I'm Officially on MYSPACE
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . most people she never tells about the tightrope . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . because she doesn't want to listen to helpful comments from the ground. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
My friend's long-prayed-for store REDEEM just opened on 14th and S St. NW, right across from the Black Cat. It's an amazing space--constructed almost entirely by her father and brother--with even better lines of clothing. I can't believe how it came together in the last week.
I think one of the more ridiculous reasons that I have a blog is so that in case I die, someone might take the time to look back through it and see who I had been, what I was thinking, and what sensitivity I had to the world. To notice that I was clever, and that I wanted to learn everything I could about politics and art and God...to know that I felt things so deeply that sometimes my bones ached. To say, I wish I had known her when she was alive.
We own nothing,
Conor Oberst writes some of the most phenomenal lyrics ever.
I have been reading some selections by Martin Luther for my class called Sex, Lies, and Theology: Theology After Freud. I realize that Luther lived long before Freud, but my professor thinks that his theology is applicable even in the post-Freud context. I would agree, as it is the core of Christianity and should be able to withstand any philosophy or psychoanalytical theory, no matter how earth-shattering. I wouldn't have guessed that I would have received such a profound and convicting dose of the truth in this particular class, but it has been really amazing. Last week, the professor basically preached the gospel of Jesus to the class for 2 hours. How beautifully satisfying to hear it from his lips. I hope some of my classmates stop by my church. I think they'd really like what they would hear.
I recommend that the Statue of Liberty on the East Coast be supplemented by a Statue of Responsibility on the West Coast.
Well, Liz should arrive in Akropong, Ghana in about 4 hours. So begins her 6 months of teaching beautiful Ghanian children. I'm so glad I got to go home this weekend to say goodbye - I'm gonna miss this girl.
Bill Moyers' speech on the history of Public Broadcasting given as the keynote address at this year's Showcase in Florida. It's long but quite good. Makes me proud...
..."Let's balance what we're told with what we know. Where did this idea come from that politicians and ideologues define objectivity? No one knows what objectivity means. You've heard of Irving Kristol. He's the Tony Soprano of the neocons - their godfather, one of the most influential conservatives of our time. Surprisingly, I sometimes agree with Irving Kristol. And I especially agreed with him when he said: "The commitment to so-called 'objective' and impersonal reporting is, in practice, a rationalization for 'safe' and mindless reporting. To keep a reporter's prejudices out of a story is commendable, to keep his judgment out of a story is a guarantee that truth will be emasculated."
My sister just sent me the link to the website called Overheard in NY. Here's some of the less vulgar postings I thought were funny. Oh, am I proud to be an American...
So this weekend I was working over at my pastor’s house, doing some painting, caulking, and dry-wall. It was an amazing, clear, warm day – perfect for doing yard work. During lunch we were all sitting around the table and Dan was talking about the person of Jesus. Now, I am pretty sold on the idea that Jesus was a carpenter. It works; it fits my paradigm nicely. Hard-working, confident, creative, resourceful. I have based some of my most foundational desires for a husband on these qualities. Every time I would saw a board or nail something into the wall, I would feel that connection with him – Jesus, the strong, kind carpenter with the good eye for detail. So, you can imagine my surprise when Dan said that the word in Hebrew is actually very likely not “carpenter” but “mason.” What? Jesus was a mason? A brick layer? A rock collector? He was covered in the white dust of masonry? Participated in mass production? He didn’t create delicate, crafted furniture. He built walls and huts? Jesus – the strong, dirty, dusty, brick layer. Just doesn’t have the same ring.
On May Day
I lost my voice this weekend, and dang, can I do a mean Janis Joplin, "Lord, Won't You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz."
The Hebrew origin:
"I would rather fail in a cause I know must someday triumph than succeed in a cause I know must someday fail." ~Wilkie