technical difficulties
so. every time i find the will to play guitar + sing in front of lots of people -- therefore requiring microphones and pickups and other such nonsense -- something happens wherein i am unable to do the performance justice, i.e. forced to run the acoustic guitar through a bass amp, absentee mic stands, lack of personnel running proper sound mixes.
i'm thinking this is a sign. i guess i'll just stick to being unplugged.
lent
"it was pretty amusing to watch everyone come into the gym and start sweating off their ashes..."
- accidental observation by kt
email excerpt
i don't know when i became this person but it's starting to drive me crazy.
via howie day
i need somebody, not just anybody [help!]
you know i need someone
when i was younger so much younger than today
i never needed anybody's help in any way
but now these days are gone, i'm not so self-assured
now i find i've changed my mind, i've opened up the doors
help me if you can, i'm feeling down
and i do appreciate your being 'round
help me get my feet back on the ground
won't you please, please help me
and now my life has changed in oh so many ways
my independence seems to vanish in the haze
but every now and then i feel so insecure
i know that i just need you like i've never done before
help me if you can, i'm feeling down
and i do appreciate your being 'round
help me get my feet back on the ground
won't you please, please help me
when i was younger so much younger than today
i never needed anybody's help in any way
but now these days are gone, i'm not so self-assured
now i find i've changed my mind, i've opened up the doors
help me if you can, i'm feeling down
and i do appreciate your being 'round
help me get my feet back on the ground
won't you please, please help me
Words and music by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. Copyright © 1965 Sony/ATV Songs LLC.
note to self 2
overheard
"it probably tastes like that secretion."
"it's okay, you can touch my sandwich."
fun tonight [er.. yesterday?] with the crew at dave and buster's. feel free to add as memory [and discretion] permit...
extraordinary?
i can sum up the vast majority of this book in one word: UNSUBSTANTIATED. as far as geographical and archaeological facts, and church ritual and history, i have no disputes. however, in my opinion, the remainder of the book [i.e. THE TOPIC] is by and large a fanciful extrapolation of what macarthur THINKS and ASSUMES what these extraordinary women SHOULD be. macarthur has extracted the biblical accounts of these twelve women and created twelve chapters of fabricated nonsense, with no citations, no research, no evidence, and nothing remotely resembling a concrete reason for his blatant assumptions. he has attempted to fit these beautiful women into a box that exists only in his own mind.
macarthur takes away the respect and the power and the beauty of these women, and leaves the reader with nothing but a superficial shell of these heroes of the faith. you get the feeling he is writing [and i use that term loosely] with either an air of contempt that God would dare use the "weaker sex" in his kingdom; or with a condescending pat on the head to women everywhere, a sort of "there, there, now, isn't this a nice little book for you girls? now go off and play in the kitchen" air.
and the writing. OH, THE WRITING. the editors, the publishers, the typists, the people in the mailroom, EVERYONE was sleeping on this one. i lost count of the times the words "of course," "obviously," "naturally," and all derivatives thereof were used before i finished the first chapter. grown adults writing publishable material should not have to rely on such sad measures to prove their points.
obviously.
this book is a disservice to women, to the Church, to Christendom. the only positive comment i have about this horrific piece of writing is that it certainly creates discussion for our women's small group.
inspire me
my flickr site needs an update. someone give me a photo shoot theme...
turns and toilets
two unrelated thoughts [you were worried, i know]:
when you are at a stoplight and you get a green arrow, PAY ATTENTION AND GO. the mere existence of the green arrow should imply, Hey! This intersection and traffic flow are busy enough to necessitate a green arrow! I should take advantage of it! trust me, the twelve cars behind you trying to get to work will thank you. instead of swearing at you.
when either you or i are in a bathroom stall at work, really, don't strike up a conversation with me. i find it weird.