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the tragedy that is whole foods renovation continues. the salad bar, home to girls from various wfu sororities, hippies, and myself remains veiled behind plastic sheets for renovation. as there is nothing at all behind the sheets (other than the ground) i'd say we have at least another week to wait before the mouthwatering happy maker that is the whole foods salad bar returns.

Posted in: on Tuesday, April 25, 2006 at at 3:14 PM 0 comments  

i wrote a song about hangin out with the big guy. whenever i really get away and spend time in prayer i end up with this picture in my head of a place where the hanging out is taking place. its big green field surrounded by snowcapped mountains. its really huge and just rediculously pretty. i never can quite catch his face. he's behind me or i'm looking down...but he's there and we just chill. its really sweet. the song is about that place. here's a link to the song...the recording is a bit rough so if you click on the lyrics link they're there.

Posted in: on Saturday, April 22, 2006 at at 4:16 PM 0 comments  

it's national high five day!!!
(i only know this because i read cho's
blog...so really i'm just stealing this
post from him and passing it along)

Posted in: on Thursday, April 20, 2006 at at 11:09 AM 0 comments  

i was writing a song...realized i couldnt really sing it...its a poem now:

the hearts like seeds fell down
and roots grew down from ground
and wound around and round
till farmer came and found
they could not be unwound

a bitter seed, a dying reed
give birth to one with need
whose fill will come from one alone
with passion yearning still

to be the sun, to be the rain
the plow is not yet tame
this fertile ground would sing again
could it but speak his name

her needs are met in time
the fruit is on the vine
when ripe for pressing wine
love's crushed and in we find
the scheme of the divine

to be the sun, to be the rain
the plow is not yet tame
this fertile ground will sing again
it cannot hold his name

a man of thieves, from shoulder heaves
the weight of all of these
whose fill will come from one alone
with passion yearning still

thats all i got right now...i wrote it this morning so if you laugh at me i wont be offended. i think i put about as much thought into it as a paper in college.

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i was bored today and started playing with pictures on my computer. here's one i took at a fashion show a couple of weeks ago. kind weird. whatev. (the idea was to make it look like the girl was painted in...take that for what you will)

Posted in: on Wednesday, April 19, 2006 at at 2:19 PM 0 comments  

ok...you know the southern accent that people slip into whenever they're trying to sound proper and respectful? i think its hilarious. because most of the time its completely unconscious. marissa did it today. she was on the phone in our office and was talking to an older lady. i just started to laugh. because she has about as much of an accent as i do. which is not much of one. but being from the south there is in fact an accent burried under all the linguistical habbits we have adopted over the years. and it comes out every once in a while. when we talk on the phone with old people. when we meet our friends parents. when we're in a job interview. basically whenever you want to present yourself as respectful and start picking words carefully you slow down to southern speaking speed and it just slips out. i love it.

Posted in: on at at 1:03 PM 1 comments  

check out the Juengel link on the side...i've been listening to it on a loop for nearly a week...esp suround me...i think it's probably the catchiest guitar ever...probably.

Posted in: on Saturday, April 15, 2006 at at 11:47 AM 0 comments  

(this comes from a post i had on the "interns" blog...i was going to re-write it for this one but i cant seem to say it in another way...so here's background...we have devotions as a staff at church. this was written to the interns after this mornings devo. sorry for it being really long, i wont do it again...ps some of them are from colorado...ok....enjoy)

as the majority of the bloggers on this blog are not from the south i will give some background to the hat rule. in the south (i dont know how things go elsewhere, colorado for example) it is customary to remove one's hat durring prayer, among other things. the list includes the bowing of heads, closing of eyes, removing of said hats, etc. and it is customary to remind everyone to do these things before entering the prayer portion of time. i have always found it to be a bit....a lot of rules. rules annoy me. especially when they get in the way of me being with god. today at staff devos we prayed. not unusual. but i woke up late this morning. i didnt shower, so i wore a hat. autin did too (it made me feel less uncomfortable to see that i wasnt the only one...the south has planted a fear of wearing hats in doors deep in my bones). anyway, we prayed and i started to feel self conscious about the hat because of the rules i hate. perhaps let me back up and say that i think the hat rule is ridiculous. god doesnt ask that i remove my hat. he enjoys it when i come respectfully to him, but for my generation removing a hat is no more a sign of respect than eating a popsicle. he is excited not by the outward but by the inward. if i'm going to make an outward sign of reverence it wont be taking off a hat it'll be something like lying facedown on the ground in awe and wonder...i dont really want to do it half-assedly. having said that, we began to pray. i looked around the room expecting the usual glances that say "please remove the hat or god wont listen to you...or the rest of us because we're in your heathen presence". but i didnt get any. this is one of the strongest moments of not being judged i have ever felt. probably because i was really expecting it from somewhere but it came from no one. i love the way that the staff really responds christlikely a lot. i know that i've worn the hat in other circles out of spite of its removals lack of importance to me. and i was probably in the wrong there...but as i just happened to be wearing it today and no one reminded me to take it off, i left it on. and i just want to say thank you. i love you all for not saying, "the only way to speak to god is by bowing a head, closing some eyes, removing all head coverings, and clasping your hands together." in fact you said to me, in a really refreshing way, "come to god however you are" period. so thanks...even those of you that werent there today....because you have more important thing in your life than god...or you were in a car wreck.

Posted in: on Thursday, April 13, 2006 at at 12:08 AM 0 comments  

if you're living in "the dash" and you've been missing gelato since the last time you were in italy because blue ridge is only open 1 1/2 hours a week then your problem may be solved. i happened to be in west end today and wandered into a little shop. mom(owner) was reading at a table and 10(ish) year old daughter was running the counter. it's been there two weeks and all the customers(2) i spoke with seemed satisfied. open tuesday till 7, wed-sat till 8, and closed sun-mon. i think i shall frequent it mucho. oh, its by all the little antique shops in west end near the park and stuff.

edit: having now actually tasted the product i still support the new place. take cash though they dont take cards yet (i'm promised they will at some point). prices range from 2.50 to 4 dollars and if you do go with the large you might want to fast for a day or so before hand as it is a formidable gelatinous opponent.

Posted in: on Tuesday, April 11, 2006 at at 6:04 PM 0 comments  

should they just change the name to north carolina idol?...i mean not that i liked clay or fantasia but he did get second and she did win and now we've got 3 of the final 8. chris daughtry, kellie pickler, and bucky covington.

(just had to throw that out there before they cut one of them...because i'm pretty sure it'll happen soon...dont want one state monopolizing on things)

Posted in: on Monday, April 10, 2006 at at 10:40 AM 0 comments  

this pup was parked 1/2 block from the mellow mushroom...

coincidence...doubtful.

(especially since its registered to Hippie McHipperson)

Posted in: on Saturday, April 08, 2006 at at 12:52 PM 0 comments  

when i was a kid, small, wee little person, child, youth, knee-high to a grasshopper, i heard about the bible. my mom read it to me. there were crazy stories about people with these weird and amazing and ridiculous lives, and they had a crazy god. at some point it turned into something else. teachers at church started trying to prove the bible to us. it seemed like if they could prove it to be the ultimate authority on all things then their goal as teachers would be met (i dont think that if they ever really did have undisputable proof...like god standing in the room to verify it...i would have necessarily read the bible any more often than i did). i think they just wanted us to be good christians, but turning the bible into a boring authoritative textbook was not the answer.

molly and i are reading this book about how we tend to miss the point as a church. brian mclauren says that, "in the future we'll present the bible less like evidence in a court case and more like works of art in an art gallery. the bible will become valuable not for what it proves, but for what it reveals."

the bible is not a textbook. and i will keep telling myself this until i believe it. its art, poetry, a masterpiece, god's story, our story. there's joy and pain and love and life. not a textbook. i miss the stories. i remember back before we started trying to prove every last verse of it. i remember the crazy god in it. he's still the same. and i am a part of his story. we are part of his story. this life he's writing for us is crazy and amazing and ridiculous.

Posted in: on Thursday, April 06, 2006 at at 11:59 PM 4 comments  

to make up for that gross pic...check out the ridiculous april fools videos from the folks at the office:

Posted in: on Tuesday, April 04, 2006 at at 8:27 PM 0 comments  

i have a magic toenail...

lets just say i kicked a wall, split my big toenail, and leave it at that.

unless you want more...but there isnt more...other than a bloody sock.

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my co-worker sent this to all the staff today:

"Useless, but entertaining! This Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. That won't ever happen again. You may now return to your (normal?) life."

my initial thought is "cool". but then quite quickly after that i thought: "what about those of us who live outside of military time? wont there be a 01:02:03 in the afternoon. so maybe it will happen again...and not way in the future like when it happens in 3006 but like 12 hours later."
and then i thought, "not ever gonna happen again my a%$. it happens twice every thousand years...whats so cool about that?"

then james said, "kevin, you're an idiot. it happens every hundred years." and i thought, "damn, now its not cool at all. why is my co-worker filling my inbox with stupid junk mail. she is such a b(sorry to use offensive letters, but it carries my sarcasm best)."

Posted in: on at at 9:58 AM 1 comments  

i was recently leaving winston-salem on I-40 headed east toward raleigh. there happens to be, as you head out of town, a stretch of that magnificent highway that is a bit dreary. a section of just gray; the road, the buildings, and on this overcast day even the sky, they were all gray. i began to sink into the bleakness of the scene and then something caught my eye. something seemed out of place somewhere but i wasnt sure. and then i saw them. a crate of oranges had fallen from a delivery truck and shattered on the median spilling its contents on the ground around it. they were glorious, bright, joyful. their fate was not to be eaten, to be enjoyed as oranges are typically destined to be. these oranges would only serve to brighten this dreary desolate road.

some of you may be tracking with me, if so good job getting into my head...but if not here you go:
i saw this road...this dreary strip of I-40 as life. haha yes pessimistic, and i know life isnt always like that but bear with me (there are ups and downs. but we all hit the gray stretch every once in a while. not all of I-40 is gross). but there were the oranges. i threw up a quick prayer that i would be like them. that my life would explode with joyful color on the side of this dreary road that others in passing might see something out of the corner of their eye that seemed out of the ordinary. something that stole their focus off of the dreary cold grayness and reminded them that that is not the only color in our world.

all of us oranges are destined to be peeled and eaten some day, all the juices and goodness inside let out. but until then lets endeavor not to be a part of the gray. be a splash of color on the "road of life".

Posted in: on Monday, April 03, 2006 at at 10:31 AM 0 comments  

you know when you're on the highway and one lane is being cleared from some sort of accident...traffic merges into the other one right? well, you know those #$%@-heads who drive down the closed empty lane and cut over right before the cones cut them off? i cant stand them. they drive me f-ing crazy.

but help comes from the mack truck. on several occasions i have seen the big rig come to the rescue of those of us following the code of driving etiquette which stipulates that everyone must wait in the line. they pull up next to a fellow rig and drive slowly(at the pace of the line lane) down the closed lane...not allowing those speedy cutting @#$&%'s to cheat the system. oh how it warms my heart. joy wells up inside of my bosom and i choke back tears...finally someone looking out for those of us who long to block the empty lane...but whose cars are not wide enough to catch the really tricky bastards who still get around us using the median or shoulder.

this is my shout out to the mack's and peterbuilts of the world...i love you.

Posted in: on Sunday, April 02, 2006 at at 3:43 AM 0 comments  

have you ever been overwhelmed with life? so much so that you just cant handle it anymore? not in the "i'm going to end it" sense but in the "i cant wait to be Home" sense. one of my friends approached me with this feeling sometime last year saying that when she was in the world it made her want to cry and that she couldn't wait to be Home. i had never been to that point until sometime this year but i got there again last night. fortunately due to the wonders of IM i was able to talk with her and reminisce on the old conversation.

here's the feeling in a nutshell if it seems a little fuzzy...
we were so overwhelmed by how much we dont get it. we humans are selfish, self-centered, failing creatures...we dont know how to love or live or do much of anything right. sometimes you find yourself in a place that makes you acutely aware of this fact. maybe you are observing people pursuing all the wrong things and looking right past the hurt or struggles of those around them because they've convinced themselves its just not their problem...maybe its something else. and you begin to wonder why you even have hope of us ever getting it right. we always mess it up. we always get it wrong. hope starts to drain and then the picture hits you. you remember that at some point we will. there is a hope. it may not be in this life but its there. there is a place where we will all love each other. we will know how to and we will...and we will do it well. its Home. it will be amazing...i want to be there. i want to see it and i cant quite imagine it but i love it and i long for it. i almost miss it even though i dont think i've ever been.

Posted in: on Saturday, April 01, 2006 at at 10:21 AM 0 comments