the irony

i've just moved from one town who's bumper stickers read: Impeach Bush!

to another town in which they read: Viva Bush!

from the words off Demetri Martin - "A lot of people don't like bumper stickers. I don't mind bumper stickers. To me a bumper sticker is a shortcut. It's like a little sign that says 'Hey, let's never hang out'."

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art

helen frankenthaler


another post from the past...

quoted from modern art and the death of a culture

"the mistake of many art theorist (and not only of Christian ones) is to try to give art meaning or a sense by showing that it 'does something'. so art must open people's eyes, or serve as decoration or prophesy, or praise, or have a social function, or express a particular philosophy. art needs no such excuse. it has it's own meaning that does not need to be explained, just like marriage does, or man himself, or the existence of a particular bird or flower or mountain or sea or star. these all have meaning because God has made them. their meaning is that they have been created by god and are sustained by Him. so art has a meaning as art because God thought it good to give art and beauty to humanity."

question?

is my tap water supposed to be this color?

nyc is good for a laugh!

Lindsay my roommate left this book behind for me to read (while she is working in Houston). It was a gift from a friend...

the entire book is made up of conversations overheard in the subways, streets, restaurants of NYC...I don't think i've laughed this hard in a while! here is a sample:
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Homeless man begging on the train: Look, i'm not going to lie to you. i'm not homeless or sick. I just need some money so i can get high, but it's just weed, i don't do heroin or cocaine or any of that sh*t.

Guy: you know it's because of guys like you that people think pot should be illegal! look at you!! when i get high, i pay my own way! i earn my own money and get high. there are little kids on this train! what do you think they are going to learn? man, think a little!
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Mother: come here! you're seven years old and you can't fasten your own shoelaces? no more video games for your black ass!
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Conductor: ladies and gentlemen, this is a B train...B, like, like, like um... "brothel"
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show hopping

so me and the preggers hit 2 shows tonight...Atoosa -->very beautiful and melodic folk singer/songwriter. She is a friend of kathy's from grad school...Mo Pickin's was the spot. and it was cozy.

then we made a b-line a few blocks away b/c Kelly was singing at the Rockwood music hall...i la la la loooove this place. 3 walls of the club are brick and the fourth is windows. somehow it keeps it's dark, intimate atmosphere...

after we said a hi and goodbye, we stopped in to american apparel...why does the US make such crap? i wanna support american made, but common...give us some quality here people!!

i was also introduced to the world of "pre-maternity" shopping...it entailed 2 articles of clothing. the one your trying on, and then another to shove underneath (creating the" faux belly").

all in all...can't think of a better way to spend a wed. night in the big apple.

as my grandfather used to say

their sh*t really is wrapped in cellophane!

not that this is one of those circumstances...i went in the other day, well down rather, and yeah...wow!

milky weekend in july

 

doin my best with what i got...Costa is playing at Bowery on July 1st

still workin on it

something new?

  

coming to bowery ballroom on thursday...may have to pack it in before...i...

cafe lalo

  

Cait in the doorway of cafe lalo - as seen in You've Got Mail

ps-thanx for the suggestion kathy!

in the middle of it...

  

my personal hell...time square nyc

listen up

  

one of the coolest websites i have ever experienced...

once you click my link, select "view in a new extra large window"
move the ring around the screen ("wee") and select the different icons
play the music in the upper right corner!!

last for a while

  


dug this one up from over a year ago...

last for a while

silent nights
fill the air
distance between
like oceans of prayer

cast out my anchor
with disconnected cord
no true attachment
to be counted for

from the blank stair
graces that pour
this was wanted
begged and pleaded for.

so tuck it back
swallow the smile
this must be

last for a while

pleasure and pain
bring me low
bend and sway
as a friend and foe

inhale this quietude
the respect i haven't got
take from me this
what i can not

not if but when
this spell brings rise
emotions full
the connection unties

invited sting
temporary trial
will it, may it

last for a while

silent nights
swollen with grace
an implicit stillness
destined to face

complacency the bullet
hapless as a knife
a bigger picture focused
that of eternal life

watching and wondering
between the lines of will
grace filled peace
a completeness so still

merciful love
cuts and burns
accursed enticements
my stomach it turns

silent nights make up this trial
a need so strong
make it

last for a while.

m.

home alone

  

my hands are weak
wanting to write
only you
my peace tonight

holding my mind
all those words
hung above me
sparkle to be heard

my heart
unspoken but felt
into a beautiful mess
broken I melt

afraid to move
i want to know
when this ends
so I can go

home to you
in my hand
fall to my pillow
no strength to stand

take my life
breath into me
i know what I want
but not what you need

say it with me now...

 

M-O-M-A

beauty

  

(a little late...this was meant to post on sunday, but wanted to take my time writing it)

this picture is (to me) the truest picture of beauty, love, and what it looks like to be a mother. taken on the way home from the hospital...that is a needle she has in her arm, but look at the smile on her face. Joy, happiness, excitement are all that radiate.

i forgot that it was mother's day this morning. i remembered all week that it was today, but when i woke up it had escaped me...escaped me until it was mentioned in church this morning.

i made it to resurrection presbyterian(williamsburg)this evening. vito said something that connected and brought peace to my heart. his father passed when he was young, but he has a small collection of letters (from his father) that he holds on to...a way to remember what he was like. some of the writing has faded and they are getting harder to read...but what he misses even more is his father's voice, his breath - something letters can not hold.

one of the scripture readings was from 2Timothy 3 - "All scripture is breathed out by God..." what an indescribable love. Letters written to you and to me - not just pen and ink but the very breath of God talking to us, telling us how much He cares about us. How much He wants to fill up our broken hearts. tonight while i miss my mom i think about this. i think about her voice and the things that she taught me about God's word and the peace it brings. then i think about her - rejoicing in Heaven with the TRUE breath of her Lord and Savior enveloping all that pain and filling her heart with nothing but LOVE and everlasting PEACE.

light

why blame the dark for being dark?
it's far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it should be.

rob bell
(quoted in Relevant magazine March/April)

for u

"...i visited this church in the suburbs and there was this blowhard preacher talking about how television rots your brain. He said when we are watching television or minds are working no harder than when we are sleeping. i thought that sounded heavenly. i bought one that afternoon."

another excerpt from blue like jazz by donald miller

quote of the day

"o.k. is a big word..."


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true

in the purest sense of the word...he is.

blue revisited

"Still, i know, because of my own feelings, there was something wrong with me, and i knew it wasn't only me. i knew it was everybody. it was like a bacteria or a cancer or a trance. it wasn't on the skin; it was in the soul. it showed itself in loneliness, lust, anger, jealousy, and depression. it had people screwed up bad everywhere you went - at the store, at home, at church; it was ugly and deep. lots of singers on the radio were singing about it, and cops had jobs because of it. it was as if we were broken, i thought, as if we were never supposed to feel these sticky emotions. it was as if we were cracked, couldn't love right, couldn't feel good things for very long without screwing it all up. we were like gasoline engines running on diesel. I was just a kid, so i couldn't put word to it, but every kid feels it (i'm talking about the broken quality of life.) a kid will think there are monsters under his bed, or he will close himself in his room when his parents fight. from a very early age our souls are taught there is a comfort and a discomfort in the world, a good and bad if you will, a lovely and frightening. there seemed to me to be too much frightening, and i didn't know why it existed."

from blue like jazz by donald miller

me!

 

just cant get enough of this girl

jaymay

*title linked

5-6-06

 

reduce, reuse, recycle

antropologie always has amazing displays...sometimes i like the windows more than the clothes!

 

Messy

"The most dangerous place to be in the universe is the center of God's will.
That is where we want to be.
I hope we never think we'’ve nailed it.
I hope we never believe that we have arrived.
I hope it is always dangerous.
Always chaotic.
Always flying by the seat of our pants.
Never settled.
Messy.
I hope the struggles keep us begging God for guidance.
I often hear Christian leaders tell what God has been saying to them in their times of meditation and study and prayer and I'’m often amazed. He tells them the most profound, eloquent things.
All I seem to ever hear is: "Rob, get out of my way."


excerpt from The Younger Evangelicals by Rob Bell

makers seven

cw...yes you are that cool!

brick

like the posters more than the movie...

saw it tonight at the angelica. very "the usual suspects" meets high school. film noir in the truest sense, i felt like i was watching kids play "grown up".

BUT

joseph gordon-levitt was phenomenal!! a far cry from "3rd rock"

check out the trailer (linked)

 

vito's ordination song

broken things

1 O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.

2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.

3 Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.

5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.

7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.

8 My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.

9 They who seek my life will be destroyed;
they will go down to the depths of the earth.

10 They will be given over to the sword
and become food for jackals.

11 But the king will rejoice in God;
all who swear by God's name will praise him,
while the mouths of liars will be silenced.

...psalm 63

best kind

a mix is one of the more meaningful gifts one can give(in my opinion). it takes time and thought and can be a heart felt expression and a true musical picture of the mix giver...

with that said...an even better mix is one that was made after you have spent some time with that person...then the mix becomes a soundtrack.

wednesdays

new theme for wed. night dinner with ryan...

dark
loud
hole in the wall
west village
something lit on fire (preferably something intentional such as...the food)!

ohio's new state flower

they bloom all year round!

was in town for all of 3hours on monday...161/new albany - a beautiful orange mess!

hiding from decisions

Where the heck did I leave my hope...?

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Well, I don't know why
I always go for the unreachable
Sometimes my head is so cluttered with dumb ideas
I must seem unteachable

Last night I fell in love and this morning I just feel sad
Thinkin' about all that I lost and once had...

lyrics from down in virgina by emily sparks

whaaaaa!

lauper

decisions

for all the undeniable reasons i might want to stay...

it is the meek and menial sights that pull on my heart sometimes. the soot stained ceilings, the tiled walls dripping with god knows what...chipping and beautiful...