my problems are my own.
5.11.2005
5.05.2005
It seemed like a good idea at the time...
I just got off the phone with my mother. A veritable fountain of embarrassing stories from my youth. She told me of a time that myolder brother Josh and I were engaged in a furious contest with the boys from across the street. (These were the boys who always got into trouble doing things like sneaking into the church late at night to swim in the baptistry.) Apparently the cobblestone foundation of the church, with its strong absorbancy powers, was just right for this particular contest. So when my Dad, the minister, came out to check on us, we were seeing who could pee the highest by peeing on the wall of the church. I hope I won.
5.04.2005
okay, blogging has almost become cliche as of late...like the fad has run its course with our group. I am not sure whether to celebrate the fun we had or mourn the loss of a new form of intimacy. I know the opinions about blogging are as varied as the blogs themselves. I also know nothing is immune to the law of abuse. I will still blog because sometimes a semi-anonymous audience is the best kind. Because sometimes it helps me to sort out thoughts. Because sometimes I might actually say something worth saying and it would be a shame not to share. I also am currently learning Spanish. I bought the Pimsleur Spanish course. It is really good. In 30 days I should be fluent enough to get around mexico if it lives up to its billing. This is one of the programs the government uses to quickly train agents who go abroad on assignments. Will let you know how it works. Well, its late and I need sleep. may your bible reading be rich this week! -xus
On a lighter note I got my digital camera finally. Wendy let me get a Digital SLR. I have had a major jones for one for about a year or 2 but the prices were just way too high. I bought well. Looking forward to photogging my brain out.
Listening to U2 tonight. Been listening to "Still haven't found what I'm looking for" pretty much all day. Love that song. I love the enigma that God who satisfies but at the same time always leaves us wanting more.
e·nig·ma ( P ) Pronunciation Key (-ngm)
n. One that is puzzling, ambiguous, or inexplicable.
A perplexing speech or text; a riddle.