We had a little Christmas party here last night. Had about 25 people at one point. Bunch of people we went to High School with. It seems everyone is growing up and heading there different ways. Don't know quite how to put my finger on it, but it seems things are changing even as they stay the same.
Oh, well. 'Twas nice to see some of the old crew. Nice to know some of us haven't changed a bit.
So, I'm using the 'new' blogger.
Had a merry Christmas. Got some neat shirts, neat food, and a couple of neat books. Ooh, and bookstore giftcards. Someone knows what rocks.
Anyway, it's nearly time to defenestrate last year, for one final sternutation and gasp for the year 2006. Hoping for a new year with new neat stuff. Who knows?
Happy New Year!
We won last night, 72-32. I got semi-accused of running up the score. I probably didn't do as much as I could have to keep it down, but there's a really fine line between being mean and running up the score, and being insulting in not running up the score.
In related news, my sisters return to Kansas tomorrow! Woohoo!
A comment on the UU Hymnal.
Wow. My sister sent me that link. She highlighted this section, which specifically talks about one of the guidelines that this hymn 'correction' group followed :
Memory bank hymns: whenever possible we will use 'invisible mending' when dealing with difficult language, especially in the first verse. What we mean by 'invisible mending' is language which is not so startling that it obliterates the message; language that makes a difference with out being shocking
I don't understand the following things, I mean, about their basic language issues -
At this point, why butcher the cultural traditions of the hymns any further? Just compose all new ones. Really. Wow. Could you even sing How Great Thou Art to their new version? I mean, lyrically, does it even work with the music?
The thing that frustrates me the most is that they intend to re-cast these hymns to uphold their theological viewpoints. At that point, why bother? You're actually destroying part of the history of the church by doing this, by trying to disclaim or detract from the the expressions of the original artists.
Oh, and humorous response to the 'inclusive version' of the Nicene Creed. It was designed as an exclusive statement! It was designed to define what Christianity was by excluding the theological oddities that were coming in! And we have an 'inclusive version' of it? Good Job, guys. Next you'll be saying that when Christ said, "I am the way, the truth and the life," that it was really, "I am a way, a truth, and some kind of life..."
Oh, wait. Yeah, it's all about changing perceptions subtly enough so people don't realize what's changed.
Just write your own hymns! Quit trying to change ours!
So, we lost both games today. I ended up short one on Jr. High. We lost by 20 or so, we played pretty good in stretches, but not as good as we could have overall. But still more to work on. We were three down on High School, so only 7... and we lost one for the second quarter when he dislocated his shoulder. He ended up coming back, but we had a bunch of other kids in foul trouble. Ended up using two of the Jr. High kids during the game. Lost by 12, but they played about as well as they have all season.
It's this kind of day, this time of the year that I wish would never end.
I, unaccountably, am having a good time tonight. It's actually fun today - I got to do some cool stuff at work that I enjoyed doing, and made my boss pretty happy. Then, I came home and made myself a box of Mac and Cheese that I proceeded to consume by myself, therefore ensuring that I have had enough carbohydrates and sodium to last me the rest of the year.
I am seriously the coolest person in the Western Hemisphere right now. I am not making this up.
Basketball games tomorrow versus Manhattan. Be tough, going to be down 2 players on H.S. including the offensive-powerhouse-when-he's-not-in-foul-trouble. The others should pick it up for us.
Now, I think I'm going to read some Al Reynolds, play some video games, or watch a movie for the rest of the evening. Seriously, this is cool, being a bachelor and having my roommate gone and I can do whatever I want. Who says I should give this up? Why should I want to give this up?
Viva la Bachelorautonomy!!!!
The squishy and the enunciation of a slow
and callous heart from the deprecated
realities. Hasten and wasted for realized
to ignoble revoiced celebrations of a
darkened mobiles that bring forth a
vacuum cleaning by the chess piece of
a deteriorating throughout, stochiomatic
wastrels and answers brough from a
near term relaxation. Customs and
safey for northern pores and stones.
the cost. the enormity of it all.
the faithless and the anthrophile.
Management by perspective and expectations
Clouds and forks of poignant dissonance
denial and forecasting, granted in coma.
Wrote this up during a meeting yesterday. I was paying attention to the meeting, which is why this is a little off my usual high quality abstract poetry. Sorry.
Ball games today. My Jr. High boys almost came back from 1-19 shooting in the first half, but it proved to be too much of a hill to climb, we lost by 6 after closing it to two. Second half was pretty good. High School picked up the W! Good defense, some decent offense, I think they're starting to get the picture of running the offense usually results in scoring. Hopefully the trend can continue.
Next game is Saturday against Manhattan... Friendly Rivalry!
A message to everyone who smokes: Stop with the cancer sticks! Theys' bad fer ya. Anyway.
I just helped one of my users who was receiving an error message : "Could not allocate memory to class 'ExceptionDialog'"
I'll let those of you who can work out why that's transcendentally funny.
There were two last adjustments to be performed, then it would be finished. Jeremiah and Matthew went about them silently, listening to the quiet melody of whirring fans and the hum of electronics.
"What do you think about the red shift?" Matthew's question broke two hours of abstinence from speech. There had been little need for vocalization, both boys were experienced enough in the minute details of their work.
"Not going to make much difference at this range." Jeremiah's economical words were strung like a piano, acknowledging the underlying pressure in their situation. "It's insignificant, and the onboard navigator can compensate for it."
"I know. It's just... all over but the waiting. Did you ever think it would be like this? This desperate?" Matthew's voice was a contrast to his words.
"No." Jeremiah's tone hung like a solitary piece of cloth waving gently over a smoking field. "I never thought it would start, little brother. It was always just a scare story to me. Now... Now it's real, nothing I can dream of or pray for will change that."
A small, barely audible ping sounded from Jeremiah's console. He sighed, as though feeling the sadness of the last five years were upon him. He reached, engaged the field. The floor shuddered beneath them.
Reposting, please comment! Please!
Consider this to be a franchise reboot. The old stuff is gone, and what is coming forth is what is here now. I am going to actively try to be more cerebral and less willing to post personal-related stuff on here. Probably not going to be that great of a blog, but we'll see. Have fun.
Vincennes is a city in Indiana and Italy.
