Oscar Wilde once said, "Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative."
He's right, but he was notoriously SCANDALOUS and me...not so much. So, I'm gonna indulge my uncultured-ness and save my imagination for other tings. (Yeah, you read that right.)
Smoke from the swamp fires.
Earthquakes.
Incoming hurricane.
Folks are flippin' out in the 757 over Irene, amongst other things. The pandemonium is understandable; folks saw Isabel and folks saw Floyd. Both of them were just bulls in a china store. Straight up thugged everybody and wrecked everything. Isabel stole our power. Floyd stole our water. Both of them are gone, yet they linger in our memories.
VA just seems to be plagued with natural disasters and people are losing their cool. Claiming it's the sign of the times. I understand the basis for this, but for real though...another deluge? He done did that with Noah and his crew. Does the rainbow not mean anything to these folks? (Genesis 9.)
Forgive the cynicism. I know, you gotta be prepared for the worst. Not saying you shouldn't prepare, just not clean out a WHOLE section of the store or be obsessively checking the Weather Channel.
You heard the report, calm it down, prepare accordingly, and get out of Dodge. If you're staying in Dodge, well just have your arsenal ready cuz it's not gonna be easy. Lastly, it should be firstly, let's not forget to seek His wisdom out.
Yes, we should be wary of the birth pangs as mentioned in Matthew 24, BUT we also need to keep in mind the other stuff Christ mentioned in the same discourse too. Keep reading His word and keep an eye out. He'll see us through it. Just gotta trust and obey.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
delusions of grandeur...not
Sometime in the past, the younger more optimistic version of myself had that fire in the belly that drove me to dream and to conquer the world. But now...
The fire is still going, but I think I need some gasoline. I'm realizing the more seasoned I get; the more jaded I get. I hate the fact that I've become the stereotypical jaded post-college graduate. AND, the fact that I'm even writing about this jaded state of mind just adds to the snafu. Irony was/is never far from my side.
On top of the aforementioned conflict, the "ideals" of being antisocial, being apolitical, and being a-everything has crept into my demeanor. Apathy just can't wait to be king.
BUT, as mentioned earlier the fire hasn't died. I know that apathy begets slothfulness, and slothfulness begets decline. Steady, but surely there will be decline.
Someone once told me that if you're not moving forward, you're moving backward. I liked to think I'm stuck. Kidding aside, I know this is an uphill battle that I cannot let myself lose. But how do I keep moving if I can't even see the proverbial light at the end of this proverbial tunnel?
The poem "Footprints."
Somehow, some way, we all need to stand on our own two feet and keep walking. But we must NEVER forget...Footprints.
The fire is still going, but I think I need some gasoline. I'm realizing the more seasoned I get; the more jaded I get. I hate the fact that I've become the stereotypical jaded post-college graduate. AND, the fact that I'm even writing about this jaded state of mind just adds to the snafu. Irony was/is never far from my side.
On top of the aforementioned conflict, the "ideals" of being antisocial, being apolitical, and being a-everything has crept into my demeanor. Apathy just can't wait to be king.
BUT, as mentioned earlier the fire hasn't died. I know that apathy begets slothfulness, and slothfulness begets decline. Steady, but surely there will be decline.
Someone once told me that if you're not moving forward, you're moving backward. I liked to think I'm stuck. Kidding aside, I know this is an uphill battle that I cannot let myself lose. But how do I keep moving if I can't even see the proverbial light at the end of this proverbial tunnel?
The poem "Footprints."
Somehow, some way, we all need to stand on our own two feet and keep walking. But we must NEVER forget...Footprints.
Monday, August 8, 2011
sweet home (fill in the blank)
Country roads, take me home. To the place, I BELONG...
During one of our breaks today, one of my co-workers and I talked about places we've traveled to. We soon were in concurrence; travel is one of the highs of life, even better when it's cheap and there's something about home that we love and cannot run from.
Preaching to the choir, I know. BUT, for the longest time I've been wrestling with the issue of where to make "home". Every place I've lived, I've liked to some degree. BUT, in the end I've found some flaw that I cannot bring myself to live with.
The sayings are true, home is where you make it. Maybe I just need to stop being so daggone picky. Apply that 80/20 rule in relationships towards living space, perhaps?
Mahalia Jackson's last verse of "A City Called Heaven" comes to mind. Maybe this is why I've been wrestling with the idea for so long. He calls us to find it. Matthew 13.
During one of our breaks today, one of my co-workers and I talked about places we've traveled to. We soon were in concurrence; travel is one of the highs of life, even better when it's cheap and there's something about home that we love and cannot run from.
Preaching to the choir, I know. BUT, for the longest time I've been wrestling with the issue of where to make "home". Every place I've lived, I've liked to some degree. BUT, in the end I've found some flaw that I cannot bring myself to live with.
The sayings are true, home is where you make it. Maybe I just need to stop being so daggone picky. Apply that 80/20 rule in relationships towards living space, perhaps?
Mahalia Jackson's last verse of "A City Called Heaven" comes to mind. Maybe this is why I've been wrestling with the idea for so long. He calls us to find it. Matthew 13.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
food affair (ii)
Tapas.
Seeing it from a Chinese P.O.V., its comparable to that of 點心. Always better when shared with others, but equally good solo.
Arugula Salad with Avocados, Sea Salt, and Lime. Chicken Vindaloo. Fried Dumplings with Peanut Sauce. Eggplant Fries with Hot Sauce and Powdered Sugar. "One Dollar Chicken Dinner". Kobe Beef.
KM, our dear friend D, and me enjoyed this RIDONK meal yesterday. I'm drooling thinking about it. Props to the genius(es) who came up with such ridiculous but delicious ideas.
This recent food affair has brought to mind another writing venture that I've been wrestling with for some time...Food blog, coming soon? Keep y'all posted on it.
Seeing it from a Chinese P.O.V., its comparable to that of 點心. Always better when shared with others, but equally good solo.
Arugula Salad with Avocados, Sea Salt, and Lime. Chicken Vindaloo. Fried Dumplings with Peanut Sauce. Eggplant Fries with Hot Sauce and Powdered Sugar. "One Dollar Chicken Dinner". Kobe Beef.
KM, our dear friend D, and me enjoyed this RIDONK meal yesterday. I'm drooling thinking about it. Props to the genius(es) who came up with such ridiculous but delicious ideas.
This recent food affair has brought to mind another writing venture that I've been wrestling with for some time...Food blog, coming soon? Keep y'all posted on it.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
we've only just begun...
Every time I hear that line being sung, I'm reminded of that alarm clock from 1408 (good movie, by the way). Who knew you could be creeped out by the Carpenters...smh.
On much less creepier things, my dear cousin was married yesterday. Congrats to the happily newly wed couple!
Since I was part of the bridal party, wedding photos were MANDATORY. Never have I seen so many flashing lights in a day. Nor, did I mind. Hehehe.
It was a nice little shindig with a B-E-A-U-tiful buffet. I'm gonna stop now while I'm ahead.
The toasts were the best part of the evening. One of the more memorable speeches was the one given by the groom's dad. He spoke on Christ's taking on of His bride. Can I get an Amen? Dance party and wedding games ensued.
As the night drew to a close, the DJ ended the dance party with the aforementioned Carpenters' song. How fitting. How true. Everything short of 1408.
Congrats again to them married folks. I hope they're enjoying their week long vacay. Yeah, I said it.
On much less creepier things, my dear cousin was married yesterday. Congrats to the happily newly wed couple!
Since I was part of the bridal party, wedding photos were MANDATORY. Never have I seen so many flashing lights in a day. Nor, did I mind. Hehehe.
It was a nice little shindig with a B-E-A-U-tiful buffet. I'm gonna stop now while I'm ahead.
The toasts were the best part of the evening. One of the more memorable speeches was the one given by the groom's dad. He spoke on Christ's taking on of His bride. Can I get an Amen? Dance party and wedding games ensued.
As the night drew to a close, the DJ ended the dance party with the aforementioned Carpenters' song. How fitting. How true. Everything short of 1408.
Congrats again to them married folks. I hope they're enjoying their week long vacay. Yeah, I said it.
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