Proverbs 10:19

Two exciting things happened today:

One, I installed RAM on my computer.  And when I say I installed RAM, I mean, I, myself, physically installed new RAM in my computer at work.  I won't tell you exactly what that involves....cuz I know there are some of you who are impressed right now, and might not be as much if I told you how one installs RAM.  Last week, Josh invited me to join the "Advanced Support Team" at Cramer IT.  I accepted.  The first step to being a true part of this team - install your own RAM, next step - set up a VPN and learn GUI.

Two, I did a walk-thru of the cutest house in all of Iowa City.  This is where I want to live next year.  I am madly in love.  For real, I can't stop thinking about this house.  It's like having a crush on someone.  Only even more amazing.

When I use my debit card at places like HyVee, the little card swiper machine always goes through the same routine questions.

Debit, credit card...etc.?

Cash back?

Amount OK?

Just once, I want to say, no, the amount is not okay.

$3.41   Amount okay?

No?  I'll give you $1.50.

Sorry, $3.00 is the lowest I'll go.

Fine, these granola bars are pretty good, I'll give you $2.50, and that's my final offer.

Sold!  Bag those granola bars!

Wouldn't that be great?  I asked the guy at HyVee about this the other night, he said it just cancels out the transaction.  How unfortunate.  But comforting at the same time.  Now I don't have to bum about all those great bargains I've been missing out on.

I honestly don't know what has gone wrong with my mind.  I can't seem to think of anything to say on here...ever.

 Seriously.  I promise you I have tried, on more than one occasion, to post something.  And then nothing comes.  Even right now, as I type this, I wonder if it's actually going to turn into a post.  Or if I am going to think to myself, "Wow.  I have bored myself.  There is no need to make anyone look at this."  That's what has happened every other time.

But I might bore you with this one.  Just so you all know that I am alive.  And I haven't forgotten about you.  

Cheers.  To all my faithful readers out there, who regularly check this page for an update on my life.

 I have nothing to update you on.  But I still care about you.

 And, I really love typing on my laptop.  It makes a cool sound.

So, I'm not usually one to make a big deal about birthdays.

But today happens to be the day that I am celebrating 25 years of life on earth.

If you would like to help me celebrate, I am registered at Target.  Just look for me under the baby registry.

They should really create a "Special Occasions" registry for people like me.

This past summer, in New Orleans, I finally grabbed ahold of an opportunity to do something I've always wanted to do.

Our community room was always chalk-full of guitars, and a ton of the people down there played the guitar.  So I decided to learn how to play.  I didn't get the chance to learn this until the last couple of weeks of the summer, so I think I got in about an hour total of instruction on what I was doing.  But I liked it.  So I've been trying to keep it up.

Back in Iowa City, my roommate, Laura, has a guitar she's not using too regularly.  So I have borrowed it for the time being.  I've been taking time as often as possible to play around and practice some chords, learn some new ones.  You know, attempt to get good at it.

Well, last night, I went to church early to hang out with the music people.  They get together before house church every Sunday evening to practice.  Jonathan told me this would be a good way to learn some more stuff about playing the guitar.  What Jonathan didn't mention was that he would probably make me play at church if I showed up.  So I showed up yesterday, guitar in hand, ready to learn some stuff from some guys who know what they're doing. 

I ended up playing at church.  It was actually surprisingly fun.  I'm excited that I am a part of a small church that encourages this sort of thing.  I'm not good.  Don't worry.  I'm not some sort of naturally amazing musician who just learned and can lead worship now.  But Jonathan did a great job of helping me know what to do and how, and there were enough people playing that I didn't stick out when I didn't play well.  And I had a really good time.  I'm all about doing this every week now.  Someday, dude, I am going to be good at this.

I am now attempting to add photos into my blog.  In case it doens't work, there are two new photos in my album.  You can see them there.

But here's my attempt.

This is a picture of New Orleans from high above the earth.

 

OOOO, fun.

And this is a close-up shot of our "Compound"

 

I feel smart.  You can even click on these to make them bigger and easier to see.  If you find yourself that curious.  Which you should. :)

 

 

I have a new phone number.  If you want it, comment me, and I'll get it to you.

 I won't be offended if you don't ask for it.  Don't worry.

How the current Evolution vs ID debate will effect the confidents (I believe this to be the word "confidence") of today's youths as they grow up in a world fraught with division.

 

I think the topic itself answers the question...?...

Dude…I am so not this kind of blogger…. 

 

Rhode Island – Neither a road nor an island….

 

My mind went on a long tangent as I tried to respond to this.  It came to a stop at Jack Handey, and one of my favorite Deep Thoughts ever: 

"Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind."

Hey!  You guys stole the penguins thing from my blog layout!  How uncreative! 

 Anyway, I love penguins.  They are so fun to watch.  Similar to ducks, it baffles me that they don't tip over when they walk.

Right now, I am thinking about the movie "Madagascar" and how the penguins are always talking to the zebra and calling him "My monochramatic friend".  And do you know how this connects with anything?  I have two blogs, the other is at MySpace.  I asked for topic ideas on my other blog, also, and someone told me to blog about zebras (and cheese).  All sorts of black and white topic requests! How ironic!

Speaking of irony, the other day, I overheard someone giving someone else an email address, and the email address was at writeitdown.org.  I was intrigued.  So I checked out this website.  Here is a tidbit from the homepage of writeitdown.org.

"The Society for the Preservation of the Written Word was founded to preserve and continue the grand tradition of correspondence and the creative writing process through the use of pen and paper. Our mission is to encourage correspondence through traditional methods, utilizing paper and pen, or similar devices."

Does anyone else find it ironic that as a member of this society, you can get an email address?

Presuppositionalism may be defined as insistence on an ultimate category of thought or a conceptual framework which one must assume in order to make a sensible interpretation of reality:

 

Once upon a time, there was a boy.  His name was Presuppositionalism.  He went to a really fun school where there was a huge, glorious playground.  He loved recess, when he could go outside and run, and swing, and slide, and climb, and everything a young boy could dream of.  He had a friend who lived next door to him.  His friend went to a different school.  His school had a tetherball pole, with no ball.  That was it.

 

One day, Presuppositionalism and his friend, Tom, got into a huge argument over whether or not recess was the coolest part of the day.  Tom thought recess was boring, and preferred gym class.  Presup just could not understand why someone would rather go to gym class than recess. 

 

They never quite saw eye to eye.  And that was sad.

 

 

 

PS The definition of presuppisitionalism came from http://mywebpages.comcast.net/webpages54/ap/presup.html