Eww... did I really say "Yeah buddy" in my previous post? Sorry 'bout that.
SO there is MASSIVE flooding along the Minnesota River. The road I drive to school happens to be built right along that fine river. As such, over 40 miles of highway are closed until Wednesday at the earliest... joy. I can take an alternate route, but I have no idea how long it'll take and so I have to leave super early... Which means I have to do homework tonight... at home... icky.
I'm actually a little bummed because the drive along the river IS really pretty as the trees are turning and displaying their autumn glory. I'm bummed I'm going to miss a week's worth of color. It shouldn't peak for another week or two, so I should be good, but I'm annoyed nonetheless.
I gotta admit, if not being able to drive along a road of pretty trees is the worst thing in my life, I'm doing pretty good for myself.
I am looking forward to getting this college ministry thing off of the ground. I've been pushing it lower and lower down my "to-do" list, but that needs to change. I hope to get it going by week's end. We had some good convo whilst "watching" the fights, and the prospect of a continuing dialogue of such topics makes me very excited. The bottom line is I detest post-modernism, and Armenians drive me nuts. indubitably.
OK OK I should do some homework... at home...
12 weeks left!?!?
wowzas!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
ears ringing
Good times downtown tonight MCing. After 2 shows I know most of the production crew and it feels like I'm just one of the regulars... it's pretty cool.
I made new friends with a super sweet band called Sixteen Cities. They're label mates with Jason Gray and Andrew Peterson- and they're definitely cut from the same cloth. Really, really good guys! They gave me their BRAND NEW EP to review. I honestly got the first one out of the box... nice. I'll hopefully get that review published in a national blog or two.
oh, and I also met my future wife... NBD.
nighty night.
I made new friends with a super sweet band called Sixteen Cities. They're label mates with Jason Gray and Andrew Peterson- and they're definitely cut from the same cloth. Really, really good guys! They gave me their BRAND NEW EP to review. I honestly got the first one out of the box... nice. I'll hopefully get that review published in a national blog or two.
oh, and I also met my future wife... NBD.
nighty night.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I know what I know!
I Hope You See Jesus
by Bebo Norman
Album: "Ocean"
Instead of fear
Instead of blinded eyes
Instead of shame
Instead of all my lies
Instead of an orphan without a name
I, I hope you see Jesus
Instead of anger
Instead of unbelief
Instead of weakness in the heart of me
Instead of a wounded soul that sometimes looses faith
I, I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in my place
Bearing all my shame
I hope you see Jesus
Instead of voices in a face-less crowd
Instead of prophets crying out from behind a shroud
Instead of fingers pointing out the blame
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in my place
Bearing all my shame
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see love
I hope you see love
I hope you see love
Oh my God
When you look on us
A broken people
Who have turned from Love
Instead of the words we throw
And the wars we wage
I, I hope you forgive us
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in our place
Bearing all our shame
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in my place
Bearing all my shame
I hope you see Jesus
This is a catchy tune, and I really like the words... until the end. I agree with what Bebo is saying in the first couple of verse, I hope that people see Jesus in me. It beckons back to a old Jason Gray song, "You look a little more like Jesus every day..."
But at the end, when he's talking to God and he hopes that God sees Jesus... it leaves so much to chance- "I hope you forgive us ... I hope you see Jesus"??? NO! God DOES forgive us because he DOES see Jesus! That is the message of the Gospel, how do you completely miss that in a song like this?
It would be such a powerful final verse-
When you look at us, a broken people, etc,
I KNOW you forgive us,
I know you see Jesus
standing in my place,
bearing all my shame
I know you see Jesus.
and then end with:
Thank you for Jesus.
...that's the good stuff! :)
That is the truth of the matter. It gives me chills to think about. I am clothed in Christ's righteousness. I don't need to hope that God sees Him in me, I know He does. There is no doubt, no uncertianty... only Jesus.
Bebo, ya missed the mark on this one, man. Next time give me a call, I'll help you out.
by Bebo Norman
Album: "Ocean"
Instead of fear
Instead of blinded eyes
Instead of shame
Instead of all my lies
Instead of an orphan without a name
I, I hope you see Jesus
Instead of anger
Instead of unbelief
Instead of weakness in the heart of me
Instead of a wounded soul that sometimes looses faith
I, I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in my place
Bearing all my shame
I hope you see Jesus
Instead of voices in a face-less crowd
Instead of prophets crying out from behind a shroud
Instead of fingers pointing out the blame
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in my place
Bearing all my shame
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see love
I hope you see love
I hope you see love
Oh my God
When you look on us
A broken people
Who have turned from Love
Instead of the words we throw
And the wars we wage
I, I hope you forgive us
I hope you see Jesus
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in our place
Bearing all our shame
I hope you see Jesus
Standing in my place
Bearing all my shame
I hope you see Jesus
This is a catchy tune, and I really like the words... until the end. I agree with what Bebo is saying in the first couple of verse, I hope that people see Jesus in me. It beckons back to a old Jason Gray song, "You look a little more like Jesus every day..."
But at the end, when he's talking to God and he hopes that God sees Jesus... it leaves so much to chance- "I hope you forgive us ... I hope you see Jesus"??? NO! God DOES forgive us because he DOES see Jesus! That is the message of the Gospel, how do you completely miss that in a song like this?
It would be such a powerful final verse-
When you look at us, a broken people, etc,
I KNOW you forgive us,
I know you see Jesus
standing in my place,
bearing all my shame
I know you see Jesus.
and then end with:
Thank you for Jesus.
...that's the good stuff! :)
That is the truth of the matter. It gives me chills to think about. I am clothed in Christ's righteousness. I don't need to hope that God sees Him in me, I know He does. There is no doubt, no uncertianty... only Jesus.
Bebo, ya missed the mark on this one, man. Next time give me a call, I'll help you out.
At First listen...
You remember my distaste for Bebo Norman's newer work... WELL, at first Listen to his new album “Ocean” (comes out on Tuesday), I’m pleasantly surprised. He is still a far cry from the sophisticated simplicity of his first two or three albums as a singer/songwriter, but this is a nice step in the right direction. Quite honestly, his last studio album (self-titled and the first from the giant label BEC) was pretty terrible, so really it was hard to get any worse. I have to accept that he’s merely a singer now, the songwriter part has been shouldered by several folks. I look forward to reading the album liner to see who he wrote with. Keeping that in mind, overall I’d give it a B-… He definitely goes deeper than he has in the past 5 years, but the tunes are still merely off-the-shelf repetitive pop hooks.
“Sing Over Me” and “God of My Everything” have definite potential. The first single, "Here Goes" I'm not too much a fan of, but it is a fine pop song. I suppose I’ll go see him when he comes back to MSP… for the 10th time...
“Sing Over Me” and “God of My Everything” have definite potential. The first single, "Here Goes" I'm not too much a fan of, but it is a fine pop song. I suppose I’ll go see him when he comes back to MSP… for the 10th time...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
right on target
oh Twins... you've always held my heart. who needs the vikes or gophers?
love is not a strong enough word...
good times!
SO my man Josh hooked me up big time today and as soon as I get my rear in gear and submit a couple of samples, I'm going to be writing for a couple of big...BIG... Christian music blogs. How cool is that? I'll keep you posted.
Now I switch to WGN and watch the Sox lose.
twins.
: )
love is not a strong enough word...
good times!
SO my man Josh hooked me up big time today and as soon as I get my rear in gear and submit a couple of samples, I'm going to be writing for a couple of big...BIG... Christian music blogs. How cool is that? I'll keep you posted.
Now I switch to WGN and watch the Sox lose.
twins.
: )
Monday, September 20, 2010
Agag is a funny name...
So usually I have some sort of a back-story as to why I am writing about a particular topic, but today I got nothin’. I struggle with this whole bla(h)g thing and what I write… and I would like to keep it more devotional in nature. But that typically requires deep thought and preparation, and I try to keep both of those to a minimum, so what you see is what you get.
The Amalekites were a long-time thorn in the Israelite’s side throughout their history. Overall, they seemed to be pretty awful people. But one day God told Saul to kill them. More than that, He told Saul to annihilate them. In 1 Samuel 15, God tells the king, “Now go, attack the Amalekites and totally destroy everything that belongs to them. Do not spare them; put to death men and women, children and infants, cattle and sheep, camels and donkeys." So Saul took over 200,000 soldiers and did as the Lord commanded; he killed everyone and left nothing destroyed… with the exception of the choicest sheep and cattle, and the Amalekite king Agag; he kept them alive as was commonplace in warfare at the time.
The Bible says something pretty peculiar about Saul’s actions. It says that God was “grieved that He made Saul king.” (15:11) What that exactly means (how God can grieve His perfect decision), I don’t really know. I’ll have to ask my dad about that one… But the reason He was grieved is because Saul didn’t listen to God’s commands. God told him to destroy everything, but Saul kept sheep, cattle, and royalty. So God sent Samuel to confront the king. I love what Samuel does. He asks Saul how the battle went, and Saul starts yapping then Samuel interrupts him and says, "What then is this bleating of sheep in my ears? What is this lowing of cattle that I hear?" Personally, I read that very sarcastically. It makes me smile. The thing is though, Saul had a good answer. He kept the high quality sheep and cows in order to make a thank-offering to God for delivering the enemy into their hands. It was what you did after battle; you win then you slaughter the best animals as an offering to God. Saul didn’t keep them for himself or hide the fact that he kept them, he just kept them alive in order to give thanks to God.
Here’s how Samuel replied:
This smacks me right between the eyes. How often have I known full and well what God commanded, but do something else- even with good intentions- only to fall short of what I know I should do. I do it all the time. I see a kid who is on the "fringe" and could really use some time and attention, but instead of reaching out to him, I focus on those whom I already know and with which I already have a rapport. Granted, this is a little bit of a different scenario than what we see in 1 Samuel 15, but it burdens my conscious nonetheless. The bottom line is to honor God is to keep his commands; that is the highest form of worship. What, you ask, are His commands? Well Jesus puts them very simply in Matthew 22: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself."
Love God and serve others, this is what He commands. Seems simple enough, but the one thing that’s missing in that sentence is the thing that gets in the way. The “I”- The almighty, “ME”. I get in the way of loving God and worrying about me gets in the way of loving others. This is shameful…
But, thanks be to God it isn’t up to me to seek to love Him or others! This is the wonderful truth of the Theology of the Cross! I know that it is Christ within me that prompts me to honor, serve, and obey our Almighty Father in Heaven. It is through the Holy Spirit that I have faith, and it is that faith that causes me to desire to be a light in the darkness of this world. The beauty of Him being made strong in my pathetic weakness means that even though I fail day after day in putting serving my Savior first in my life, He is still mighty to save! It isn’t about me and what I do, it’s about Him and what He does through me. It is pretty amazing, really. The highest form of worship is following God’s commands. An impossible feat alone. But the Living God is living within me and through Him I am a slave to His righteousness. May He continue to work on my heart that I would seek to honor Him- truly honor Him in everything I think, say, and do. May I look for opportunities to love others as He loved me, and may I always obey His perfect commands rather than my feeble desires.
The Amalekites were a long-time thorn in the Israelite’s side throughout their history. Overall, they seemed to be pretty awful people. But one day God told Saul to kill them. More than that, He told Saul to annihilate them. In 1 Samuel 15, God tells the king, “Now go, attack the Amalekites and totally destroy everything that belongs to them. Do not spare them; put to death men and women, children and infants, cattle and sheep, camels and donkeys." So Saul took over 200,000 soldiers and did as the Lord commanded; he killed everyone and left nothing destroyed… with the exception of the choicest sheep and cattle, and the Amalekite king Agag; he kept them alive as was commonplace in warfare at the time.
The Bible says something pretty peculiar about Saul’s actions. It says that God was “grieved that He made Saul king.” (15:11) What that exactly means (how God can grieve His perfect decision), I don’t really know. I’ll have to ask my dad about that one… But the reason He was grieved is because Saul didn’t listen to God’s commands. God told him to destroy everything, but Saul kept sheep, cattle, and royalty. So God sent Samuel to confront the king. I love what Samuel does. He asks Saul how the battle went, and Saul starts yapping then Samuel interrupts him and says, "What then is this bleating of sheep in my ears? What is this lowing of cattle that I hear?" Personally, I read that very sarcastically. It makes me smile. The thing is though, Saul had a good answer. He kept the high quality sheep and cows in order to make a thank-offering to God for delivering the enemy into their hands. It was what you did after battle; you win then you slaughter the best animals as an offering to God. Saul didn’t keep them for himself or hide the fact that he kept them, he just kept them alive in order to give thanks to God.
Here’s how Samuel replied:
"Does the LORD delight in burnt offerings and sacrificesPowerful words those are! God didn’t want Saul to keep animals- even if they were heading for the altar. God wanted Saul to follow His commands, and since Saul disobeyed, God withdrew His favor toward Saul’s reign. Good intentions pale in comparison to following God’s directives.
as much as in obeying the voice of the LORD ?
To obey is better than sacrifice,
and to heed is better than the fat of rams."
This smacks me right between the eyes. How often have I known full and well what God commanded, but do something else- even with good intentions- only to fall short of what I know I should do. I do it all the time. I see a kid who is on the "fringe" and could really use some time and attention, but instead of reaching out to him, I focus on those whom I already know and with which I already have a rapport. Granted, this is a little bit of a different scenario than what we see in 1 Samuel 15, but it burdens my conscious nonetheless. The bottom line is to honor God is to keep his commands; that is the highest form of worship. What, you ask, are His commands? Well Jesus puts them very simply in Matthew 22: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself."
Love God and serve others, this is what He commands. Seems simple enough, but the one thing that’s missing in that sentence is the thing that gets in the way. The “I”- The almighty, “ME”. I get in the way of loving God and worrying about me gets in the way of loving others. This is shameful…
But, thanks be to God it isn’t up to me to seek to love Him or others! This is the wonderful truth of the Theology of the Cross! I know that it is Christ within me that prompts me to honor, serve, and obey our Almighty Father in Heaven. It is through the Holy Spirit that I have faith, and it is that faith that causes me to desire to be a light in the darkness of this world. The beauty of Him being made strong in my pathetic weakness means that even though I fail day after day in putting serving my Savior first in my life, He is still mighty to save! It isn’t about me and what I do, it’s about Him and what He does through me. It is pretty amazing, really. The highest form of worship is following God’s commands. An impossible feat alone. But the Living God is living within me and through Him I am a slave to His righteousness. May He continue to work on my heart that I would seek to honor Him- truly honor Him in everything I think, say, and do. May I look for opportunities to love others as He loved me, and may I always obey His perfect commands rather than my feeble desires.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
la la la
oh good times tonight- I MC'd a show at club three degrees... it was pretty sweet. I really really like these guys: http://www.myspace.com/loveoutloudofficial they got moxie, man! I really love the Christian music world... really, really.
Tomorrow is our huge kick off for all the year's youth stuffs. It should be sweet. In two weeks my stupid math class starts... then the craziness begins... *deep breath*
now... I sleep.
Tomorrow is our huge kick off for all the year's youth stuffs. It should be sweet. In two weeks my stupid math class starts... then the craziness begins... *deep breath*
now... I sleep.
Friday, September 17, 2010
mmhmm
all will be well.
ha I'm going to leave it at that so when I go back and read this in like a year I'll be like... why in the world did I write that.
It'll totally be worth it. Stay classy, future me. :)
ha I'm going to leave it at that so when I go back and read this in like a year I'll be like... why in the world did I write that.
It'll totally be worth it. Stay classy, future me. :)
Thursday, September 16, 2010
ghostly!
Well this Twins winning thing is something that I can certainly get used to. Good work, boys.
Today I did a bit of nothing... I made it my day off. It was quite enjoyable. I made another lasagna, this time it was much more normal-like and delicious. I used an entire habenaro in the sauce... zesty! PLUS- and I really shouldn't be as excited about this as I am- BUT- I am getting a pint of Ghost Peppers this weekend. GHOST PEPPERS... OK so I went on youtube to find a video to illustrate the power of the ghost, but after watching them, I just might skip my purchase. It's like this- a habenaro is 30 times hotter than a jalapeno. The ghost is 3-4 times hotter than a habenaro... it is intense. The heat can last for 3 to 4 hours... if you want to see for yourself, youtube it. wild stuff.
I don't know why I've been so into peppers lately, but I really am. Currently my two favorites are hot peppers and rap music. no lie. odd.
tomorrow is friday. good things.
Today I did a bit of nothing... I made it my day off. It was quite enjoyable. I made another lasagna, this time it was much more normal-like and delicious. I used an entire habenaro in the sauce... zesty! PLUS- and I really shouldn't be as excited about this as I am- BUT- I am getting a pint of Ghost Peppers this weekend. GHOST PEPPERS... OK so I went on youtube to find a video to illustrate the power of the ghost, but after watching them, I just might skip my purchase. It's like this- a habenaro is 30 times hotter than a jalapeno. The ghost is 3-4 times hotter than a habenaro... it is intense. The heat can last for 3 to 4 hours... if you want to see for yourself, youtube it. wild stuff.
I don't know why I've been so into peppers lately, but I really am. Currently my two favorites are hot peppers and rap music. no lie. odd.
tomorrow is friday. good things.
Monday, September 13, 2010
yeow!
Today I learned that "organic" and "locally grown" is code for "really, really expensive"... the 100 mile challenge is gonna be roughskis...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
reflections
MAN! I had a REALLY good idea of what to write tonight, but I totally forgot what it was...
I need to write these things down...
Instead I will reflect on where I was 9 years and one day ago.
I was sleeping.
I was working the 2nd shift at a milk company, as such my routine was to sleep until 10ish then get up, eat lunch, watch Hogan's Heroes, then go to work. Good times. I was living at home in Roseville and I had a very small bed that was horribly uncomfortable... Anyway, I was sleeping when my mom ran into my room freaking out saying, "You were right! The Muslims are taking over!" I don't recall where we were going, but not too long before 9/11 my mom and sister and I were driving somewhere and I said I thought our nation's greatest threat was crazy muslims- not exactly an original thought, but certainly one of depth for a 2nd shift forklift driver, if I say so myself.
So my mom woke me up and I ran downstairs to the living room TV to see the fire on Tower 1. No more than 2 minutes after I sat down the second plane crashed into #2. I flipped out. I'm pretty sure I screamed as I got to my feet in utter shock. I was already sick of Dan Rather's commentary, by the way, and it only got worse after hour 19 of continuing coverage... I digress.
My mom was on the phone trying to get a hold of my dad who was a pastor's conference. Eventually she got a a hold of him, I think because I remember her saying the pastors were all in prayer about the situation. I pictured 40 men nearly on their knees urgently and fervently praying for our land and their families and I was oddly comforted. I have no idea what the atmosphere was actually like there, but I like my little picture. The idea of a group of pastors praying together is a powerful one to me... again, I digress...
I, like the rest of America, was glued to the TV. I just couldn't believe what was happening. Then the Pentagon got hit... when I heard about the Pennsylvania plane and I thought they shot it down- like we shot it down before it could do any damage... who knows what really happened... Then the towers fell completely... wow.
Such a horrible feeling of desperation and confusion- and I was in Minnesota, 1200 miles away from any of the goings on.
I recall going to work in a daze- looking in the sky for any planes... you never know, ya know... The radio was telling of all the church potlucks and lady's guild meetings that were canceled in case of attack- that made me laugh. I can see Bin Laden's agenda: NYC, D.C., St. John's Lutheran Church Willmar, MN... they'd never see it coming. ha!
Or the fact that the IDS tower was evacuated was a little silly to me, but then again I didn't work there, so I guess I don't have a right to an opinion. The MOA closing made more sense to me- being that it's big, near an airport, and the epitome of consumerism. Thank God it wasn't a target...
We all stopped working when Bush addressed the nation for the first time. They had it playing over the loudspeakers. You could hear a pin drop in the 100,000 square foot mild cooler that is literally in motion round the clock. It was such a weird time.
I will never forget the gas line coming out of the Sinclair on the corner of the factory. People were so afraid gas would be in shortage (I thin Dan Rather said there would be...) It had to be 25 cars deep. I don't recall how long it lasted, but perhaps the most eerie thing about the whole ordeal was the grounding of all planes. For days there was nothing man made in the sky. It was a silence that I wasn't used to in the city, you know? Just weird. And then the first planes that flew the week or so later- that was a little trippy. I was looking at something 10,000 feet in the air with skepticism for a little while there.
It was such a crazy, crazy time. I truly and wholeheartedly pray that it is the last time our nation has to go through such fear and confusion. It's crazy to think that the majority of my youth were too young to remember that day. Even yesterday- it wasn't about remembering, it was about arguing about nut case "Christians" who want 15 minutes of fame and talking-heads who think they know what they're talking about... gross. The fact is, we're a mere generation away from forgetting... wow.
I need to write these things down...
Instead I will reflect on where I was 9 years and one day ago.
I was sleeping.
I was working the 2nd shift at a milk company, as such my routine was to sleep until 10ish then get up, eat lunch, watch Hogan's Heroes, then go to work. Good times. I was living at home in Roseville and I had a very small bed that was horribly uncomfortable... Anyway, I was sleeping when my mom ran into my room freaking out saying, "You were right! The Muslims are taking over!" I don't recall where we were going, but not too long before 9/11 my mom and sister and I were driving somewhere and I said I thought our nation's greatest threat was crazy muslims- not exactly an original thought, but certainly one of depth for a 2nd shift forklift driver, if I say so myself.
So my mom woke me up and I ran downstairs to the living room TV to see the fire on Tower 1. No more than 2 minutes after I sat down the second plane crashed into #2. I flipped out. I'm pretty sure I screamed as I got to my feet in utter shock. I was already sick of Dan Rather's commentary, by the way, and it only got worse after hour 19 of continuing coverage... I digress.
My mom was on the phone trying to get a hold of my dad who was a pastor's conference. Eventually she got a a hold of him, I think because I remember her saying the pastors were all in prayer about the situation. I pictured 40 men nearly on their knees urgently and fervently praying for our land and their families and I was oddly comforted. I have no idea what the atmosphere was actually like there, but I like my little picture. The idea of a group of pastors praying together is a powerful one to me... again, I digress...
I, like the rest of America, was glued to the TV. I just couldn't believe what was happening. Then the Pentagon got hit... when I heard about the Pennsylvania plane and I thought they shot it down- like we shot it down before it could do any damage... who knows what really happened... Then the towers fell completely... wow.
Such a horrible feeling of desperation and confusion- and I was in Minnesota, 1200 miles away from any of the goings on.
I recall going to work in a daze- looking in the sky for any planes... you never know, ya know... The radio was telling of all the church potlucks and lady's guild meetings that were canceled in case of attack- that made me laugh. I can see Bin Laden's agenda: NYC, D.C., St. John's Lutheran Church Willmar, MN... they'd never see it coming. ha!
Or the fact that the IDS tower was evacuated was a little silly to me, but then again I didn't work there, so I guess I don't have a right to an opinion. The MOA closing made more sense to me- being that it's big, near an airport, and the epitome of consumerism. Thank God it wasn't a target...
We all stopped working when Bush addressed the nation for the first time. They had it playing over the loudspeakers. You could hear a pin drop in the 100,000 square foot mild cooler that is literally in motion round the clock. It was such a weird time.
I will never forget the gas line coming out of the Sinclair on the corner of the factory. People were so afraid gas would be in shortage (I thin Dan Rather said there would be...) It had to be 25 cars deep. I don't recall how long it lasted, but perhaps the most eerie thing about the whole ordeal was the grounding of all planes. For days there was nothing man made in the sky. It was a silence that I wasn't used to in the city, you know? Just weird. And then the first planes that flew the week or so later- that was a little trippy. I was looking at something 10,000 feet in the air with skepticism for a little while there.
It was such a crazy, crazy time. I truly and wholeheartedly pray that it is the last time our nation has to go through such fear and confusion. It's crazy to think that the majority of my youth were too young to remember that day. Even yesterday- it wasn't about remembering, it was about arguing about nut case "Christians" who want 15 minutes of fame and talking-heads who think they know what they're talking about... gross. The fact is, we're a mere generation away from forgetting... wow.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
FRIDAAAAAAAY
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My name is zacko. I like video games, mma, drums, and tacos. I also enjoy pokemon. My dog's breath smells like dog food. Yummy.
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
sufjan ruined my month.
DUDE! I am so bummed right now-
So a couple of weeks ago my buddy called me up and told me about the Sufjan Stevens show coming to Minneapolis in October. He’s a huge fan, and I certainly enjoy his tunes. But he really wanted to go but was broke at the time, so he asked me to buy tickets and then he’d pay me back when he got paid next. No problem. I bought his tickets, he paid me back the next week, all is well. They were like $15 each, no big deal.
UNTIL LAST NIGHT when I found out that I, yes I have to pick up the tickets the night of the show. Apparently, in an attempt to thwart scalping, there is no switching, no transferring names, nothing. Since I was the purchaser, I am the one and only person authorized to get the 4 really awesome (3rd row, center stage) tickets to the indie icon Sufjan Stevens… I am the Frodo to my four Sufjan tickets... Only I can bare this burden. :)
That’s fine its downtown, who cares… except the show is on October 16th!!!!
I happen to be buddies with singer/songwriter Jason Gray. Soon he will be on a HUGE tour featuring my favorite author Max Lucado and the king of CCM Michael W. Smith. I was planning on hopping on a cheap flight to Phoenix and hang with JG and Smitty for a day. Gooooood times! Once in a lifetime opportunity, really. Not only that, but my sister and brother-in-law were going to drive up and enjoy the show with me. They are big JG fans and I was so stoked to introduce him to them and we would all laugh merrily and frolic (on the inside) in sunny Glendale, Arizona… But now I have Sufjan tickets to procure. Sad day.
The only saving grace is the fact that I didn’t buy my plane ticket yet, so I’m not out any money in that regard. And, honestly, I really didn’t have the money for this cross-country expedition, but MAN it was so tempting and would have been absolutely incredible…. Oh well. It is for the best, but tonight I shall not only mourn the Vikings loss, but also my loss of potential weekend awesomeness and a lifetime of memories... what could have been? We'll never know...
So a couple of weeks ago my buddy called me up and told me about the Sufjan Stevens show coming to Minneapolis in October. He’s a huge fan, and I certainly enjoy his tunes. But he really wanted to go but was broke at the time, so he asked me to buy tickets and then he’d pay me back when he got paid next. No problem. I bought his tickets, he paid me back the next week, all is well. They were like $15 each, no big deal.
UNTIL LAST NIGHT when I found out that I, yes I have to pick up the tickets the night of the show. Apparently, in an attempt to thwart scalping, there is no switching, no transferring names, nothing. Since I was the purchaser, I am the one and only person authorized to get the 4 really awesome (3rd row, center stage) tickets to the indie icon Sufjan Stevens… I am the Frodo to my four Sufjan tickets... Only I can bare this burden. :)
That’s fine its downtown, who cares… except the show is on October 16th!!!!
I happen to be buddies with singer/songwriter Jason Gray. Soon he will be on a HUGE tour featuring my favorite author Max Lucado and the king of CCM Michael W. Smith. I was planning on hopping on a cheap flight to Phoenix and hang with JG and Smitty for a day. Gooooood times! Once in a lifetime opportunity, really. Not only that, but my sister and brother-in-law were going to drive up and enjoy the show with me. They are big JG fans and I was so stoked to introduce him to them and we would all laugh merrily and frolic (on the inside) in sunny Glendale, Arizona… But now I have Sufjan tickets to procure. Sad day.
The only saving grace is the fact that I didn’t buy my plane ticket yet, so I’m not out any money in that regard. And, honestly, I really didn’t have the money for this cross-country expedition, but MAN it was so tempting and would have been absolutely incredible…. Oh well. It is for the best, but tonight I shall not only mourn the Vikings loss, but also my loss of potential weekend awesomeness and a lifetime of memories... what could have been? We'll never know...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
ho hum
well there is so much filling my gourd right now, I'm not exactly sure where to start...
I'm not a fan of that. Lots to do, lots to do...
Also, my roommate just told me he's moving out in a couple of months. sucky.
I'm not a fan of that. Lots to do, lots to do...
Also, my roommate just told me he's moving out in a couple of months. sucky.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
#10211
Today I joined a Food Co-op.
Why, you ask?
why not, I reply.
I now own 4 shares of the MW Natural Food Co-Op and it feels good. I got $75 worth of coupons for joining- I can save $.50 on Tofurky hickory smoked deli slices! What a deal!
The main reason why I joined is because I want to be one of "those people". I feel like a 5th grader reading Tiger Beat and dreaming of being a movie star- but really, I want to wear muted tones and lots of North Face. I want to know how to read a trail map and have my daily dose of granola. I want to ditch the sneakers and wear hiking boots exclusively. haha. Ok, the sneaks went to far... writing that feels so tool-y, but really I am enamored with such folk, and I figured the first step in being like-minded was shopping where they shop. I need to get some reusable grocery bags. Just joining the co-op makes me ooze earth consciousness...
OK OK the REAL reason is because I have decided as part of my independent study phy ed class (joy.) I will engage in the 100 mile challenge. That is, I will only eat food that has been made, picked, or grown within 100 miles of my location. (full disclosure: living in the Twin Cities makes this a tad more difficult, so I've agreed w/ myself to allow me to cheat and make it anything raised in the Midwest... but "100 Mile Challenge" sounds much fancier.)
100 miles for 3 months. 50 years ago this wouldn't have even been an issue. Now a co-op is the only way to do it. The nice thing is it is nice an close by and several people from my church volunteer there, so I just went up a notch in their books, no doubt. Plus the people are super friendly. Right after I signed the last membership paper a big dude wearing an apron gave me a half-hug and said, "Welcome to the family, man." My grocery story considers me family... what does your grocery store do?
Right now, my freezer and cupboards are pretty stocked with outside of 100 miles food currently (I'll refer to such food as "outsider grub", as to make it feel all self-conscience and outcasty- thus less appetizing), so I will have to cheat a little bit until its all gone. I'm not going to waste all that money because of a self-imposed challenge. Maybe it'll be once a week I can have something processed. It'll be a chemical treat. :)
OH, that's another reason I'm co-oping. There's some nasty stuff in our food, and more and more I'm starting to think it's not so smart to be consuming it regularly. That means no more Buck Doubles or DQ Blizzards. tragic!! I'm not going to get all freaky-deaky about it, but I'd like to give the organic lifestyle a try. AND, since it's for a class, can you say EDUCATION EXPENSE? that's a tax write-off, brotha! Dave Ramsey would be so proud. I don't want this to be a food bla(h)g by any means, but I'll keep you posted. I know you're all dying to know how it goes. ha!
Why, you ask?
why not, I reply.
I now own 4 shares of the MW Natural Food Co-Op and it feels good. I got $75 worth of coupons for joining- I can save $.50 on Tofurky hickory smoked deli slices! What a deal!
The main reason why I joined is because I want to be one of "those people". I feel like a 5th grader reading Tiger Beat and dreaming of being a movie star- but really, I want to wear muted tones and lots of North Face. I want to know how to read a trail map and have my daily dose of granola. I want to ditch the sneakers and wear hiking boots exclusively. haha. Ok, the sneaks went to far... writing that feels so tool-y, but really I am enamored with such folk, and I figured the first step in being like-minded was shopping where they shop. I need to get some reusable grocery bags. Just joining the co-op makes me ooze earth consciousness...
OK OK the REAL reason is because I have decided as part of my independent study phy ed class (joy.) I will engage in the 100 mile challenge. That is, I will only eat food that has been made, picked, or grown within 100 miles of my location. (full disclosure: living in the Twin Cities makes this a tad more difficult, so I've agreed w/ myself to allow me to cheat and make it anything raised in the Midwest... but "100 Mile Challenge" sounds much fancier.)
100 miles for 3 months. 50 years ago this wouldn't have even been an issue. Now a co-op is the only way to do it. The nice thing is it is nice an close by and several people from my church volunteer there, so I just went up a notch in their books, no doubt. Plus the people are super friendly. Right after I signed the last membership paper a big dude wearing an apron gave me a half-hug and said, "Welcome to the family, man." My grocery story considers me family... what does your grocery store do?
Right now, my freezer and cupboards are pretty stocked with outside of 100 miles food currently (I'll refer to such food as "outsider grub", as to make it feel all self-conscience and outcasty- thus less appetizing), so I will have to cheat a little bit until its all gone. I'm not going to waste all that money because of a self-imposed challenge. Maybe it'll be once a week I can have something processed. It'll be a chemical treat. :)
OH, that's another reason I'm co-oping. There's some nasty stuff in our food, and more and more I'm starting to think it's not so smart to be consuming it regularly. That means no more Buck Doubles or DQ Blizzards. tragic!! I'm not going to get all freaky-deaky about it, but I'd like to give the organic lifestyle a try. AND, since it's for a class, can you say EDUCATION EXPENSE? that's a tax write-off, brotha! Dave Ramsey would be so proud. I don't want this to be a food bla(h)g by any means, but I'll keep you posted. I know you're all dying to know how it goes. ha!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
eh
at some point this week I am going to recap my summer's cinematic journeys. Currently I'm watching The Switch. It is fairly terrible. That's just a taste of what's to come...
lucky you.
lucky you.
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