Things are on my mind… and some of them just may be word-worthy. As of this moment, I will not write them. I would rather post my newest creation entitled May Redux. No good explanation, that’s just the title. Hope you enjoy.
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Despite my apparent failure at communicating clearly via the written language, I will say a few more things. We all know “there’s no ‘I’ in ‘team.’” I have modified this idea before with “you put the ‘I’ in ’selfish.’” And we all know about fault lines and tectonic shifts. So to Los Angeles I say “you put the ‘L A’ in ‘Atlantis.’” It’d made a good shirt. Trust me.
And I just found out about a super crazy new engine. The claims are so preposterous I would dismiss this guy as another quack- but NASA has awarded his invention. So I guess I can’t presume to know more than rocket scientists. Anyways, check out his work by going to http://angellabsllc.com/.
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First off, have I written before about how women insist on considering themselves completely different from other women? If this is round two on this, sorry. The thing about it is that it’s what gives them more commonality. Like the Five Iron Frenzy lyric “you want to be different just like everyone else.” Or was that the The Squeegees? I might have a shot at remembering if it were not for the heady days of youth.
Second: Last Sunday I went to church because it was the first chance I’ve had in a while and it will be some time before I get one again (excepting this following weekend). And the worship was- musically- perfect. Sweet jams, professional voice talent, uptempo rock sound intermixed with melodic, thoughtful, piano-driven pieces. The best was when, during a transition, the worship leader said “You guys sound great.” That was ‘the best’ because barely audience within my view was actually singing. So there’s two-fold thoughts here. First, why is there patronization occuring within the hallowed hallls of church. Secondly, why was there no one singing, which could be considered the de facto form of worship within a ‘time of worship.’ If no one is singing, it seems reasonable to say no one is worshiping. Of course there a flaws in this- but as a whole is not far off.
I could go off on this, but I’m pretty happy with asking questions and leaving the rest to someone else. Here’s an area where I’m jealous of my brother- he can find something and be all about it- just total enthusiasm. I am not that smooth. I find the people on the outskirts of the group- the critics and naysayers. My success with friends has been largely because I gap the ‘in’ crowd and ‘out’ crowd. So I feed off pessimism. I subconciously seek out ‘truth tellers’ over ‘grace givers’ (thank you, Dr. Mann). And boy am I pessimistic about church. So in that sense, I feel everyone should be able to seek out problems in the church and find solutions or make a big enough stink so others are forced to confront the issue. If there were a symbiotic, antonym-istic phrase ‘for if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ i would use it here.
Nothing is clear here. Nothing makes any sense. I just went to an art final where we had two hours to see a project from start to completion, and I didn’t have any projects lined out before I went. So basically I just winged something worth 20 percent of my grade. And I really couldn’t tell you what I made, what with the adrenalin rush and all. Kinda crazy, I know. Not the best idea in the world.
And I’ll quit before I get futher along in my muddled monologue. I haven’t made any good points, like the fact that the most disgusting thing about that church was that I and mine attitude were inside.
Out.
The triumph du jour in my life is getting some plugins for wordpress working. The one I am most pleased with is the email notification plugin. So now, you can sign up by going to the ‘get email notification’ page or maybe I’ll be able to let you to that at the bottom of this entry. Magic! Amazing what a good plugin will do for a guy. So basically if you sign up with your email address, you will receive notification of whenever I create new blogs. you are supposed to be able to choose between how much of the post you receive. In theory, it could just be emailed to you and you wouldn’t have to mess with this site or rss feeds or anything. cool stuff. I’ll see you all on the other side!
That’s right, America. Stop poking your news into Wyoming’s business. I mean, there’s been a veritable rash of inquisitions into this one-horse state. First off, why is it that the “news-less wonders” flock to death like “news vultures.” Just because there was an outbreak of canine influenza and 70 dogs were killed at the animal shelter doesn’t mean the whole world needs to know. And since when does Tony Hawk start donating to skate parks in Cheyenne? Heck, even Stephen Colbert (hero-at-large) talked about Wyoming.
Today… today was pretty cool overall. I’ve been working on a friend’s VW bus for a while, and had some new developments today. That whole mess started with a blown clutch. And boy did it blow. Which means that, once I put the new clutch in and was test driving to check for correct operation, the transmission blew out also. This sucks.
But the good news is that she just got a sweet hook-up through a friend yesterday, and she found a donor VW bus for $150 that RUNS!!!! I mean, a used model-specific tranny alone goes for $400. So today I went and bled the brakes, re-charged the battery and got some gas for it; all during medium-light precipitation. And then, in a complete best-case scenario, was able to drive it all the way to the college without incident.
Anyways, watched “I, Robot” tonight as my friends who don’t call continued not calling. A friend went to boot camp yesterday. A combination of these three events brought me compose (a term used very loosely) the following piece entitle “Jazz Goobye” as my mood turned from mellow to something shades darker.
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“Welcome one and all” said the committee chair, “to another meeting at Brady, Incorporated to decide the next blogging topic. I shall now open up the floor to anyone with relevant ideas.”
Right away the Venture Capitalist spoke up. “Who’s got an idea? Come on now, don’t be afraid. Even if it’s halfway good I’ll throw all my resources behind your idea.”
“Totally! and, like, it totally doesn’t matter how good the idea is as long as we package it in a totally rockin’ way!” chimed in the Rock Star.
Silence reigned for a short while until the Bookie spoke up. “I’ve got ten to one that says we won’t be done before lunch.”
The Dentist concurred. “Come on everybody, this is like pulling teeth! If I was an anesthesiologist I’d knock myself out just to escape the sheer boredom of this excercise. Hey where is the anesthesiologist anyways?”
Anesthesiologist: (unresponsive with glazed, vacant eyes and mirthful smile)
The Clown: “hey everybody, isn’t anesthesiologist such a funny word!?”
Everybody: (silence mixed with disdainful stares directed at The Clown)
The Clown: “or not…”
Military Man: “hey, I’d love to chip in and accomplish the mission here, but I can’t. I haven’t watched the safety video yet which means I’m neither certified nor authorized to assist in this endeavor. I’ll have to sit this one out.”
The Hippie: “chill out everyone, you’re going about this all wrong. once you relax and get into groove, it will all come naturally.”
The Bookie: “yeah, that’s a good idea hippie- except I’ll bet the Military Man’s not watched the safety video on smoking a bong either.”
The Engineer: “Last time I volunteered, I made an outstanding product that was flawless until the stupid users got hold of it. There’s no way I’m doing that again.”
Windows User: “This meeting started off really easy, but then it just crashed suddenly.”
Linux User: “Is this really all the options we have? Why isn’t this commitee more powerful and flexible?”
Mac User: “Look at us! Look at this place! Why can’t we clean this place up- at least make it look clean and simple. And we don’t need all different options, we just need to get the one vendor to make the perfect solution for our needs.”
The Scientist: “For all the arguing that has occurred until now, no one has given any qualititive data to support any idea.”
“Hey, qualitative is a funny…” began the clown.
“We gotta dig deeper!” inserted the proctologist, rudely. “We can’t just sit around with our thumbs up our butts!”
“You’re right,” said the committee chair. “Let’s call it a day. Too many options and not enough input. I guess I’ll submit our meeting minutes. Meeting adjourned.”