Done...for a while anyway


So, I am not blogging much. Been pretty busy. Life has sped up (those in my life know that of which I speak) and the blog has taken a backseat to other avenues of self-expression. So, having said that, this blog is officially done. I am shutting it down. To my blogging community, thanks for the dialogue and keep on keeping on.

peace......out

Incredible....


How on earth does stuff just manage to multiply without any help from me? I am packing again and I could swear that I downsized my life when I packed last time. Apparently, I am highly delusional.

So, as I ponder the number of books, shoes and miscellaneous items that need to find there way into a box and slumber for the summer, I wonder: does the lost sock wormhole maybe work in reverse? Is it possible that, instead of stealing my left polka-dot sock, the little gremlins leave two books on my bookshelf? Kind of an apology for stealing my socks? Not sure, but this may warrant further investigation.

Of course, all of this hyperbole is a thinly veiled attempt to stall a painful reality: I'm moving again and this time it's a doozy. Graduate school has sang her siren song and I answered, so; I am off to Mizzou for about the next three to four years. That part is not really a bother; it's all the goodbyes. They are killing me.

Last night was the last official impact group with my roomies, J&B, and Grover. We are all moving away. There were lots of tears (from me at least) and lots of hugs. It was the best and worst of times... (okay, I won't launch into melancholy verses here, you get the picture).

I am no good at goodbye. So I am calling a halt to all those who even think they are going to say goodbye to me in two months. Really, I am just moving down the street a little ways. Not across the ocean (like some people we know!). No goodbyes please. If you try it, I will have those wormhole gremlins steal more than your socks.

Anyway, it is incredible the amount of stuff I have to pack. And then move. Twice. This time I get to live the gypsy way for the summer. Whatever can fit in my trunk and two suitcases is all I will have access to for the summer. Should be interesting.

If you see a little hobo with a hankerchief tied to a stick walking down the road, be sure to wave hello (no goodbyes will be acknowledged).

Geekdom 2.0

I have finally joined the ranks of the iPod elite. I purchased the regular one (not a mini in a color I find silly on clothing let alone on hardware) and got a nice little extended warranty to boot.

After spending a few hours browsing the Apple store on the Plaza with the J's, they settled on a G5, I got my iPod and I was given a stellar education on the difference between Powerbooks and iBooks (thanks Mike!). I have not decided which one to get yet but he makes a compelling argument for both.

I have avoided the Apple store for precisely this reason: I drool at the thought of a new computer. I can't wait to get a faster system with capabilities I can only dream about (or go to campus for) at the moment. I have a Dell (I know, all my computer friends are appalled) and it has worked well for a while. I did lose a hard drive during year three which was not fun but overall it has been satisfactory. However, my computing needs are growing a little more sophisticated and my little PC is proving to be quite limited.

So, I throw out a question to my fellow bloggers:

What system really makes you pant and why?

I am not buying until Fall (about 3 months) so I am in the fact finding phase. I am not opposed to another PC but I have to say that little Mac is quickly stealing my heart. Weigh in if the spirit move you...

Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

Okay, I have to have my total geek moment ****IT WAS FREAKIN' AWESOME****. Whew! Had to get that out.

Thanks to my dear friend, Grover, my roomies and few other folks (including me) went to an early screening of Star Wars tonight. I laughed. I cried. I sighed. I cursed and trembled and fought the pull to the dark side. Alas, poor Anikan did not. Which made for one kick ass movie.

No matter what the feeling may be about Lucas, this was the film worth waiting for. Light sabers, drama, comedy, heartache. Really, it has all the things any moviegoer could hope for. And it's Star Wars (who hasn't dreamed of being able to kick some stormtrooper butt!).

I will not post any spoilers since it opens, officially, in two hours nationwide. Besides, some of my friends would kill me.

Go see it.

Spoiler #1 - Anikan is Darth Vader
Spoiler #2 - Padmae is Luke and Leia's mom
Spolier #3 - The Chancellor IS the Sith Lord

May the force be with you!

Goodbye sweet lady....



"I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But, I always thought I would see you again"

Sibree Mitchem left my life yesterday. My sweet granny. I miss you so.

Words...

There are just certain words that I never should hear put together. This list is not terribly long. Tonight, a series of words have made the list.

Right between mud-wrestling and jello-wrestling, the term lube-oil wrestling has officially found a home.

The images conjured up by any kind of wrestling are not pleasant. Wrestling that requires something to make the body slick (or sticky) definitely gets moved to the banned word list.

For the love....

Good Friday..

This morning as I did my yoga, I was praying about what this day means. "Sadness and love co-mingled down" is the line from a favorite song of mine. It seemed inadequate but it was a good mantra to repeat as I worked my way through my practice.

I then opened my e-mail and received a link to a writing by Kahlil Gibran (author of The Prophet) The entire writing is entitled The Crucified which you can read here http://www.bruderhof.com/articles/The Crucified

The part that captured my heart and imagination today is this one: "Humanity looks upon Jesus the Nazarene as a poor-born who suffered misery and humiliation with the weak. And he is pitied, for Humanity believes he was crucified painfully. And all that Humanity offers to him is crying and wailing and lamentation. For centuries Humanity has been worshiping the weakness in the person of the Savior.

The Nazarene was not weak! He was strong and is strong! But people refuse to heed the true meaning of strength.

Jesus never lived a life of fear, nor did he die complaining. He lived as a leader; he was crucified as a crusader; he died with a strength that frightened his killers and tormentors.

Jesus was not a bird with broken wings. He was a raging tempest who broke all crooked wings. He feared not his persecutors nor his enemies. Free and brave and daring he was. He defied all despots and oppressors. He saw the contagious pustules and amputated them. He muted Evil and he crushed Falsehood and he choked Treachery.

Jesus came not from the heart of the circle of Light to destroy the homes and build upon their ruins the convents and monasteries. He did not persuade the strong man to become monk or priest, but he came to send forth upon this earth a new spirit, with power to crumble the foundation of any monarchy built upon human bones and skulls. He came to demolish the majestic palaces, constructed on the graves of the weak, and crush the idols, erected upon the bodies of the poor. Jesus was not sent here to teach people to build magnificent churches and temples amidst the cold and wretched huts and dismal hovels. He came to make the human heart a temple, and the soul an alter, and the mind a priest.

There were the missions of Jesus Nazarene, and these are the teachings for which he was crucified. And if Humanity were wise, she would stand today and sing in strength the song of conquest and the hymn of triumph."

Sing on....