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
DECORATIONS OF RED...
Here are some things I like to see around the house at Christmas time. (some are old pictures, some not so old - but all are decorations my family has used at one point or another) What kinds of decorations will your family be displaying this season?
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
SURVEY SAYS
100 people surveyed. Top answers on the board...
...Job: Cashier at Ward's (a burger joint)
...Screen name: Must not have been memorable...I've forgotten it.
...Pet: goldfish won at Halloween Carnival by throwing a ping pong ball into a bowl ...or was it my dog "Brownie?" ...I guess it must have been Brownie.
...Piercing: n/a
...Tattoo: n/a
...Credit card: Wasn't even out of High School ...Univeral Mastercard ...used for gas.
...Kiss: Jennifer Murray...on the cheek...she kissed me...1st grade...on the merry-go-round
...Best friend: Christopher...taught me to tie my shoes...age 4
...Wedding: n/a
Tell Me about Your Last
...Car ride: home from my brother's
...Kiss: my neice ...again on the cheek
...Movie in a theater: Etown...liked it
Beverage: Can of Coke...rare for me
Phone call: my sister-in-law...letting her know I got home safe & sound
Road trip: my brother's ...Texas
Time showered: I don't remember...is that a bad thing?
CD played: in the car on the way back from TX ...burned compilation of iTunes songs
Time you cooked from scratch: Waaaaaaah! That makes me so sad. I miss my kitchen!!!
Time you cut your toenails: again...i don't remember....hmmm...time for hygiene to resume...
Tell Me about Your Current
...Marital status: single
...Gender: male
...Birth date: December 21st ...happy birthday to me in 14 days!
...Siblings: 3 brothers ...1 sister
...Hair color: black
...Eye color: hazel
...Shoe size: 12 wide (EEE)
...Height: 6'1"
...Wearing: white t-shirt and jeans
...Drinking: nothing
...Thoughts: Should I go finish the laundry? Maybe I should take a shower, while I'm at it...
...Listening to: the hum of my laptop's fan
Tell Me about Your First
...Job: Cashier at Ward's (a burger joint)
...Screen name: Must not have been memorable...I've forgotten it.
...Pet: goldfish won at Halloween Carnival by throwing a ping pong ball into a bowl ...or was it my dog "Brownie?" ...I guess it must have been Brownie.
...Piercing: n/a
...Tattoo: n/a
...Credit card: Wasn't even out of High School ...Univeral Mastercard ...used for gas.
...Kiss: Jennifer Murray...on the cheek...she kissed me...1st grade...on the merry-go-round
...Best friend: Christopher...taught me to tie my shoes...age 4
...Wedding: n/a
Tell Me about Your Last
...Car ride: home from my brother's
...Kiss: my neice ...again on the cheek
...Movie in a theater: Etown...liked it
Beverage: Can of Coke...rare for me
Phone call: my sister-in-law...letting her know I got home safe & sound
Road trip: my brother's ...Texas
Time showered: I don't remember...is that a bad thing?
CD played: in the car on the way back from TX ...burned compilation of iTunes songs
Time you cooked from scratch: Waaaaaaah! That makes me so sad. I miss my kitchen!!!
Time you cut your toenails: again...i don't remember....hmmm...time for hygiene to resume...
Tell Me about Your Current
...Marital status: single
...Gender: male
...Birth date: December 21st ...happy birthday to me in 14 days!
...Siblings: 3 brothers ...1 sister
...Hair color: black
...Eye color: hazel
...Shoe size: 12 wide (EEE)
...Height: 6'1"
...Wearing: white t-shirt and jeans
...Drinking: nothing
...Thoughts: Should I go finish the laundry? Maybe I should take a shower, while I'm at it...
...Listening to: the hum of my laptop's fan
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
MAKING A LIST...CHECKING IT TWICE
The trip to Will's was great. Can't believe it is only a week until I leave for Dan's in Germany! I haven't even started packing! (Of course, I'm living out of suitcases, so how hard could it be?) I will have to be careful not to bring anything prohibited. Maybe I should make a list and check it against the airline's website.
I finally found the Lego set that David wants for Christmas! It's set 7259 - the Star Wars ARC-170 Starfighter. Dan was stressing a little when he told me they were sold out in Germany and also on the Lego website. He will be relieved to know I found one in Texas.
I left Will in a similar predicament; he still doesn't know what to buy for his sons. I wonder if my parents ever worried about what to get me for Christmas. Somehow I doubt it. They never seemed stressed, anyway.
I finally found the Lego set that David wants for Christmas! It's set 7259 - the Star Wars ARC-170 Starfighter. Dan was stressing a little when he told me they were sold out in Germany and also on the Lego website. He will be relieved to know I found one in Texas.
I left Will in a similar predicament; he still doesn't know what to buy for his sons. I wonder if my parents ever worried about what to get me for Christmas. Somehow I doubt it. They never seemed stressed, anyway.
NO! HO! HO!
Hoo Yeah! I finally finished reading John Grisham's Skipping Christmas! (after it sat on my nightstand forever) Very funny, but the movie was funnier.
If I ever meet Mr. Grisham, I'm going to suggest he make a movie sequel with Tim Allen and Jamie Lee Curtis. The next one should be about Blair's wedding to Enrique. I think Mr. & Mrs. Krank would have a real time meeting the new In-Laws and hosting the reception in their back yard (with all the neighbors invited, of course). Dan Aykroyd could officiate the ceremony...Can't you just see Vic Frohmeyer as a JP?
If I ever meet Mr. Grisham, I'm going to suggest he make a movie sequel with Tim Allen and Jamie Lee Curtis. The next one should be about Blair's wedding to Enrique. I think Mr. & Mrs. Krank would have a real time meeting the new In-Laws and hosting the reception in their back yard (with all the neighbors invited, of course). Dan Aykroyd could officiate the ceremony...Can't you just see Vic Frohmeyer as a JP?
NEW BLOG
Occasionally, I'll write a post about one of my "Passions of the Moment." Rather than filling up this blog with them; I decided to post a new one each day in my NEW BLOG! I named it "I Like Blogger." There's a link on my profile.
Check it out!
Check it out!
L + O + V + E = COURAGE?
I feel like I'm standing at a doorway in my life and staring into the keyhole.
Here's where my mind was all last week: Are courage and love the same thing? Or are they so intertwined that they are inseparable? Can cowardice and love coexist...cohabitate in a soul? Are they mutually exclusive forces? And what about the mother who makes decisions to protect her children? Is she motivated by fear? Are her actions loving? I guess it takes courage to tell a child, "No." Does all love require courage? Is love the only weapon we can use to defeat anxiety and fear?
I wrote an earlier entry about three people I admire. While journaling about them, I realized their common trait: they weren't too afraid to love. Don't misunderstand. Their stories didn't involve romantic love between two people, but love as a general motivation for living. Love was the reason for everything that they did...or dreamed of accomplishing. Love made them dream big. But fear could have kept them from acting on those dreams: fear of rejection, of failure, of repeated mistakes, of loneliness, of discomfort... cripling, disabling fear. But in all three stories, love won out. Fear was repelled by love, cast out, displaced...love left no place for fear...because love had filled them up (perfect love casts out all fear), made a home for Himself in them. He had taken ownership and recharted their courses.
I want to be like that.
Here's where my mind was all last week: Are courage and love the same thing? Or are they so intertwined that they are inseparable? Can cowardice and love coexist...cohabitate in a soul? Are they mutually exclusive forces? And what about the mother who makes decisions to protect her children? Is she motivated by fear? Are her actions loving? I guess it takes courage to tell a child, "No." Does all love require courage? Is love the only weapon we can use to defeat anxiety and fear?
I wrote an earlier entry about three people I admire. While journaling about them, I realized their common trait: they weren't too afraid to love. Don't misunderstand. Their stories didn't involve romantic love between two people, but love as a general motivation for living. Love was the reason for everything that they did...or dreamed of accomplishing. Love made them dream big. But fear could have kept them from acting on those dreams: fear of rejection, of failure, of repeated mistakes, of loneliness, of discomfort... cripling, disabling fear. But in all three stories, love won out. Fear was repelled by love, cast out, displaced...love left no place for fear...because love had filled them up (perfect love casts out all fear), made a home for Himself in them. He had taken ownership and recharted their courses.
I want to be like that.
Friday, December 02, 2005
DANIEL IST EIN GUTER BRUDER.
No need to send a search party. I'm not dead, just off on an extended weekend. No posts until next week sometime. Hope my multiple postings today will tide you over. (This special message is for the 3 of you who read this blog.) If you get bored, you could post a comment (especially you, Daniel!)
SM + ART
Yet another installment in my ongoing discussion of a favorite subject:
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I asked my friend Erin to offer her own definition. She's an artist; her work is whimsical. It reminds me of story book illustrations. Here's what she had to say on the subject:
"Art is a process by which an artist (read: any person breathing) removes from themselves an idea, image, emotion, or statement to share with others in a heard, felt, seen, tasted, or even smelt way. (Wouldn't you consider a perfumer an artist?). Art is sensory and emotional."
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I asked my friend Erin to offer her own definition. She's an artist; her work is whimsical. It reminds me of story book illustrations. Here's what she had to say on the subject:
"Art is a process by which an artist (read: any person breathing) removes from themselves an idea, image, emotion, or statement to share with others in a heard, felt, seen, tasted, or even smelt way. (Wouldn't you consider a perfumer an artist?). Art is sensory and emotional."
A R T P O V
My friend Algernon had something to say about Art. He should. He is a professional artist. He's actually the best portrait artist I've ever met. And his graphic design blows my mind. Anyway, he explained it to me this way -
"I have a particular way of looking at things. I see the world in a unique way. Art allows me to share that viewpoint with other people. They get to see the world from my vantage point."
How beautiful is that?
"I have a particular way of looking at things. I see the world in a unique way. Art allows me to share that viewpoint with other people. They get to see the world from my vantage point."
How beautiful is that?
KATIE & AMBER
Katie and Amber have been best friends forever. They share lots of inside jokes. I've picked up on a few of them. My favorite one goes way back to when they were little girls. I think they got the idea for it from some kids' book or something Amber's Mom used to do with her. Once in a while they will do this routine. The dialogue is always different, but the theme is the same.
Amber will ask, "Katie, do you love me?"
And Katie will say, "Yes."
And Amber will ask, "Will you always love me, Katie?"
"Yes, Amber, I will always love you."
"What if something bad were to happen to me? Would you still love me then?"
"Like what, Amber?"
"What if I had stinky breath? Would you still love me?"
"Yes. I'd love you and give you a breath mint!"
"Well what if I became a clown and wore big shoes and had a big red nose?"
"Of course I'd love you, and I'd buy you a little car for you and your clown friends."
"What if I grew a second mouth - on my forehead? Would you love me then?"
"Yes Amber. I'd love you and listen to you twice as much!"
"But what if it were really bad? What if I grew warts all over my nose and a hunchback and breathed fire and grew really long black toenails that smelled like rotten peaches?"
"I'd still love you. And I'd I'd be your friend Amber! Because that's what friends are for!"
"I love you, too, Katie."
"I know you do, Amber."
Amber will ask, "Katie, do you love me?"
And Katie will say, "Yes."
And Amber will ask, "Will you always love me, Katie?"
"Yes, Amber, I will always love you."
"What if something bad were to happen to me? Would you still love me then?"
"Like what, Amber?"
"What if I had stinky breath? Would you still love me?"
"Yes. I'd love you and give you a breath mint!"
"Well what if I became a clown and wore big shoes and had a big red nose?"
"Of course I'd love you, and I'd buy you a little car for you and your clown friends."
"What if I grew a second mouth - on my forehead? Would you love me then?"
"Yes Amber. I'd love you and listen to you twice as much!"
"But what if it were really bad? What if I grew warts all over my nose and a hunchback and breathed fire and grew really long black toenails that smelled like rotten peaches?"
"I'd still love you. And I'd I'd be your friend Amber! Because that's what friends are for!"
"I love you, too, Katie."
"I know you do, Amber."
PAINT BY NUMBERS
I've been thinking about these 2 paintings this month. Maybe it's because I was having a discussion with a friend about art. What is the definition of "Art," anyway?
BROKEN RECORD
OH THANK GOODNESS!! I thought I was going insane. I kept hearing this phrase repeating in my brain like Chinese water torture or Native American war drums, "Hannity & Colmes... Hannity & Colmes... HANNITY & COLMES!!!"
But I had no idea what this phrase meant or where my brain picked up this piece of mental belly button lint that just wouldn't seem to shake out of the dryer filter that is my brain. My best guess up until just a minute ago was that it must be some brand of shoes. That explanation seemed to fit the name, but it still didn't explain how the phrase turned into a skipping record on my mental turntable.
But then, while typing last night, I glanced up at the TV and noticed the show on FNC. You'll never guess which one it was... I feel so much better; now I can forget it. It all makes sense now. Whenever my brother is home, the TV stays on Fox News. He even has his satellite radio tuned to it. Duh! Of course it's a news show.
Does your brain ever get stuck in spin cycle, or am I alone on this one?
But I had no idea what this phrase meant or where my brain picked up this piece of mental belly button lint that just wouldn't seem to shake out of the dryer filter that is my brain. My best guess up until just a minute ago was that it must be some brand of shoes. That explanation seemed to fit the name, but it still didn't explain how the phrase turned into a skipping record on my mental turntable.
But then, while typing last night, I glanced up at the TV and noticed the show on FNC. You'll never guess which one it was... I feel so much better; now I can forget it. It all makes sense now. Whenever my brother is home, the TV stays on Fox News. He even has his satellite radio tuned to it. Duh! Of course it's a news show.
Does your brain ever get stuck in spin cycle, or am I alone on this one?
JON HEDER
Oh my gravy! I watched an interview on HBO with Jon Heder (you know, the actor who portrayed Napoleon Dynamite). He looked so different! I wouldn't have recognized him if they hadn't had a big ND poster sitting next to him.
Did you know that he drew all the pictures that "Napoleon" drew? That's pretty impressive. He said that he tried to make them as terrible as possible.
That movie is in my Top 10. They say people either love it or hate it.
Since the battle lines have been drawn; I guess I should ask which side you've chosen. So are you pro or anti dynamite?
Did you know that he drew all the pictures that "Napoleon" drew? That's pretty impressive. He said that he tried to make them as terrible as possible.
That movie is in my Top 10. They say people either love it or hate it.
Since the battle lines have been drawn; I guess I should ask which side you've chosen. So are you pro or anti dynamite?
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
DA BOMB
The Career Key is a total dud. Can't believe I just payed for it, but it was less than $10. I guess you get what you pay for. It was less helpful than going to the library to research jobs.
INVENTING?
I took Princeton Review's free career quiz . I'll cut and paste the results below in case I want to see them later. These forced-choice format things can be so one-sided. The style is, "Would you rather eat a fly or an ant?" I think I'm anything but quiet and solitary. But I guess I can be sometimes, like when I'm trying to write...
"People with blue Interests like job responsibilities and occupations that involve creative, humanistic, thoughtful, and quiet types of activities. Blue Interests include abstracting, theorizing, designing, writing, reflecting, and originating, which often lead to work in editing, teaching, composing, inventing, mediating, clergy, and writing."
"People with yellow styles perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is orderly and planned to meet a known schedule. They prefer to work where things get done with a minimum of interpretation and unexpected change. People with a yellow style tend to be orderly, cautious, structured, loyal, systematic, solitary, methodical, and organized, and usually thrive in a research-oriented, predictable, established, controlled, measurable, orderly environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results. "
"People with blue Interests like job responsibilities and occupations that involve creative, humanistic, thoughtful, and quiet types of activities. Blue Interests include abstracting, theorizing, designing, writing, reflecting, and originating, which often lead to work in editing, teaching, composing, inventing, mediating, clergy, and writing."
"People with yellow styles perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is orderly and planned to meet a known schedule. They prefer to work where things get done with a minimum of interpretation and unexpected change. People with a yellow style tend to be orderly, cautious, structured, loyal, systematic, solitary, methodical, and organized, and usually thrive in a research-oriented, predictable, established, controlled, measurable, orderly environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results. "
PASSION OF THE MOMENT: PEPPERMINT TEA
Often I get swept away in a 5 minute crush. Tonight's is Celestial Seasonings Peppermint Natural Herb Tea. It's the perfect way to cap off a winter's night. What are the ingredients? Peppermint leaves. No calories + no caffeine = guilt free YUM. It's so good I wanted to share it with you! Enjoy!
I'M DREAMING OF A TV CHRISTMAS
I just finished watching "Christmas at Rockefeller Center." When the program started, I excitedly called my mom and dad to see if they were watching, too. But the folks were watching Rudolph. For some reason, I'm so much more prone to being a couch potato at Christmas time.
I think it starts at Thanksgiving when I watch the parade. I LOVE THE PARADE! This year's was great, and I was totally annoyed with Fox News for trying to make a scandal out of a grounded balloon. If you don't know what I'm talking about, google it and then tell me what you think...
There's just something about Holiday Specials/Movies/Cartoons that captures my imagination. I love watching them. Especially White Christmas. Which one is your favorite?
I think it starts at Thanksgiving when I watch the parade. I LOVE THE PARADE! This year's was great, and I was totally annoyed with Fox News for trying to make a scandal out of a grounded balloon. If you don't know what I'm talking about, google it and then tell me what you think...
There's just something about Holiday Specials/Movies/Cartoons that captures my imagination. I love watching them. Especially White Christmas. Which one is your favorite?
CATHY
Some things, it seems, are even more expensive than gas. Have you ever tried buying liquid paper by the gallon?
THE COUNTDOWN CONTINUES
Only 9 days left until Narnia!
Here's a funny quote from the trailer -
Lucy: [holding out her hand to Mr. Tumnus] Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: Why?
Lucy: I don't know.
Here's a funny quote from the trailer -
Lucy: [holding out her hand to Mr. Tumnus] Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: Why?
Lucy: I don't know.
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Have you ever been curious about what your name means? There are lots of great baby name websites, but I recommend a book by Dorothy Astoria called The Name Book. Besides meanings and origins, it includes the spiritual significance of the over 10,000 names listed inside its covers. I don't own it, but a friend of mine used in back in jr. high to tell me what my name really meant.
Thinking about names, I decided to look up my family's monikers and I found an interesting theme: royalty. Our family name can have two meanings: abbreviated it means "Queen" or in its full form it means "Promise Keeper" (faithful in keeping promises). I like both of these meanings, since "Queen" reminds me that we are part of the Bride of Christ. I like "promise keeper" for obvious reasons.
Dad and my nearest brother share the same name. It means, "Highborn, resolute protector." It suits them both perfectly.
Mom's name means, "Gracious, God is my Oath." It suits her, too.
The twins' names mean, "Bold, God is my Judge" and "Truthful, Wears a Crown." Those are perfect for them.
My sister's name means "Princess, Crowned with Laurels."
My name is the longest. It means, "Like God, Nobleman, Gift of God." I almost got the name Bejamin. It means, "Son of My Right Hand" or "Son of Blessing." It would have been OK if they'd tacked that one on the end.
The part of my name I like best is my middle name, the name I go by: Patrick. Astoria's book goes beyond the Latin meaning, "Nobleman." She explained that the name implies obedience to the king. The obedience is not given out of duty or fear. It's the best kind of obedience, given because of love for the one in authority and family ties to him. I am obedient to the king because I'm his loving son. Cool, huh?
Whenever I'm having an identity crises, I just think about my name and remind myself that I am, "like God, a nobleman, an obedient loving son of the King, a gift of God, the son of His Right Hand, the child of His Blessing, faithful to keep His Word, the Royal Bride of Christ."
If you don't know the story and meaning behind your name, then what are you waiting for?
Thinking about names, I decided to look up my family's monikers and I found an interesting theme: royalty. Our family name can have two meanings: abbreviated it means "Queen" or in its full form it means "Promise Keeper" (faithful in keeping promises). I like both of these meanings, since "Queen" reminds me that we are part of the Bride of Christ. I like "promise keeper" for obvious reasons.
Dad and my nearest brother share the same name. It means, "Highborn, resolute protector." It suits them both perfectly.
Mom's name means, "Gracious, God is my Oath." It suits her, too.
The twins' names mean, "Bold, God is my Judge" and "Truthful, Wears a Crown." Those are perfect for them.
My sister's name means "Princess, Crowned with Laurels."
My name is the longest. It means, "Like God, Nobleman, Gift of God." I almost got the name Bejamin. It means, "Son of My Right Hand" or "Son of Blessing." It would have been OK if they'd tacked that one on the end.
The part of my name I like best is my middle name, the name I go by: Patrick. Astoria's book goes beyond the Latin meaning, "Nobleman." She explained that the name implies obedience to the king. The obedience is not given out of duty or fear. It's the best kind of obedience, given because of love for the one in authority and family ties to him. I am obedient to the king because I'm his loving son. Cool, huh?
Whenever I'm having an identity crises, I just think about my name and remind myself that I am, "like God, a nobleman, an obedient loving son of the King, a gift of God, the son of His Right Hand, the child of His Blessing, faithful to keep His Word, the Royal Bride of Christ."
If you don't know the story and meaning behind your name, then what are you waiting for?
BRIAN HEAD WELCH
I just read this archived USA Today article from last March about Brian Head Welch getting baptised in Isreal. For those of you who don't know, he's Korn's former lead guitarist. For those of you who do know, I've got a question for you. What's he up to now? Has he released his Christian album yet?
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
MORE THAN ONE WAY TO BE AN ARCHITECT
If you are one of my secret readers (the ones who never leave comments, but I know you are there - Hi.) then you will know that I sold my Legos on eBay. Well, I am totally shocked at the prices they commanded. The town I made had only 7 houses and ended at $100.00 plus shipping and handling! I got emails from all sorts of parents and collectors from all over the US and even Europe who complimented the buildings and wanted to know if I plan on selling more...wouldn't that be an awesome way to make extra money? Maybe while I'm in Germany I'll find some cheap legos and can do this again. Could be fun.
Monday, November 28, 2005
THE SEVENTH SEAL
FIRST LINE
Everybody has their death dance
Their Thriller at the jr high prom
We are all united in the steps and melody
And the frescoes the woodcuts
The words writen here
Can not express the power of the melody
That commands us to perfom
To dance
The Danse Macabre
Everybody has their death dance
Their Thriller at the jr high prom
We are all united in the steps and melody
And the frescoes the woodcuts
The words writen here
Can not express the power of the melody
That commands us to perfom
To dance
The Danse Macabre
Sunday, November 27, 2005
NO SURPRISE. BUT WHERE'S MARY JANE?
Hey, the "Which Superhero Are You?" quiz I just took says I'm Spiderman. I'd post the pic but it's taking up too much room and looks a little tacky.
In my own defense, it only takes a few minutes to take these quizes, and I need a break from selling. B4 you label me a couch potato who wastes too much time on online quizes, take one yourself. They are a nice momentary distraction.
In my own defense, it only takes a few minutes to take these quizes, and I need a break from selling. B4 you label me a couch potato who wastes too much time on online quizes, take one yourself. They are a nice momentary distraction.
A NERD BY ANY OTHER NAME
One of my friends always introduces me as, "the coolest nerd you'll ever meet."
Not one to be pigeonholed so easily, I decided to test his label online by taking this QUIZ.
And the results are in: The test reads "Pure Nerd."
The site elaborated, "For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/ interactions. You scored better than half Nerd (82%), earning you the title of: Pure Nerd."
And went on to say, "The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful. Congratulations!"
Go ahead and take the test for yourself. I dare you.
Not one to be pigeonholed so easily, I decided to test his label online by taking this QUIZ.
And the results are in: The test reads "Pure Nerd."
The site elaborated, "For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/ interactions. You scored better than half Nerd (82%), earning you the title of: Pure Nerd."
And went on to say, "The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful. Congratulations!"
Go ahead and take the test for yourself. I dare you.
GOOGLE GAME
first line
stare blankly at the wall
divide your argument
play the seashell game
the spatula
how would you know
a hummingbird's guide to
daria
the date rolls around again
typical days
prayers
while rebooting
message like a fish
getting started
honorable mention
fiction
noise abatement
film
going mobile
solar charged
headcheese
drug thing
infiltration
evolution
if you stare at someone long enough
sports machine
cup of lukewarm
chapter two
people who suffer
madhouse
stupid questions
sampler
I'm still going
everything
alone at last
he screams on the floor
the evidence
elephant
chemical
search
stare blankly at the wall
divide your argument
play the seashell game
the spatula
how would you know
a hummingbird's guide to
daria
the date rolls around again
typical days
prayers
while rebooting
message like a fish
getting started
honorable mention
fiction
noise abatement
film
going mobile
solar charged
headcheese
drug thing
infiltration
evolution
if you stare at someone long enough
sports machine
cup of lukewarm
chapter two
people who suffer
madhouse
stupid questions
sampler
I'm still going
everything
alone at last
he screams on the floor
the evidence
elephant
chemical
search
FRAGMENT WITHOUT A FIGHT
We all know the type.
. He only took what she wanted.
. Stealing everything
. He never said, "I'm sorry."
. Just, "I'm sorry for you."
. And he believed it.
. And she questioned herself.
. He only took what she wanted.
. Stealing everything
. He never said, "I'm sorry."
. Just, "I'm sorry for you."
. And he believed it.
. And she questioned herself.
REQUIRED READING RESOLUTION
Here's an early New Year's promise to myself. Besides finishing Gordon MacDonald's Ordering Your Private World, I'm making two additions to my must read/finish reading list:
Richard Florida’s The Rise of the Creative Class
Corrine Maier's Bonjour Laziness : Jumping Off the Corporate Ladder
Richard Florida’s The Rise of the Creative Class
Corrine Maier's Bonjour Laziness : Jumping Off the Corporate Ladder
AT THREE
I put on my little boots
. And my feet take on a life of their own
. Im not one
. But three
. And We
. Can go anywhere
. Step over anything
. And my feet take on a life of their own
. Im not one
. But three
. And We
. Can go anywhere
. Step over anything
WORKING FOR PEANUTS
aaahhh!!! I have, like, a kazillion eBay auctions closing, and I have to get all this stuff boxed up and shipped. I need more packing peanuts!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
What are your plans for Turkey Day? In about 7 hours I'll pull myself out of bed and drive to my brother's house to spend the day visiting with his family.
Hope your day is filled with food, family, and fun. What great things to be thankful for!
Hope your day is filled with food, family, and fun. What great things to be thankful for!
Monday, November 21, 2005
EBAY
I'm doing pretty well on my eBay auctions. I'm almost to 20 listings. It is so hard selling what I own, especially when I know I'm selling at a loss, but it will be worth it when I'm debt free! The process is gradually getting easier with each listing. When it's over, I should be able to carry everything I own in a few suitcases. I wonder what it will feel like to own nothing but clothes?
Sunday, November 20, 2005
THANK YOU!
I like to practice my writing with trivial stuff that I find amusing or annoying or whatever, so I don't normally directly address my spiritual life in this blog, but I've got to do it today.
Church hit me right between the eyes. I knew I had it coming, but in both services it was like the sermons were spoken right to me. Even the Sunday School lesson was a bullseye.
The main thing I came away with was this life lesson: I've got to admit that I'm depressed before Jesus can help me recover from it. I've been spending all my energy denying the problem instead of just owning up to it and asking God for help. So, here's my real first step: Help, God!
Here was another thing I need to write down before I forget it. Men tend to look to their careers to define their self image, and when work goes bad or stops, men are more vulnerable to depression and temptation. That's normal. Another one that I'll file away for later: women tend to look to their relationship with their partner rather than work. So they tend to get depressed and tempted when they perceive the relationship as having problems, or when they are between relationships. I don't know if that's true or not, but the work thing is for me.
But I don't want it to be! I don't want to be defined by a job, good or bad. I want to be defined by God's design and plan for me as his creation and the object of his affection. And I want to be stable emotionally no matter what my work circumstances are. Like Paul and Silas, I want to sing out from the jail cell! So I'm going to rally my faith and fight this thing like my life depends on it. I'm going to focus on Jesus and not my circumstances, and (it's Thanksgiving for cryin' out loud so this part should be easy) praise God with a thankful heart for his blessings, most of all his gift of Jesus, who, by the way, has stuck with me like glue through this whole ordeal!
Church hit me right between the eyes. I knew I had it coming, but in both services it was like the sermons were spoken right to me. Even the Sunday School lesson was a bullseye.
The main thing I came away with was this life lesson: I've got to admit that I'm depressed before Jesus can help me recover from it. I've been spending all my energy denying the problem instead of just owning up to it and asking God for help. So, here's my real first step: Help, God!
Here was another thing I need to write down before I forget it. Men tend to look to their careers to define their self image, and when work goes bad or stops, men are more vulnerable to depression and temptation. That's normal. Another one that I'll file away for later: women tend to look to their relationship with their partner rather than work. So they tend to get depressed and tempted when they perceive the relationship as having problems, or when they are between relationships. I don't know if that's true or not, but the work thing is for me.
But I don't want it to be! I don't want to be defined by a job, good or bad. I want to be defined by God's design and plan for me as his creation and the object of his affection. And I want to be stable emotionally no matter what my work circumstances are. Like Paul and Silas, I want to sing out from the jail cell! So I'm going to rally my faith and fight this thing like my life depends on it. I'm going to focus on Jesus and not my circumstances, and (it's Thanksgiving for cryin' out loud so this part should be easy) praise God with a thankful heart for his blessings, most of all his gift of Jesus, who, by the way, has stuck with me like glue through this whole ordeal!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
PERSONIFICATION
I feel like a triumphant Constantine entering Rome. The hideous wallpaper border in Keri's apartment is finally down. And all it took was two days of elbow grease and two kinds of stripping solution. When a friend suggested painting over the stubborn eyesore, I balked AND scoffed. Surrender was not an option. I would win this one: defeat the enemy at all costs.
Ever find that a simple possession, an inanimate object, can seem to take on human characteristics when it stands in your way? Well, I put this one to bed and tucked it in. At least one of my life's battles is won.
Ever find that a simple possession, an inanimate object, can seem to take on human characteristics when it stands in your way? Well, I put this one to bed and tucked it in. At least one of my life's battles is won.
Friday, November 18, 2005
NEWSWORTHY
Since I have no permanent address right now, my parents are getting my subscription to USA today. I've been missing getting a daily paper, feeling isolated, but I just realized that I can get the newspaper online, sort of - even the comics. Check out this link.
REALITY CHECK
I don't recognize myself. Where did my tan go? Where did these funky glasses come from, and where did I put my contacts? I can't remember the last time I tucked in my shirt. My belts are still in the suitcase. And when was my last haircut? I'm sitting here on a Friday night barefoot in my 3-year-old Gap t shirt and worn out AE shorts, (OK, they were worn out when I bought them) sporting a four-day beard. Working on eBay, I glanced over and saw a Tommy ad on TV with lots of well-dressed college-age kids looking happy & fulfilled. Being here in Ruston, a college town if there ever was one, is reminding me of what it was like to be in school full time - spending an hour on my hair every morning to get the curls just right or buying new clothes for that party on the weekend. I think about those days, a time when my biggest worry was which shirt I was going to wear. I had a wardrobe that probably cost what I make now in a year. I'd like to go back in time and visit those days.....and smack myself into reality. Isn't growing up fun?
I don't think any of my friends would label me socially retarded, but I'm questioning myself. Have you heard Jamie Cullum's song "Twentysomething"? How can I be a 30 year-old twentysomething?
I don't think any of my friends would label me socially retarded, but I'm questioning myself. Have you heard Jamie Cullum's song "Twentysomething"? How can I be a 30 year-old twentysomething?
GOOD GRADES
My nephew finished his finals. He earned a 4.0 this quarter. I'm a proud uncle. Ben's GPA made me think about getting report cards in college and high school. I always earned A's, but in the end, the grades didn't mean that much to me. They didn't seem to be accurate measures of my level of learning in the different classes. It's strange to think about being graded again, but I'll experience this phenomenon just the same when I return to school in the Fall. Were (are) grades important to you? What would be a better alternative?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
SINGING THE WALLPAPER BLUES FOR MY SUPPER
I went over to my my brother's wonderful girlfriend's house for supper tonight. She didn't make me sing for it, exactly, but my arms sure are sore. The wallpaper border in her bathroom doesn't match the look she's going for in there, so she asked me to help her strip it. I scored it, and coated it in this wallpaper remover stuff. And being a person who follows directions, I waited a half hour. Then I started to scrape it, but LO AND BEHOLD the previous tenant (it's a rental) used paste that was not water soluble. (NOOOOOO! Why God? WHY?) So I called it a day,and we decided to use something stronger later. Instead, we sat down and I showed her how to use eBay. Why on Earth would somebody apply non-strippable wallpaper in a rental?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
STORY STARTER
Thinking about my parent's toys got me thinking about a story idea. I sketched out the idea below. It's totally fictional, sort of a compilation of vague memories of family stories. What do you think? Be gentle. Remember, this is an undedited incomplete rough draft.
Betty Anne lay quietly in bed thinking about the day stretched out before her. She wiggled her toes under the covers. 5:30: No use getting up now. Mother would just make her get back in bed. She stuck out her nose from under the covers, and, feeling an uncomfortable chill, darted it back under. Too cold to get up and get dressed, anyway. She thought about the scene that was waiting in the living room: the stocking from Santa with the new pencils, the walnuts, and of course, the orange in the toe. Maybe a new book would be in there, too. She would know soon enough, she consoled herself. After their stockings, the family would take turns opening gifts. Her turn to unwrap would be after her mother, but before her brothers. "Ladies first," she could hear her father saying. She imagined the boys' irritated expressions when they were forced to put their gifts back under the tree. She wondered who was more patient, her brothers in waiting to open their gifts, or her father, in training the boys to have good manners. She must try to be patient, too. But the anticipation was killing her. What gift had her parents bought her this year? Betty had dropped hints about the star-shaped silver charm for her bracelet. How could Mother and Dad not have heard her remarking last month to her cousin how much she'd like it, how wonderful it would look next to the two other charms dangling from her wrist. If their gift wasn't the charm, then she had no idea what it would be. She had already started writing a thank you note to Aunt Grace and Uncle Leo for their card with a silver dollar in it. Their gift was the same every year. From ther grandmother she'd get either handkerchiefs or underwear. The boys would give her something they'd made together from scrap wood. Though she'd been very careful when making their gifts, they had not turned out as nicely as mother's potholders. She'd tried to make desk sets for her brothers and her father, but the glue on the decoupaged pen cans had stayed tacky, and she was afraid that the tissue paper she'd wrapped them in would stick. Oh, well. She'd done her best, and after all, "it's the thought that counts." Betty glanced at the clock: 5:50. Right on cue, she heard her mother making noise in the kitchen. "In 10 minutes," Betty thought, "I'll get up and help her. Well, I certainly am in the Christmas Spirit." Most mornings, because she had to bathe and dress for school, Betty was excused from helping prepare breakfast. Mother insisted that the family eat their regular meal together in the dining room before "going anywhere near those stockings or tree." Then, Dad would have Bob read the family the Christmas story. And finally, they would go into the living room and see the tree. She wondered how Mother could get up so early after staying up so late putting up the decorations. Reluctantly pulling back the covers Betty thought, "I guess I'll get up now to help her."
Betty Anne lay quietly in bed thinking about the day stretched out before her. She wiggled her toes under the covers. 5:30: No use getting up now. Mother would just make her get back in bed. She stuck out her nose from under the covers, and, feeling an uncomfortable chill, darted it back under. Too cold to get up and get dressed, anyway. She thought about the scene that was waiting in the living room: the stocking from Santa with the new pencils, the walnuts, and of course, the orange in the toe. Maybe a new book would be in there, too. She would know soon enough, she consoled herself. After their stockings, the family would take turns opening gifts. Her turn to unwrap would be after her mother, but before her brothers. "Ladies first," she could hear her father saying. She imagined the boys' irritated expressions when they were forced to put their gifts back under the tree. She wondered who was more patient, her brothers in waiting to open their gifts, or her father, in training the boys to have good manners. She must try to be patient, too. But the anticipation was killing her. What gift had her parents bought her this year? Betty had dropped hints about the star-shaped silver charm for her bracelet. How could Mother and Dad not have heard her remarking last month to her cousin how much she'd like it, how wonderful it would look next to the two other charms dangling from her wrist. If their gift wasn't the charm, then she had no idea what it would be. She had already started writing a thank you note to Aunt Grace and Uncle Leo for their card with a silver dollar in it. Their gift was the same every year. From ther grandmother she'd get either handkerchiefs or underwear. The boys would give her something they'd made together from scrap wood. Though she'd been very careful when making their gifts, they had not turned out as nicely as mother's potholders. She'd tried to make desk sets for her brothers and her father, but the glue on the decoupaged pen cans had stayed tacky, and she was afraid that the tissue paper she'd wrapped them in would stick. Oh, well. She'd done her best, and after all, "it's the thought that counts." Betty glanced at the clock: 5:50. Right on cue, she heard her mother making noise in the kitchen. "In 10 minutes," Betty thought, "I'll get up and help her. Well, I certainly am in the Christmas Spirit." Most mornings, because she had to bathe and dress for school, Betty was excused from helping prepare breakfast. Mother insisted that the family eat their regular meal together in the dining room before "going anywhere near those stockings or tree." Then, Dad would have Bob read the family the Christmas story. And finally, they would go into the living room and see the tree. She wondered how Mother could get up so early after staying up so late putting up the decorations. Reluctantly pulling back the covers Betty thought, "I guess I'll get up now to help her."
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