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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Go Tell it on the Mountain...

I always mean to do some real writing in here.  I construct elaborate essays in my head when I lay down in bed for the night.    I write out introductions.  I have extensive supporting arguments.  I wrap it up all nice and neat.  I always mean  to use all of those professional writing skills that I learned in my 7 years of college.  I always mean to do alot of things.

We went out with some friends on Halloween.  Some folks from Pittsfield recently moved out here.  A couple they are.  One of them is in a band.  They played  a "party" at a restaurant.  It was a good and festive time.  The opening act was an extremely talented one man band.  He played several different instruments, sang a mean tune and put an a great show.  I was one of the few that did not dress up.  People like to dress up to disparage the religous.  Nuns, priests and even the pope were out in full force.

There is a course in front of the Supreme Court right now that recently caught my attention.   At issue is whether a religous artifact can be placed in a public park.  A town somewhere in the midwest allowed a private entity to erect a monument to the Ten Commandments.  The leaders of an obscure new-age religion sued because they were not allowed to erect their own monument.

I received a company wide email at work today.  They are encouraging everyone to decorate our desks for the holidays.  We were given ideas such as trees, boxes, garland, string and more.  But we are not allowed to have anything that implies a religion.  No crosses and no nativity scenes.

I am pretty disappointed that Proposition 8 passed in California.  The voters of California should have never had the opportunity to vote on such a thing in the first place.  I support efforts to overturn the vote.  I do not intend to lay out the argument for such a thing, but I do support a federal ruling banning states from barring homosexuals to marry.

I have been reading Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis.  There is a great chapter in there on Christian Marriage.   I think that his argument on divorce is relevant to this topic.

A great many people seem to think that if you are a Christian yourself you should try to make divorce difficult for every one.  I do not think that.  At least I know I should be very angry if the Mohammeans tried to prevent the rest of us from drinking wine.  My own view is that the Churches should frankly recognise that the majority of the British people are not Christians and, therefore, cannot be expected to live Christian lives.  There ought to be two distinct kinds of marriage: one governed by the State with rules enforced on all citizens, the other governed by the Church with rules enforced by her on her own members.  The distinction ought to be quite sharp, so that a man knows which couples are married in a Christian sense and which are not.

We have been trying to plan a wedding.  We are really not sure what we are going to do.  Weddings cost money.  Weddings cost alot of money.  Neither of us are willing to put much money into it.  We have very little savings.  What little we do have we wish to put towards a house someday.  I prefer to just get it over with.  We have toyed around with the idea of just doing a small thing and having a party in Pittsfield next summer.  A party, even a nicely put on one, is far cheaper than a wedding.  But we shall see.

Also in Mere Christianity is a great quote on love.  If we do have a slightly more formal wedding than what I would like I plan to have it as one of our readings.

Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing.  There are many things below it, but there are also things above it.  You cannot make it the basis of a whole life.  It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling.  Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all.  Knowledge can last, principles can lst, habits can last; but feelings come and go.  And in fact, whatever people say, the state called 'being in love' usually does not last.  If the old fairy-tale ending 'They lived happily ever after' is taken to mean 'They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married', then it says what probably never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were.  Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years?  What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships?  But, of course, ceasing to be 'in love' need not mean ceasing to love.  Love in this second sense - love as distinct from 'being in love' - is not merely a feeling.  It is a deep unity, reinforced by the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God.  They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself.  They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be 'in love' with someone else.  'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise.  It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.

It is a good book.  He lays out, in very plain language, a layman's understanding of Christianity.  But it is not without faults.  Most importantly, he has refused to take God on his word when it comes to murder.  He makes excuses for human behavior.  He suggests that God does the same.  He believes that there is a distinction between war and the death penalty with other forms of murder.  He believes, as far as I understand his argument, that God also recognizes this distinction.  Leo Tolstoy dealt with this false dichotomy quite well in "The Kingdom of God is Within You".

Obama was elected to be the next President of The United States of America.  I was happy to hear so.  I did not think that I would see a black man elected to that office in my lifetime.  I do not expect a terrible lot out of his presidency.  I do not expect him to be able to turn the path of this country around.  He is an extremely intelligent and thoughtful man.  But let me say that you can tell that he thinks deeply about things before he talks or acts.  I can respect that.

Laura visited this weekend.  I will post some pictures the next time around.  Suffice it to say that we had a great time while she was out here.  It was alot of fun.

I baked some chocolate chip cookies tonight.  They were delicious.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Psalm 10

LORD, why are you standing so far away?

Why do you hide when there is trouble?

In his pride the wicked man tries to catch helpless people

I hope that wicked people catch themselves with their bad plans!

The wicked boasts about what he wants.

He says good things about those that want more than is fair

He says very bad things about the LORD.

In his pride, the wicked does not look for God.

He will not even think of God.

Everything that the wicked does always works well.

He puts the rules of God far from him

He laughs at the people that do not like him.

He says to himself, "There will be no trouble for me

Nothing bad will ever happen to me or to my children".

His mouth makes bad promises.

It is full of words that are not true.

He says that he will do very bad things to people.

There is evil on his tongue.

He hides behind the bushes near the villages.

He watches in secret for people to hurt.

He jumps out and murders people that have done nothing wrong.

He lies like a lion under the cover of a bush.

He waits to catch someone that is helpless.

He does catch him and takes him away in his net.

He beats the helpless man.

The helpless man fails and falls under the stronger man.

He says to himself, "God forgot.

He hid his face. He never saw what happened".

Rise up, O God! Lift up your hand.

Do not forget the helpless people.

Why does the wicked man say such bad things about God?

Why does he think, 'God will not do anything about it?'

See it all, God, all the trouble,

all the oppressed people.

Decide what to do about it.

The helpless puts his trust in you.

You give help to the fatherless.

The arm of the wicked and evil man . . . break it (LORD)!

Tell him to explain what he has done.

He thought that you would not discover it!

The LORD will always be king.

The nations will not remain in his land for evermore.

You hear, LORD, what oppressed people want.

You listen when they pray. You give them something to hope for.

You care for the fatherless and the oppressed.

People from the earth will not frighten the poor again.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

In a bar, In a city...

Neon talking drowns
The voice
I am humbled
I am in awe
Remember
I must talk
I must talk


In this jungle
We all survive
My eyes burn from the smoke
Random memories come back
Laugh
Just laugh
Everyone is concerned
No one cares


Nervous fear produces
The most hearty laughter
Some smile
And some get angry
Some do not talk
Someone listens
Some fight
Some love
God listens

Friday, October 17, 2008

brown eyed women

I had big plans all day to post alot of information in here.  But it is late now.  It is 11:21pm as I am currently typing.  It is far past my bed time.  Pandora's quickmix feature is the only thing that is keeping me awake.

I am starting to settle into things at work nicely.  I like my job.  I like the atmosphere there.  I like the pay.  I wish that I did not have to be worried about the economy and layoffs.  I wish that I could just accept things that I have no control over.  

Perhaps I fret needlessly.  For now, I have it good enough.

It is supposed to rain tomorrow.  It is always supposed to 'rain tomorrow' in Portland after the first of October.  Sometimes it does.  Sometimes it does not.  Rain is a whole different thing out here.  I know that I have written about this before.

We have big plans for tomorrow.  If everything goes as planned we will do the following: 

We will wake up sometime between 9-930.  Lauren will make a favorite breakfast of mine dubbed 'fritatas'.  I have no idea what a fritata is but I do know that she makes a seasoned scrambled eggs with deep fried strips of corn tortillas served with sour cream and salsa that is to die for.  After breakfast we head out to the market.  This late in the year only the big downtown market is opened.  It is always the best market but sometimes I miss the little neighborhood markets.  We are going to get some apples and squash.  I no that I have written it many times before, but I can not emphasize enough how delicious and cheap food is at the farmer's markets here.  After the market we will go home for a little relaxation.  Then we head out for some sushi.   After sushi we go hiking in Forest Park.  We get back sometime between 4-5.  We are tired and do our own things for a while.  I might have energy and go for a bike ride or walk.  Or maybe I am tired and just need to relax a bit.  The Red Sox game comes on at 5pm.   We will work some dinner in there.  Most likely Lauren will cook something.  Being that it is the weekend I will attempt to help.   Instead, I will probably get in the way and get kicked out of the kitchen.  I will feel bad about this so I will clean up afterwards.  Hopefully the Sox win.  After the game maybe we watch a little Boondocks or perhaps I have gone out to rent a movie.  I have a glass of scotch and we call it a night.

Who knows what tomorrow may hold.  Those are my plans. 

I attend church regularly now.  I wrote about this last week if I remember correctly.  As a side note, I rarely remember what I write in here.  I write down all of the random thoughts that are in my head at the time or that I have been storing for a certain amount of time and move in.  I am often surprised by some of my entries.  At any rate, we ride our bikes to work every sunday.  I even missed part of the televised Bear's game last week.  That game hurt.

When we decided that we were going to attend regularly Lauren told me that we had to start giving when they passed the buckets around.  I must admit that I was skeptical.  I am always skeptical about giving my money away.  I have never had much.  I do not like to part with the little that I do attain.  I do not like to make purchases.  I do not like to pay taxes.  I do not like to give to charity.

However, a really telling moment happened the first time that we attended services.  As the money pouches were going around I noticed a young man in front of me 'pretend' to put money in the velvet pouch and pass it along.  Here was a man that knew what he should be doing.  He knew that he should be giving to his community.  He knew all of the good work that the church did.  He knew that to not give would sadden god.   But he was to selfish to give.  He tried to hide his selfishness from other church members.  He tried to hide from god.

I decided that day that I should always give.  Lauren does not think that we give enough.  I resisted at first.  But perhaps she is right.  We having been working on increasing our donation.

It is getting late...

The rain season is coming.  It is a time for contemplation.  It is never so brutally cold here that you shut down entire parts of yourself.  The winters are mild.  There are only a handful of days where you truly need a heavy sweater or  coat.  Instead, it is gray and wet.  It is always gray and it is always wet.  It is a testament to your spirit if you are able to own the wet gray days.  The soggy overcast days are easily conquerable.   In fact, if you only visit the Northwest, you would think them no big deal.  You would think them no big spiritual journey.  But the way of the winters here is not to knock you out in the first round.  The Northwest winter is slow and prodding.  It is gentle but persistent.  The winters here are truly beautiful and majestic.  To the casual observer this is, most likely, the only thing that you will notice.  But to the resident it is easy to get lost in the gray.  It is easy to forget that your entire life will not be spent damp and slightly chilly.  It is easy to forget that there is a sun and that it will reign again.

I am looking forward to the winter.  I love seasons.  They are a way for one to order or structure their life.  I can not imagine living in a place that does not have seasons.  I can not imagine that human beings are meant for such a climate.  I am still learning about the weather cycle out here.  What I had read before I moved set the ground work but it was by no means representative of what it is truly like to live here.  You have to spend some time here to truly capture the essence of the Pacific Northwest.  

It is even later...

I recommend that all of my readers check out  Yahoo's personalized page     I was a fan of igoogle for some time.  However, I mus admit that the My Yahoo page is far superior.  You can have tabs to your gmail if you have one.  Gmail is, after all, a superior email service.  It offers all of the things that that google custom page does and possibly more.  The site does all of this and provides a much cleaner and smoother platform for you to navigate through.  Lauren and I checked it out for only a few minutes and were sold.

It is late.

Good night.


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Weekend Update

I have not posted anything on here in a while.  I feel like I should.  I know that my fans are just dying to here from me.

Things have been going well out here.  Though nothing is perfect.

Sylvia and Josh moved out here a few weeks ago.  Sylvia was a friend of Lauren's in High School and college.  She moved out here with her boyfriend Josh.  It is really interesting for us to sit back and listen to their thought processes and experiences involved in choosing Portland.  They needed to get out of the Berkshires.  They had never been here before.  They decided that they wanted to live in a big city.  They decided they wanted to live near the ocean.  They decided that they did not want to live on the east coast.  They looked at all of the major cities and locations on the west coast.  San Francisco was too expensive.  Northern California did not have the job market.  Southern California was not their style.  Eventually, it boiled down to Seattle and Portland.  They chose Portland for a variety of reasons.  Portland is smaller.  Portland is closer to nature.  Portland has more of a small town feel.  Portland has better public transit.  Portland is cheaper.

The similarities are uncanny.

It is nice to have some folks out here from the home front.  They came over on Friday night to watch the Sox game.  We ordered take out chinese, drank Oregon Pinot, watched the game and had some nice chats.

I have been working for Yahoo! for 2 weeks now.  I am half way through a 4 week training program.  Last week was their annual 'employee appreciation week'.  The entire week was jam packed full of fun events.  We had cornhole, ping pong and guitar hero tournaments.  We had trivia, bingo and 'name that tune'.  We had team projects where everyone built bridges out of popsicle sticks.  The shut the business down on Thursday at 2pm.  We had a talent show.  Yahoo!'s got to show off their stuff.  The winner received a check for $500.  Then we had drinks and snacks.  We had breakfast and lunch served to us free of charge.

It is, overall, a pretty nice place to work.  The cafeteria is nice.  There is a free soda machine.  Unlimited drinks.  We have two large flat screen televisions.  One is always on MSNBC and the other is always on ESPN.  There is a cafe that has espresso, cappuccino, lattes, real frut smoothies and more free of charge.  We have game rooms with an xbox, ping pong, chess, checkers, etc.  They do well for making a semi-crappy job good.  And the pay and benefits are excellent.  I was able to provide Lauren with health insurance.  That might be the best benefit.

But I am worried.  The state of the economy has rumors of layoffs circulating throughout the nation.  My job is based on businesses having money to advertise on the internet.  That is based on people having enough money to shop.

I can only keep on plugging away.

Lauren and I have been attending a church.  http://www.imagodeicommunity.com/

I dig it.  Pastor Rick really knows how to lay down a message.  It is right in our neighborhood.  We ride our bikes there every Sunday.

Today's sermon was about Christmas.  As Pastor Rick jokingly stated, this is because 'we all really hate Halloween."  Imago Dei is a part of Advent Conspiracy.  http://www.adventconspiracy.org/  They are a network of churches that are trying to encourage people to leave the consumerism of Christmas behind.  As Rick said today, 'Consumerism is a relgion'.  And it is one that leaves us perpetually unsatisfied.  The idea behind this program is to get people to buy less, worship more and give more.  Our church will be holding a fundraising event where it encourages people to buy less presents and give more to the community.  The money last year went to building bridges in Africa.  In addition to that, this year they will be focusing of high school dropouts in Portland and our homeless population.  He tried to make the point pretty clear that this is not charity or simply giving.  It is about a change in thought processes regarding Christmas.

We went out to our pumpking patch yesterday.  See Lauren's blog for pictures.  It was the first time that we have done something for a 'second time' in Portland.  Lauren baked a delicious apple pie yesterday and is making some pumpkin pie later in the week.  I strongly encourage anyone that has not had home made pumpkin pie to try it.  It will rock your world.

She just made some fondue.  And I am hungry.  So we will have to continue this another time.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

October

I would like to see a Sox/Dodgers World Series.


I want to see Manny Ramirez receive a standing ovation before his first at-bat at Fenway.



Nothing else is respecatable.



After that, all gloves are off.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

some bright morning

And because of my anguish I was driven, naturally enough, to fervent though interested prayer.  But after all God does not care if our prayers are interested.  He wants them to be.  Ask and you shall receive.  It is a kind of pride to insist that none of our prayers should ever be petitions for our own needs: for this is only another subtle  way of trying to put ourselves on the same plane as God - acting as if we had no needs, as if we were not creatures, not dependent on Him and dependent, by His will, on material things too.