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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

john dunn

i have always enjoyed john dunn... and recently a very dear friend introduced me to this poem...



Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

leap second? ...who knew?


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Friday, December 23, 2005

the melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories

wandering through chapters brings so much joy into my life... drop me off there and i promise that will be content for many hours/ days. on a recent trip to such a place of wonder and greatness... a most outstanding person and i discovered a quite wonderful little book by tim burton. the only unwonderful thing was the outlandish price of the book... however i have found a few of the exerpts from this joy bringing book and thought it would be fun to share them... so here are a few of the 'other stories' from the melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories. (side note: books with pictures of chickens were also found on this trip... causing great laughter and wishes that life would provide the money to buy such things of greatness)

Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

To those who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.

He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make other people choke!

His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.

He'd stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.

The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.

One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.

His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.

The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?

As Roy's soul left his body
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

the promise and the pain...

Father in Heaven! We know indeed that seeking is never without its promise, how then could we fail to seek You, the author of all promises and the giver of all good gifts! We know well that the seeker does not always have to wander far afield since the more scared the object of his search, the nearer it is to him; and if he seeks You, O God, You are of all things most near!

But we know also that the seeking is never without its pains and temptations, how then would there not be fear in seeking You, who are mighty! Even he who trusts in thought to his kinship with You does not venture forth without fear upon those crucial decisions of thought where, through doubt, he seeks to trace Your presence in the wise order of existence or, through despair, he seeks to trace You in the obedience under providence of rebellious events. Those, whom You call Your friends, who walk in the light of Your countenance, they, too, not without trembling, seek the meeting of friendship with You who alone are mighty. People of prayer who love with their whole heart - it is not without anxiety that they venture into the conflict of prayer with their God. The dying man, for whom You shift the scene, does not relinquish the temporal without a shudder when You call him. Not even the child of woe, for whom the world has nothing but suffering, flee to You without fear, You who do not merely alleviate, but are all in all! How then should the sinner dare to seek You, O God of righteousness! But therefore he seeks You, not as these others do, but seeks You in the confession of sins


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Thursday, December 08, 2005

4:30 am

just thought it would be fun to post at this time of morning... sleep soundly world!

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

recent joys...

-the choir concert... (side note: pink and orange have put in a request to never be put together in an events calander again, orange is also asking to never be used in the poca-dot format again...)

-my family visiting

-turning to the last page of a response paper i was handed back to find my mark, but finding instead a page full of information aobut alzheimers. i flipped one more page and found my paper... apparently i had stappled the other sheet with mine... if anyone lost a printout on alzhiemers in the redeemer computor lab, i'm sorry, it was turned into professor haas along with a response paper on radical orthodoxy.

-the internet in my house working again (oh internet being down for a week... how much i did miss you when you were gone... although thanks to dan and bvo for setting up a temporary solution :).

-30 pages written in the last week.

-10 more to research and write in the next three days (wait... i dont think that's a recent joy... i'll leave that on for now... and talk to me on friday :)

-this msn conversation:
i hope that your paper has left a (sn)ish pace and is going as fast as an (ap)


umm... conversation is going well



i think that you should just write in your paper that you had all intentions of writting a paper, but you decided to build community instead

haha, vander meer would love that :)

i'm sure that he would... he seems to be up for such things

i could write the history of my paper

lol... that would be awesome

i think that if i'm ever a prof and someone does that, i would have to give them some type of credit

"well it began on a dark and stormy night not too long ago... actually, probably too recently for me to admit..."

i like that intro

... i think you should go with it!

i should just throw it in there, then start the real paper


i think that you should end it with "and the night turned into morning, lifting my tired hand from the keyboard to the mouse i moved it to the print botton and heard the lovely sound of the printing sheets. i looked at my bed... unslept in... and crawled in for a precious 10 min. before class..."

LOL :) that would be awesome

i think vander meer would find it humorous

or or give you the worst grade ever... it's kind of a toss up

later erin remarked: "most likely the second one"

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