i lust after owning the new raconteurs album

...after this, so will you.





...also, this week is convention at church. thus, i have no life. not that i ever did, you might say. ;) reading: The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman ps. the book is for my insatiable curiosity. anyone have opinions? (based in experience and logic, if you please.)

ingenuity sets us apart... or something.

and i almost figured LU had the market cornered...





u-haul? please, and spend that kind of cash? stand proud, my city. stand proud.

*near bowie high, ep, tx. (and anticipating the questions, no... i don't know them. but perhaps i should. ;) )

this...

...song is what the last post reminded me of.   so i went to listen to it... on youtube.  

   and found this...

...it's brilliant.

things that are Certain

" ::ahem::

births and winter, white weddings in june
shadow in sunlight, champagne at new year's, and the ascension of hot air balloons.
a world which teems with mystery although it's people grow bored
of course, Death and taxes, which one can't ignore.
Gravity's pull bringing autumn leaves to the ground
Time catching up to a globe spinning down.
atomic clocks, empty post boxes and hallway coat hooks and plates,
European trains leaving their stations late.
Divine Truth etched on the hearts of all men,
inner turmoil engendered by all philosophies Zen,
old-timers sitting remembering 'when,'
espresso stains on a cafe apron,
and the inevitable existence of inkless bank pens.

::pause::

but... my knowledge of you is not Certain, ever-increasing through the days, each new revelation endearing to me your delightfully curious ways.

::bow, exeunt:: "


Listening to: Bright Eyes Cassadaga "I Must Belong Somewhere"

real indie

...this is what i had intended to post before i was distracted by the videos i found. i've recently been informed of the grandeur of okkervil river.  also, i have been informed that their music is not the only amazing thing about them. they did some live recordings on tour and posted it at no charge online. joy! bonuses as indie was meant to be.

golden opportunities

check it out!

"what is it?" ... "well, it's a little thing i like to call FIRE JUICE!"

disclaimer: probably more entertaining to do than to watch (err... i mean, do not try this at home w/o proper adult type supervision) i found these back today and it made me laugh! pretty sure i promised to post them ages ago. oh well... better late, right? i'll let them speak for themselves except that i must add that watson was incredibly jealous that i managed a MASSIVE fireball (that the camera just doesn't do justice) my first try, while it took him a turn or two. ;) i'm still proud of that fact.


oh yes!

concerning how such a small world could ever manage to be so completely full...

yes, it's been awhile. yes, i work too much. yes, i'm aware of that. yes... yes. it needs to stop and it will eventually. ...but for now, His grace is sufficient.
i started saying that because i had a bad attitude about the job. i still do a lot of the time. and i don't want that to affect my work. i say "my work" ...not because i particularly like the job, not because i feel overly responsible for what goes on, not because i was hired... because those aren't always true. i say "my work" because it's work that was entrusted to me. as surely as my stint last year in N. Ireland, as surely as my time at school, as surely as wherever i go in the future. i don't have to like it. some days, i really hate it. but when i remind myself that "His grace is sufficient," He reminds me that i don't do it for the administration -though they get good work out of me- and i don't do it for the salary -oh, how little i do it for the salary- . i do it because He's entrusted it to me for however brief a time -and i spend most days praying that it be a very brief time indeed- and that's not nothing. which is the hardest part to believe sometimes.

(prior to saying this i would state that i'm not given to sentimentality, as anyone reading this should know... and i fully realize that only one Man has ever been/will ever be perfect... you're all very logical. i'm aware. keep your logical shots at this next paragraph of my writing to yourselves. you know what i mean by it, don't make me qualify myself. ;) consider yourselves duly warned.) i'm in awe of the friends i have. the people God's granted me to know. i doubt very much that they recognize -or would admit, even if they did- how unusual they are. gifted in such great, if often vague, talents and bent for massive, if yet unknown, successes. -so much so that it sometimes makes me wonder what the hell i'm doing where i am, but then i stop (see above)-. not one of them is willing to settle. you can't move in the world today for stumbling over someone who gave up a dream, or the search for a dream. not one of them values himself more highly than he ought. it's sounding downright Biblical now and heaven forbid we should think Christ meant what He said. and not one of them would accepts these traits as his own. so everywhere *i* turn, i can't move for stumbling over a representation of Christ. it's beautiful. it's challenging. it's inspiring. it's infuriating. -which of course means, i wouldn't trade it-