March 27, 2009
March 23, 2009
I am partial to these.
bi⋅be⋅lot
/ˈbɪb
loʊ; Fr. bibəˈloʊ/ [bib-loh; Fr. beebuh-loh] –noun, plural -lots /-loʊz; Fr. -ˈloʊ/ [-lohz; Fr. -loh] | a small object of curiosity, beauty, or rarity. |
March 17, 2009
Jury Assembly Room Ruminations
People are strange. I’m sitting behind tinted windows whose mirrored nature provides a dual view of the courtyard just beyond and the jury room behind me. The gentleman to the left is wearing a vivid green shirt with subtle perpendicular stripes and a pastel green bowtie. He’s much too large to be a leprechaun, but we all have our dreams. Though he looks like a variation of one of my favorite professors (Performance of Literature and Small Group), he appears to be some sort of engineer judging by the large textbook with a profusion of tiny numbers and geometric shapes. I think engineers are taking over, probably due to the sudden Alaskan and Taiwanese influx.
Oh, I’m so tired. I want a doughnut. This is an unusual craving. Pods of sheriffs keep strolling by window, making me nostalgic for ride-alongs and loud voices down the corridor. Is it permissible to refer to sheriffs as pods? I don’t think they would mind, coming from me. It’s interesting how we are willing to receive some statements only from a select few. Hah, the weight of this dude’s keychain seems to be aiding gravity more than he would like. Hark, he pauses in his ungainly ambles to valiantly hoist upward. I have a question: Do men genuinely have a predilection for plaid, particularly as a covering for the nether regions, or is it foisted upon them by the limited imaginations of designers (with the exception of mystifying holiday extravaganzas)?
I was actually early this morning, but it turns out that I could have been twenty minutes late. Of course, of course. Orientation is starting with an energetic government employee enthusing into the microphone. Morning people...
Oh, I’m so tired. I want a doughnut. This is an unusual craving. Pods of sheriffs keep strolling by window, making me nostalgic for ride-alongs and loud voices down the corridor. Is it permissible to refer to sheriffs as pods? I don’t think they would mind, coming from me. It’s interesting how we are willing to receive some statements only from a select few. Hah, the weight of this dude’s keychain seems to be aiding gravity more than he would like. Hark, he pauses in his ungainly ambles to valiantly hoist upward. I have a question: Do men genuinely have a predilection for plaid, particularly as a covering for the nether regions, or is it foisted upon them by the limited imaginations of designers (with the exception of mystifying holiday extravaganzas)?
I was actually early this morning, but it turns out that I could have been twenty minutes late. Of course, of course. Orientation is starting with an energetic government employee enthusing into the microphone. Morning people...
March 15, 2009
As requested
Yes, this is Donovan. No, I don't carry around a picture in my purse or on my person, but here you g
o, compliments of Caitlyn.
o, compliments of Caitlyn.
An unconventional love song.
Check out the music here:
You are beautiful, my sweet sweet song!
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
And I will sing again
You are so good to me
You heal my broken heart
You are my Father in Heaven (2x)
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You ride upon the clouds
You lead me to the truth
You are the Spirit inside me (2x)
You are my strong melody, yeah
You are my dancing rhythm
You are my perfect rhyme
And I will sing of You forever
You poured out all Your blood
You died upon the cross
You are my Jesus who loves me (2x)
You are my Father in Heaven
You are the Spirit inside me
You are my Jesus who loves me
You are beautiful, my sweet sweet song!
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
And I will sing again
You are so good to me
You heal my broken heart
You are my Father in Heaven (2x)
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You ride upon the clouds
You lead me to the truth
You are the Spirit inside me (2x)
You are my strong melody, yeah
You are my dancing rhythm
You are my perfect rhyme
And I will sing of You forever
You poured out all Your blood
You died upon the cross
You are my Jesus who loves me (2x)
You are my Father in Heaven
You are the Spirit inside me
You are my Jesus who loves me
March 14, 2009
Yet another reason to be a fan.
Adultery? Why fool about with hamburger when you can have steak at home?
Paul Newman
Paul Newman
March 8, 2009
Five minutes to ponder
My mother, who enjoys planning and bonding moments, just called "Five minutes" from the dining room. I sit in her cluttered bedroom, distracted from our imminent departure by the need to clear some space in my brain. The motivation is partially the haphazard arrangement of the room as well as the deformed desk chair whose back angles forward, causing my stomach to brush the top of my thighs when I fidget in protest. My hair sticks out in odd angles, stubbornly recalling its former arrangement with my beret. The moment is about self-awareness -- not a new-age euphemism for identity but truly being aware of my hunched matter punching the keyboard and my personality wanting to play with words and my restless intellect that constantly skips ahead, disregarding that the other two are loathe to take shortcuts.
March 5, 2009
Daily Light, February 24, pm
Shall we indeed accept good from God, and shall we not accept adversity?
I know, O Lord, that Your judgments are right, and that in faithfulness You have afflicted me. * O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are potter; and all we are the work of Your hand. * It is the Lord. Let Him do what seems good to Him.
Righteous are You, O Lord, when I plead with You; yet let me talk with You about Your judgments.
He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver. * Whom the Lord loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives. * It is enough for a disciple that he be like his teacher, and a servant like his master. * Though He was a Son, yet He learned obedience by the things which He suffered.
But rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ's sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy. * These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
Job 2:10; Ps. 119:75; Isa. 64:8; 1 Sam. 3:18; Jer. 12:1; Mal. 3:3; Heb. 12:6; Matt. 10:25; Heb. 5:8; 1 Pet. 4:13; Rev 7:14
I know, O Lord, that Your judgments are right, and that in faithfulness You have afflicted me. * O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are potter; and all we are the work of Your hand. * It is the Lord. Let Him do what seems good to Him.
Righteous are You, O Lord, when I plead with You; yet let me talk with You about Your judgments.
He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver. * Whom the Lord loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives. * It is enough for a disciple that he be like his teacher, and a servant like his master. * Though He was a Son, yet He learned obedience by the things which He suffered.
But rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ's sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy. * These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
Job 2:10; Ps. 119:75; Isa. 64:8; 1 Sam. 3:18; Jer. 12:1; Mal. 3:3; Heb. 12:6; Matt. 10:25; Heb. 5:8; 1 Pet. 4:13; Rev 7:14
Daily Light, February 24, am
Thus says the Lord God: "I will also let the house of Israel inquire of Me to do this for them."
You do not have because you do not ask.
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. * This is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him. * If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. * Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it. * Men always ought to pray and not lose heart.
The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are open to their cry. The Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. * You will ask in My name, and I do not say to you that I shall pray the Father for you; for the Father Himself loves you, because you have loved Me. Ask, and you will receive, that your job may be full.
Ezek. 36:37; James 4:2; Matt. 7:7-8; 1 John 5:14-15; James 1:5; Ps. 81:10; Luke 18:1; Ps. 34:15, 17; John 26-27, 24
You do not have because you do not ask.
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. * This is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him. * If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. * Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it. * Men always ought to pray and not lose heart.
The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are open to their cry. The Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. * You will ask in My name, and I do not say to you that I shall pray the Father for you; for the Father Himself loves you, because you have loved Me. Ask, and you will receive, that your job may be full.
Ezek. 36:37; James 4:2; Matt. 7:7-8; 1 John 5:14-15; James 1:5; Ps. 81:10; Luke 18:1; Ps. 34:15, 17; John 26-27, 24
March 2, 2009
The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restuarant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long-
distance lover and proudly say:
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, I know
she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restuarant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long-
distance lover and proudly say:
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, I know
she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
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