My nose is crooked and I do not know why.
I work in a TV studio satellite switchboard place of entertainment wondertude. Earlier today I sat in "the chair" and looked at myself in the monitor.
My nose definitely hooks to one side, even though I've never broken it.
Maybe that's why...
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Staff Meeting
From the "They don't quite know what tao do with me here" Department
The other day at church somebody asked me what my favorite flower was. I responded, "Wheat."
From the "All my posts somehow are about girls" Department
I regret that I'm not blogging more about my experience here in El Seg. It's kinda like there's this girl I really like and I think she might read my blog so I don't talk about it much. Only the girl's name this time is Everythingabout Thissummer.
From the "All my posts are ridiculously self-serving" Department
My favorite sentence that I've written on transparency|inaction:
"An old deaf man came up to me and we had a whole conversation about the hail and driving in it and tornadoes."
from Coming Home (Part 3/3)
From the "Business as usual" Department
I suppose that I'm a little bit sadder of late (not entirely sure why)...but I'm planning on getting down to the beach in the next day or two, so I'm hoping that's all that I need.
From the "Completely random" Department
Earlier today I realized that I've become one of those sadpanda people who holds conversations with their pets while progressing through a series of crossword puzzles. Oh well. I suppose there are still opportunities in monkery.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
The other day at church somebody asked me what my favorite flower was. I responded, "Wheat."
From the "All my posts somehow are about girls" Department
I regret that I'm not blogging more about my experience here in El Seg. It's kinda like there's this girl I really like and I think she might read my blog so I don't talk about it much. Only the girl's name this time is Everythingabout Thissummer.
From the "All my posts are ridiculously self-serving" Department
My favorite sentence that I've written on transparency|inaction:
"An old deaf man came up to me and we had a whole conversation about the hail and driving in it and tornadoes."
from Coming Home (Part 3/3)
From the "Business as usual" Department
I suppose that I'm a little bit sadder of late (not entirely sure why)...but I'm planning on getting down to the beach in the next day or two, so I'm hoping that's all that I need.
From the "Completely random" Department
Earlier today I realized that I've become one of those sadpanda people who holds conversations with their pets while progressing through a series of crossword puzzles. Oh well. I suppose there are still opportunities in monkery.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
A Story for a Bad Day
So, this is just a story I put together (mostly) before NaNoWriMo last year to test how many words I could get out in ten or fifteen minutes. Anyway, I picked it up tonight and finished it.
If you just had a bad day, then this one's for you.
If you just had a good day, then remember this post for when you have a bad one, and come read the story again.
I don't think there's any deeper meaning to it, but whoever comes up with the cleverest moral to this story, or allegorical interpretation, or other hermeneutic for it and leaves it in the comments wins some sort of prize.
Everyone plays!
1 - N/A: Hungry cold and lonely (0 words) DRAFT
Early one morning, Harvey the Bear arose to eat a meal, as was his custom. Every morning, it seemed, he would rise with the sun and venture out of his sleeping cave and look left, then--if there was nothing left--right, then--if again no food was found--left, repeating until he found something to eat or fell over from dizziness. On one summer morning of the latter variety, Harvey the Bear spent the first hour of the day merely looking about his cave, back and forth, forth and back for a solid hour. Just as the combination of cranial motion and hunger and dehydration were about to cause him to faint, Herb the Deer sprang forth quite quickly from the brush, shouting behind him, "Y'all are hosers!!!! I'm going somewhere cool."
Looking over his shoulder as he was, Herb did not even see Harvey standing, mouth agape at the mouth of his cave, salivating over the prospect of this nice venison steak that was just walking up to him, rather blindly. (This did not trouble Harvey the Bear as it may have you or I; you see, it really is true that you are what you eat, and Harvey had eaten much dumber and more oblivious creatures even than Herb the Deer in his days, and so, despite the fact that we now have an herbivore--and a delicious one at that--walking quite blindly into the trap of a carnivore--and a quite hungry one at that--it is important that we do not leap to the conclusion that Harvey is smarter than Herb; of course, all of this will become clear in due time, so let us now return to the story at hand) Just as Harvey was raising his meaty right paw (known to him only as Elthazar the Mighty), Herb turned to see just whose clearing he was now meandering through, and--in a move all will admit was quite deft--immediately crouched on his hooves, ducked his head (towards which Elthazar the Mighty was quite quickly en route), and pushed with all his might away from the raging bear he had now spotted before him.
Harvey, then, having missed the first meal of his day by mere inches, let out a mighty, bellowing, and truly foul-smelling roar. It is important for the reader to note at this point in the story that Herb was a rather brave deer, voted "Most Likely to Shoot Back" in his graduating class, and was not as stupid as his most recent actions may make him appear to be. You see, Herb, having just heard the terrifying groan of a hungry--and stupid--predatory giant, laid down in the grass not two yards from his attacker, and calmly said, "Good morning, my good sir, I was quite afraid that I was to find nothing but savages out here in this part of the forest. But as I see that we are both civil and honorable creatures, I must admit my mistaken assumption, and it is with great relief that I inquire if we might sit together and enjoy ourselves a picnic lunch, since it is almost the noon hour and I, if I may be so honest, am quite famished."
The Bear let out a slight gasp (as he was most certainly astonished to have been recognized as a cultured member of the Upper Forest Community--he was an avid reader of Kafka and Beckett) before he responded, in his most genteel tone: "Why, indeed, I do belief that amongst this see of savages it is in deed most fortitudinous that we more revolved specious should enjoin the company of one another for a meal. What, though," (his voice betrayed his concern here) "shall we eat?"
"Eat?" laughed Herb the Deer. "Well..." Herb had failed to plan this plan properly, it seemed, and with each ever quickening heartbeat he sensed the approach of his imminent demise in the mouth of the massive menace before him. "A supremely civilized creature such as yourself certainly would not find it meet to eat meat, would you?"
"Never!" lied Harvey, desperate to maintain this portrait of cultured credulity which Herb had so kindly painted, framed, and hung around the Bear's neck. "Why, only the most chaste among the woodland creatures would!"
Herb was confused by the use of the word "chaste" in the current context of conversation. Harvey also was confused by the use of the word "chaste," but he had hoped that since he had no idea what the word meant, perhaps his new friend would not either.
"Indeed..." came the cautious and polite response of the Deer. And they sat together, Bear and Deer much like Lion and Lamb, and ate Tofu steaks and Portobello Mushroom Burgers and sipped organic black tea while talking about the meaning of Metamorphosis and the wait for Godot. To Harvey, the vegan lifestyle was worth the acceptance of his peer the Deer, and Herb preferred to be a friend to an unnatural herbivore than a meal to a quite capable carnivore.
And so the two determined that this ought to be there custom on every Tuesday morning at about this time, and they remained friends from then on, until they both were very old and tired.
The End.
Peace, love, and joy, even on a day like today.
If you just had a bad day, then this one's for you.
If you just had a good day, then remember this post for when you have a bad one, and come read the story again.
I don't think there's any deeper meaning to it, but whoever comes up with the cleverest moral to this story, or allegorical interpretation, or other hermeneutic for it and leaves it in the comments wins some sort of prize.
Everyone plays!
1 - N/A: Hungry cold and lonely (0 words) DRAFT
Early one morning, Harvey the Bear arose to eat a meal, as was his custom. Every morning, it seemed, he would rise with the sun and venture out of his sleeping cave and look left, then--if there was nothing left--right, then--if again no food was found--left, repeating until he found something to eat or fell over from dizziness. On one summer morning of the latter variety, Harvey the Bear spent the first hour of the day merely looking about his cave, back and forth, forth and back for a solid hour. Just as the combination of cranial motion and hunger and dehydration were about to cause him to faint, Herb the Deer sprang forth quite quickly from the brush, shouting behind him, "Y'all are hosers!!!! I'm going somewhere cool."
Looking over his shoulder as he was, Herb did not even see Harvey standing, mouth agape at the mouth of his cave, salivating over the prospect of this nice venison steak that was just walking up to him, rather blindly. (This did not trouble Harvey the Bear as it may have you or I; you see, it really is true that you are what you eat, and Harvey had eaten much dumber and more oblivious creatures even than Herb the Deer in his days, and so, despite the fact that we now have an herbivore--and a delicious one at that--walking quite blindly into the trap of a carnivore--and a quite hungry one at that--it is important that we do not leap to the conclusion that Harvey is smarter than Herb; of course, all of this will become clear in due time, so let us now return to the story at hand) Just as Harvey was raising his meaty right paw (known to him only as Elthazar the Mighty), Herb turned to see just whose clearing he was now meandering through, and--in a move all will admit was quite deft--immediately crouched on his hooves, ducked his head (towards which Elthazar the Mighty was quite quickly en route), and pushed with all his might away from the raging bear he had now spotted before him.
Harvey, then, having missed the first meal of his day by mere inches, let out a mighty, bellowing, and truly foul-smelling roar. It is important for the reader to note at this point in the story that Herb was a rather brave deer, voted "Most Likely to Shoot Back" in his graduating class, and was not as stupid as his most recent actions may make him appear to be. You see, Herb, having just heard the terrifying groan of a hungry--and stupid--predatory giant, laid down in the grass not two yards from his attacker, and calmly said, "Good morning, my good sir, I was quite afraid that I was to find nothing but savages out here in this part of the forest. But as I see that we are both civil and honorable creatures, I must admit my mistaken assumption, and it is with great relief that I inquire if we might sit together and enjoy ourselves a picnic lunch, since it is almost the noon hour and I, if I may be so honest, am quite famished."
The Bear let out a slight gasp (as he was most certainly astonished to have been recognized as a cultured member of the Upper Forest Community--he was an avid reader of Kafka and Beckett) before he responded, in his most genteel tone: "Why, indeed, I do belief that amongst this see of savages it is in deed most fortitudinous that we more revolved specious should enjoin the company of one another for a meal. What, though," (his voice betrayed his concern here) "shall we eat?"
"Eat?" laughed Herb the Deer. "Well..." Herb had failed to plan this plan properly, it seemed, and with each ever quickening heartbeat he sensed the approach of his imminent demise in the mouth of the massive menace before him. "A supremely civilized creature such as yourself certainly would not find it meet to eat meat, would you?"
"Never!" lied Harvey, desperate to maintain this portrait of cultured credulity which Herb had so kindly painted, framed, and hung around the Bear's neck. "Why, only the most chaste among the woodland creatures would!"
Herb was confused by the use of the word "chaste" in the current context of conversation. Harvey also was confused by the use of the word "chaste," but he had hoped that since he had no idea what the word meant, perhaps his new friend would not either.
"Indeed..." came the cautious and polite response of the Deer. And they sat together, Bear and Deer much like Lion and Lamb, and ate Tofu steaks and Portobello Mushroom Burgers and sipped organic black tea while talking about the meaning of Metamorphosis and the wait for Godot. To Harvey, the vegan lifestyle was worth the acceptance of his peer the Deer, and Herb preferred to be a friend to an unnatural herbivore than a meal to a quite capable carnivore.
And so the two determined that this ought to be there custom on every Tuesday morning at about this time, and they remained friends from then on, until they both were very old and tired.
The End.
Peace, love, and joy, even on a day like today.
A Quick Note
You are what you eat.
You write what you read.
As such, I'm not writing tonight; I have nothing to say.
Still wishing peace, love, and joy to you all.
You write what you read.
As such, I'm not writing tonight; I have nothing to say.
Still wishing peace, love, and joy to you all.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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Happiness has a lot less to do with being where you want to be than it does with actually being wherever it is that you are.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
A Little Night Chemistry...
me + girls => H2O + stupid
I don't know about the water either...it's been half a decade since I did any chem, but I seem to recollect it usually showing up.
Anywho, that's not the point.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
I don't know about the water either...it's been half a decade since I did any chem, but I seem to recollect it usually showing up.
Anywho, that's not the point.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Itching to Write Something
I have really wanted to write for a long time now. It feels like it's been last semester since I was able to write anything of weight on here. So, this is lame, but it's just kind of a life update. Maybe it'll grow into something else. Regardless,
1) This is by far the most difficult semester of school I've ever taken: two dead languages, Systematic Theology, a BibLit course, English (jazz.), and the indescribable experience which is Signs & Wonders. Last weekend was the first weekend of the semester in which I didn't have to write a paper...and so I had two tests this week instead. If I make it through this, though, next (the final) semester will be cake.
1b) I feel like I should mention that jazz is the new lame. I don't really know why, but it just is.
2) I have this weird idea about trains just floating through my mind, specifically that I'm never on the right one. I feel like I catch glimpses of these amazing women, but we're always kinda heading the wrong directions, or traveling separate, or whatever. But whatever. Maybe there's more to solitude than I've given it credit.
3) I have no idea what's going to be going on next spring in my life. Any ideas will be met with great appreciation.
4) This summer has been booked: El Segundo, California, mid-May to mid-August.
5) We Christians have too many rules. Oh well.
I'm really tired. There's a post in my drafts folder on here that's been brewing for about 3 months. Hopefully I'll remember to finish it this week.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
1) This is by far the most difficult semester of school I've ever taken: two dead languages, Systematic Theology, a BibLit course, English (jazz.), and the indescribable experience which is Signs & Wonders. Last weekend was the first weekend of the semester in which I didn't have to write a paper...and so I had two tests this week instead. If I make it through this, though, next (the final) semester will be cake.
1b) I feel like I should mention that jazz is the new lame. I don't really know why, but it just is.
2) I have this weird idea about trains just floating through my mind, specifically that I'm never on the right one. I feel like I catch glimpses of these amazing women, but we're always kinda heading the wrong directions, or traveling separate, or whatever. But whatever. Maybe there's more to solitude than I've given it credit.
3) I have no idea what's going to be going on next spring in my life. Any ideas will be met with great appreciation.
4) This summer has been booked: El Segundo, California, mid-May to mid-August.
5) We Christians have too many rules. Oh well.
I'm really tired. There's a post in my drafts folder on here that's been brewing for about 3 months. Hopefully I'll remember to finish it this week.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
My Current Favorite Picture in the World...
...is here. It's my current desktop and about the only thing I've got going for me at this specific moment; who knew college would actually be a lot of work? Anyway, if you're looking for a good way to procrastinate today, I recommend heading over to Caedes and surfing through their free (and clean) desktop wallpapers.
I'll be here in my room reading/writing about postmodern responses to the authority of the Bible.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
I'll be here in my room reading/writing about postmodern responses to the authority of the Bible.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
Monday, December 11, 2006
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Nobody reads me...woe upon woe.
But, Malia definitely "won" a manuscript of my awful awful novel, if she still wants it. :)
Melbourne.
Peace, love, and joy to you all anyway (and please come back...).
But, Malia definitely "won" a manuscript of my awful awful novel, if she still wants it. :)
Melbourne.
Peace, love, and joy to you all anyway (and please come back...).
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Conservative Again?
The two strongest predictors of Republican affiliation in America are (1) marriage and (2) church attendance. These are also the strongest predictors of female sexual satisfaction. The authoritative 1995 University of Chicago survey Sex in America found that conservative Protestant married women were the group most likely to report that they "nearly always" orgasmed during sex. Married women of all religions were almost twice as likely as unmarried women to describe their sex lives as "extremely satisfying."
From here, via here
So, as it turns out, I'm nowhere near liberal, or even moderate. I'm pretty much Karl Rove, Big Dick Cheney, or any of those other PNAC freaks y'all can name.From here, via here
Hooray hoorah for the death of habeas corpus, for torture at home and abroad, and for us invading the hell out of anybody who even slightly oversteps their authority by challenging us. Because if there's one thing I am at the end of the day, it's sexually satisfying. :)
I'll be in Colorado for the holiday, which means that I either will be writing quite less or quite a bit more than usual. Not really sure which.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
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