I've got it! Woohoo! My new G4 has arrived and I am psyched!



Ok, I'm better now...I can't wait to give the thing a good first run. I want to run to the local coffeehouse and give it a go.



I'll probably do that later on in the evening.



Early this morning I was awakened by the sound of annoying sirens. At first my brain didn't compute that it was a warning, but eventually I got there. I got up and listened a bit. Lo and behold they were Tornado warning sirens. So, I got up and of course, went outside to look. It seemed fine, so I went back inside to turn the TV on to get a scoop of the local weather. It's 4 in the morning and I'm watching the weather. I'm crazy. I live on the second floor, and our complex doesn't have any basement, so I really wasn't sure if I should go anywhere, so I stayed put on the couch. The wind was roaring in our fireplace and the TV news guy was going on and on about storms and their tails. I listened intently for about 5 minutes before I had to go back outside and check again. This time it was downpouring and I received a wonderful wet storm kiss as I walked outside in my PJ's. The wind was so strong it almost ripped the door from my hands. I shut the door and walked to the landing on the stairs. The weather, I have to say, was beautiful. I went back inside, gave the weather guy one more go, and then I decided that the threat had passed and went back to bed. All in all the little detour in my sleep only lasted about a half hour. I'll have to get that half hour back tonight.



It didn't help that I woke up thinking that it was Friday. What a cruel joke my mind played on me. I still have 2 days to go before the weekend....or more importantly, First Friday Art walk. I'm pretty stoked to go and walk around with all of the sights and people and food and smells. My favorite thing to do is find the music downtown. All of the "local talent" that stake their meager spaces on the sidewalk and serenade the city with their bluegrass, rock, or just some simple congas and a guitar played by a few shoeless hippies that do what they love and love what they do. What a carefree life.

I hope it doesn't rain..



I think that Jesus would have hung out with the flappers in the 20's, the rock'n'rollers of the 50's, the beats of the 60's, the hippies of the 70's, the punks of the 80's and the grunge of the 90's. He would have been their friend without judgement, yet a leader with a following. He wouldn't have embraced their ideals, he would have led them to the right ones.
What a guy.

We all live in a Yellow Submarine

So, last night I took Judith out for dinner to Planet Sub. If anyone reading this lives by me, you must make your little way to this college campus treat. I had the "Super Hero"...yum! All of their bread is baked fresh from scratch every morning! Scrumptious wheat bread that is then piled with meat on the top, then cheese, and all of the veggies after it's been baked in their ovens. Let me tell you, this is the way to eat a sub sandwich. Subway has nothing on their technique...This is what my sub has on it, (-the onions, + black olives and yellow mustard)

SUPER HERO:
Salami, Pepperoni, Spicy Capicola, Provolone, Onions,
Lettuce, Banana Peppers, Oil & Vinegar

After gorging on the sub, we headed over to Walmart, where I bought a combo movie pack of Benny and Joon (woot woot) and Edward Scissorshands and other of lifes little necessities. I took Judith back to the home and spent the rest of the night doing minute, meaningless things! What a great night.

I'm going to buy a laptop! Wahoo, I'm so excited. I've finally saved and scraped enough to buy one, and will be doing so as soon as my check is deposited. I'm so excited! *claps hands giddily*

I had a great "convo" last night, but I'll post about it later today.

Juice sucking vacuum

Do I put myself in a creative juice sucking vacuum? I believe
I am a bit backwards, skewed, or whatever you wanna
call it.
My life consists of a computer and a desk for half the day,
eating boring food (for the most part) and then going out
to try to escape the insane and overpowering nothingness of home
or
staying at the afore mentioned home bored witless, so then I sleep.
And sleep some more.

Why do I not create? Why is every waking moment spent in duldrums
when it could be used to paint, sculpt, love, explore, move, and believe.
Maybe that part of me is dying...yet I feel its fierce teeth sinking in
to my heart. I yearn to have a place I can go to
where it is a complete mess and beauty abounds
amidst the crap.

I want a studio or place to throw all of my stuff in plain sight so
that I will remember that I can use it.
What are crayons, paints, paper, yarn, pens, wire, cloth, and so on
good for if I never use them?
It's a great way to clutter a room, but that's not what I paid
good money for. I want art.
Plain and simple.

Art
is not just
something that I
want to do.
It's something that
I want to consume me.

Wouldn't that be beautiful?

Invisible Children

Check this out people.

www.invisiblechildren.com

It is one mini land.

هو عالم صغيرة
C'est un petit monde
Es ist eine kleine Welt
작은 세계이다
Het is een kleine wereld
Det är en liten värld
それは小さい世界である
Es un mundo pequeño
它是一個小世界
È un piccolo mondo
É um mundo pequeno
Είναι ένας μικρός κόσμος

It's a small world.

'nuff said.

nomanisanisland

Wouldn't it be interesting if we were though? no societal pressures to be someone you're not. no disappointment in anyone but yourself....although looking at it that way, i have more that enough disappointment for just me, not to mention the world.

how does an island feel?
Does it even feel lonely? Has it ever felt the warmth of touching other land?
Does it long for the embrace of it's long lost continent?

Or is it blissfully unaware of the struggles far away?
does it go about it's days happy to just be itself?

sometimes i would like to be an island.

God loves sinners.

Think about it. God lets each and every one of us be birthed into a world that we start off marred and full of sin. Loves us from the beginning. All of our lives, His love for us never grows or ebbs. Always full, no matter what we do. So, when God decided to kill entire people groups of old...did He kill out of love? He is love, so all He does must be love. Turning a woman into a pillar of salt is love. Wiping out a dictator: love. Flooding the earth: love.

How can we understand this love? Is this how we are supposed to be like God? Can we ever fully know what it is that we need to be?

Why does He work like this?