tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252156132011-12-14T20:48:44.453-06:00grasshoppernoreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-3624238383671174792007-11-17T00:20:00.000-06:002007-11-17T00:51:28.914-06:00

Friday morning, early enough to feel like death walking, before the pre-weekend giddy set in, I was pushing buttons on the hydraulic lathe when my coworker and nerdy friend came up to me."I think we're gonna hafta start sneaking around more."I had to think for a moment before I knew what he was talking about, "yeah, but it's hard to sneak in a dungeon.""That's true, but we don't have to smash

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A couple things....I went to meditation group on wednesday, feeling so tired and worn down that I knew I needed to make myself relax. I hadn't slept through an entire night all that week, for various reasons. The meditation on Wednesday is 45 minutes, which is long for someone like me who seldom meditates, and then for maybe 20 minutes at a shot. I think that for most of it, I was on the very

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-37835553064288806812007-10-26T20:54:00.001-06:002007-10-26T21:46:10.779-06:00

It's funny how we delude ourselves, how we are able to pour ourselves into the moulds we believe are necessary. All that time in the church, I always knew I didn't belong. Something wasn't right.I battled it out. I nurtured an interest in music. It is after all the acceptable way to worship God. I learned to play guitar, even wrote a couple songs. I truly believed that music was my thing.

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Well..... I think I'm back.It's hard to say for sure. I'm forcing myself to sit down and write, because I feel that I need to, yet I'm not sure if I have anything to say. I took a holiday, as I said before, from just about everything, and that largely included thinking about much of anything.As is apparent from a few posts down, my family has gone through something of a crisis, which has

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Looks like I just took a little holiday from blogging. For those of you who check, I'm very sorry. It's been a busy summer, and quite honestly, I've been taking a nice little holiday from dealing with my shit or even thinking in general. I fully intend to hop back on the wagon very soon. Maybe tomorrow even. Maybe even later on tonight. Just not now. I have a huge bowl of popcorn to eat

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-18167218476060332982007-06-10T10:03:00.000-06:002007-06-10T10:04:16.503-06:00

parkour and black dudes.

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Back when I was immersed in fundamentalist culture, people used to tell me that my purpose in life was to worship God. That is to say, all humans everywhere were created with that one purpose in mind, to worship and give glory to God. You can imagine the thoughts in the back of my head, the ones I dared not give voice to, the ones I told to shut up for so many years. They wanted to know how

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-33717167741202720532007-05-15T22:25:00.000-06:002007-05-15T22:45:59.913-06:00

Sorry I've been gone so long..... the implosion back home has been running it's course, and the proverbial shit hath hitteth yon fan, if you know what I mean. In an epic sort of way.There really isn't much that I feel would be appropriate to share here. I've been more or less stuck inside my head for the last couple days and I think I've formulated some coherent thoughts, but I'm not really

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-58923655687415570952007-04-26T20:36:00.000-06:002007-04-26T21:34:32.175-06:00

Word from the home front is that my family is imploding.Well, not my whole family, just the half who have chosen implosion. Their hapless children are caught in the crossfire and I'm feeling it again, that codependent saviour complex which I enthusiastically blame on my position as the eldest child.I would love to see a psychological case study of my dad and stepmom. I would love to see a

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-77524664958925459092007-04-25T20:26:00.000-06:002007-04-25T20:43:55.170-06:00

Wow, every time I turn around a week has gone by. I really intended to update on saturday I think, but it seems like whenever I sit down to write, I can't really gather my thoughts.I am attempting to purchase a book online called Ninpo: Wisdom for Life. It's about the driving philosophy behind ninjutsu written by the current grandmaster. I'm hoping to have it in my paws by June, so I can read

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-75996397522412700672007-04-18T19:54:00.000-06:002007-04-18T20:25:02.523-06:00

I feel a little guilty for having such an awesome workout on a day when I went home from work sick. What can I say? A soft couch and a cup of tea have healing powers that tylenol will never harness.I can see that my main obstacle in training for parkour is going to be working around all the kids who wanna be able to do what I do. It's very cute, but also carries some responsibility and also

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-52854517021949782612007-04-15T07:22:00.000-06:002007-04-15T07:49:23.610-06:00

wow, it's sunday already, again!!Last sunday was good. I really enjoyed the service at the unitarian church. I learned about the legend behind the easter bunny, and the phoenix, and we did a meditative exercise and then had potluck, which is of course a fantastic opportunity to conversationalize with new people. The woman who did the presentation is mennonite, and has family from my hometown,

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Easter Sunday and I can't decide what to do with it.The obvious thing would be to go to church. But I'm a little curious about the how the UU church celebrates Easter...... And I've still got a lot to do around the house before Monday comes around to slaughter me. Every day I resolved to get stuff done, other things came up that seemed so much more relaxing.... it is, after all, a long weekend

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Faith: Good thing we're hot chicks with superpowers.Buffy: Takes the edge off.

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There's a tunnel, and it goes backwards.I've been told to walk through the tunnel, and to enter the field that I will find at the end. The tunnel is dark, and warm and dry, and there's a light at the end that grows as I walk forward down the backward leading tunnel. I step out into a sunny day, and the field is there. It looks familiar. The grass is high and spotted with wild flowers, and

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-68517160306674158652007-03-18T09:31:00.000-06:002007-03-18T10:21:31.227-06:00

I woke up still thinking about fear. Not being afraid, mind you. Just contemplating the nature of fear and digging deeper, trying to see how far that root goes. It goes pretty deep.Puja, the younger of my two dogs, is a pretty good example of a fearful creature. I picked her up at the pound at 8 weeks. Due to their quarantine practices, she had been there for two weeks already. This means

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Today I actually want to say something, but can't come up with anything. I know that I need to spend some serious time in contemplation this weekend, because I'm feeling totally drained in a spiritual sense, though I'm in a pretty good mood. My plan is to get my stuff done earlier today so that I can do some quiet time later on. I think I'm going out tonight but I don't know when. I want to

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-68000850840740578212007-03-12T22:32:00.000-06:002007-03-12T22:35:41.894-06:00

I am very happy with my latest quiz result: You scored as Buffy Summers. You are a very strong individual. You do, however, have some trouble admitting how you truly feel. You've experienced a lot during your life, but you more than manage. Always willing to help, you're a great friend.Buffy Summers75%Xander Harris67%Anya58%Rupert Giles54%Dawn Summers50%Spike50%Tara Maclay46%Willow Rosenberg38%

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It's taking a while, but I'm slowly pulling out of the foul disposition I've been in. I think I've emerged from a rather brutal intersection, somewhat reminiscent of Winnipeg's Confusion Corner. Just too many unpleasantries coming at me all at once from every direction. Today I remembered that wonderful trick for getting stuff out of my system, which only works in winter...... Digging. Or at

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-6922122145174532342007-03-04T16:07:00.000-06:002007-03-04T16:08:12.386-06:00

Sorry guys..... I've been preoccupied. In case I haven't mentioned it, I at times border on the obsessive compulsive..... and I am currently compulsively obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, among other things. I haven't really had anything to say, except to comment on the grave injustices of sunnydale, and the anomalous personalities of various vampires. Also, I've been battling a hormonal

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-50717502711068855922007-02-12T18:17:00.000-06:002007-02-12T10:00:09.122-06:00

Women of salt and earth they tell the same storyThey saw you walking wounded, wearing rags of gloryAnd when you rejoiced, they saw you smiling at your rejoicin'And when you wept they saw you smiling at your weepin'And when you smiled they saw you smiling at your smilin'You said, 'thats the way I survive these years of dust and blood'\Johnny Clegg, "Rolling Ocean"

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Tonight I feel like saying something, but I'm not sure what. It's 1:22 am, and I should be in bed. That is, if I intend to go to church in the morning..... and I'm not sure that I do. For whatever reason, I'm reluctant to call it a night. I feel compelled to type. I've been working on a rather extended meditative exercise for a few days now. Generally, I have trouble with making myself

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-41877753238543663672007-02-06T20:54:00.000-06:002007-02-06T21:12:03.876-06:00

Well, I started ninja school last night, and it was awesome.You know it's funny how a little physical jarring can do a lot to wake you up on a completely different level. I mean, when you constantly move and interact well within your known physical limits, it's easy to feel only one tiny step away from being asleep. But there's this whole other feeling.... like when you tumble down a

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-24911255622919327142007-01-30T18:51:00.000-06:002007-01-30T19:16:47.712-06:00

Let me just say, ew, the new blogger is uuuuuugly and I feel violated at being forced to create a google account. Google practically runs the planet by now. Internet capitalism..... I guess I shouldn't be surprised.Today I decided that I want to be a ninja. Whether this is an option or not remains to be seen. I shall contact the local dojo and see what the scoop is.My car was a "best case

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1170123120787199782007-01-29T20:12:00.000-06:002007-01-29T20:12:00.793-06:00

Mr. Deity and Lucifer

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Mr. Deity Episode 4: Mr. Deity and the Messages

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Mr. Deity Episode 3: Mr. Deity and The Light

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Mr. Deity Episode 2: Mr. Deity and the Really Big Favor

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Mr. Deity Episode 1: Mr. Deity and the Evil

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I've had a really bad day. My car is leaking antifreeze and my dog is pooing blood.So, I spent the day stressing and trying to figure out what to do with my car, and the evening at the vet. By the time this week is done I expect my savings to be pretty much back at square one. It might put a cramp in my california plans, which I have been really looking forward to. Grrr.....It's funny where

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1168558232520383692007-01-11T17:30:00.000-06:002007-01-11T17:30:32.540-06:00

Sin Today, Repent Tomorrownyuk nyuk

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cabin feverI fixed the video and am happy to re-present it. this is for you auntie wanda.

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God, Inc - Episode 1i think i'm gonna like this series

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Growing up in sunday school, the bible was often compared to a recipe book. Supposedly, if you follow a recipe, your food should turn out just right. Similarly, if you follow the bible, your life should be pretty good too. Now, I've never been a fan of the cooking, or the baking, or basically any activity that takes place in a kitchen. So, whether this dubious analogy was accurate or not

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I can only assume that they found out season three was cancelled AFTER they had already aired the finale to season two. That is the only logical reason for such an unfair cliffhanger.So, other than my initial rage at being dumped just as Wentworth Miller showed up, I am pleased with the content of Joan of Arcadia's second and final season. It has had it's usual effect on me, motivating me to

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"In 2005, 94 per cent of all known executions took place in China, Iran, Saudi Arabia and the USA."I understand that the issue is a complex one, but while reading about Saddam's recent misfortune, I noticed the United States doesn't seem to fit in with the list of other countries who execute their criminals. While other countries like Britain, Australia, and Russia (canada has been strangely

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1167361737032416222006-12-28T21:08:00.000-06:002006-12-28T21:08:57.156-06:00

Parkour CommercialHere's a little bit of parkour, and a little bit of escaping the family.... the only two things on my mind right now. It's actually a commercial from one of those european countries with the gutteral hawking gagging spitting languages.... not sure which one. Enjoy.

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So.... Christmas.Thank God it's over, right? I mean, I hate Christmas so much less than I used to, but my tolerance is still astoundingly low. This year, Abu and I ran out of juice at about the same time. My sister and I had an unpleasant argument shortly before Abu and my dad's dog, Rocky, had a fight. When she'd gotten over her limp, she growled at my little brother, whereupon she learned

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1166672790808184112006-12-20T21:39:00.000-06:002006-12-20T21:46:30.826-06:00

you know how, near the end of "donnie darko" donnie is just sitting on his bed laughing to himself?well, I keep catching myself doing that. Just constantly cracking up at the playback inside my brain. I wonder, is that good or bad?

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Family Surival Kit

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Well, here I am, preparing for another christmas season.....I'm leaving this city on friday afternoon, and everybody wants a piece of me before I go..... the chiropractor, the homeopathic doctor, the little green men..... you name it, I've I got 'em booked. Every day this week is rush rush rush and the dogs are getting irate. I'm ultra tired, I'm broke (post christmas shopping) and I've

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1166498039339581392006-12-18T21:13:00.000-06:002006-12-18T21:14:00.020-06:00

Night Of The Ninjaseriously, who has time to write? I wanna be a ninja.

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dogpark starring abu

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well, my isp has been screwing me around for about a week.... the good news is that I had a lot of time to fart around with some videos and re-realized how much fun that is. I've finished my dogpark video and I'm working on putting something together with my too cute little brother. Also, I've developed an interest in parkour, which will require me to get into shape, which is a good

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1166226533248810862006-12-15T17:48:00.000-06:002006-12-15T17:48:54.396-06:00

The Coolest 8 Year Old In The World Talks About O'Reilly

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Ikwunga -I'm hooked on youtube now, getting my fix of africa. I actually found footage of the refugee camp where my friend chris currently lives. I'll post that tomorrow. For now, enjoy the vid, I'm deathly ill and I need to rest before work tomorrow.

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Everybody please welcome Bashir to the family. He is a Crowntail Betta, and I have only come across one store that sells them, though there may be many. He's only been with us for two days, but already he has blossomed from the drab little specimen-in-a-cup that I brought him home as. He loves his fake plant, is not a big fan of the teapot, and prefers the filter not to be running, though

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1165042894440307582006-12-02T00:46:00.000-06:002006-12-02T01:01:34.456-06:00

I think that what's happening is that I'm slowing down. For a while I was just absorbing too much, too fast, deconstructing faster than I could digest. I think that I have some ideas about God and the universe and I'm just letting them affect me as I live my life.... does that make sense? Having grown up in the works based atmosphere that I did, it's hard for me to accept "being" as an

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1164944675482191072006-11-30T20:18:00.000-06:002006-11-30T21:48:02.326-06:00

It's been snowing here for about three days now. Every time I let the dogs in from the back yard, their black fur is covered in white snow. Something about it makes me giggle like a little girl.... it's irrepressible. I don't know why. I'm not prone to giggling, but their frosted little lashes, fluffy white coats.... It never gets old. I laugh every time.It used to seem like Abu was the

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I've been mulling it over for a while, and this weekend I started working a new writing project. It's a completely new idea for me, very unstructured and somewhat therapeutic. I've committed to not rushing or forcing it, and I've found that lately I really want to work on it. I keep opening the file and wanting to do something with it, but I've told myself to wait. Instead of writing drivel

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WHAT A WEEK!!I've gotta say, I am so tired of being in a hurry all the time. The few hours of relaxing when I get home don't seem to make up for the ten hours of panic at work. I try meditating, but the dogs make that very difficult. They, after all, have been sleeping all day, and when I get home they want to play. I can't blame them. By the time they've settled down, I can' close my eyes

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1164253855952046502006-11-22T21:44:00.000-06:002006-11-22T21:52:50.670-06:00

Most of you don't know this about me, but I have an obsessive streak in me, and it usually targets individuals. These days it's natalie portman. Her and I are friends, she just doesn't know it yet. The same is the case with Ani Difranco, and she would know if only she had been able to hear me at her concert, "I'm right here, Ani, let's do coffee after the show."As I've said previously, I

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To be perfectly honest, I just haven't felt like posting lately. I've been exhausted, and all I want to do is watch movies. Work has been crazy. The insanity begins the moment I walk in the door and I'm running for ten hours with precious little reprieve. By the time the dogs and I get home from the park I'm pretty much wiped. I haven't been thinking about much aside from what on earth I'm

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1163894203623055862006-11-18T17:28:00.000-06:002006-11-18T17:56:43.636-06:00

I just finished watching V for Vendetta and I have to say, I greatly enjoyed it.First of all, I have to say that I'm thoroughly impressed by natalie portman's ability to be not-natalie-portman, if you know what I mean. Also, she wasn't "garden state" and she wasn't "closer" or "where the heart is" or even "queen amidala." After a while even the most talented actress begins to seem like the

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The good news is that I think I've come to a couple of conclusions.A)The only version of christianity that I could possibly subscribe to is the universal reconciliation version. So I guess I'm still a heretic, but I'm on the team.B)Prayer is something real and important because I FEEL it is, though I lack any logical explanation. This doesn't mean I automatically have faith for prayers to be

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1163306727539865782006-11-11T22:18:00.000-06:002006-11-11T22:45:27.680-06:00

The thing about no longer having TV is that you don't find out about stuff. Important things like new movies, new pop stars, new reality tv shows.... and less important stuff, like elections, ecological disasters, wars, and evangelical upsets.I mean, I finally get back online, and I'm reading about Ted Haggard. I'm thinking to myself, who the hell is ted haggard? Everyone else in the world

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1163271944707481412006-11-11T13:04:00.000-06:002006-11-11T13:05:44.740-06:00

so.... my computer died last weekend, and only yesterday did I get 'er up and running again.... and now I'm hooked on Final Fantasy X-2 so at this moment I have nothing to say.... I just wanted to break the silence. I'll be back later.

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I was at a club. That's how I knew it was a dream.I was leaving with a friend. she had decided to catch a ride home with a complete stranger, a guy with icy cold eyes. I found her in his van, waiting for me. When she explained to me that we were catching a ride home with him, I responded, "hell, no!" I explained that it was not safe to go for a ride in a strange man's car. Secondly, I had a

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1162440348448263122006-11-01T21:50:00.000-06:002006-11-01T22:05:48.483-06:00

God seems like a forest to me, and religion seems like cities.God is a great big wilderness spinning in space, and in places here and there settlements scar His face, and they have turned Him into real estate and put Him up for sale.It's funny... the times I'm surest that God is speaking to me about anything, it is through trees or rivers or dogs. Sometimes I resolve to hear God speak to me

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1162354573587610962006-10-31T21:59:00.000-06:002006-10-31T22:16:49.136-06:00

Probably my favorite part of "The Matrix" is just after Neo comes back to life. The agents start shooting at him, and he just holds out his hand and says, "no." As though this whole fiasco was just about setting boundaries.I have to watch the matrix every once in a while, and halloween night is as good a time as any. I like it because it sparks my imagination and appeals to my subversive

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1162178177083106762006-10-29T21:13:00.000-06:002006-10-29T21:16:17.103-06:00

I have been spending too much time in my head, and not enough time in my heart. I will spend the week attempting to rectify the situation.

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This morning I went to hang out with the unitarians. There was a cute boy there, but my social meanderings didn't bring me across his path. It's just as well. I do so hate disappointment.....The unitarians were celebrating All Saints Day by remembering and sharing stories about loved ones who have passed on, people who have had a significant influence in their lives. It was lovely, really.

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One of the humans at the dogpark was telling me about his visit to the home of a "very religious family." So religious that he was warned ahead of time not to say the words, fuck, shit, ass, or any of the wonderful verbal expressions of our culture. The religious people would be offended.So he goes in and behaves himself very well, only to find that he is in the home of the most obnoxiously

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1161531651067980672006-10-22T08:54:00.000-06:002006-10-22T10:11:40.200-06:00

I find it suspicious that a book written by Moses would claim that the jewish people are the chosen people of God. I sometimes wonder if it was a claim designed to inspire the people with a sense of pride and dignity after all those years in slavery. I wonder if in the reality that includes gravity God really loves those people any more than any other people. Sometimes I think that the Old

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1161396911620733232006-10-20T20:14:00.000-06:002006-10-20T20:15:11.633-06:00

Funny entry, courtesy of monastic mumblings.

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1161317638100282852006-10-19T21:53:00.000-06:002006-10-19T22:13:58.126-06:00

I had an interesting talk on msn today with an individual who contends that what a person believes to be true is indeed true for that person.I have to say, this makes no logical sense to me.All of humanity observes certain physical laws that govern our universe, and an observant person can also observe spiritual patterns that affect how humans interact. An example would be gravity. it is

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1161230310783348912006-10-18T21:33:00.000-06:002006-10-18T22:02:43.090-06:00

I don't have anything new to say. My brain has been slowly and methodically chugging away at all the fresh information and angles..... I think it's important to stop and allow ideas to soak into my psyche, allow them to change me and offer their own applications.After all, if it doesn't somehow alter or improve my experience, it's only information.One thing that I don't want to do is be angry or

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1160970444252040982006-10-15T21:46:00.000-06:002006-10-15T21:47:24.266-06:00

Don't mince words, mr. president.

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When my parents came to visit a couple weeks ago, they brought a box of my old things, including my high school yearbooks. Flipping through them has put me in a somber state of mind. I'm not exactly sure why.It's funny that I was always wearing camouflage, because it seemed that I was truly invisible. Now that I think back, I realize it's not true. It is true that I've always had an ability

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1160847101918990692006-10-14T11:30:00.000-06:002006-10-14T11:31:41.933-06:00

My niece is soooooo cute. Admit it.

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walking is good for you

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I have been gradually bringing a little balance to my previous post regarding God's control over the world, or rather, lack thereof. It would be easy to take that idea and run myself into a cesspool of despair and anxiety. Indeed, there was a time when that would have been exactly what I'd do. But these days my trust in the divine is tempered with a healthy dose of personal responsibility.This

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In context of my changing worldview, I am hardpressed to find any sort of place for prayer. If I ever thought I understood prayer to any degree, it would be safe to say that I now understand it a great deal less.Growing up, prayer was a lot about words. "Dear Lord Jesus.... so on an so forth, ratatatat, yada yada yada....." the idea was to be eloquent as you covered all the bases. Give thanks

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1160529878103445892006-10-10T19:23:00.000-06:002006-10-10T19:24:38.103-06:00

Go visit melting paradigms and watch a very funny video.

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1160452610773222702006-10-09T21:41:00.000-06:002006-10-09T21:56:50.786-06:00

It's common knowledge that we can't change the reality of something like.... say.... gravity by simply believing that it doesn't exist.Why then did it ever seem logical to me that by believing in a certain belief set I could alter the state of my soul?

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1160106227098563562006-10-05T21:41:00.000-06:002006-10-05T21:43:47.110-06:00

The Gospel of Thomas:For God's kingdom dwells in your heart and all around you; when you know your Self, you too shall be known.You'll be aware that you're the sons and daughters of our living Father. But if you fail to know your own Self you're in hardship, and are that hardship.

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1159931510974511732006-10-03T20:59:00.000-06:002006-10-03T21:11:51.043-06:00

Pop Occulture has a very interesting post about universalism and the role of satan. The comments are equally interesting. I plan to do some reading on the subject in the next little while. I think a trip to the book store is way overdue.Anyways, I know a fair number of you are universal reconciliation subscribers and I'm curious as to your thoughts on satan and hell and demons and all that

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Riding in the back of my parents' van yesterday evening gave me the rare opportunity to lose myself in the sky as we drove. I used to love doing just this, but these days I am always the driver.The sky is a magnificent thing, regardless of the weather. Pondering that fantastic dome, the atmosphere, the color, watching the wind move the clouds..... something about it. On the one hand it looks

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1159680198687759732006-09-30T22:52:00.000-06:002006-09-30T23:29:32.610-06:00

My parents are in town for the weekend, and so far so good.I had lent my stepfather one of my copies of "Velvet Elvis" by Rob Bell, and rather than read it through he found a couple online articles to put the book down at every turn. I read the articles, at least most of them, and I find them to be without merit..... certainly perfectly justified according to orthodox christian doctrine, but

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Your Personality ProfileYou are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth.While you may not be a total hippie...You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around.You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure.However, you do put some thought behind all your actions.Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time!The World's Shortest Personality TestIn a Past Life...

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I'm having trouble organizing my thoughts, so I thought I'd quote a little food for thought from Donald Miller's "Through Painted Deserts."He simply creates light, a nonsubstance that is like a particle and like a wave, but perhaps neither, just some kind of traveling energy. A kind of magnetic wave. Light, then, becomes a fitting metaphor for a nonbeing who is. God, if like light, travels at

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1159152066160355972006-09-24T19:37:00.000-06:002006-09-24T21:17:57.403-06:00

There was a day in Liberia.... my last day in liberia, to be exact, when my easygoing nature was severely tested.There was a room with a rickety screen door, a long table with long benches, plates of dry sandwiches made with white bread. There were as many white people as you could fit on the table, and bottles of water, canisters of gatorade powder. We had been in Liberia for 3 weeks, and were

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1158384813791155782006-09-15T23:29:00.000-06:002006-09-21T21:11:18.176-06:00

Today I finished "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. It's a short read. I finished it before I even got a chance to update my book list. I enjoyed it so much I think I'll read it again. I would recommend it to anyone. I'd like to say more about it but lately I just don't feel like writing.... I'll write on the weekend, but right now I'm tired. It's been a hard week. But I've got stuff on the

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1158384471014935972006-09-15T23:22:00.000-06:002006-09-15T23:27:51.040-06:00

Noah should have had a lawyer present when that rainbow showed up. God said He would never again flood the WHOLE earth, but lets face it, He didn't say anything about flooding certain parts of the earth, or tsunamis or earthquakes for that matter. Instead of blaming God for these natural disasters, we should be blaming Noah for not seeking legal counsel and demanding a written contract.

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1157947162809011362006-09-10T21:14:00.000-06:002006-09-10T21:59:22.850-06:00

I spent the day trying to see the divinity in people. Trying to peer through the shroud of humanity into the part of people that is eternal. Of course it's not visible, at least not to my eye, but trying to see them in that way changed the way I felt about them.Normally I find humans quite irritating, but today less so. I even experienced.... affection... and interest. I think because viewing

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1157689566564182062006-09-07T21:54:00.000-06:002006-09-07T22:26:07.593-06:00

"Happy is the lion that a man will eat; the lion will become a man. Cursed is the man whom the lion eats for that lion will become a man."I've read the gospel of thomas a couple times before, and up until this point everything seems somewhat coherent. Each time however, I get stuck on this one, because it strikes me as being very illogical.If a man eats a lion, the lion will become a man.

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On my trip home from camping (long drive at night) I was forced to dig deep into the recesses of my music collection (really not that big) and came up with Alanis Morissette. It was like finally having coffee with a friend who has been out of town for far too long.It's strange, the relationship I have with Alanis Morissette.... to be clear, I'm not particularly fond of her voice, and not overly

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1157396581979244752006-09-04T12:49:00.000-06:002006-09-04T13:05:23.333-06:00

I've been slacking off... haven't even posted a pic of my newest addition. Here she is!They told me she was a border collie mix, but the older she gets the clearer it is that she is most certainly not. Some research has led me to the Karelian Bear Dog.... she's the spitting image, actually, and I've sent some pictures of her to a breeder to get their opinion.Bear Dogs don't get particularly large

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1157218141094962862006-09-02T10:37:00.000-06:002006-09-02T11:29:27.126-06:00

I woke up this morning thinking about God's divine plan, or rather, wondering if there is one.As a teenager in church we're taught that God has a wonderful plan, and that it includes all the desires of our hearts, with a large order of fries, and that He will just lead us into it, if only we will refrain from smoking and having sex.Naturally, with the death of so many other ideas, it was only a

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1156915318034855282006-08-29T22:41:00.000-06:002006-08-29T23:21:58.420-06:00

In my experience, there are few tasks which can make you feel quite as grown-up as picking up the belongings of a dead family member at the hospital.Also, it's weird to look at all the old people at a viewing service, knowing that it won't be long before they're dead too. How do they feel about that? They must go to a funeral every week, where people their own age are passing on.... do they

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1156799140667280182006-08-28T14:25:00.000-06:002006-08-28T15:05:40.766-06:00

Okay..... before I start talking (typing) let me just state that I used to be one of them, and it made perfect sense to me. Now I can't remember why.This post has triggered me a little bit, and if you go read it, and you know me at all, you will immediately understand why.What we have, almost constantly, is a "discussion" (sometimes referred to as arguments) between the theologically upstanding

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1156729416197987452006-08-27T19:24:00.000-06:002006-08-27T19:46:04.496-06:00

Well.... my holiday is over.... sort of....I'm supposed to be home right now, but I'm in my stepdad's office. This is because on friday night, my grandfather died, and it makes no sense to go home right before the funeral.My grandpa is currently the proud owner of at least a few answers to questions that have been burning in brain, and I feel a tinge of jealousy, and even a touch of annoyance.

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1155871451284557972006-08-17T21:13:00.000-06:002006-08-17T21:24:11.296-06:00

Obviously, I have been busy with the new puppy. That, and preparing for my camping trip. If I'm not trying to occupy Puja, I'm packing, and I am woefully unprepared. It seems I'm always doing these things at the last minute.... actually I'm doing pretty good this time, a whole 24 hours in advance.The good news is that Abu is slowly but surely warming up to her new sister. I currently have

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1155475925728889732006-08-13T07:18:00.000-06:002006-08-13T07:32:05.743-06:00

There is a new addition to our family. Puja is a 7 week old border collie mix. she's from the humane society and smells like it too. today she will recieve a bath and we will begin puppy training. I get change all the things i got wrong with abu, which should make things easier in the future. So far abu seems pretty certain that she doesn't like the puppy, but she'll warm up. I'm doing

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1155012353611370662006-08-07T22:04:00.000-06:002006-08-07T22:45:54.143-06:00

Those of you who have the misfortune of having to consort with me in an offline manner, already know that I have developed a preoccupation.... no.... infatuation with the idea of free energy and alternative fuel sources. This arises from my intention to eventually move to africa and use subversive, anarchic methods to save the world from certain destruction. A few of you have unknowingly aided

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1154789334414989812006-08-05T08:47:00.000-06:002006-08-05T08:49:28.396-06:00

"Now remember, this is a sander, not a vibrator."Just the most recent of borderline harassing comments I've recieved from my socially incompetent employer.

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up up up up up up points the spire of the steeplebut god's work isn't done by godit's done by peopleup up up up up up point the fingers of the treesthe lumberjacks with their bloody axesare on their kneesand just when you think that you've got enoughenough growsand everywhere that you go in lifeenough knowshalf of learning how to playis learning what not to playand she's learning the spaces she

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I had lunch with some church friends last sunday. Of all the churches I've been to, I find the Vineyard churches among the most open and least dogmatic, which is why I attend one here in regina. But let's face it, I no longer fit into any christian community that I can think of. Wherever that theology exists, I am an outsider with weird ideas. I consider myself fortunate to have the friends

grasshoppernoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25215613.post-1153581449260181632006-07-22T09:08:00.000-06:002006-07-22T09:18:07.510-06:00

well..... due to a defective avocado i have stabbed my self (accidentally) in my hand. I had to get stitches, it hurts to move my fingers, and everything takes twice as long as it should. needless to say, i won't be doing a lot of typing in the next few days.so that's that.

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