ready, shoot...aim.

i've been shooting my whole life, and i'm finally learning how to aim.

today andy gave the sermon at church.  he spoke about conviction and repentance.  a topic that he delivered in a way so encouragingly that i could only think back to my roots in a church that would have approached the same topic with all the wrath of an angry god flying hot in your face.  turn 'r burn, if you will.  that is all a rabbit trail though, it was not the discussion of conviction or repentance that caught me, but andy's selection of things the average american christian ought be convicted for.  admittedly, he did try to come up with flaws that carried with them outward implications as opposed to the regular church sins, which seem to inflict most of their damage on the person choosing them.  his choice took me immediately back to something i picked up in houston and cling to tightly.

our western society is fueled by consumerism.  i know, you'd expect me to just tell you we don't need all that stuff and we should live much more simply than we do...and if that thought is convicting to you then maybe it applies, but that is not the point of me writing here.  even if we cut back, we will always consume.  even if we do so with smaller carbon footprints than the rest, or by using our reusable whole foods bag instead of one of the billions of plastic bags we go through in this country every year, we still consume.  so, i'm not saying to stop.  i'm saying what andy said, and what my church in houston lives out: think.  i'll steal andy's example to clarify.  40% of the worlds chocolate is produced from cocoa beans grown on farms harvested by children.  children who work reprehensible hours.  children who, after working these hours, may or may not be paid for their labor, and who then may or may not have food to eat, may or may not have a roof to sleep under, and may or may not even be able to leave their farm...and yes, some of these cases would be considered slavery. (i won't get started on the statistics of child slavery in the world right now, but they aren't pretty.) where to point the finger? well the people running the farms right?  they say the west won't pay them enough for their crop to have any money for the workers.  the corporations? they could pay more...but then there's the system.  a consumer system that leads to us. they listen to us.  we want cheaper, they give us cheaper, and cheaper, and cheaper, until we've now left these children with literally nothing. us?  well, we're a part of it.  to quote andy, "and that's just chocolate."  when we ask only for the cheapest goods, we fail to look past the swipe at the checkout counter and the number at the other end of it on the atm screen.  we don't think about the process.  

to sum up all of it, we must think.  ask the questions that need asking.  know the companies you are buying from and how they really do business.  know that farmers are getting and giving fair wages from the produce you buy and the coffee you drink.  yeah, sure, it means a little more legwork on your part, but really?  kids in slavery, women in poverty, and whatever other grim fates you can come up with?  it's worth asking a few questions just to do your little part to help.  consumerism is a system that can be influenced by christian living.  in and of itself it is not good, but it is, for you and i (if you happen to be a christian and reading this), another place to live out our faith.  a platform from which others see the actions of christians, be they good or bad, leading voices against oppression, or numbly drifting along oblivious to their own small part in this ongoing human play.  don't just float in the current. lazy rivers are for theme parks not real life.  think.

you had me at rainbow road


i share an office with a girl who loves tree vomit:


sylar? oh, excuse me...mr spock


i'm excited about star trek.  wait...i mean...uh...ok, i'm going with it.  i'm excited about star trek, namely the cast organized by Mr. Abrams (who's presence alone peaks my curiosity, even after the freak show that was cloverfield) including Mr. Quinto (who plays sylar in heroes) and Mr. Pegg (of shaun of the dead and hot fuzz greatness).  it's like having hollywood stars in your community theatre.  even if they used the same cardboard enterprise bridge Mr. Belushi and his fellow "Not Ready for Prime Time Players" used in their '76 SNL skit, it's just fun to see actors you already love doing something you know beforehand is going to be as cheesy as the inside of a doritos factory.


ps: i won't lie. i'm expecting sylar action in the above picture...you know, the creepy little red line slowly tracing across this poor guys forehead...and then all of a sudden mr. spock has some new power.

44th

i've never been one for documenting history...but:

remember, remember...

...the 5th of november.
happy guy fawkes day!




there are a lot of really sucky christians out there:


i'm equal parts sad and infuriated

Q's for the week:

this has been a curious week for me. not like weird stuff has been happening, just like i have been inquisitive...and not curious about anything of any importance...just a few insignificant trivialities that only jeopardy contestants should have any interest in researching.

now, i am fully aware that the one sure fire way to kill something dead is to blog about it. (ie: trying to post one new musical artist per week would end with a dry well devoid of any newfound talent very quickly, or trying to maintain a blog with only deep thoughts will inevitably relegate me to the kiddy pool until i drop the idea.) but, i'm gonna go ahead and risk the dry well of inquisitiveness to put these out there:

1. Does steam occur at a constant temperature...or does it occur at varying degrees with varying air temperature?(assuming pressure is constant, of course.) ie: The water in my shower doesn't feel as warm as it should be...but it's still steaming like usual. Unfortunate, yes...unusual, we'll see?

2. Do reading glasses help or hurt your eyes? If you have good eyesight, but are in front of the computer all day, resulting in tired eyes come end of the day...should you use magnifying glasses to make it easier on your eyes...or will they just get lazy if you reduce their workload? (basically do your eyes get stronger with exercise or do they only have so many miles in them and wear out more quickly with exercise?)

3. Why do dress shirts have two cuff buttons? I mean, there's the one thats way too tight on the wrist, and then the other thats way too loose...(which in the end just leads to all of us rolling our sleeve half way up the forearm to avoid actually using the misplaced buttons and hole.) Is it just me or shouldn't there just be one button half way between the two options we are given? Are our wrist sizes really that different? How many times have you ever met someone and thought, "Man, he's got really fat wrists!" Never...(never...but that does create a fun mental picture of someone with my exact same shirt measurements...only with really fat wrists...hmm)

that's all for this weeks Q's...if i continue having these pop up i'll pass them along...for now just consider this a one time peek inside a new and unusual room in the expansive mansion that is my amazing brain.

via the cush:



Eunoia

"Eunoia is the shortest word in English containing all five vowels - and it means "beautiful thinking". It is also the title of Canadian poet Christian Bok's book of fiction in which each chapter uses only one vowel."




Halloween

Probably the best Halloween costume i've ever seen:
an underage Chinese gymnast...so politically incorrect...so wonderful

MM

darren from mutemate... he's really just the best ever... (ps: i'm not exagerating)... and i can't wait for their new cd:




i promise to work on my titles...really

why do i do this to myself?  the last time i went running with the williams i asked them to remind me not to run with them the next time i tried.  why? well, for those of you who don't know mat and leslie, they are the bionic couple.  incredibly athletic, somehow tireless, with this unnatural love of pushing themselves beyond anything close to normal limits when running. i enjoy a casual chatting pace, while they, and now their bionic dog, enjoy a pace at which the rest of humanity is left gasping like harry after his gillyweed wears off while they casually plan dinner, a solution to all of the worlds problems, and merrily dash too and fro like whimsical wood nymphs.


this afternoon i walked into the house after lunch and was greeted by mat saying, "we're headed out to run 10 miles, want to come?"  me, in my mind, "why in the hell would i want to do that to myself." me, from my mouth, "sure."  somewhere in the tenebrous journey from my mind to my mouth i think my real response was routed back and forth through an even worse version of babel fish than is present for internet use.  probably the beta version.  (if you just used the dictionary on your macbook dashboard for tenebrous...point for me.)  

mile one through 8.5ish are uninteresting, but at this point, right as my shuffle ran out of batteries, a blister the size of Willie Mackenzie's head (if you're looking...fourth one down) formed right smack dab between the ball of my foot and the big toe...basically i could no longer push off, and for kicks i could even feel the blisteryness...on second thought i'll spare you.  ergo, i ran the last mile and a half with my big toe curled under, trying not wreck my knee by throwing my stride off with a fantastic limping gait after putting it through its biggest workout since february.

in the end, i now have a huge limp inducing blister and the knowledge that i can still run 10 miles...which is not exciting enough news to warrant the blister.  i'd rather have found that i can't make it past 2 and i should just stay in and sit on the couch with a high life and a lofthouse (you don't have to work for this one) from now on.

trouble in paradise...

on tuesday i had exciting news to share...now, the same news is really anticlimactic...


i finally replaced the bike that was stolen last year in new orleans with a new one:
i wandered into the nice bike store over in West End monday thinking, "i'll just try to get sized on one and get some info and then obviously not buy anything right now because there's no way i can afford this place." so, i walked in and let them know i was looking at entry level road bikes.  they point out a couple and then say something to the effect of, "oh yeah, there's one over here. we just have the one left and it's your size and because it's last years model we want to get rid of it so it's 50% off..." and then i road it and loved it and bought it the next day. the end.

...kind of.

rode to work and back on wed...and again on thursday...and was swinging by the shop again thursday after work to buy a helmet, as i have been borrowing the williams' extra one...well, half way there my pedal gets wobbly...hmm.  as it turns out the pedal had stripped out the threads of the pedal arm and basically fell out when i got there.  sooooo, bike in the shop. (insert me being really irritated and annoyed at said situation here.) they are going to replace whatever needs to be replaced because i just got it and obviously had not had time to inflict this damage myself...which is nice...but now i have to try and hold my excitement for a week or so till it comes back. (insert slightly overdramatized annoyance and same said situation here.)

what does this story mean for you: you'll have to wait a week for the start of: "countdown till bike pays itself off". i figure if i ride it to work each day...in a couple months or so it will pay itself off in gas saved...i'm excited about the countdown...but it's gotta wait until this ridiculous situation is sorted out. (insert abundant but now purely dramatized emotions.)

life, from w-s (2.0)

as of late i've taken to posting things i find amusing, uncharacteristically creative,  or carry within them some seed of truth.  i feel that on occasion it would behoove all for me to insert some of my own life into this blog...as that was it's purpose in the beginning.  so, if you're up for a little rambling, click play above and settle back for my reveries...

1. i find that my life goes in cycles.  probably in all areas but as examples:  there are periods when i cannot get enough of good books and others when to immerse myself in a book would be an impiety upon the stories being played out in real life around me.  there are times when i want to reflect, as i do now, and gather the bits of truth that i can find, and others when i want to not think about living but live, break free and live with no thought as to whether anything makes sense beyond the mere enjoyment of experiencing life.  there are times when i want to pursue friendships with great effort and times when i want nothing to do with you unless you are the one who has made the effort to call me.  times when i want my work to be full of creativity and beauty and times when i want my work to be mundane and structured.  i think all of these are influenced by the flow of my energies back and forth and in and out of all of these moods, and there is to them a constant and unpredictable current.

2. you can listen to me or just read dave's post over at in repair for the main idea of this one. love. it all comes back to this. as he says, not hollywood love, but the sort of day in day out pouring into a persons, or peoples lives. a healthy community building, life giving, love. cs says somewhere that we are most ourselves not alone or in couples but when a group of friends gathers, because each in the group pulls from others a different flavor. perhaps like a simmering stew of friendship. flavors combining and complimenting and drawing out and enhancing. but, as it is, we (myself and many of my peers) find ourselves existing in a transient time. between studies and settling. choosing paths and following crazy dreams. and thus not settled, we struggle to maintain relationships from a former more stable time across states and seas with the rickety crutches of phone lines, of facebook and the internet. it is rare indeed that these ties will deepen through these. at best they are maintained for some future time when old friends are reunited to grow together again.  the now strained roots intertwined in the past, relaxing and growing downward together gracefully at ease again. that is the hope anyway. in the meantime we set our roots to growing as best we can, pouring into new friends the love we can, seeking good soil wherever we find ourselves for as long as we find ourselves there. i wonder to myself at these thoughts whether or not it is only me with my odd aversion to phones, and skepticism towards the internets social gathering places, that finds deepening these distant relationships difficult and also whether or not there is a point deep enough where roots so intertwined shake free the inevitable superficialities of the internet and really do keep growing? i don't know...but to quote,

I'm gonna experiment with this love thing-- giving love, feeling love...I know it sounds really corny but it's the last thing I gotta check out. Before I check out.



i have no words...just happy ears

oldies but goodies...

stuff from a couple of my old favorite sites:


and...

the ever satirically amusing: StuffWhitePeopleLike.com


because it still makes me smile just as much as it did a year ago: