Cubeoban!
i should really be reading.
or at least eating dinner.
but this game is so fun....
Feb 28, 2005
heath ledger is the new matt damon
There's a cry in my heart
For Your glory to fall
For Your presence to fill up my senses
There's a yearning again
A thirst for discipline
A hunger for things that are deeper
Could You take me beyond?
Could You carry me through?
If I open my heart?
Could I go there with You?
(For I’ve been here before
But I know there’s still more
Oh, Lord, I need to know You)
For what do I have
If I don't have You, Jesus?
What in this life
Could mean any more?
You are my rock
You are my glory
You are the lifter
Of my head
Lifter of this head
they did this starfield song at con's church sunday and it's been kind of stuck in my head since. i guess i just feel it's a welcome reminder of my priorities in life. to be thankful, and to be real.
For Your glory to fall
For Your presence to fill up my senses
There's a yearning again
A thirst for discipline
A hunger for things that are deeper
Could You take me beyond?
Could You carry me through?
If I open my heart?
Could I go there with You?
(For I’ve been here before
But I know there’s still more
Oh, Lord, I need to know You)
For what do I have
If I don't have You, Jesus?
What in this life
Could mean any more?
You are my rock
You are my glory
You are the lifter
Of my head
Lifter of this head
they did this starfield song at con's church sunday and it's been kind of stuck in my head since. i guess i just feel it's a welcome reminder of my priorities in life. to be thankful, and to be real.
top of the 7th
and so i return to ontario -- where the air is smoggy and the streets are dirtier. flying in i'm always in awe of the expanse that toronto covers and i think how beautiful it is. then i remember that the glow into the night sky isn't really natural. then i get kind of concerned and start to wonder, but...in the end.....it's just nice to be home.
thanks to putzy and family for a great reading week. west edmonton mall is much smaller than i remember. also, buckets of thanks to the cowtown folks for not only taking time out to treat us to some great times and food (and letting us crash in their mad pimped out cribs) but for being such great hosts for the city of calgary. we are truly in debt to you all.
speaking of you calgary folk, happy belated birthday bev! hope you had a blast! and a big happy birthday to timothy as well. sorry i wasn't around for your soiree this weekend, i hope you also had an "amaxing" weekend.
i credit that word to ryan. i think he has it trademarked.
back to school tomorrow to close out my university career. i feel tired. yet....inspired.
good night.
thanks to putzy and family for a great reading week. west edmonton mall is much smaller than i remember. also, buckets of thanks to the cowtown folks for not only taking time out to treat us to some great times and food (and letting us crash in their mad pimped out cribs) but for being such great hosts for the city of calgary. we are truly in debt to you all.
speaking of you calgary folk, happy belated birthday bev! hope you had a blast! and a big happy birthday to timothy as well. sorry i wasn't around for your soiree this weekend, i hope you also had an "amaxing" weekend.
i credit that word to ryan. i think he has it trademarked.
back to school tomorrow to close out my university career. i feel tired. yet....inspired.
good night.
Feb 15, 2005
pothole hunting
there are more chasms on the streets of london than there are cars. it's ridiculous. i can't drive one block without dodging left and right like luke skywalker through the heart of the deathstar.
but i guess that's kind of like how our days seem to go by sometimes.
ironically, i saw a truck patching holes out front and i thought to myself....what took so long? the sooner the better with these things, it'll be one less hole to dodge every day.
it's strange how life can so often present us with a microcosm of.....life.
i'm thankful for great friends here in london, despite my protestations towards social gatherings. so often it's not about what we want, but what god has in store for us. more often than not, those two are entirely different expectations.
on an unrelated notes, some songs just make you want to cry because they're so well written. for me -- this is one of them:
Poison Oak some boyhood bravery.
when the telephone was a tin can on a string.
and I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
you said you weren't afraid to die.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
were you made ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.
And I don't think that I ever loved you more.
Than when you turned away.
When you slammed the door.
When you stole the car drove towards Mexico.
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm.
I was young then I still believed in war.
But let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
and all their tearful words would turn back into steam.
me Im a single cell on a serpents tongue.
and theres a muddy field where a garden was
and I'm glad you got away.
but I'm still stuck out hear.
my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.
And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
The end of paralysis I was a statuette
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench,
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
The sound of lonliness makes me happier.
- bright eyes (poison oak)
that last verse is.....just....
wow.
but i guess that's kind of like how our days seem to go by sometimes.
ironically, i saw a truck patching holes out front and i thought to myself....what took so long? the sooner the better with these things, it'll be one less hole to dodge every day.
it's strange how life can so often present us with a microcosm of.....life.
i'm thankful for great friends here in london, despite my protestations towards social gatherings. so often it's not about what we want, but what god has in store for us. more often than not, those two are entirely different expectations.
on an unrelated notes, some songs just make you want to cry because they're so well written. for me -- this is one of them:
Poison Oak some boyhood bravery.
when the telephone was a tin can on a string.
and I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
you said you weren't afraid to die.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
were you made ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.
And I don't think that I ever loved you more.
Than when you turned away.
When you slammed the door.
When you stole the car drove towards Mexico.
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm.
I was young then I still believed in war.
But let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
and all their tearful words would turn back into steam.
me Im a single cell on a serpents tongue.
and theres a muddy field where a garden was
and I'm glad you got away.
but I'm still stuck out hear.
my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.
And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
The end of paralysis I was a statuette
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench,
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
The sound of lonliness makes me happier.
- bright eyes (poison oak)
that last verse is.....just....
wow.
Feb 12, 2005
Feb 11, 2005
get that worm
yes, the webcam is up (most of the day). enjoy to your voyeuristic hearts content.
i don't think i can classify what i did last night as "sleeping". it really was more like napping. suffice to say, my mind was preoccupied. mostly with trying to understand why i couldn't sleep. a catch-22 some might say, and i wouldn't disagree, but i don't care enough to analyze it. all i know is i couldn't sleep, so i might as well go do something productive and run around.
does it ever seem like the more you set out to do in a day, the less you seem to accomplish? as ridiculous as it sounds, i think i need to simplify my life and strip away all the crap that isn't really serving a real purpose. some people are looking for more in life....i think i need to learn to enjoy the basics, and not take things that i have for granted.
i've always been lazy. i've always been indifferent, apathetic, indifferent to a fault. but it's never worried me like it does at the moment -- with my entire future hanging in the balance.
that's always been my problem. i've been told so many times that i just never do what i say i will -- do what i should -- and as a result, what i could. i think back to (literally) grade one report cards that say:
"simon has lots of potential but hasn't reached it yet. he also talks too much"
why don't i care? the million dollar question. i'd give anything to have the desire and passion of Paul, or the faith and patience of Job. i don't have it rough, but until i care, i'll never have it great.
i'm tired of being potential....or existing for the sake of existing.
7But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. 8Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith; 10that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, 11if, by any means, I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.
phil 3:7-11
i told my small group at acf retreat how badly i want to have that kind of passion. something in my heart that i too could throw all of myself into, and throw everything else by the wayside in order to have it.
what drives people to live everyday....responsibility? dreams? obligation? routine?
i know what i want to drive me, but i can say that right now, it's not all that much. but i'm driven to figure out why i'm not driven. and i guess thats a start.
now to go work on my floater and outside jumper....
i don't think i can classify what i did last night as "sleeping". it really was more like napping. suffice to say, my mind was preoccupied. mostly with trying to understand why i couldn't sleep. a catch-22 some might say, and i wouldn't disagree, but i don't care enough to analyze it. all i know is i couldn't sleep, so i might as well go do something productive and run around.
does it ever seem like the more you set out to do in a day, the less you seem to accomplish? as ridiculous as it sounds, i think i need to simplify my life and strip away all the crap that isn't really serving a real purpose. some people are looking for more in life....i think i need to learn to enjoy the basics, and not take things that i have for granted.
i've always been lazy. i've always been indifferent, apathetic, indifferent to a fault. but it's never worried me like it does at the moment -- with my entire future hanging in the balance.
that's always been my problem. i've been told so many times that i just never do what i say i will -- do what i should -- and as a result, what i could. i think back to (literally) grade one report cards that say:
"simon has lots of potential but hasn't reached it yet. he also talks too much"
why don't i care? the million dollar question. i'd give anything to have the desire and passion of Paul, or the faith and patience of Job. i don't have it rough, but until i care, i'll never have it great.
i'm tired of being potential....or existing for the sake of existing.
7But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. 8Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith; 10that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, 11if, by any means, I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.
phil 3:7-11
i told my small group at acf retreat how badly i want to have that kind of passion. something in my heart that i too could throw all of myself into, and throw everything else by the wayside in order to have it.
what drives people to live everyday....responsibility? dreams? obligation? routine?
i know what i want to drive me, but i can say that right now, it's not all that much. but i'm driven to figure out why i'm not driven. and i guess thats a start.
now to go work on my floater and outside jumper....
Feb 9, 2005
Feb 5, 2005
who is john galt?
on the continued topic of hygene, i was out to dinner at a chinese restaurant yesterday, and i went to the washroom. I was pleasantly surprised by how (relatively) clean the washroom was. I noticed that a little kid in there at the same time of me danced out of the can without washing his hands -- not uncommon among little children (right ry?).
i wonder though, is that really so bad? if everyone who uses the washroom then proceeds to wash their hands, doesn't that automatically make the water tap the single most dirty thing in the washroom because everyone touches it before their hands are clean?
someone should do a study....
on another note, is their a sadder evolution in parenting than the minivan-dvd-player?
it's not enough that you've pawned off the responsiblity of raising your children to this thing in your house, but you can't even take the time in your car to actually interact with them on a human level? are we really so lazy?
goodness people. i mean, i've never had a kid, so maybe i'm in no position to say. and i watched a lot of tv as a kid too, so maybe i'm being a hypocrite. but c'mon. i talked to my parents in the car or at dinner -- two places we didn't have television screens to distract us from having to acknowledge our mutal existences.....
i wonder though, is that really so bad? if everyone who uses the washroom then proceeds to wash their hands, doesn't that automatically make the water tap the single most dirty thing in the washroom because everyone touches it before their hands are clean?
someone should do a study....
on another note, is their a sadder evolution in parenting than the minivan-dvd-player?
it's not enough that you've pawned off the responsiblity of raising your children to this thing in your house, but you can't even take the time in your car to actually interact with them on a human level? are we really so lazy?
goodness people. i mean, i've never had a kid, so maybe i'm in no position to say. and i watched a lot of tv as a kid too, so maybe i'm being a hypocrite. but c'mon. i talked to my parents in the car or at dinner -- two places we didn't have television screens to distract us from having to acknowledge our mutal existences.....
Feb 2, 2005
lightning in a bottle
i will openly concede that if showering at home and nature calls, i have no qualms with staying exactly where i am. well, number 1 only of course. it all goes down the drain right? right.
meanwhile, in edmonton, connie is plotting her escape from stupidville.
i must add however, that this applies only if showering at toronto home, not in london. i withhold my stream of justice here at western because the drain in our tub here is not exactly silky smooth.
drainage problems do not make for very...relieving circumstances.
suffice it to say, if water starts to collect and you've let yourself go...urine trouble.
har har.
but i digress. i got to thinking, do girls ever pee in the shower? is that even possible? i mean, the topic of standing female urination has been broached by me several times (and quickly dismissed), but in the shower, would it matter? i mean, you're gonna end up cleaning yourself anyways right?
i wonder.....
and for the record, i firmly believe that more people go in the shower than actually admit to it. what's the shame? i don't get it. release the burden on your soul and your bladder! come out of the shower-peeing (water) closet!
i like to think of it as....efficient time management.
for some reason i was feeling punny when writing this post.
no pun intended.
meanwhile, in edmonton, connie is plotting her escape from stupidville.
i must add however, that this applies only if showering at toronto home, not in london. i withhold my stream of justice here at western because the drain in our tub here is not exactly silky smooth.
drainage problems do not make for very...relieving circumstances.
suffice it to say, if water starts to collect and you've let yourself go...urine trouble.
har har.
but i digress. i got to thinking, do girls ever pee in the shower? is that even possible? i mean, the topic of standing female urination has been broached by me several times (and quickly dismissed), but in the shower, would it matter? i mean, you're gonna end up cleaning yourself anyways right?
i wonder.....
and for the record, i firmly believe that more people go in the shower than actually admit to it. what's the shame? i don't get it. release the burden on your soul and your bladder! come out of the shower-peeing (water) closet!
i like to think of it as....efficient time management.
for some reason i was feeling punny when writing this post.
no pun intended.
Feb 1, 2005
dun duuuuuuuun......dun duuuuuuuuun.
i've been feeling things slow down a bit lately. i know part of it is because i'm allowing it to happen, but sometime just feel kind of helpless to stop myself from being lazy. i have to start learning to pray harder and actually believe that it has nothing to do with my own ability to change -- because right now, i think that ability would be....non-existant.
on the bright side, i've been blessed with a small group that continue's to amaze me. getting to know the froshies has been pretty cool, and it's been encouraging to see some of the quieter ones start to come out of their shell. cranium late game comebacks make for pratical bonding.
and thanks dor for letting us borrow it btw!
in other news, i have officially cracked open text books for TWO subjects now. i'm waaay behind. but the books have been used.
baby steps. baby steps.
on the bright side, i've been blessed with a small group that continue's to amaze me. getting to know the froshies has been pretty cool, and it's been encouraging to see some of the quieter ones start to come out of their shell. cranium late game comebacks make for pratical bonding.
and thanks dor for letting us borrow it btw!
in other news, i have officially cracked open text books for TWO subjects now. i'm waaay behind. but the books have been used.
baby steps. baby steps.
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