A blog whereby I motivate myself, and my readers, to punch me in the mouth.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007


I once went to a church where they got into a big discussion about whether or not you should participate in Halloween. A (very) few people thought it was fine. Some other people thought it was big-time EVIL. And a third contingency thought it was okay, so long as you Jesus-themed it--like by carving a cross or a dove into your pumpkin instead of scary faces.

That is not the funny part. The funny part is a quote from the youth minister (quiet seriously, I'm afraid), who in order to rebuke this heresy of Jesus-Pumpkining said:

"Carving a cross in a pumpkin is like putting a bible verse on a condom!"

The worst part is, I've never been able to figure out whether or not it would really be such a bad idea to put verses on your condoms. :-\


Monday, October 22, 2007

He's so dreamy!

A little boy from Emma's school drove past as Deb was picking her up:

Emma: Mom, do you know that boy?
Deb: No. Do you?
Emma: No.. but I want to.
Deb: (pause) Why do you want to know him?
Emma: Because he is a real boy.
Deb: Well, aren't the boys in your class real boys?
Emma: Yeah.. but he is a rocker boy! That's why I want to know him. I saw him play air guitar on recess! I play air guitar!

I swear I can hear the sound of the motorcycle under her window right now.


Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Couldn't think of a good headline for this

This is amazing. Just.. layers and layers.. of amazing.

Let it wash over you.

Waves of astonishment, humor and horror.
And then another wave of humor. Followed by more astonishment.
Then astonished humor. And some aghast-ness. Possibly.

Wow. Just.. wow.

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Friday night

Friday night, thanks almost entirely to Josh and Steph, Deb and I went to The Canopy Club with a bunch of friends to see Monte Montgomery.

Well, we didn't really go to see Monte. We went because we wanted to go. Out. With each other. And friends. To [almost anywhere but in this particular case] the Canopy.

But Monte ruled. He was like.. for about the first three songs.. a dead split between Mr. Big and Stephen Curtis Chapman. Which is not at all as unpleasant as it might at first sound. Kinda like dipping your fries in your frosty.

Later on, he went ahead and stretched out a little, and we got some shades of Satriani, Lindsey Buckingham, SRV and Lord only knows who else. The guy has got great vocals, great songs, an un-be-lievable backing band (consisting only of a drummer and a bass player, both of whom had excellent vocals), and then additionally has guitar chops that are totally ridiculous. Not just lead, not just rhythm, not just rock, country, pop or jazz. Ridiculous.

And to put the final twist in the knickers, their gear didn't show up. So the only two pieces of equipment on stage that were theirs were the bass and the guitar. No amps, rented drum kit, playing plugged straight into the PA.

To anyone who gets the chance to see this guy I say, "Go do it!"

As far as getting out of the house is concerned, that was super. In a continuing stream of pretty-lame-ness, especially for a purported musician, the Canopy is a place that I've never been. I liked it. It struck me as a pretty straight-forward rock and roll club. Not fancy. They're certainly about the rock, not the look. (or cleaning the bathrooms) And the company was good. Some parts of it especially so. : ) Of course. And we got a coffee at Espresso Royale after, and that was also good. If I ever figure out how, we need to spend some more time down there.

So thanks to the Henrys, our friends, the Canopy, Espresso Royale and some guy named Monte for a very satisfying Friday night. We owe you all [at least] one.


Tuesday, October 09, 2007


Hey kids and kiddettes... The Simply Amish Furniture Boutique is now open for business!

Or at least it will be in 2 minutes.


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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Walk around

"More and more the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people, enter their homes, sit on their doorsteps, play ball, throw water, and be known as someone who wants to live with them. It is a privilege to have the time to practice this simple ministry of presence. Still, it is not as simple as it seems. My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, or to be a part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken up by meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me from walking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organize people around an urgent cause, and not to feel that you are working directly for social progress. But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn’t be to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to their stories and tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes and hugs that you do not simply like them, but you truly love them."

--Henri Nouwen