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Wait, there’s more. . .

Ok, I’ve got a few things for you.

1) I heard the funniest thing today: So there was this guy (it’s good already, isn’t it) sitting on a bench (see previous post). And this guy was not moving. He was just sitting there, doing nothing, just sitting. Not even moving. So some people were on vacation and walked by the guy on their way to the beach in the morning and then walked back past the guy on their way back to the condo and then walked past the guy again on their way to dinner. Finally on the way back from dinner the woman couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped to ask the guy what was up; are you ok?

So she says:” Sir, you’ve been sitting here all day. We’ve walked past you several times today and you haven’t moved. Are you ok? Can we do anything for you?”

And the guy says:”Ma’am, I am a firm beliver in reincarnation and I have lived many lives before this one. As well, I have worked very hard in my lives.”

So the woman says:”And so you are meditating or breathing in the karma/dogma/qui of the world?”

The man:”No. It’s just come to this. . .I have decided to sit this one out.”

Ok, maybe you had to be there but, I found it very amusing!

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It’s a headache that’s got you.

So working has it’s ups and downs. For example, currently it is 4 in the morning. No, I am not working but I am awake. I have taken to falling asleep around 9:30 at night.

Now, in theory that would be a good thing, except if either of the children wakes me up, say around 3 in the morning, the chances of getting back to sleep are slim. Very slim.

But there are good things to working (3 full days a week). I get a welcome reprieve from my children’s very insistent voices (which I’m sure no one else can understand) and I actually get to listen to grown up music. No more Veggie Tales for me. It’s the BBC, NPR and INXS all the way!

Anyway, I’ve got a quote for you.

“I’ve always loved benches. They’re the image of a withdrawl, the seat of a contemplative distance, a peacful marginality at the edge of the world. They represent a privileged observation point, a disengagement off the beaten path for those who know how to pause there. I’ve spent many an hour on benches taking stock of the world. Some of them are marvelous, unexpected, outlandish, and each site is a revelation. Someone sitting on a bench is detached from reality, or no longer belongs to it. This simply seat confers upon the sitter the status of poet, and lends a certain breadth of vision. If ther is one place that ought to lie beyond the bounds of torment, it is the bench.”

That is from a book called Happy Days by Laurent Graff. I can’t really recommend it as I didn’t love the whole book, but that quote transported me when I read it.

I have the beginnings of a garden in my yard and I can fully and clearly imagine the experience of coming upon a bench placed just for contemplation and observation;a bench set neatly apart. Now our yard is tiny but I can design a space that is “off the beaten path” and self-contained in its purpose.

I like the concept of a bench being a sort of off-ramp for general exsistence. My life can be like a whirlwind. Yours too, I’m sure.

In these next months I have to navigate through some sucking waters and I am going to need benches along the way in order to reorient myself. I think that in the whirlwind of the last 2 years or so I never once sat down.

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Uhh. . .

Ok, guys, it’s been pretty busy around here. I’ve been working three days a week and Momming in my spare time. HA!

Anyway, work is going well. It’s hard to do something different that I really don’t know much about. But. . .

I saw the new Spiderman the other day. It’s a great movie. I’m tired. Can you tell?

I’ll do better next time.

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Goodbye, everyone.

So half the world is taking off for High School Leadership Training this week. That puts a serious cramp in play dates and meals (taken at other peoples houses, of course).

I’m not pleased.

Oh, of course, everyone(Heikki’s, Price’s, Nicole, Katie, Eric, etc.) will be missed and all that jazz, but did no one take thought for my plight? The “D” day just came so suddenly.

Ah, well.

Go ahead all. Save the world. One young mind at a time.

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Moving on up. . .

So, guys, what do you think? I’m thinking of divesting. I have this (and I already see the irony) spot free on blogger that is mine. . .all mine. . .Moohahahaha! and so I thought I might move. You know give Davin back his spot. regain some personal identity. No. never mind. don’t need that.

anyway, many of you know that I find blogger and Xanga and others to be frustratingly overcomplicated and sorta proprietary. So why move, you ask? Well, thank you Jeeves, it’s a good question. I think I might like the solitude. I don’t know. It would definitely be a different kind of thing than this. More personal maybe. More contemplative perhaps. maybe even more, can we say, interesting. Who knows?

What do you think? “A New Place?”

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If I had a hammer. . .

So I visited my first chat room. a Christian chatroom. And guess what. . .

I got blasted out of the water. really. I have never been so completely insulted in working memory. they threw scritpture at me and told me I was shameful.

I can’t describe how that feels. I have heard unbelivers talk about these experiences but never had to go through one myself. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. I’m shaking.

It’s like a last resort, you know, and to have it go so very wrong and badly. . . Wow. Blasted out of the water. and then they went on talking about so and so’s dress today. I wish I could express. . . .

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Weary, weary

So, I’m pretty tired. In general. I mean, maybe it’s just me (but you’re reading this so deal with it) but I find it hard/difficult/tiring to be alive some days. The really difficult part is knowing how much to give of yourself and to what end.

Noel talked about this once at church ( I don’t know if it is on the site anywhere). There’s the opening up with friends about the buffetting (that’s a bible word) of life and there’s the falling prey to the gossip chain and “airing your dirty laundry.” But I think that negotiating the narrow line can be arduous work.

I’ve come to the realization that the Psalm “I look to the hills and where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord. . .” (Ok, that’s how the song goes, but I know it’s in there. I’ve seen it. Somewhere) is desperately true. My help will have to come from the Lord, but why, oh why, is he so stinking patient.

So I get a little frustrated with talking to people. The whole transparancy thing does not actually come very naturally to me, though I imagine more is seeable (it’s a word) than I think.

The long-awaited point is: it gets tiring showing one face and hiding another. I think, first out of fear and lastly out of resignation.

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“I don’t know how this is going to end. . .”

So, I finally finished the Matrix again. It’s hard with the children. And I think DVD’s are actually not as convienent as VHS for stopping and starting.

Anyway, I still can’t get what is so motivating/compelling about this film. Could it be as visceral as the music (Rage Against the Machine could move anyone)? or is there some underlying theme that I’m not paying attention to, being wholly bedazzled by the awesome story and effects.

What do you think?

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No man is an island. . .

OK, so my computer has developed a weird aversion to Blogspot websites. i was trying to comment on Suzanne’s site about Dan’s talk today (She said: “that man never ceases to amaze me.” and I wanted to say, “He apparently amazes many people. When Dan said he had a wife the people sitting in front of me looked at each other in disbelief and set to discussing his age.”) but i cannot get my safari to open her comment page. It balks on all the Blogger blogs but after a few tries the call usually goes through.

I thought at first it was my ethernet cord, which, with 2 children and a laptop, takes quite a beating. But then i noticed that i never have trouble getting to any other blog or site unless it’s on blogger.

Many people are on blogger.

I am loathe to return to the land of IE (internet explorer) and I can’t imagine why safari would do this to me. Wasn’t OSX supposed to end all my computer woes and lead me to the promised land? Free Me, NEO!

Anyway, I got a new job and maybe i’ll get an airport card and then life will be good again. Right?

right?

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I’m sooo close to the edge. . .

So, I took this quiz for kicks and I find the results a little frightening in its accuracy. What do you think?

You are an SRDF–Sober Rational Destructive Follower. (I’m a little unnerved by the destructive tag) This makes you a font of knowledge. You are cool, analytical, intelligent and completely unfunny. Sometimes you slice through conversation with a cutting observation that causes silence and sidelong glances. You make a strong and lasting impression on everyone you meet, the quality of which depends more on their personality than yours.

You may feel persecuted, as you can become a target for fun. Still, you are focused enough on your work and secure enough in your abilities not to worry overly.

You are productive and invaluable to those you work for. You are loyal, steadfast, and conscientious. Your grooming is impeccable. You are in good shape.

You are kind of a tool, but you get things done. You are probably a week away from snapping.

The really scary part is that if this is “right” about me what does that say about the rest of you?