| They even have the intrarnet up here! |
[Sep. 7th, 2005|01:34 pm] |
So, we have a home in the great white north. It's a pretty nice apartment. Technically a basement, but only really half underground, so we have normal sized windows with that silly amenity, natural light. The new address is
10160 83rd Ave apt #104
Edmonton, AB T6E 2C4
New phone numbers are 780-221-4762 for Holly and 780-221-4763 for me. We have unlimited incoming after 6pm mountain time.
There are plenty of picture to post from the drive out. As soon as we have internet at home and those sorts of silly things, they may even get posted! For now it's ye 'ole Cyber Cafe. |
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| I do |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|10:11 pm] |
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and we did. all done! yay!
Everyone who was there, thank you, we love you, you're awesome for coming out and everything. The location was basically out of the way for everyone involved and it's awesome that so many people made the trek. I hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as we did. Everyone who was not there, we missed you, and I'm sorry we didn't get to see you. So far the only pictures I have seen are from the disposable camera Mrs. Pass was carrying around and they came out fabulous. We're seeing the most honorable maid for dinner acquisition tomorrow, so perhaps we can check out some of the photos her truly awesome mother took. We're still on the lookout for a thank-you gift for her, so if anyone knows where I could get a statue of a chipmunk riding a turtle, let me know.
Now we're home with an enormous pile of gifts and Holly-possessions in the middle of the living room floor and a job to return to. oh well. Ogunquit was fabulous, I have some pictures and stuff for later. Have to dig the camera out of the piles of suitcases first.
update accomplished, woowoo
today was cool because it really seemed like it was just like a Monday, but tomorrow is a Friday. How often do you have a week that badass?
experimented with make-up-the-recipe-as-you-go-along homemade BBQ sauce today. It was pretty good. Couldn't have been bad, we ate 3lbs of boneless ribs. I have some ideas for making it really good next go 'round. |
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| panic |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|10:10 pm] |
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| | panic | ] |
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| | panic, by the paniced | ] |
panic
panic
panic
panic
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| Meme sniped |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|12:07 am] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Phanatik - Press On | ] |
Well, since jedi brewmaster ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) paran0ya keeps linking me off his journal, I had figured I'd better update. There's not much on here but 5 month old vows to update more often. It's becoming shameful. Thankfully littleghostgirl slipped me the meme. We all remember Hakeem Rajaswari of Leftnut, Colorado who broke a meme chain and was subsequently dragged for 30 miles behind a subway car while his grandma's house burned down. Both of my Grandmas have passed away, but they do have subways in Edmonton. I wouldn't want to be eaten by miniature bears post dragging.
My 6 favorite songs as of the present moment.... 6 is hard. who ever heard of top 6 anyway? there's top 3, top 5, top 10, top 40... top 6?
In no order
Five Iron Frenzy - Banner Year
SuperChic[k] - We Live
Five Iron Frenzy - On Distant Shores
Cross Movement - Live Forever
Phanatik - The AmazinGrace
Jennifer Knapp - Undo Me
Apparently the nature of this meme dictates that I select unwilling victims. That's how they spread. Like a virus.
illusivemotive is always a reliable source for whatever's both new and bizarre in popular music
promisxe brings the indie flavor, In the event she reads my journal and doesn't defriend me for memeing her.
voltais what's new in the VG remix scene?
kintarokun I choose you! Lonestar love
that makes me feel so dirty. such a slave |
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| california fruit |
[May. 15th, 2005|12:24 pm] |
If anyone ever approaches me with an avocado again, they had best be armed.
That is all |
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| tick tock |
[May. 2nd, 2005|10:25 pm] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
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| | GRITS - Factors of the 7 | ] |
Time keeps counting with or without me I suppose. In a lot of ways I feel a lot closer to where I want to be. In other ways I'm still standing on the blocks. Thankfully practical every day life things seem to be coming together, even if not primarily through my initiative. Listening to Factors of the Seven again. As mentioned previously, this album is all about atmosphere.
Working 7 to 7 this week and probably next. Hooray for overtime anyway.
Meditations on FIF
Freedom means love without condition. Knowing no matter how far you fall short you will be made whole and fit again. When you do fall, you are neither forgotten nor abandoned. You are a cannonball, a burning arc of precision destruction carefully trained on the lofty stone barrier that held you back or the buttressed gates of someone else's worldly citadel. Mercy changes you so that love can free you. The Truth will make you free, the true love is love without condition, love without condition is the Truth. Freedom from worry, freedom from fear, freedom from sorrow. By grace, every new day is a new chance to fly with a new sense of awe. |
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| 7 to 7 is 12. yum |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|12:47 am] |
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| | anxious | ] |
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| | Five Iron Frenzy - on distant shores | ] |
Ring is in the mail, another sign that this is really happening. We'll see how I handle receiving it. It's a silly little piece of metal, saved from duty in the wing of some fighter jet somewhere, but it means so much more and I've wanted it for so long.
I was formulating a little meditation I was going to post, but I spend way too much time when I post and it's become way too late to begin it. sorrow |
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| Friday evening roundup |
[Apr. 22nd, 2005|05:37 pm] |
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| | mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | GRITS - The Art of Transformation | ] |
Ringage has been ordered. bookery actually already has hers by virtue of its fabulously elegant simplicity. For mine they sent a sizing kit. I guess what with Titanium not being so much on the what you would call malleable side, they like to get it right the first time. I went with the first one. I did also adore the inlays, but the cost just wasn't justified to me. It is, for those too lazy to scroll down, available for viewing here:
http://tistyle.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=AG&Product_Code=1-015
I ordered brushed center and polished sides.
Hotel is also reserved, details from hollywedding Also reserved a room in Ogunquit Maine for some honeymooning. Bar Harbor was too far and Cape Cod too closely resembled smoking shredded $20s rolled in a $100.
I am going bowling tonight. It will be fabulous. The last time I went bowling was in Allentown, years ago. I recall paran0ya and Dani being there, but that's about it. There were other people I'm sure. Seems like Chris and illusivemotive were involved. We will see how the ETS multi-group crew tears up the timbers on the tried and true Colonial Lanes of Trenton NJ.
Wawa coffe is love |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 7th, 2005|11:55 pm] |
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| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pillar - Hypnotized | ] |
Had REACH training today. I showed up on time unlike last week when I had mistakenly written down 7:30 instead of 7:00. I'm really excited about it, and nervous too I guess. It's an outreach/visitation ministry. It's something I used to think I could never do, so I guess I'm challenging myself to put away the excuses and hit the pavement. I think last year when I was visiting aunt Bert while she was dying I realized I'd been lying to myself. So here I am a year later. I've realized lately, how all of the artificial barriers I've erected for myself have been systematically torn down and proven fruitless and false. I want the courage to throw the rest of them away without needing to be brow beat with the truth.
In other news, I have it down to 4 candidates I think. I know I'm supposed to just decide myself, but I need help! what do you think?
http://tistyle.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=AG&Product_Code=1-015
http://tistyle.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=AG&Product_Code=1-024
http://tistyle.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=AG&Product_Code=2-030W
http://www.e-weddingbands.com/store/6mmtiplat1center.html
It's funny. I was about to be done, but I really don't like the song that just came on the radio. Now I'm sitting here trying to think of things to say until it goes away. Hoping there'll be something I like to put in the 'Current Music' field. Rats, I don't really like this song either, but I like the band. That'll do, that'll do.
11:55 is gonna do it for me. has anyone seen my Holly? she's the one with the long hair and kitten heel flipflops |
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| Memezorizing, and stuff |
[Mar. 26th, 2005|12:00 am] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | Jennifer Knapp - Breathe on Me | ] |
bold the states you've been to, underline the states you've lived in and italicize the state you're in now...
Alabama / Alaska / Arizona / Arkansas / California / Colorado / Connecticut / Delaware / Florida / Georgia / Hawaii / Idaho / Illinois / Indiana / Iowa / Kansas / Kentucky / Louisiana / Maine / Maryland / Massachusetts / Michigan / Minnesota / Mississippi / Missouri / Montana / Nebraska / Nevada / New Hampshire / New Jersey / New Mexico / New York / North Carolina / North Dakota / Ohio / Oklahoma / Oregon / Pennsylvania / Rhode Island / South Carolina / South Dakota / Tennessee / Texas / Utah / Vermont / Virginia / Washington / West Virginia / Wisconsin / Wyoming / Washington D.C /
Go HERE to have a form generate the HTML for you.
Green Tea Chai is delicious, I thought you should know.
We had a maundy Thursday service for the first time in ten years last night. I sort of vaguely remember it from back then, mostly because of the feet washing.
There was going to be a lot more about that, but then I talked on the phone for 45 minutes and now I'm sacking out, bbl |
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| fear it |
[Mar. 9th, 2005|06:57 pm] |
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| | ironic | ] |
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| | Willie Nelson - On the Road Again | ] |
I just bought music through iTunes. I am so 21st century it hurts.
Update:
Sweet Mercy, I've already bought something on impulse. This demon spawn must be uninstalled now! |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 6th, 2005|10:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jennifer Knapp - Breathe on Me | ] |
Started a new class this morning. Actually they started last week, but I was ringing bells. They're using a Strobel book, which I just ordered. Can't seem to get away from Rick Warren. Apologetics has never been my strong suit, especially intellectual apologetics. It has never been challenging for me to believe/understand in my heart certain things that are more taxing when approached intellectually. I also have a fundamental objection to some aspects of intellectual apologetics. Some things I believe people must simply witness and come to in their hearts. Trying to rationalize in the human mind all aspects of an infinite God is like teaching a dog calculus. Our minds work in ways that a dog's mind does not. Why are we so confident we understand all the ways the mind of an almighty creator works? It's the same kind of human arrogance that leads to a lot of the battlefields apologetics frequents. We have a need to box God into concepts of time, thought and emotion that we can relate to our own human experience, which I find ridiculous.
Today's topic was truth and exclusivity, which is really... really... did I mention really, hard to talk about. We hardly talked about it at all and instead flew around it in slow, lazy but well calculated circles waiting for the last breath of controversy to whistle away. After I get the book and read Strobel's entire chapter perhaps I'll have something constructive to say. On the other hand this kind of apologetics is easier for me to approach. I'm not overwhelmed by frustration when the intellectual concepts involved are grounded more in philosophy.
I had something light and entertaining to add to this, but it's lost to me now. oh well |
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| Freedom means love without condition |
[Mar. 2nd, 2005|09:47 pm] |
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| | excited | ] |
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| | Superchic[k] | ] |
Sooooo....
The Frigid North. The great frontier. The barren plains... surrounded by... nothing, and, did we mention, there are in fact, bears. Very large bears. Bears that can eat you. This is going to be so cool. I can't wait. We're getting out of the Northeast. We're going somewhere, doing something.
I'm still not certain on the grad school thing. I guess I'm a flip-flopper, good thing we're leaving the country for a while. I enjoy electronics and the intellectual pursuit of problem solving, I just don't know if my heart's in it. I've also had trouble finding any friendly professors at the school, which may not be helping. I'm going to finish the application and give it its chance though. I pushed Holly to do hers; I won't be so cowardly as to not even try after that. I feel like I should be looking for a job in full time ministry. Time, and patience (however little time there is for patience), will tell.
Comfort and love goes out to the Kizzy-tizzy/kate-ate-ate-ate. We hope your foot heals up fast.
Bell rehearsal makes me so happy. I need to get back in to music. Maybe I should start taking guitar lessons or something.
Is it bad that Evelyn makes a post that she describes as stream of consciousness and it seems to read just like my ordinary posts? =) I swear I can write "properly." I just don't see any reason to. Been working on something sup-ar sekrit (ok, not really at all) of a creative bent with comrade Vincent. Creativity is making me very happy.
I need to start recording in writing some meditations. I hate to think how big a log I could have to parse through if I bothered to write things down.
It's cold up there. There are bears in them thar hills. And it is awesome. I don't *dis*like the north east.... It's just so exciting to be going somewhere, doing something new, with the one person I want to do it with.
(Grade Level 4, checkit. rockin the fragments strictly in the hardcore sense. Also, I like Factors of the Seven better each time I listen to it. it has such atmosphere)
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Nothing to prove and nothing to lose. |
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| rockin' the OT, prophet style |
[Feb. 24th, 2005|01:32 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
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| | GRITS - Sippin' Some Tea | ] |
Ezekial 4:9
it's a pretty boring piece of the bible. The book of Ezekial overall is pretty cool, he's probably the most organized and coherent prophet, but chapter 4 is no fire cracker. it beats deuteronomy for light reading I'm sure.
The point though, is 4:9 seems to be a recipe for bread, and trader joe's has the brand that carries its name. The ingredients are:
Organic Sprouted Wheat
Organic Sprouted Barley
Organic Sprouted Millet
Organic Malted Barley
Organic Sprouted Lentils
Organic Sprouted Soybeans
Organic Sprouted Spelt
Water
Yeast
Sea Salt
Sesame Seeds
zero flour
it is absolutely fabulously tasty bread. If ole Dr Atkins had made a bread recipe, I'm sure this would be it, not the chemical cocktails sold under his name.
I figured it wouldn't be too meaningful to run document stats on this one.
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getch'ya cups up! |
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| doubleplicity |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|09:05 pm] |
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| | excited | ] |
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| | GRITS - Dichotomy B | ] |
Foom, my monthly update rate has doubled. Check it suckas. I have added a snazzy new friend today. Friends rock. She's also a remarkably prolific updater. Perhaps I shall find motivation.
Something occurred to me a while ago as I was driving through the wretched state of Connecticut somewhat in excess of the posted speed limit. The two secular bands that fit in best with my own moral compass and understanding of Christian morality are Bad Religion and, excepting the advocacy of violence in conflict resolution, Rage Against the Machine. I haven't entirely decided what to think of that. There are only a handful of Bad Religion lyrics I disagree with. I disagree about the appropriate response to the situation. The fact that I wrote that while sipping chai makes me feel like a dirty dirty coffee house intellectual. I'm sipping it out of a big ass speakeasy.net mug too. I am so Y2K.
Got the application in order today. Need to mail the recommendation forms and things to the professors who have been kind enough to offer to endorse me.
This album is really growing on me. When I first got it I was very 'meh, adds nothing to their previous catalogue, a predictable tour of duty in the recording studio.' I shelved it disappointed. Decided to break it out today and it's really surprising me. Also, as I finished my cup of bourgeois chai a track named 'Sippin' Some Tea' started. When we don't comprehend the divine in the apparent coincidences that fill every day, we need to peel the scales off.
WoW continues to hold my interest, yay for that. I just don't spend enough time playing games anymore to play EQ. I don't really have any great sense of loss over that.
Word informs me that the Flesch-Kincaid grade level of this entry is.... 7! I like to keep it accessible for you all, y'know how it is. The addition of this last bit has reduced it to 6.9! We are up to almost 70% readability rating though. I think this is my subconscious reaction to doing nothing but preparing stale and character free customer service responses all day. I try to sneak in some personality when I can, but you need to have a bit of a feel for the particular recipient first. I challenge you to try to get your papers to register 60%+ readability, a 12th grade reading level, and 10% or fewer passive sentences in that thing. It's a special kind of art. So I come home and write in my journal in a random mess of semi literate marginally coherent 7th grade sentences. woowoo
I have all kinds of lunatic customer stories, but I just don't feel up to sharing them today. I will leave you with this snippet from last week.
Caller: "I talked to someone last year who was very knowledgable about this. What was her name?"
Matt: "Pardon? You'd like to be transferred to someone specific? I can get my phone directory."
Caller: "Yes, what's the name of the lady I talked to last year?"
...stunned silence...
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why do my eyes hurt?
you've never used them before |
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| I never said that |
[Feb. 14th, 2005|11:27 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Ambassador - When It's on in the Whirlwind | ] |
So, weekly, yeah, right. boom sizzle boom splash went that. I just haven't tuned into the journaling thing yet. The idea I enjoy, and even in the few paltry entries I have accumulated I find value in going back and seeing what I was saying just a few short months ago. It's just not my first second or third reaction to anything to go toss it up on the ol' LJ.
Progress has been made, I sucked down my... fear... pride... whatever it is and e-mailed some former professors and colleagues from KNS to ask for recommendations. Hopefully some of them will respond favorably in the short term, or at least remember who I am. It wouldn't do well to have to refer to myself as 'the long haired kid who once slept through your midterm' to perk Frey's memory. (he actually bought the story and let me take a make-up saying "I just have to believe that. You're too smart to tell a story that pathetic as a lie." mind you the make up had already been written and scheduled for a couple people who were legitimately absent.) I also sent an introduction to the dept. at Alberta, hopefully I'll connect favorably with some professors there. It's getting late in the season to score funding, so I think I'll probably need to be in personally with a faculty member.
In other news, a big shout out to the MHC mail room. Holly's Valentine's Day present was delivered early AM the 12th and they couldn't manage to get a slip in her box by the end of the day on the 14th. My Holly spending all day flipping out is not an acceptable state of things.
I've taken up a challenge for lent, rather than given something up (although I should probably give up beer or something for a while, weight isn't coming off anymore.) I'm going to pray for the same thing every day for the 40 days. I am keen on the idea. First because I have something important to me to focus that attention on, and second because it's something I'm horrible at. It hasn't come naturally to me for a long time. And then I expect to just pick back up one day and be familiar and disciplined, so frustration increases. I've discounted the significance of the practice and discipline for a long time, and I want to get take this opportunity to get back on track and do it well and with discipline and conviction.
I used to be so good at transitions, the fact that there is such a thing as a transition doesn't even seem to be acknowledged in this journal.
I finished Christopher Moore's Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal a few days ago. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it not just for the great humor. There's rather a good deal more sex than one finds in the canonical gospels, but the book is shockingly and surpassingly reverent. The way the story brings out the person of Christ, being wholly human and wholly god motivates a lot of reflection. The accurate portrayal of the relationship between the Jews and gentiles and Romans also lends some insight and understanding to that dynamic in the early church that amateur study of scripture does not, in my opinion, make obvious. Also, if I didn't mention, there's a lot of sex. (however, he thankfully does not make the classic assumption that Mary Magdalene is the woman in Luke 7) |
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| ...but, can he keep it? |
[Jan. 7th, 2005|12:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cross Movement, Hip-Hop-cracy | ] |
So perhaps, as a resolution of resorts, I should resolve to update in a weekly manner. The notion of the journal continues to intrigue me, but the execution of it just doesn't seem to find its way into my day. Perhaps I should simply start illicitly posting from work. Oh how things grow so alluring when made forbidden.
I was listening to Five Iron Frenzy's 'The End is Here' live recording earlier. It's their last show together. The whole thing makes me feel like a dirty dirty voyeur. I can't even imagine the amount of emotion involved for so much of it to come out and smack you from the recording alone. The man is choking out the second verse of Every New Day between sobs and here I am bopping around New Jersey in a late model Ford people-mover feeling moved by it. It's unsettling.
This week began the 8 hour days. One can't really complain too much about working 8 hours a day. It's kind of expected and all. The whole 7.5 wonderland was nice and all, but I was aware of the coming change when I took the job, so there's not much griping to do. On the other hand, the rise of the mandatory hour-long lunch break and mandatory 8am-5pm shift is pissing me off. It has essentially doubled my commute time with the shift into traffic primetime, and what exactly am I suppose to do in that shitty building that's close to nowhere useful for an hour? Dicking around on the internet is verboten, so it's sitting around in our dump of a cafeteria reading I suppose. I'm going to start lobbying to work 7 to 4, but I don't have high hopes. Maybe I could go for a 90 minute lunch and drive over to the gym in Z. |
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