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Saturday, March 27, 2004


There's not much worse out there than when something that is really important to you is simply dismissed as irrelevant by another person, especially if he/she is a family member or friend. It's hard enough trying to live a life and to follow one's own convictions, but it becomes almost impossibly hard when your convictions aren't important to others.

So, I'll admit, I'm finding the transition from boyhood to manhood a difficult one. Grappling with new responsibilities, trying to be a godly man, trying to do the right thing, these are all hard things to do. And when I put effort into doing what is right, it is not simply an inconvenience when my responsibility is disregarded by others, but it is an offense. It's hurts. How does one become a man without taking responsiblity for the things going on around him? Is becoming a man a game? I don't think so. I certainly hope not.

Do people see me as a domineering male authority figure, simply attempting to assert my power and dominance over other people? Cause that's bullshit. I just love making people bend according to my will. I'm not saying I'm some sort of hero or anything, or that my actions are expected to change the world. And maybe the specific matter at hand is minor, maybe it doesn't really matter if girls are walking up and down dark streets alone. They're right, odds are, nothing will happen. And I don't by any means intend or hope for a "I told you so" situation. It's not so much about the situation but about the principle. I guess it doesn't matter that I think girls are important enough to be protected, even from mundane things. And what was I told? "It's okay."

Well, it's okay. I guess men aren't important in this world anymore.


"I spit out like a sewer hole
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
After such a love as this?"

"Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?"

Thursday, March 25, 2004


Damien Rice
Playing in Vancouver
On my birthday

Maybe I'll go...?

Wednesday, March 24, 2004




I'm not sure I understand Holly's story. After curfew? What was that guy doing on campus?
Anyways . . .
Sara-Lynn is an evil genius,
and our next president.
Congratulations.

I think my mom said she's a genius during chapel today.
I'm not the only one.
It runs in the family.

Look at me, I'm Andrew Blackwood:

"Hey hey hey hey hey
Back in black
I'm back in black!"

wheeeeeheeheeheeheeeeee

Friday, March 19, 2004


The strangest thing happened last night. After curfew I decided to go read on the steps outside - I never do this. Anyways this red jeep pulls up and out hops my old boss! I've been purposefully avoiding him for the past 8 months because I left work on not the greatest terms. Anyways his wife who is the head of the bakery/deli department was with him and she's yelling out of the jeep - "Come back to work, please, come back! Bring me your resume! Come back!" And Jason seemed pretty congenial as well. Funny how God tracks me down and doesn't let me hide from things no matter how hard I try.

Tuesday, March 16, 2004


Pink gumballs. I like them because of the shine they have. There's something so much more satisfying about eating a pink gumball as opposed to one that is white or green (especially when the green ones taste like grass...eww). The taste is just right. Pink is the gumball color. Even when I was so sick of the color pink and hated anything to do with it, I still would prefer a pink gumball. It's just the way it should be.

Sunday, March 14, 2004




Here's a thought . . .
Actually,
nevermind.

Thursday, March 11, 2004


Well Slynn, you found me out. You foiled my evil plan. I admit, all along, my plan was to conquer this Convention and make it my own. I intended to post so often that every single entry had my moniker on it. But alas, Slynn has stopped me. And so, I must depart from this cruel cruel world by eating a chocolate bar of 110,000 calories (I'm not lying, about the calorie part that is). On the other hand, I guess I could just delete Slynn's entry, but that wouldn't be right........ Or would it?


"We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it but we tried to fight it."

Wednesday, March 10, 2004


Andrew
You are going blog crazy!!!


"What mighty contests rise from trivial things" - Alexander Pope


"This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights all three of them"

"Know your rights
These are your rights"


Sometimes, I think, when I listen to certain 80s song in MIDI, I can't tell the difference.


"I get up in the evening, and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired, man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help"

"You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark"


And now to banish the last remnants of February from this page --------- done! Off to the archives for you.

And now for something to post .....

Hiding in the clouds
You came and smiled upon me
And you made my day


"Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night"

"Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll"

Tuesday, March 09, 2004


Re: the One-eyed, One-horned, flying purple people eater.

Is it to be interpreted: flying, purple and people eater
Or: flying, "purple people" eater

Is he the purple one, or does he eat purple people, that is the question.

Some hold to the Flamingo theory, where his complexion takes on the purple hue of those he consumes.

Where do you stand on this life-changing issue?


"I said Mr. Purple People Eater what's your line
He said eating purple people and it sure is fine
But that's not the reason that I came to land
I wanna get a job in a rock 'n roll band"

"It was a one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater
It sure looks strange to me"


If you are wearing pants, then you're wearing guy's clothes.


"People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down"

"When you’re strange, faces come out of the rain"


So, I'm sitting on my couch, trying to get comfortable, but to no avail because I desperately need to use the bathroom. Not one to let Nature's Call keep me down (damn the man!), I twist and turn and complain to myself that there is no comfort to be found. The toilet is simply too far away to be an option.

I find I do the same thing everyday. I twist and turn and complain to myself that I can't get comfortable with being myself, that I can't find complete joy and happiness in my life, yet I am unwilling to purge myself of the crap that I have inside of me. It's funny how, on the one hand, we so desperately want to be happy and comfortable and all the rest and at the same time will recognize those things that hold us back, yet the effort seems too monumental to attempt. Funny.


"A warning sign
I missed the good part then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses"

"When the truth is, I miss you.
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so"


People are too damn selfish. Or lazy. Or both. Community is everything. Too many people grow up thinking they don't owe anybody anything, and that's complete bullshit. In fact, God aside, I still owe just about everything I am and know to someone. Someone fed me when I was little, someone taught me to read, write, speak, thing, walk. Maybe self-taught people have an argument, but not much, becaise no one is a self-taught 'person.' Communities and relationships make people. I owe myself to that.

And even if self-taught 'people' exist, and I guess maybe they do, it seems to me that to put something back into society would be a given, some sort of objective duty. Should such a person resent their background, they should try to improve others' lives; should they not be bitter, then they should be all the more happy to help others. As for the rest of us, there is no excuse.

Society is a collection of individuals, together. Individuals apart have nothing to do with society, and therefore nothing to do with relationship. No wonder self-reliant people don't need God; today's "bootstrap" successes are not heroic figures to aspire and admire after, but are today's great tragedies.

But who am I to judge people's selfishness? I pass by those one the street who need help; I hold back my wallet from straving kids in Africa. I voice no opinion in political forums. I'm just a pirate who does nothing. It doesn't mean I think my opinions aren't right, though. Even hypocrites can tell truth.

I'm frustrated by my own mediocrity; I am insufficient. I use this to justify my laziness, to no avail. But of the same token, why do doctors need to strive for so much money? Where are all the idealistic children who wanted to help people? Lawyers are supposed to stand for justice, not wealth and prestige. The politician is a pillar of truth, freedom and leadership, not of power, glory, and manipulation.

We all understand this, for we criticize these when they fail, but never do we uphold the standard to ourselves. We expect scandal, we downplay personal responsibility. Who the hell do we think we are, putting down those who try?


"Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high"

"Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done"

Monday, March 08, 2004


Don't wait about for God to act dramatically - because He probably won't. When people expect a dramatic miracle from the outside, they are really hoping to change conditions without changing themselves; to get something for nothing, in fact, and that would be a violation of cosmic law.

Don't wait for God to tell ou what to do from the outside - He won't.

And the Lord direct your heartss into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ [2 Thessalonians 3:5]

- Emmet Fox.

Sunday, March 07, 2004




Okay, here's a great quote from this book, Are You Running With Me Jesus, by Malcolm Boyd:

"Isn't prayer expressed in action, Jesus, and isn't real action a form of prayer? . . . . Otherwise, wouldn't it be more honest not to go through the mere motions of praying, Lord? I mean, if we do not intend to offer ourselves and cooperate with you in fighting evil?"

Saturday, March 06, 2004


La la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la.




(this is all I'm going to write unless somebody else blogs anytime soon...besides, did I mention I like to sing???)




Do you mind not singing?
I'm trying to blog.
Thank you.


La la la. La la la.
I like to sing.

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