It is so great. I am more than happy to share it with the world. The more people that see it, the more laughter and joy there will be in the world.
and also the more people that will understand my inside jokes
Call us Aaron Burr the way we're droppin Hamiltons
Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!
Lazy Sunday
http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=IggTu7kV7No
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Saturday, December 24, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
i always mean to post this and i always forget. I always mean to correct people and show them proof, but i get sidetracked. but i remembered this time. I have had enough. it is time to set the record straight.
i know there are a lot of you out there that love the bluegrass-folk-esque cover of Snoop Dogg's "Gin and Juice." You downloaded it, probably during the period of musical freedom and unrest when Napster was free, under the understanding, based on the name of the song, that you were downloading a cover performed by a big-time band. A name you recognized. Someone you already liked. Phish, O.A.R., Dave Matthews, Blues Traveler, Nickel Creek. Phish was the most popular. So popular, in fact, that everyone believed it was Phish and in the collective mind, there was no challenging that fact. If the masses are all wrong, but are wrong together, then inside that group, all think they are right. This is the case of this song.
Sure the song is fun and brilliant and awesome for white suburban kids to roll down the windows of their BMW and sing out the gangsta lyrics with a southern twang as they drive out of the mall parking lot. But this is not Phish's cover. Nor is it Dave, Blues Traveler or any of those other bands that the Napster liars told you it was. (that always pissed me off, when someone gave a song the wrong title or artist because they had no idea what the hell they were talking about)
so here is the revelation. here is the true band behind the now-famous cover of "Gin and Juice." the band is called The Gourds and they are from Texas. They say they have always thought about taking hip hop songs and covering them. Feeling the liberation and hilarity that is inherent in a white Texan singing lyrics like "Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this, G’s up, hoes down, while you muthafuckas bounce to this"
i know this is like trying to swim against the current in a raging stream. everyone has had that song for so long and it has always said "Phish - Gin and Juice (Snoop Dogg Cover)" and they will not easily swallow the truth. Something that you thought you knew must be true, since everyone else has the same thing. Collective stupidity does not change the reality of truth. And the truth is that Phish did not record that song you downloaded.
Am I ruling out Phish every having covered that song? No. In fact, if i were them and had a shred of intelligence and business knowledge, I would start covering "Gin and Juice" at all my concerts. That would solidify the belief that Phish really did record it and there would be no more room for complaining or contesting. and The Gourds would be completely shunned and rejected and forgotten, even though so many people know their song by heart. It wouldnt be right for Phish to do that, but it would be brilliant business and marketing. then again, it isnt right for them to get recognition and attention and fame for a song they didnt record.
oh well. such is life.
so there it is. the truth. do with it what you will. go change the label on that MP3 you have. go check out some of The Gourds stuff on their website. Pay a little homage to the artists who brought you such enjoyment in your car on those summer days, yet got no recognition for it.
go here for more on The Gourds and the recognition that was stolen from them by Napster idiots. Click here for The Gourds website.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
i know there are a lot of you out there that love the bluegrass-folk-esque cover of Snoop Dogg's "Gin and Juice." You downloaded it, probably during the period of musical freedom and unrest when Napster was free, under the understanding, based on the name of the song, that you were downloading a cover performed by a big-time band. A name you recognized. Someone you already liked. Phish, O.A.R., Dave Matthews, Blues Traveler, Nickel Creek. Phish was the most popular. So popular, in fact, that everyone believed it was Phish and in the collective mind, there was no challenging that fact. If the masses are all wrong, but are wrong together, then inside that group, all think they are right. This is the case of this song.
Sure the song is fun and brilliant and awesome for white suburban kids to roll down the windows of their BMW and sing out the gangsta lyrics with a southern twang as they drive out of the mall parking lot. But this is not Phish's cover. Nor is it Dave, Blues Traveler or any of those other bands that the Napster liars told you it was. (that always pissed me off, when someone gave a song the wrong title or artist because they had no idea what the hell they were talking about)
so here is the revelation. here is the true band behind the now-famous cover of "Gin and Juice." the band is called The Gourds and they are from Texas. They say they have always thought about taking hip hop songs and covering them. Feeling the liberation and hilarity that is inherent in a white Texan singing lyrics like "Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this, G’s up, hoes down, while you muthafuckas bounce to this"
i know this is like trying to swim against the current in a raging stream. everyone has had that song for so long and it has always said "Phish - Gin and Juice (Snoop Dogg Cover)" and they will not easily swallow the truth. Something that you thought you knew must be true, since everyone else has the same thing. Collective stupidity does not change the reality of truth. And the truth is that Phish did not record that song you downloaded.
Am I ruling out Phish every having covered that song? No. In fact, if i were them and had a shred of intelligence and business knowledge, I would start covering "Gin and Juice" at all my concerts. That would solidify the belief that Phish really did record it and there would be no more room for complaining or contesting. and The Gourds would be completely shunned and rejected and forgotten, even though so many people know their song by heart. It wouldnt be right for Phish to do that, but it would be brilliant business and marketing. then again, it isnt right for them to get recognition and attention and fame for a song they didnt record.
oh well. such is life.
so there it is. the truth. do with it what you will. go change the label on that MP3 you have. go check out some of The Gourds stuff on their website. Pay a little homage to the artists who brought you such enjoyment in your car on those summer days, yet got no recognition for it.
go here for more on The Gourds and the recognition that was stolen from them by Napster idiots. Click here for The Gourds website.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Friday, December 16, 2005
i'm telling you. it is sheer genius.
Peter: It's already done. I dropped them all off at Toys for Toddlers last night.
Brian: All? Peter, only only one gift was for charity, the rest were for the family.
Peter: No, the rest were from the family. Weren't they? (Pauses.) Oh crap...since when did they change the meaning of "for" to "from"?
Brian: They had a meeting about it last night.
Peter: Why wasn't I told?
Brian: They sent you a card, but it said "for Peter" on it so you must of thought it was from you, so you didn't...you know, its just easier to call you stupid.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
"can I just say that I have never wanted to get a boob job more than since i came to this town. I used to want laser eye surgery, but now I have to rethink my whole lifestyle."
in reference to Las Vegas in a documentary about being a showgirl.
"i told my mom it was a topless show and she was like, 'eh, whatever. i've seen 'em'"
same documentary
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in reference to Las Vegas in a documentary about being a showgirl.
"i told my mom it was a topless show and she was like, 'eh, whatever. i've seen 'em'"
same documentary
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Monday, December 12, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
long as i remember, the rain been comin down
I'll fake it through the day with some help from Johnny Walker red
Send the poisoned rain down the drain to put bad thoughts in my head
I know you'd rather see me gone
than to see me the way that I am
but I am in your life, anyway
It's a comedy of errors, you see;
it's about taking a fall to vanish into oblivion
it's easy to do and I try to be,
but you know me I come back when you want me to
Life is hard and so am i
You'd better give me something so i don't die
Life is white and i am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head
once again
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I'll fake it through the day with some help from Johnny Walker red
Send the poisoned rain down the drain to put bad thoughts in my head
I know you'd rather see me gone
than to see me the way that I am
but I am in your life, anyway
It's a comedy of errors, you see;
it's about taking a fall to vanish into oblivion
it's easy to do and I try to be,
but you know me I come back when you want me to
Life is hard and so am i
You'd better give me something so i don't die
Life is white and i am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head
once again
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
I'm a fool for distraction
Can't keep cool throughout my action
Once in a while I find satisfaction
I have too much care beyond my reach
And too much love that I can't preach
What I really need is consistency
Everywhere that I go I don't want to be
Cause I keep telling me "You're missing out, gotta move, gotta break on free"
A modern-day busybacksoon
What if what I need is just to believe
Day in day out I find I'm searching for the key
My head and heart are too stubborn to agree
Where it begins must lie within me
I've been so busy finding my way
I'm not content with the roles I've been playing
But something occurred to me just the other day
I am who I am
Come what may
now all that is left is believing my own press...
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Can't keep cool throughout my action
Once in a while I find satisfaction
I have too much care beyond my reach
And too much love that I can't preach
What I really need is consistency
Everywhere that I go I don't want to be
Cause I keep telling me "You're missing out, gotta move, gotta break on free"
A modern-day busybacksoon
What if what I need is just to believe
Day in day out I find I'm searching for the key
My head and heart are too stubborn to agree
Where it begins must lie within me
I've been so busy finding my way
I'm not content with the roles I've been playing
But something occurred to me just the other day
I am who I am
Come what may
now all that is left is believing my own press...
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did you think that you were dreaming?
sometimes i don't know
because i was out on the radio just starting to change
somewhere out in America, it's just starting to rain
could you could tell me one thing you remember about me?
cant you see me?
cant you see my walls tumbling down?
cant you see my walls crumbling down?
cant you see my sun stopped spinning 'round?
cant you see that sky turned black and brown?
cant you see that moon go flashing 'round?
cant you see me?
she said no.
she says you're changing
well, we're always changing and it does not bother me to say
this isnt love
cause if you dont want to talk about it
then it isnt love
and i guess im just gonna have to just live with that
i'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, or something in between
i can always change my name if that's what you need
i'm not gonna bed and i'm not gonna break
and i'm not gonna worry about it anymore
it's not all that easy
so maybe i should just snatch her up in a butterfly net or
pin her down on a photograph album, well i am not worried
i just do the same thing over and over and over again
then i stop to think about the consequences cause i dont get no sleep
no, i never sleep
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sometimes i don't know
because i was out on the radio just starting to change
somewhere out in America, it's just starting to rain
could you could tell me one thing you remember about me?
cant you see me?
cant you see my walls tumbling down?
cant you see my walls crumbling down?
cant you see my sun stopped spinning 'round?
cant you see that sky turned black and brown?
cant you see that moon go flashing 'round?
cant you see me?
she said no.
she says you're changing
well, we're always changing and it does not bother me to say
this isnt love
cause if you dont want to talk about it
then it isnt love
and i guess im just gonna have to just live with that
i'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, or something in between
i can always change my name if that's what you need
i'm not gonna bed and i'm not gonna break
and i'm not gonna worry about it anymore
it's not all that easy
so maybe i should just snatch her up in a butterfly net or
pin her down on a photograph album, well i am not worried
i just do the same thing over and over and over again
then i stop to think about the consequences cause i dont get no sleep
no, i never sleep
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
painful realization of the day....or rather nostalgic pining leading to emotional association...
after reading an announcement request about an international cookie exchange, a note at the bottom saying "Bring 3 dozen cookies for tasting and exchanging," i was immediately taken back home to my mother's kitchen in the weeks before Christmas. The year doesn't matter. Could be High School, Middle School or even Homeschool. The vivid smeel and excitement of the kitchen as my mom worked to make cookies. I can only imagine how my face lit up (although I am sure not as much in the later years when I was too cool to be bothered by emotional response) when the wall of spices and sugar in the air hit my face like a down-filled sack in a pillow fight. What a feeling of comfort and security. A feeling of home. I had not realized how much i missed that excitement, those smells, helping test the first batch, getting upset when I saw a dozen or two walk out the door on their way to some party or get-together (hoping against hope that the baking magic would be replicated for the cookie fans here at home). That is when I always knew it was the holiday season. That is how I knew Christmas was coming.
I didn't realize how much I missed it, but I can smell those cookies, as if I had just walked in the front door.
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after reading an announcement request about an international cookie exchange, a note at the bottom saying "Bring 3 dozen cookies for tasting and exchanging," i was immediately taken back home to my mother's kitchen in the weeks before Christmas. The year doesn't matter. Could be High School, Middle School or even Homeschool. The vivid smeel and excitement of the kitchen as my mom worked to make cookies. I can only imagine how my face lit up (although I am sure not as much in the later years when I was too cool to be bothered by emotional response) when the wall of spices and sugar in the air hit my face like a down-filled sack in a pillow fight. What a feeling of comfort and security. A feeling of home. I had not realized how much i missed that excitement, those smells, helping test the first batch, getting upset when I saw a dozen or two walk out the door on their way to some party or get-together (hoping against hope that the baking magic would be replicated for the cookie fans here at home). That is when I always knew it was the holiday season. That is how I knew Christmas was coming.
I didn't realize how much I missed it, but I can smell those cookies, as if I had just walked in the front door.
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Monday, December 05, 2005
These are your good years, don't take my advice.
you never wanted the nice boys anyway.
and I'm of good cheer cause I've been checking my list.
The gifts you're receiving from me will be one awkward silence and two hopes you cry yourself
to sleep, staying up, waiting by the phone.
You're the last thing I wanna see underneath the tree.
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you never wanted the nice boys anyway.
and I'm of good cheer cause I've been checking my list.
The gifts you're receiving from me will be one awkward silence and two hopes you cry yourself
to sleep, staying up, waiting by the phone.
You're the last thing I wanna see underneath the tree.
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You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up
It's last call, last resort,
But only the first mistake
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
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Drink up
It's last call, last resort,
But only the first mistake
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
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Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The way that girl can break a heart
It’s like a work of art
And this is the worst part
She knows it
And she’s so confident
That she’s what everybody wants
But nobody wants
Her to know that
The way that girl can turn a head
Well she is such a threat
But don’t ever forget
She knows it
And she’s got it all
All figured out
And she won’t let you doubt
She knows it
I’m still waiting for
You to be the one I’m waiting for
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It’s like a work of art
And this is the worst part
She knows it
And she’s so confident
That she’s what everybody wants
But nobody wants
Her to know that
The way that girl can turn a head
Well she is such a threat
But don’t ever forget
She knows it
And she’s got it all
All figured out
And she won’t let you doubt
She knows it
I’m still waiting for
You to be the one I’m waiting for
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Friday, December 02, 2005
I'm talented with reason
I cover all the angles.
I can fail before I ever try.
Try to understand there's an old mistake
that fools will make and,
I'm the king of them
pushing everything that's good away
so, won't you hold me now?
I will not bend, I will not break
yeah, Chris. You're right. You're always right.
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why do i crave the things worst for me when i am upset or depressed?
Chanello's pizza
Taco Bell Chili-cheese Burittos
Bailey's Ice Cream
McDonald's Double Cheeseburgers (plain)
Wendy's Triple with Cheese, Lettuce and Mayo
All-you-can-eat Mongolian
Wawa Spicy Sausage
and that's just the food...
at least it isn't crystal meth or something like that....to look on the bright side.
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Chanello's pizza
Taco Bell Chili-cheese Burittos
Bailey's Ice Cream
McDonald's Double Cheeseburgers (plain)
Wendy's Triple with Cheese, Lettuce and Mayo
All-you-can-eat Mongolian
Wawa Spicy Sausage
and that's just the food...
at least it isn't crystal meth or something like that....to look on the bright side.
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Well I've been fanning flames from these old coals.
Feeding them with tinder, and hoping they will grow.
Well I've been savoring what I can't hold.
A blind belief in goodness
That doesn't seem to show.
And everyone watched me waste myself,
and everyone cheered at last.
And all of them found it comforting.
It's better it's me, than them.
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Feeding them with tinder, and hoping they will grow.
Well I've been savoring what I can't hold.
A blind belief in goodness
That doesn't seem to show.
And everyone watched me waste myself,
and everyone cheered at last.
And all of them found it comforting.
It's better it's me, than them.
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
if you are the shores, i am the waves begging for big moons
i'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
my worst fears are letting out
why put a new address on the same old loneliness
when breathing just passes the time
until we all just get old and die
your secret's out
i know this hurts
it was meant to
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i'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
my worst fears are letting out
why put a new address on the same old loneliness
when breathing just passes the time
until we all just get old and die
your secret's out
i know this hurts
it was meant to
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I found it strange this morning that I was actually looking forward to my workout. Granted this was after rolling out of bed grumpily and not wanting to do anything but go back to bed. It wasn't until I was putting my gym bag in the locker that I realized I was excited. Maybe it was my body anticipating the adrenaline and endorphins. Maybe it was something else. Who knows. But it is a new thing for me. Being excited about anything early in the morning has rarely happened for me. Probably not since the days of waking up to cancelled school.
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any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
packing up some clothes, ptuting together the playlists, iPod, and the CDs. there is great anticipation, if only the drive didnt lie between. bringing darts, beer, cigars, DVDs....all the fixins for a great time. we will hope that the traffic doesn't suck all the life out of the weekend.
it will be good to get out of williamsburg
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it will be good to get out of williamsburg
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no Short People
Round here...
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Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no Short People
Round here...
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WOW
I cant put it into words. amazing. I know I will never truly be able to express what tonight was like. Karla Petty is the only other one who can truly understand. The rest of you missed out and will just have to settle for my feeble attempts to convey the absolutely breathtaking and awe-inspiring night of musical beauty that was just experience. It was worth it all to share it with someone you care about. I love the feeling of being able to give that to someone as a gift. So even if it is cheesy, I will do it like this, cause it is true:
Lancaster: see Gadjo Playboys, see C & E, round trip 564 miles, 8 hours
Cleveland: see Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame, get Area 51, round trip 1034 miles, 17 hours
Steamboat Springs: see beautiful mountains, drive ZoomZoom, round trip 312 miles, 6 hours
Harrisonburg: see Rebecca, watch 8 Mile on a Friday night at JMU, winning field goal, round trip 360 miles, 6 hours
The Cottage: see the family, play with Charlie, kayaking, chilling, round trip 100 miles, 4 hours
NOVA: great conversations, traffic, round trip, done many times, 300 miles, 5 hours
Multiple Trips to Norfolk and VABeach: about and hour each
Hours spent in the car together: over 60?
Hours spent listening to/discussing music or going to concerts together: incalculable. Probably over 60, just in the car.
Gas money: who knows...?
Birthday dinner at the restaurant she has been wanting to go to, including a fabulous bottle of wine: $70
Using all the time we have spent together, especially sharing our love of music, to jump at the opportunity to buy her concert tickets for her birthday: $50 (well for the tickets, not the time)
Days of waiting for the final payoff on the birthday present: 13 days
The look of surprise/love/amazement/overwhelming emotion/joy immediately appear on her face when the surprise is revealed with the words "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Martin Sexton": priceless
A smile that forces its way out for the rest of the night, not to be denied its time to shine: priceless
Standing next to the person you think of when you hear the lyrics (listed below) to When You Come Back Down, as they are sung to you live in an energetic venue: priceless
Dancing and clapping to celebrate the courage it takes to attempt to infiltrate the national music scene with bluegrass/appalachian music: priceless
Seeing Nickel Creek sing songs about short people and Britney Spears' Toxic: priceless
Knowing and trusting someone so much to share life with them and get excited for every opportunity to spend time with them: priceless
Going through so much together, learning so much about each other, to get to the point where you know enough and care enough to do something this huge and this special, just because: priceless
i dont know if i can or should say anymore right now. i have run out of words, with which i have made a feeble attempt to express my contentment and fulfillment and joy following this sequence of amazing events we call life, hitting a high point tonight. words are not enough, so i will end with the promised lyrics, even if it is hard to think about.
You gotta leave me now
You gotta go along
You gotta chase a dream
One that’s all your own
Before it slips away
When you’re flying high
Take my heart along
I’ll be the harmony
To every lonely song
But you’ll learn to play
When you’re soaring through the air
I’ll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down
I keep looking up
Waiting your return
My greatest fear will be
That you will crash and burn
And I won’t feel your fire
I’ll be the other hand
That always holds a line
Connecting in between
Your sweet heart and mine
I’m strung out on that wire
And I’ll be on the other end
To hear you when you call
Angel you were born to fly
And if you get too high
I’ll catch you when you fall
Catch you when you fall
The memories, the sunshine
Every new day brings
I know the sky is calling
Angel let me help you with your wings
When you’re soaring through the air
I’ll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there
When you come back down
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down
emphasis added to the lines most applicable in my mind
that is all
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I cant put it into words. amazing. I know I will never truly be able to express what tonight was like. Karla Petty is the only other one who can truly understand. The rest of you missed out and will just have to settle for my feeble attempts to convey the absolutely breathtaking and awe-inspiring night of musical beauty that was just experience. It was worth it all to share it with someone you care about. I love the feeling of being able to give that to someone as a gift. So even if it is cheesy, I will do it like this, cause it is true:
Lancaster: see Gadjo Playboys, see C & E, round trip 564 miles, 8 hours
Cleveland: see Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame, get Area 51, round trip 1034 miles, 17 hours
Steamboat Springs: see beautiful mountains, drive ZoomZoom, round trip 312 miles, 6 hours
Harrisonburg: see Rebecca, watch 8 Mile on a Friday night at JMU, winning field goal, round trip 360 miles, 6 hours
The Cottage: see the family, play with Charlie, kayaking, chilling, round trip 100 miles, 4 hours
NOVA: great conversations, traffic, round trip, done many times, 300 miles, 5 hours
Multiple Trips to Norfolk and VABeach: about and hour each
Hours spent in the car together: over 60?
Hours spent listening to/discussing music or going to concerts together: incalculable. Probably over 60, just in the car.
Gas money: who knows...?
Birthday dinner at the restaurant she has been wanting to go to, including a fabulous bottle of wine: $70
Using all the time we have spent together, especially sharing our love of music, to jump at the opportunity to buy her concert tickets for her birthday: $50 (well for the tickets, not the time)
Days of waiting for the final payoff on the birthday present: 13 days
The look of surprise/love/amazement/overwhelming emotion/joy immediately appear on her face when the surprise is revealed with the words "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Martin Sexton": priceless
A smile that forces its way out for the rest of the night, not to be denied its time to shine: priceless
Standing next to the person you think of when you hear the lyrics (listed below) to When You Come Back Down, as they are sung to you live in an energetic venue: priceless
Dancing and clapping to celebrate the courage it takes to attempt to infiltrate the national music scene with bluegrass/appalachian music: priceless
Seeing Nickel Creek sing songs about short people and Britney Spears' Toxic: priceless
Knowing and trusting someone so much to share life with them and get excited for every opportunity to spend time with them: priceless
Going through so much together, learning so much about each other, to get to the point where you know enough and care enough to do something this huge and this special, just because: priceless
i dont know if i can or should say anymore right now. i have run out of words, with which i have made a feeble attempt to express my contentment and fulfillment and joy following this sequence of amazing events we call life, hitting a high point tonight. words are not enough, so i will end with the promised lyrics, even if it is hard to think about.
You gotta leave me now
You gotta go along
You gotta chase a dream
One that’s all your own
Before it slips away
When you’re flying high
Take my heart along
I’ll be the harmony
To every lonely song
But you’ll learn to play
When you’re soaring through the air
I’ll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down
I keep looking up
Waiting your return
My greatest fear will be
That you will crash and burn
And I won’t feel your fire
I’ll be the other hand
That always holds a line
Connecting in between
Your sweet heart and mine
I’m strung out on that wire
And I’ll be on the other end
To hear you when you call
Angel you were born to fly
And if you get too high
I’ll catch you when you fall
Catch you when you fall
The memories, the sunshine
Every new day brings
I know the sky is calling
Angel let me help you with your wings
When you’re soaring through the air
I’ll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there
When you come back down
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down
emphasis added to the lines most applicable in my mind
that is all
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
ok....so there are some things that piss me off right now.
First of all. Stop calling LaDainian Tomlinson "LT". Seriously. There will only be one LT and that is Lawrence Taylor, one of the NFL's best defensive players of all time. One of the most intimidating players, to say the least. I am not as passionate about this as some, but it doesnt sound right or sit right with me. Lawrence Taylor will always be in my mind, and should be in anyone else's mind that knows anything about football, the one, true LT. THE LT. Tomlinson just happens to have those initials. So ESPN, suck it up. Say his full name. Don't abbreviate and disrespect one of the NFL's greatest linebackers.
Moving on.
I am sick of these stupid Bud Light beer commercials. Ugh. The main problem with them is that they are trying to get people to think smarter about what they do with their beer. how they drink it, how they store it, how they pour it. IT IS BUD LIGHT!!!! for the love. i swear. there is no taste or aroma to release by "pouring down the middle." It is Bud Light! And that in itself is bad advice that can be misapplied very easily. Sure. Pour your Bud Light down the middle. See if i care. It is CRAP BEER. but you do not pour my Guinness, Bodingtons, Stella, Kilkenny, Heineken, or even Yuengling down the middle! You will create a huge foamy head that will take ten minutes to settle, keeping me from the delicious beer that i want to consume. You will also interfere with the mixing and layering of the flavor of the full-bodied beer (this is the key, Bud Light is nowhere close to full-bodied....or even good). Why do you think it is so amazing to watch the Guinness and Bodingtons settle and mix as the creamy richness mixes perfectly? There is a perfect pour, and if you want to know how to do it, dont listen to freaking Bud Light marketing executives. If any pub owner in Ireland (or anywhere else in Europe for that matter) knew that this horrible advice was being distributed to the masses in America, they would revolt and stop sending their much-superior beer to our country until we can show it more respect. "THE POUR" is something that is learned through much training, and when perfected, it is something to be proud of. This comes from the makers and servers of Guinness. Yeah. Hear of it before? Real beer...since 1759. Yeah I think they know what they are talking about. And bartenders that know about THE POUR and do it well, have yet to disappoint me.
A summary of the perfect pour, from an admittedly novice admirer:
Maintain a serving temperature of 55 degrees F (or for extra cold Guinness, some prefer 40 degrees F), hold the glass at a 45 degree angle, allow the draught to pour down the side of the glass. Fill to 3/4 full and let it settle. Finish by pushing the handle away, not pulling towards, and topping off the pint. A thick, creamy head should be left on top, which will remain until the pint is finished.
That is how beer is to be pour. Not freaking Bud Light, poured out of a can, into a Solo cup for beer pong. Dont make a fool of yourself and make a spectacle of your own ignorance by telling me to pour any beer down the center. The fake Confucian monk means nothing and knows nothing about beer. Ugh, and for God's sake, it is Bud Light, for the last time.
Similarly, but much more briefly, thank you for telling me how to store my beer. Apparently, Americans are such idiots that they thought they could store beer (once again this is Bud Light, but I am not even going there again) in heat and sunlight and suffer no effect on the taste? What must the rest of the world be thinking? They are just sitting there shaking their heads and saying, how are they the most powerful nation in the world? A nation of idiots. Don't know how to make beer or store it or pour it or consume it properly. Sickening.
And finally. Rain. Rain pisses me off. It sucks. Totally necessary at times and all that, yes i know. But after an absolutely beautiful weekend in Colorado, to come back to the burg and have it rain all day.....ugh. not what i wanted. very sad and depressing.
ok. enough tirades for right now.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
First of all. Stop calling LaDainian Tomlinson "LT". Seriously. There will only be one LT and that is Lawrence Taylor, one of the NFL's best defensive players of all time. One of the most intimidating players, to say the least. I am not as passionate about this as some, but it doesnt sound right or sit right with me. Lawrence Taylor will always be in my mind, and should be in anyone else's mind that knows anything about football, the one, true LT. THE LT. Tomlinson just happens to have those initials. So ESPN, suck it up. Say his full name. Don't abbreviate and disrespect one of the NFL's greatest linebackers.
Moving on.
I am sick of these stupid Bud Light beer commercials. Ugh. The main problem with them is that they are trying to get people to think smarter about what they do with their beer. how they drink it, how they store it, how they pour it. IT IS BUD LIGHT!!!! for the love. i swear. there is no taste or aroma to release by "pouring down the middle." It is Bud Light! And that in itself is bad advice that can be misapplied very easily. Sure. Pour your Bud Light down the middle. See if i care. It is CRAP BEER. but you do not pour my Guinness, Bodingtons, Stella, Kilkenny, Heineken, or even Yuengling down the middle! You will create a huge foamy head that will take ten minutes to settle, keeping me from the delicious beer that i want to consume. You will also interfere with the mixing and layering of the flavor of the full-bodied beer (this is the key, Bud Light is nowhere close to full-bodied....or even good). Why do you think it is so amazing to watch the Guinness and Bodingtons settle and mix as the creamy richness mixes perfectly? There is a perfect pour, and if you want to know how to do it, dont listen to freaking Bud Light marketing executives. If any pub owner in Ireland (or anywhere else in Europe for that matter) knew that this horrible advice was being distributed to the masses in America, they would revolt and stop sending their much-superior beer to our country until we can show it more respect. "THE POUR" is something that is learned through much training, and when perfected, it is something to be proud of. This comes from the makers and servers of Guinness. Yeah. Hear of it before? Real beer...since 1759. Yeah I think they know what they are talking about. And bartenders that know about THE POUR and do it well, have yet to disappoint me.
A summary of the perfect pour, from an admittedly novice admirer:
Maintain a serving temperature of 55 degrees F (or for extra cold Guinness, some prefer 40 degrees F), hold the glass at a 45 degree angle, allow the draught to pour down the side of the glass. Fill to 3/4 full and let it settle. Finish by pushing the handle away, not pulling towards, and topping off the pint. A thick, creamy head should be left on top, which will remain until the pint is finished.
That is how beer is to be pour. Not freaking Bud Light, poured out of a can, into a Solo cup for beer pong. Dont make a fool of yourself and make a spectacle of your own ignorance by telling me to pour any beer down the center. The fake Confucian monk means nothing and knows nothing about beer. Ugh, and for God's sake, it is Bud Light, for the last time.
Similarly, but much more briefly, thank you for telling me how to store my beer. Apparently, Americans are such idiots that they thought they could store beer (once again this is Bud Light, but I am not even going there again) in heat and sunlight and suffer no effect on the taste? What must the rest of the world be thinking? They are just sitting there shaking their heads and saying, how are they the most powerful nation in the world? A nation of idiots. Don't know how to make beer or store it or pour it or consume it properly. Sickening.
And finally. Rain. Rain pisses me off. It sucks. Totally necessary at times and all that, yes i know. But after an absolutely beautiful weekend in Colorado, to come back to the burg and have it rain all day.....ugh. not what i wanted. very sad and depressing.
ok. enough tirades for right now.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Welcome to The College, Sandra Day O'Connor. We are honored to have you.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Thursday, September 29, 2005
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for 5¢ a piece.
I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each.
I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200.
I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home.
I have a big car.
I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded.
In fact, none of them were really bright.
They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals.
I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room.
They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.
They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall.
Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died.
No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.
Damn cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet.
It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.
That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose.
It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber.
I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.
Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds.
I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable.
I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom.
I severely beat one of my monkeys.
I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates.
I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either.
I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution.
I gave them out as Christmas gifts.
My friends didn't know quite what to say.
They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.
Ingrates.
So I punched them in the genitals.
I like monkeys
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
The pet store was selling them for 5¢ a piece.
I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each.
I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200.
I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home.
I have a big car.
I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded.
In fact, none of them were really bright.
They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals.
I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room.
They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.
They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall.
Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died.
No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.
Damn cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet.
It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.
That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose.
It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber.
I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.
Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds.
I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable.
I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom.
I severely beat one of my monkeys.
I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates.
I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either.
I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution.
I gave them out as Christmas gifts.
My friends didn't know quite what to say.
They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.
Ingrates.
So I punched them in the genitals.
I like monkeys
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
i would like to point out that these days it takes a lot to make me laugh out loud. especially stuff on the internet because it all kinda sounds the same. but this slays me. i was at work and i had to think about multiple kittens dying and bleeding all over a perfectly good steak in order to focus on something sad enough to keep myself from laughing. i knew that would be trouble if i did. so here it is. the whole site is funny....but this one, the commentary is hilarious.
and yes, it is about the infamous Camel-Toe
Par Four Toe
Toe Factor: 8 (with a 2 handicap for the far right one)
Seen: Pebble, Nantucket Golf, Winged Foot, Pinehurst
We were told that this photo was taken at a charity golf tournament. Where does one find courses with trashy women such as these? Portland, Oregon? The one on the left is sassy, and exudes confidence that she could make you beg for mercy. The 2nd from the left has a nice toe. But something tells me she has used her company's mental health plan more than they had hoped. The guy has that " I am going to regret this picture" look. The red bikini woman is a poor man's Phoebe Cates. But that is OK. The woman on the far right is a broomstick short of being burned in Salem, Mass. She looks like she just finished her first pack of Newport Lights, and is ready to reload. These women should enjoy what little remains of their misspent youths. Cause ten years from now, the only lasting vestige of those years will be the tattoos and the nicotine addiction. Wow. That sounded harsh, even for me.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
the moth in the smoke ring
the effortless encounter
the slightest breeze
a light beat of the wings
order and perfection are reduced to regulated chaos
once a beautiful circle floating on air
now trails drifting to the street light
flowing without perceivable order
appearing illogical, irrational
beyond the realm of comprehension,
there lies the order
an unseen structure
making all smoke rise differently
but the same every time
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
the effortless encounter
the slightest breeze
a light beat of the wings
order and perfection are reduced to regulated chaos
once a beautiful circle floating on air
now trails drifting to the street light
flowing without perceivable order
appearing illogical, irrational
beyond the realm of comprehension,
there lies the order
an unseen structure
making all smoke rise differently
but the same every time
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Saturday, September 17, 2005
the only appropriate response is to praise you:
when i consider your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
You have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor. Psalm 8:3-5
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a brodegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. Psalm 19:1-5
Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples.
For great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; he is to be feared above all gods.
For all the gods of the nations are idols, but the Lord made the heavens. Psalm 96:3-5
Praise him, sun and moon, praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, you highest heavens and you waters above the skies.
Let them praise the name of the Lord, for he commanded and they were created. Psalm 148:3-5
if i dont proclaim his glory, the rocks will cry out....
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
when i consider your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
You have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor. Psalm 8:3-5
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a brodegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. Psalm 19:1-5
Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples.
For great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; he is to be feared above all gods.
For all the gods of the nations are idols, but the Lord made the heavens. Psalm 96:3-5
Praise him, sun and moon, praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, you highest heavens and you waters above the skies.
Let them praise the name of the Lord, for he commanded and they were created. Psalm 148:3-5
if i dont proclaim his glory, the rocks will cry out....
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Friday, September 16, 2005
i might go see "Just Like Heaven" solely to see Jon Heder execute this line:
"I'm like 99.9% parched here. I could really use a cola."
hilarious. the rest of the movie would probably make me want to punch myself in the face. whatever. reese is still hot.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
"I'm like 99.9% parched here. I could really use a cola."
hilarious. the rest of the movie would probably make me want to punch myself in the face. whatever. reese is still hot.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
and the desire/discipline to post on my blog waxes and wanes....we are at a high point apparently.
dont feel like you have to read through the lecture/sermon below. i know it is long. i dont know what happened today....i guess my brain was really full and i had been thinking about a lot of things all weekend.
i guess that is what happens when you get to sit by the pool and relax. i'll have to remember that.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
dont feel like you have to read through the lecture/sermon below. i know it is long. i dont know what happened today....i guess my brain was really full and i had been thinking about a lot of things all weekend.
i guess that is what happens when you get to sit by the pool and relax. i'll have to remember that.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Every day, man is making bigger and better fool-proof things. Every day, nature is making bigger and better fools. So far, I think nature is winning.
-Albert Einstein
this touches on something i have been thinking about a lot lately, ever since Hurricane Katrina started threatening the Gulf Coast. Not that AE and I think alike all the time, but I think we are on the same page on this one, I just want to put a slightly different spin on it.
What more can we do to defend ourselves against a natural disaster or any other catastrophe, for that matter? Where are our scientists, engineers, mathmeticians, and doctors? Can't we reason our way through this? Can't the power of the mind conquer all? If we only work harder, we will come up with the answer, we will be able to solve it, we will be able to protect ourselves from such things. Science and reason and rationality and innovation; these are all we need. Isn't that what Alexander Pope and Denis Diderot were trying to convince the world of? Has it not worked rather magnificently? Yet, I cannot help but step back and look out and look up.
My response is, wow. Awesome. And this is not to be taken lightly, this is not to be sniggered at, AWEsome. I am not some stoned hippy or teenage skater-punk or a sun-baked surfer, and certainly not a turtle with amazing ninja powers mutated from the cesspools of New York's sewer system. I mean awesome in the true meaning of the word. I am being filled with awe. i am speachless. This is why the words awesome and awful come from the same root word. The TRUE meaning of these words has been lost amid middle schoolers throwing comments back and forth about how a movie, or hair style or a hot dog (thank you Eddie Izzard) are awesome. NO. they are not awesome. you would not be able to fathom life or comprehend existence or force yourself to speak of such a thing. it would render you speechless, in a state of awe.
Here are two of the dictionary definitions of awful, a word which has been used to describe the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina: (emphasis added)
4: inspired by a feeling of fearful wonderment or reverence; "awed by the silence"; "awful worshippers with bowed heads" [syn: awed] 5: inspiring awe or admiration or wonder; "New York is an amazing city"; "the Grand Canyon is an awe-inspiring sight"; "the awesome complexity of the universe"; "this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath"- Melville;
where is the true sense of awe? why have we lost that? why do we continue to fight with our minds, bull-headed and stubborn? look around you. your own fingerprint, a snowflake, a pupil, the way water flows over rocks or up on the shore, the way smoke rises. All connected in similarity, not random. Similar, but not identical. Created with a design, but also with individuality.
Look at the universe. It is beyond our ability to comprehend how massive it is. It is awesome. How can one truly grasp its size and expanse? Yet we are not filled with wonder and awe by any of these things. We pass them by, ignore them, and go about our busy lives.
God is awesome and so is all that he created. in the true sense of the word. i should be trembling out of reverence and awe every time i think of Him, every time i step out the door and see dew on my car and the rays of the sun break through the leaves on an oak tree. He did this, He created all of this. the power and might and sheer size of my God is unfathomable. it is truly awesome.
my point is that God is immeasurably powerful and holy. he creates storms that cause millions and billions of dollars of damage. look at the thunder and lightning, tornados, volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis.... creation bears witness to the awesome nature of its creator. it is not out of chaos, it is not uncontrolled mayhem. it is awesome and it should be seen as such. i have loved the feeling i have gotten (even this summer) when there is a huge thunderstorm and i am actually scared (at age 22) or when a massive wave has tossed me about and spat me up on the shore or seeing the magnitude of the Rockies or the Alps. Because at that point, my pride is stripped away and I am in awe. A feeling of fearful wonderment or reverence...inspiring awe or admiration or wonder... At that point, I see that I am small and i am weak and I am nothing in comparison to the power of the Lord of the Universe. Nothing i can build or invent or design will ever compare or protect or defend against the power of God's creation. Is God bearing down on the human race with wrath? No, I don't think so. I know He is in complete control and He is trying to get our attention. Make us snap out of our haughtiness and pride and humble ourselves before our Creator. Hurricane Katrina was awesome, the damage she brought was awful....but it has filled me with awe nonetheless. Not anger, I am not angry at God and I don't think we should be.
I am not talking about the chaos that ensued in the primitive conditions those people were living in. I am not talking about that. That truly was sad and depressing as a member of the human race to watch us revert to that kind of behavior when backed into a corner and isolated from help. I am not saying it isnt human nature, I just think we are not reminded of it enough, so it was even more shocking.
Bill Warrick's message on Sunday hit me when he was talking about the aftermath of Katrina and all the people going on national television to talk about it. he said he happened to flip to one channel where there was quite an argument raging between an atheist, a baptist, and scientologist i believe. Why would God do this to those people in New Orleans? Isn't he supposed to be loving? The baptist was giving Sunday School answers, stepping around the issue. Finally, it was the atheist, out of all of them who said (in a thick bayou-region accent) "It don't matter. God can do what he want. He God."
She is right. What can our response be but awe and reverence? He is God. He is in control. He is holy and unfathomably powerful. God can do what he want.
dont think that i have been extremely depressed recently or pessimistic, but i was thinking about how i would be ok with dying in a massive hurricane, or tornado, blizzard, avalanche, tsunami...etc. I would feel an inkling of God's true power manifested on earth through nature. surfing a hurricane? sounds awesome, in the true meaning of the word. i would be rendered speechless.
so to conclude, i will let some verses and quotes do the rest of the talking for me:
"Do not deceive yourselves. If any one of you thinks he is wise by the standards of this age, he should become a "fool" so that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God's sight. " 1 Cor. 3:18-19
"To the LORD your God belong the heavens, even the highest heavens, the earth and everything in it." Deut. 10:14
"The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it...Who may ascend the hill of the LORD ? Who may stand in his holy place?" Ps 24:1,3
"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." Proverbs 9:10 (also Job 28:28, Proverbs 1:7, Ps 111:10)
I want to know God's thoughts; the rest are details - AE
Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts - AE
I am convinced that He (God) does not play dice - AE
God does not care about our mathematical difficulties. He integrates empirically. - AE
Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal. - AE
My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind. - AE
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust - we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper. - AE
Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind - AE
many of those close to Einstein said he would talk about God constantly while not publicly profession affiliation with any religion. They would say they thought he was a theologian in disguise, not a scientist or mathmetician. My theory is summed up in the last quote i added. He pursued science to explain things without the help of God. the further he got, the more he pushed deeper and deeper, the more struck with awe he was. Religion as a whole, or Christians specifically, cannot truly understand who they are worshipping outside of the realm of science. science contributes to faith instead of detracting. 150 mph winds, 20 foot storm surge, massive tsunamis, sunspots, or our very own DNA. They all point to the awesome nature of God, the cosmic Creator.
just think about it.....it makes you see things differently.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
-Albert Einstein
this touches on something i have been thinking about a lot lately, ever since Hurricane Katrina started threatening the Gulf Coast. Not that AE and I think alike all the time, but I think we are on the same page on this one, I just want to put a slightly different spin on it.
What more can we do to defend ourselves against a natural disaster or any other catastrophe, for that matter? Where are our scientists, engineers, mathmeticians, and doctors? Can't we reason our way through this? Can't the power of the mind conquer all? If we only work harder, we will come up with the answer, we will be able to solve it, we will be able to protect ourselves from such things. Science and reason and rationality and innovation; these are all we need. Isn't that what Alexander Pope and Denis Diderot were trying to convince the world of? Has it not worked rather magnificently? Yet, I cannot help but step back and look out and look up.
My response is, wow. Awesome. And this is not to be taken lightly, this is not to be sniggered at, AWEsome. I am not some stoned hippy or teenage skater-punk or a sun-baked surfer, and certainly not a turtle with amazing ninja powers mutated from the cesspools of New York's sewer system. I mean awesome in the true meaning of the word. I am being filled with awe. i am speachless. This is why the words awesome and awful come from the same root word. The TRUE meaning of these words has been lost amid middle schoolers throwing comments back and forth about how a movie, or hair style or a hot dog (thank you Eddie Izzard) are awesome. NO. they are not awesome. you would not be able to fathom life or comprehend existence or force yourself to speak of such a thing. it would render you speechless, in a state of awe.
Here are two of the dictionary definitions of awful, a word which has been used to describe the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina: (emphasis added)
4: inspired by a feeling of fearful wonderment or reverence; "awed by the silence"; "awful worshippers with bowed heads" [syn: awed] 5: inspiring awe or admiration or wonder; "New York is an amazing city"; "the Grand Canyon is an awe-inspiring sight"; "the awesome complexity of the universe"; "this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath"- Melville;
where is the true sense of awe? why have we lost that? why do we continue to fight with our minds, bull-headed and stubborn? look around you. your own fingerprint, a snowflake, a pupil, the way water flows over rocks or up on the shore, the way smoke rises. All connected in similarity, not random. Similar, but not identical. Created with a design, but also with individuality.
Look at the universe. It is beyond our ability to comprehend how massive it is. It is awesome. How can one truly grasp its size and expanse? Yet we are not filled with wonder and awe by any of these things. We pass them by, ignore them, and go about our busy lives.
God is awesome and so is all that he created. in the true sense of the word. i should be trembling out of reverence and awe every time i think of Him, every time i step out the door and see dew on my car and the rays of the sun break through the leaves on an oak tree. He did this, He created all of this. the power and might and sheer size of my God is unfathomable. it is truly awesome.
my point is that God is immeasurably powerful and holy. he creates storms that cause millions and billions of dollars of damage. look at the thunder and lightning, tornados, volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis.... creation bears witness to the awesome nature of its creator. it is not out of chaos, it is not uncontrolled mayhem. it is awesome and it should be seen as such. i have loved the feeling i have gotten (even this summer) when there is a huge thunderstorm and i am actually scared (at age 22) or when a massive wave has tossed me about and spat me up on the shore or seeing the magnitude of the Rockies or the Alps. Because at that point, my pride is stripped away and I am in awe. A feeling of fearful wonderment or reverence...inspiring awe or admiration or wonder... At that point, I see that I am small and i am weak and I am nothing in comparison to the power of the Lord of the Universe. Nothing i can build or invent or design will ever compare or protect or defend against the power of God's creation. Is God bearing down on the human race with wrath? No, I don't think so. I know He is in complete control and He is trying to get our attention. Make us snap out of our haughtiness and pride and humble ourselves before our Creator. Hurricane Katrina was awesome, the damage she brought was awful....but it has filled me with awe nonetheless. Not anger, I am not angry at God and I don't think we should be.
I am not talking about the chaos that ensued in the primitive conditions those people were living in. I am not talking about that. That truly was sad and depressing as a member of the human race to watch us revert to that kind of behavior when backed into a corner and isolated from help. I am not saying it isnt human nature, I just think we are not reminded of it enough, so it was even more shocking.
Bill Warrick's message on Sunday hit me when he was talking about the aftermath of Katrina and all the people going on national television to talk about it. he said he happened to flip to one channel where there was quite an argument raging between an atheist, a baptist, and scientologist i believe. Why would God do this to those people in New Orleans? Isn't he supposed to be loving? The baptist was giving Sunday School answers, stepping around the issue. Finally, it was the atheist, out of all of them who said (in a thick bayou-region accent) "It don't matter. God can do what he want. He God."
She is right. What can our response be but awe and reverence? He is God. He is in control. He is holy and unfathomably powerful. God can do what he want.
dont think that i have been extremely depressed recently or pessimistic, but i was thinking about how i would be ok with dying in a massive hurricane, or tornado, blizzard, avalanche, tsunami...etc. I would feel an inkling of God's true power manifested on earth through nature. surfing a hurricane? sounds awesome, in the true meaning of the word. i would be rendered speechless.
so to conclude, i will let some verses and quotes do the rest of the talking for me:
"Do not deceive yourselves. If any one of you thinks he is wise by the standards of this age, he should become a "fool" so that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God's sight. " 1 Cor. 3:18-19
"To the LORD your God belong the heavens, even the highest heavens, the earth and everything in it." Deut. 10:14
"The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it...Who may ascend the hill of the LORD ? Who may stand in his holy place?" Ps 24:1,3
"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." Proverbs 9:10 (also Job 28:28, Proverbs 1:7, Ps 111:10)
I want to know God's thoughts; the rest are details - AE
Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts - AE
I am convinced that He (God) does not play dice - AE
God does not care about our mathematical difficulties. He integrates empirically. - AE
Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal. - AE
My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind. - AE
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust - we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper. - AE
Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind - AE
many of those close to Einstein said he would talk about God constantly while not publicly profession affiliation with any religion. They would say they thought he was a theologian in disguise, not a scientist or mathmetician. My theory is summed up in the last quote i added. He pursued science to explain things without the help of God. the further he got, the more he pushed deeper and deeper, the more struck with awe he was. Religion as a whole, or Christians specifically, cannot truly understand who they are worshipping outside of the realm of science. science contributes to faith instead of detracting. 150 mph winds, 20 foot storm surge, massive tsunamis, sunspots, or our very own DNA. They all point to the awesome nature of God, the cosmic Creator.
just think about it.....it makes you see things differently.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
a little view into Dan Belen:
it has come to my attention that more people are reading this blog than i thought were, a few in particular which were very surprising...in spite of all this (not that it is a bad thing, of course) i have decided to share the results of my DiSC Biblical Personality Profile. For those of you who aren't familiar with all the different psychological tests and surveys that are used by employers to determine what kind of personality you have, DiSC is one of the most popular ones. It is a very good system. i hadn't taken one for real until about halfway through July when I had to take one for my application process for a job at the Chapel. To be honest, even though i know how it works and normally i would try to out-smart it and answer the questions in such a way as to get the result i would like, i answered all the questions honestly (i mean it was an application for a job at a church) and the results were incredibly accurate.
i know for at least some of you, this will not be a surprise, you already knew all these things about me. for others, welcome to the Dan Belen Show.
Results:
Appraiser Pattern
Emotions: is driven to look good
Goal: "victory" with flair
Judges others by: ability to initiate activities
Influences others by: competitive recognition
Value to the organization: accomplishes goals with the team
Overuses: authority; ingenuity
Under pressure: becomes restless, critical, impatient
Fears: "loss" or "failure"; others' disapproval
Would increase effectiveness with: individual follow-through; empathy when showing disapproval; steadier pace
Positive Biblical Role Model: David
Explanation: Appraisers have an expansive enthusiasm and the ability to inspire others for a cause. Instead of giving orders, they seem to draw people alongside. We see David, an Appraiser, do this when he enlists the aid of his followers in obtaining 200 Philistine foreskins to satisfy the dowry demand for Michal, Appraisers are not intimidated by aggressive people, but they reserve admiration for those who show style, charm, and flair. David's responsiveness to Abigail is an example of an Appraiser's esteem and appreciation. Appraisers frequently have a bent towards the arts...Under pressure, Appraisers are susceptible to temptation and often use their assertiveness to obtain what might be better left alone. We see this when David pursued Bathsheba and then suffered the consequences...
now, of course, this is highly personal information and a confidential report only seen by those involved in the hiring process. but i know some might enjoy a little peek into my life and what is behind the curtain. for those who already think they know me, this may confirm that or maybe remind you that "the heart of man is like deep water" (prov. 20:5) and to believe that as being one of the people that knows someone the best, you are capable of actually knowing them. at least until they let you know them to the fullest extent possible.
anyways. i decided to share. take it for what you will.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
it has come to my attention that more people are reading this blog than i thought were, a few in particular which were very surprising...in spite of all this (not that it is a bad thing, of course) i have decided to share the results of my DiSC Biblical Personality Profile. For those of you who aren't familiar with all the different psychological tests and surveys that are used by employers to determine what kind of personality you have, DiSC is one of the most popular ones. It is a very good system. i hadn't taken one for real until about halfway through July when I had to take one for my application process for a job at the Chapel. To be honest, even though i know how it works and normally i would try to out-smart it and answer the questions in such a way as to get the result i would like, i answered all the questions honestly (i mean it was an application for a job at a church) and the results were incredibly accurate.
i know for at least some of you, this will not be a surprise, you already knew all these things about me. for others, welcome to the Dan Belen Show.
Results:
Appraiser Pattern
Emotions: is driven to look good
Goal: "victory" with flair
Judges others by: ability to initiate activities
Influences others by: competitive recognition
Value to the organization: accomplishes goals with the team
Overuses: authority; ingenuity
Under pressure: becomes restless, critical, impatient
Fears: "loss" or "failure"; others' disapproval
Would increase effectiveness with: individual follow-through; empathy when showing disapproval; steadier pace
Positive Biblical Role Model: David
Explanation: Appraisers have an expansive enthusiasm and the ability to inspire others for a cause. Instead of giving orders, they seem to draw people alongside. We see David, an Appraiser, do this when he enlists the aid of his followers in obtaining 200 Philistine foreskins to satisfy the dowry demand for Michal, Appraisers are not intimidated by aggressive people, but they reserve admiration for those who show style, charm, and flair. David's responsiveness to Abigail is an example of an Appraiser's esteem and appreciation. Appraisers frequently have a bent towards the arts...Under pressure, Appraisers are susceptible to temptation and often use their assertiveness to obtain what might be better left alone. We see this when David pursued Bathsheba and then suffered the consequences...
now, of course, this is highly personal information and a confidential report only seen by those involved in the hiring process. but i know some might enjoy a little peek into my life and what is behind the curtain. for those who already think they know me, this may confirm that or maybe remind you that "the heart of man is like deep water" (prov. 20:5) and to believe that as being one of the people that knows someone the best, you are capable of actually knowing them. at least until they let you know them to the fullest extent possible.
anyways. i decided to share. take it for what you will.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
in spite of the comments already made regarding the film, i feel obligated to recap some of my favourite moments from last night's highly-anticipated film:
TOMMY: Big time. Absolutely fucking radge. 'It's me or Iggy Pop, time to decide.'
SPUD: So what's it going to be?
TOMMY: Well, I've paid for the ticket.
RENTON: Christ, I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.
Some people hate the English, but I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. We can't even pick a decent culture to be colonized by. We are ruled by effete arseholes. It's a shite state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world will not make any fucking difference.
Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you never have enough.
...and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
At or around this time, Spud, Sick Boy, and I made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible
"Sick Boy's always been lacking in moral fiber."
"He knows a lot about Sean Connery."
"That's hardly a substitute."
now all that is left to do is decide what will be the next must-see film. hmm.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
TOMMY: Big time. Absolutely fucking radge. 'It's me or Iggy Pop, time to decide.'
SPUD: So what's it going to be?
TOMMY: Well, I've paid for the ticket.
RENTON: Christ, I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.
Some people hate the English, but I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. We can't even pick a decent culture to be colonized by. We are ruled by effete arseholes. It's a shite state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world will not make any fucking difference.
Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you never have enough.
...and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
At or around this time, Spud, Sick Boy, and I made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible
"Sick Boy's always been lacking in moral fiber."
"He knows a lot about Sean Connery."
"That's hardly a substitute."
now all that is left to do is decide what will be the next must-see film. hmm.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f*cking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of f*cking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f*cking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f*cked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclozine, codeine, temazepam, nitrezepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide chlormethiazole. The streets are awash with drugs that you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. F*ck it, we would have injected Vitamin C if only they'd made it illegal.
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the f*cking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suit, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclozine, codeine, temazepam, nitrezepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide chlormethiazole. The streets are awash with drugs that you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. F*ck it, we would have injected Vitamin C if only they'd made it illegal.
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the f*cking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suit, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
more stuff that doesnt fit in my profile:
Theres nothing left to be said
Its all been spoken
In spite of words you couldn't find for me
I guess you came out ahead
Now I'm broken into a man ashamed to show his face
Walkin away seemed so easy for you
So why's it gotta be so hard for me
To see that its over when for so long love was just you and me
It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom...
It is for freedom that you have been set free....
outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes
I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Theres nothing left to be said
Its all been spoken
In spite of words you couldn't find for me
I guess you came out ahead
Now I'm broken into a man ashamed to show his face
Walkin away seemed so easy for you
So why's it gotta be so hard for me
To see that its over when for so long love was just you and me
It's all for nothing if you don't have freedom...
It is for freedom that you have been set free....
outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes
I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
im dying to know
do you like dreaming of things
so impossible
or only the practical
or ever the wild
waiting through all your bad, bad days just to end them with someone you care about
do you like making out and long drives and brown eyes and guys that just dont quite fit in
yeah. do you like them?
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Here are pictures of my new room at Unit H in Williamsburg. 1342 S. Mt. Vernon Ave. Apt. H Williamsburg, VA 23185 if you want the address!
i decided to paint it, and spent a lot of time and effort looking at paint samples, because i wanted my room to be a relaxing, envigorating, and still masculine place to stay. I think this color definitely achieved that. it is beautiful. i dont think the pictures do it justice.
and yes i intentionally left the bed unmade because i wanted it to look more "lived in"
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Friday, August 26, 2005
is this seat saved?
so i said, "well if aquinas reasoned that even animals have no soul, how much less chance does an inanimate object like a chair have of gaining salvation?"
he said, "i meant is anyone sitting here?"
Ambiguity.
the devil's volleyball...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
so i said, "well if aquinas reasoned that even animals have no soul, how much less chance does an inanimate object like a chair have of gaining salvation?"
he said, "i meant is anyone sitting here?"
Ambiguity.
the devil's volleyball...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
For Karla Petty, the Queen of Nursing Beers:
I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.
thank you Emo Phillips.
in related news (and this is a true story):
Emo Phillips was pulled over in Massachusetts for reckless driving. When brought before the judge, Emo was asked if he knew what the punishment for drunk driving in that state was. His reply: "I don't know, reelection to the Senate?"
More Emo:
"My grandmother's brain was dead, but her heart was still beating. It was the first time we ever had a democrat in the family."
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.
thank you Emo Phillips.
in related news (and this is a true story):
Emo Phillips was pulled over in Massachusetts for reckless driving. When brought before the judge, Emo was asked if he knew what the punishment for drunk driving in that state was. His reply: "I don't know, reelection to the Senate?"
More Emo:
"My grandmother's brain was dead, but her heart was still beating. It was the first time we ever had a democrat in the family."
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Thursday, August 11, 2005
it is as if you are on safari in Africa and, from afar, you see a lion, separated from the rest of the pack, with a huge sign that says, "I Am Extremely Hungry" and you decide that it would be a good idea to go over to him and try to convince him that he isnt really hungry and that all that delicious food he is thinking about isn't what he really wants. now you tell me if that lion will listen to a word you are saying. will he be willing to reason with you or eat you in the middle of a sentence?
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
Monday, August 01, 2005
i wanted to make a note that since i have graduated and have moved on from college, i am now unsure when my college email will close. so i am attempting to have as much email as possible be redirected to my yahoo email account: boofydb@yahoo.com. you will note that the signature at the bottom of the posts from now on will be changed.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
any and all comments or responses are welcome at boofydb@yahoo.com
As work continues, I take over more and more roles, learn more, and am given more responsibility. I also now have a profile up on the Chapel administrative staff webpage. not that there is information there you really need to know, it is just that it is there.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Friday, July 29, 2005
all of Chapel Life has raved about my acting skills after the first three Chapel Lifes because i have been in the dramas and the American Idol skit. here are a couple of the many many pictures. it seems like everyone knows who i am.
as Simon from American Idol
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
as Simon from American Idol
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
i got my first paycheck today. yay. go me. it is nice to be earning money.
last night, back in the day, nostalgia, weirdo where-the-heck-did-that-come-from event. i find out that a girl i had seen around campus, but really just met for the first time last night, is none other than Kirsten Shiroma, as in David Shiroma's sister, as in Trinity Christian School, as in long time ago.....very random and crazy. and she digs me. clearly. need i say more.
oh the things that happen at the leafe.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
last night, back in the day, nostalgia, weirdo where-the-heck-did-that-come-from event. i find out that a girl i had seen around campus, but really just met for the first time last night, is none other than Kirsten Shiroma, as in David Shiroma's sister, as in Trinity Christian School, as in long time ago.....very random and crazy. and she digs me. clearly. need i say more.
oh the things that happen at the leafe.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
yes. i know what dreamweaver, flash, and fireworks are....and i know how to use them. i make and maintain and change things with them. yeah so? so i get a little excited that i get new versions of the macromedia MX office suite and it is on my computer and i can use them for fun things....yeah so? shut up. youre a dork too. dont try to deny it.
giddy like Karla Petty at the release of the U2 iPod
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
giddy like Karla Petty at the release of the U2 iPod
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Saturday, July 23, 2005
in other news, it has come to my attention that i did not make a significant enough effort to recognize and thank those friends and acquaintances that kyle, chris, and myself spent time with in Athens, GA. so i will do that now. we had a great time. absolutely fabulous. the men of XY showed up and wrecked some serious house on the Pong table. those Georgia boys didnt know what was coming. they are probably still crying about it and have lost all confidence in their own skills at playing. we hung out with some really cool people, i got to introduce my W&M friends to the one and only Leslie D. Jones and then we got to meet a bunch of her friends. we got to go do up Athens right, ya know, the way a college town should be. and most of all we got to lay down the smack on leslie's vegetarian roommate who wanted to go get some crap for breakfast. immediate and decisive response: NO. we went to IHOP instead. the trip was amazing, we had a blast. I finally got to see Mitch Hedburg live at UGA, only a couple of weeks before he died. very tragic and sad. but at least my lasting memory of him will be his CD, which i love, his Comedy Central show, and actually seeing him in person. a very funny comedian, even if he had personal issues.
so on the whole, i loved the trip. it was well worth the drive. we had a wonderful time and kyle and chris loved meeting everybody. we would make the trip again in a heartbeat...maybe we will. who knows. we will see.
there you go leslie. sorry it was so belated.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
so on the whole, i loved the trip. it was well worth the drive. we had a wonderful time and kyle and chris loved meeting everybody. we would make the trip again in a heartbeat...maybe we will. who knows. we will see.
there you go leslie. sorry it was so belated.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
free switchfoot concert in norfolk. pretty awesome. got to spend quality time with some of my guys. there is something about some surfers from VA Beach via Southern CA singing about life from a Christian perspective that is really awesome. rock on. and i have had girls comment on my hair, saying that it looks like i am one of the guys in switchfoot, which is a huge compliment.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
dont ever underestimate the hilarity and happiness that will ensue when you experience Strong Bad's emails. how could i have been gone so long? i missed the silliness and general funniness of my favorite masked friend. never again shall i wait so long to visit him again and read his emails. if you dont know what i am talking about, what is wrong with you? and here is the link.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Monday, July 18, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
in light of the impending release of the new Harry Potter book, a quick comment:
Hermione Granger, proof that dorks can be hot.
not just in the book obviously, Emma Watson was a perfect choice for the movies. and of course she is hot, she is supposed to be. That is how J.K. Rowling wrote the books. hot in an incredibly nerdy/intellectual way. and that just makes some of us go weak at the knees. now, of course, this level of hotness hasnt been achieved yet, it is what is sometimes called "potential level of attractiveness" by many famous scientists. she is the type of girl who is not hot or attractive now, because she is so young and that would be weird, but the potential for incredible hotness is very apparent. it is the, "wow, in ten years she is going to be a knockout" approach.
Hermione Granger, making every guy wish he was Harry Potter for one day.
according to one of her many fans' imaginary account of the life of Hermione, one of her quirks and habits is "Biting her bottom lip when in thought, twirling her hair on her finger"
all i have to say is get on the ball Harry. The girl is smoking. and brilliant to match.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
this is my flash file pick of the week. it is an old favorite. probably the most funny when you are really really tired or in a silly mood or influenced by a product frowned upon by government and society.
nonetheless, this one goes out to Karla Petty, who has yet to see it, if i am correct, Megann Jones, whose aplle pie is a stumbling block in my thought and lust life, and whoever put half of a key lime pie in the fridge at work and said it was for anyone. all of you, as well as the Market 314 duo, have contributed to my enjoyment of pie, and this makes me think of you.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
nonetheless, this one goes out to Karla Petty, who has yet to see it, if i am correct, Megann Jones, whose aplle pie is a stumbling block in my thought and lust life, and whoever put half of a key lime pie in the fridge at work and said it was for anyone. all of you, as well as the Market 314 duo, have contributed to my enjoyment of pie, and this makes me think of you.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Monday, July 11, 2005
on the history of Thomas Jefferson (the over-rated, aloof, extortionist) leaving Williamsburg following the end of the Revolutionary War and lobbying heavily for the relocation of Virginia's state capital to Richmond. unlike his Patrick Henry, a fellow alumnus of the College and member of the Williamsburg community, when Jefferson took the reins of government away from Henry, he abandoned his home and ran away, closer to his dream location for a conglomeration of snooty, elitist, bastards lying to their parents about how they want to go there because they want to get an education and telling their friends that they wont ever change to fit in.
at this time Williamsburg's economy fell apart. Being the capital city was a big deal and had been for some time. when that prestige was moved west, the city suffered. The only two institutions that survived this meltdown were the College of William and Mary (of course, those resilient nerds...) and the Public Hostpital for the Insane (now know as Eastern State Mental Hospital, a section of which has been an off-campus dorm, Dillard, for unlucky students lacking social skills or a good lottery number). Of course, in the tradition of Williamsburg hating the students at the College ever since the founding fathers left, they liked to joke about the irony of the situation. even as the enrollment at the College diminished, they would joke that the only difference between these two remaining institutions was that one of them, the latter, required some proof of improvement before letting you leave. thus sealing the fate of countless over-worked, excessively-stressed, borderline-insane, and perpetually-hated students at the College of William and Mary and their relation to the surrounding community.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
at this time Williamsburg's economy fell apart. Being the capital city was a big deal and had been for some time. when that prestige was moved west, the city suffered. The only two institutions that survived this meltdown were the College of William and Mary (of course, those resilient nerds...) and the Public Hostpital for the Insane (now know as Eastern State Mental Hospital, a section of which has been an off-campus dorm, Dillard, for unlucky students lacking social skills or a good lottery number). Of course, in the tradition of Williamsburg hating the students at the College ever since the founding fathers left, they liked to joke about the irony of the situation. even as the enrollment at the College diminished, they would joke that the only difference between these two remaining institutions was that one of them, the latter, required some proof of improvement before letting you leave. thus sealing the fate of countless over-worked, excessively-stressed, borderline-insane, and perpetually-hated students at the College of William and Mary and their relation to the surrounding community.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
now, i dont mean to butt heads with the Maker's Mark faithful, but honestly, at times i think Virginia Gentleman is better. or at least, i prefer it. i feel that is my opinion and i am entitled to it. but there is a little bit of a history lesson i would like to pass on concerning the distilling of bourbon. for those who care and for those that think Virginia Gentleman is "glorified water" or nothing more than a state of mind and a character trait...
first of all, everyone thinks about bourbon in the wrong way. they say that it must be distilled in Kentucky to be named bourbon, but that isnt really the distinction. just like any tall tale, it has been twisted over the years. and it wasnt until my brother made a joking, off-the-cuff remark about my bourbon of choice, Virginia Gentleman, and how it has no right to use the name bourbon because it isnt distilled in Kentucky, that i decided to get more information on the matter than i could extract from my whisk(e)y book.
everyone talks about Elijah Craig as the father of bourbon, or the first one to ever distill it. Elijah Craig this, Elijah Craig that. Listen, Elijah Craig is nothing more than and exaggerated example used by frightened distillers being oppressed during Prohibition to justify their work, which had become very successful and profitable. What better way to justify your business of making whiskey than to point to a man with a (coincidentally, i'm sure) religiously-affiliated name who happens to be a Baptist minister. They try to lessen the appearence of their own "sin" (according to the feds i guess. since when did the Constitution say that our government was allowed to enforce and coerce and destroy on the basis of their own moral standards? dont ask this lady) by pointing to this Baptist minister (who most certainly must be a righteous and upstanding citizen) and saying he was doing it too. of course elijah Craig was making whiksey, everyone was. as soon as the western expansion got over those mountains and they began to settle, one of the first things they did was build distilleries. Did Craig exist? yes. did he produce whiskey? yes. was he the first? no. was he in Bourbon County? no. but the people needed someone to put up on front of the government as an example to show that making alcohol wasnt all that bad. they essentially wanted to tarnish Craig's name so that theirs didnt look that dirty. but the ironic result was that Craig's name is now the most famous to come out of the formative years of bourbon whiksey production. even though he wasnt the first and wasnt from Bourbon County.
Bourbon Whiskey really originally got it's name from elsewhere, not from inside Bourbon County Kentucky. not only has that county been split up and re-drawn many times, but what is now called or thought to be Bourbon county was originally in Virginia. if people try to make claims about special water sources or the land or anything that that which might contribute to the quality of the whiskey, they need to realize that all of that was originally Virginian. anyways. this argument/discussion is going in circles. Elijah Craig is pointed to because it seemed to be advantageous at the time to pick a moral, upstanding Baptist preacher to represent the production of whiskey. it wasnt because he was the first one to do it. he wasnt even from Kentucky, but then again Bourbon County wasnt originally in Kentucky either. There is a whole huge section of Kentucky that can be called Bourbon County because of the district boundaries and how they have been changed over the years. the whiskey that they produced was for personal consumption originally. then people shared it with friends and then it expanded from there. when they shipped their barrels of whiskey, they would send them floating down to the Ohio River. the barrels would be labelled "Old Bourbon" to clarify that these barrels were coming from the original county of Bourbon, not that whole area that people liked to call Bourdon. People from other counties would say that they were from Bourbon just to be associated with them. Those with the original recipes and the original production, would differentiate themselves by writing "Old Bourbon" on their barrels. This led to the recipients asking for "old Boubrbon whiskey" by name since their batches were much better than anything else produced at that time. this changed to just bourbon whiskey, referring to a type of whiskey, a level of quality, a taste, a specific recipe. It wasnt referring to a specific area of the state anymore, other people had produced bourbon whiskey that tasted as good or better. it originated from that area called Bourbon County, named after the House of Bourbon in France as a sign of appreciation and thanks for the French army's help in the Revolutionary War. That whiskey was good and it has been imitated ever since. Did Elijah Craig learn how to make bourbon while he was in Virginia? was it being produced in that area when it was still called Virginia? this is all very likely. as soon as the pioneers settled west, they would set up distilleries to make whiskey. so being a bourbon whiskey refers to a type of drink, but it all could very easily be called Virginian Bourbon Whiskey instead of Kentucky. if you want to argue about such small, insigificant things.
the bottom line is that Virginia Gentleman, the only remaining bourbon distilled outside of Kentucky, has a right to claim that it is bourbon. others from Kentucky can argue all they want, but they have no leg to stand on. it meets all the original requirements of a bourbon whiskey, the original distillers of Virginia Gentleman lived in the same county as Elijah Craig in western Virginia and im sure taught him a couple things. yet Virginia Gentleman does not try to fit in with the other bourbons, they know where their heritage lies and they identify with it gladly. They put it on the label: Virginia Bourbon Whiskey. it is accurate and correct. it is produced in Virginia, but it is still bourbon. They do have a unique, re-distillation process that starts in Kentucky and then ends in the very unique copper still in Fredericksburg, VA. the result is a unique, award-winning flavor. and from there it is up to you and your tastebuds to decide what you want and which bourbon you prefer. or i guess you could just drink Mike's Hard Berry and Smirnoff Ice instead of bourbon. I feel proud that i am a Virginia gentleman and will continue to drink to such. it is good and i support it. the 4-year and the 6-year are both very good and are working hard to train my palette to love bourbon.
try VG90 (aka The Fox) next to your Jim Beam or Maker's or Elijah Craig or Knob Creek and see how it stacks up. I think you will be pleasantly surprised.
but most importantly, enjoy the beverage and the company you share it with.
here are a couple links that you can look at if you are interested in learning some more about the history or read some reviews of Virginia Gentleman.
http://store.yahoo.com/randalls/rws24391.html
http://www.epinions.com/fddk-review-1CF6-1CE7755B-3A0763C4-prod5
http://www.epinions.com/fddk-review-15E6-49A793F-3A084DA1-prod4
http://www.straightbourbon.com/articles/ccname.html
http://www.alcoholreviews.com/SPIRITS/virginiagentleman.html
http://www.beerliquors.com/buy/liquors/virginia_gentleman.htm
http://www.jimbeam.com/beam/v5/heritage/history.aspx
http://www.alcoholreviews.com/SPIRITS/makersmark.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Gentleman
http://www.visitfairfax.org/itin_reston.php
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
first of all, everyone thinks about bourbon in the wrong way. they say that it must be distilled in Kentucky to be named bourbon, but that isnt really the distinction. just like any tall tale, it has been twisted over the years. and it wasnt until my brother made a joking, off-the-cuff remark about my bourbon of choice, Virginia Gentleman, and how it has no right to use the name bourbon because it isnt distilled in Kentucky, that i decided to get more information on the matter than i could extract from my whisk(e)y book.
everyone talks about Elijah Craig as the father of bourbon, or the first one to ever distill it. Elijah Craig this, Elijah Craig that. Listen, Elijah Craig is nothing more than and exaggerated example used by frightened distillers being oppressed during Prohibition to justify their work, which had become very successful and profitable. What better way to justify your business of making whiskey than to point to a man with a (coincidentally, i'm sure) religiously-affiliated name who happens to be a Baptist minister. They try to lessen the appearence of their own "sin" (according to the feds i guess. since when did the Constitution say that our government was allowed to enforce and coerce and destroy on the basis of their own moral standards? dont ask this lady) by pointing to this Baptist minister (who most certainly must be a righteous and upstanding citizen) and saying he was doing it too. of course elijah Craig was making whiksey, everyone was. as soon as the western expansion got over those mountains and they began to settle, one of the first things they did was build distilleries. Did Craig exist? yes. did he produce whiskey? yes. was he the first? no. was he in Bourbon County? no. but the people needed someone to put up on front of the government as an example to show that making alcohol wasnt all that bad. they essentially wanted to tarnish Craig's name so that theirs didnt look that dirty. but the ironic result was that Craig's name is now the most famous to come out of the formative years of bourbon whiksey production. even though he wasnt the first and wasnt from Bourbon County.
Bourbon Whiskey really originally got it's name from elsewhere, not from inside Bourbon County Kentucky. not only has that county been split up and re-drawn many times, but what is now called or thought to be Bourbon county was originally in Virginia. if people try to make claims about special water sources or the land or anything that that which might contribute to the quality of the whiskey, they need to realize that all of that was originally Virginian. anyways. this argument/discussion is going in circles. Elijah Craig is pointed to because it seemed to be advantageous at the time to pick a moral, upstanding Baptist preacher to represent the production of whiskey. it wasnt because he was the first one to do it. he wasnt even from Kentucky, but then again Bourbon County wasnt originally in Kentucky either. There is a whole huge section of Kentucky that can be called Bourbon County because of the district boundaries and how they have been changed over the years. the whiskey that they produced was for personal consumption originally. then people shared it with friends and then it expanded from there. when they shipped their barrels of whiskey, they would send them floating down to the Ohio River. the barrels would be labelled "Old Bourbon" to clarify that these barrels were coming from the original county of Bourbon, not that whole area that people liked to call Bourdon. People from other counties would say that they were from Bourbon just to be associated with them. Those with the original recipes and the original production, would differentiate themselves by writing "Old Bourbon" on their barrels. This led to the recipients asking for "old Boubrbon whiskey" by name since their batches were much better than anything else produced at that time. this changed to just bourbon whiskey, referring to a type of whiskey, a level of quality, a taste, a specific recipe. It wasnt referring to a specific area of the state anymore, other people had produced bourbon whiskey that tasted as good or better. it originated from that area called Bourbon County, named after the House of Bourbon in France as a sign of appreciation and thanks for the French army's help in the Revolutionary War. That whiskey was good and it has been imitated ever since. Did Elijah Craig learn how to make bourbon while he was in Virginia? was it being produced in that area when it was still called Virginia? this is all very likely. as soon as the pioneers settled west, they would set up distilleries to make whiskey. so being a bourbon whiskey refers to a type of drink, but it all could very easily be called Virginian Bourbon Whiskey instead of Kentucky. if you want to argue about such small, insigificant things.
the bottom line is that Virginia Gentleman, the only remaining bourbon distilled outside of Kentucky, has a right to claim that it is bourbon. others from Kentucky can argue all they want, but they have no leg to stand on. it meets all the original requirements of a bourbon whiskey, the original distillers of Virginia Gentleman lived in the same county as Elijah Craig in western Virginia and im sure taught him a couple things. yet Virginia Gentleman does not try to fit in with the other bourbons, they know where their heritage lies and they identify with it gladly. They put it on the label: Virginia Bourbon Whiskey. it is accurate and correct. it is produced in Virginia, but it is still bourbon. They do have a unique, re-distillation process that starts in Kentucky and then ends in the very unique copper still in Fredericksburg, VA. the result is a unique, award-winning flavor. and from there it is up to you and your tastebuds to decide what you want and which bourbon you prefer. or i guess you could just drink Mike's Hard Berry and Smirnoff Ice instead of bourbon. I feel proud that i am a Virginia gentleman and will continue to drink to such. it is good and i support it. the 4-year and the 6-year are both very good and are working hard to train my palette to love bourbon.
try VG90 (aka The Fox) next to your Jim Beam or Maker's or Elijah Craig or Knob Creek and see how it stacks up. I think you will be pleasantly surprised.
but most importantly, enjoy the beverage and the company you share it with.
here are a couple links that you can look at if you are interested in learning some more about the history or read some reviews of Virginia Gentleman.
http://store.yahoo.com/randalls/rws24391.html
http://www.epinions.com/fddk-review-1CF6-1CE7755B-3A0763C4-prod5
http://www.epinions.com/fddk-review-15E6-49A793F-3A084DA1-prod4
http://www.straightbourbon.com/articles/ccname.html
http://www.alcoholreviews.com/SPIRITS/virginiagentleman.html
http://www.beerliquors.com/buy/liquors/virginia_gentleman.htm
http://www.jimbeam.com/beam/v5/heritage/history.aspx
http://www.alcoholreviews.com/SPIRITS/makersmark.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Gentleman
http://www.visitfairfax.org/itin_reston.php
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
I don't care if monday's blue
tuesday's grey and wednesday too
thursday I don't care about you
it's friday I'm in love
monday you can fall apart
tuesday wednesday break my heart
thursday doesn't even start
it's friday I'm in love
saturday wait
and sunday always comes too late
but friday never hesitate...
I don't care if monday's black
tuesday wednesday heart attack
thursday never looking back
it's friday I'm in love
monday you can hold your head
tuesday wednesday stay in bed
or thursday watch the walls instead
it's friday I'm in love
saturday wait
and sunday always comes too late
but friday never hesitate...
dressed up to the eyes
it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throwing out your frown
and just smiling at the sound
and as sleek as a shriek
spinning round and round
always take a big bite
it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you in the middle of the night
you can never get enough
enough of this stuff
it's friday
I'm in love
hoping for Friday...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
tuesday's grey and wednesday too
thursday I don't care about you
it's friday I'm in love
monday you can fall apart
tuesday wednesday break my heart
thursday doesn't even start
it's friday I'm in love
saturday wait
and sunday always comes too late
but friday never hesitate...
I don't care if monday's black
tuesday wednesday heart attack
thursday never looking back
it's friday I'm in love
monday you can hold your head
tuesday wednesday stay in bed
or thursday watch the walls instead
it's friday I'm in love
saturday wait
and sunday always comes too late
but friday never hesitate...
dressed up to the eyes
it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throwing out your frown
and just smiling at the sound
and as sleek as a shriek
spinning round and round
always take a big bite
it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you in the middle of the night
you can never get enough
enough of this stuff
it's friday
I'm in love
hoping for Friday...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Sunday, July 10, 2005
in response to a posting on C&E's Market 314 blog on Friday, June 10, 2005...
topic: a fantastic post on a treasure of the South: Sweet Tea...
"Many have tried to replicate this nectar of the gods (including Arizona Teas and my brother's ex-girlfriend), but I must admit that BTQ's recipe looks to be a winner.>"
firstly: Sweet Tea must surely be capitalized and said with a slightly southern drawl, even when ordering in restaurants, such as Ruby Tuesday's (which has fairly decent Sweet Tea)
secondly: in Shannon's defense (not sure if I should, but I will defend her nonetheless) I am not sure which attempt you are referring to, but her mother does make amazing Sweet Tea...real, sun-brewed, 500g sugar, rich with soothing power and a hint of lemon, Sweet Tea. Shannon tried a couple times and made some pretty good batches when i was in Lynchburg with her and her family, much better than Arizona's version, not quite as good as her mother's or the amazing Waffle House in Georgia. so, not too shabby. i think you were referring to her trying to fix it for us at folkstone once? anyways. a valiant attempt at something very difficult. and the tools she had to work with at our house weren't the best either. anyways. the defense rests. moving on.
thirdly: Arizona's Sweet Tea attempt (subtitled "Southern Style") is acceptable and delicious for a couple reasons. it comes in a really freaking big can, which is cool to drink out of. it is 99 cents. it is sweet. it is good. it is the best sweet tea that you are going to find at a WAWA or 7-Eleven, the only thing better would be Chick Fil-A, Waffle House, or home-brewed real Sweet Tea....but those arent the easiest to procure (no intended, but recognized, double entendre or innuendo in light of alternate definitions of "procure" which could be easily associated with the incredible experience one gets from drinking real Sweet Tea). it also beats the pants off of Lipton's attempt to conjure the southern libation's power.
finally: i would like to support, and will continue to, a company (Arizona Tea), which is attempting to reach out to those who love Sweet Tea. recognizing it as not only a marketable tea option, alongside green, diet and lemon, but in many demographics, being faced with that as an option, all other beverages in the case will fade to the background and there will be no choice to be made. and for the skeptics, one try will make them life-long supporters.
i am sad to report that the most recent Sweet Tea i bought was sold in a bottle. same design, but put in the bottle instead of the can. now, normally, and in all other circumstances, i would rather drink something from a bottle...
Top 5 Mediums from which to consume a beverage:
1: Bavarian Stein (mug)
2: Cold bottle (beer-style, but includes Coke)
3: Glass (wine, short-drink, tall-drink, frosted mug)
4: Aluminium can (must be cold, otherwise superseded by #5)
5: Plastic bottle (the attrocities that these sporting event vendors get away with, serving beer {even if it is crappy} in a plastic bottle just because people might throw a glass bottle on the field. ugh...that is a tirade for another time)
...however in this situation, because the Sweet Tea is now sold in a glass bottle, they feel justified in charging more money for it, even though there is less tea. that is ruining two of the things that convinced me that Arizona's attempt was worth supporting: cheap and a big can. oh well. whatever. if the cans disappear, so shall my business.
topic: a fantastic post on a treasure of the South: Sweet Tea...
"Many have tried to replicate this nectar of the gods (including Arizona Teas and my brother's ex-girlfriend), but I must admit that BTQ's recipe looks to be a winner.>"
firstly: Sweet Tea must surely be capitalized and said with a slightly southern drawl, even when ordering in restaurants, such as Ruby Tuesday's (which has fairly decent Sweet Tea)
secondly: in Shannon's defense (not sure if I should, but I will defend her nonetheless) I am not sure which attempt you are referring to, but her mother does make amazing Sweet Tea...real, sun-brewed, 500g sugar, rich with soothing power and a hint of lemon, Sweet Tea. Shannon tried a couple times and made some pretty good batches when i was in Lynchburg with her and her family, much better than Arizona's version, not quite as good as her mother's or the amazing Waffle House in Georgia. so, not too shabby. i think you were referring to her trying to fix it for us at folkstone once? anyways. a valiant attempt at something very difficult. and the tools she had to work with at our house weren't the best either. anyways. the defense rests. moving on.
thirdly: Arizona's Sweet Tea attempt (subtitled "Southern Style") is acceptable and delicious for a couple reasons. it comes in a really freaking big can, which is cool to drink out of. it is 99 cents. it is sweet. it is good. it is the best sweet tea that you are going to find at a WAWA or 7-Eleven, the only thing better would be Chick Fil-A, Waffle House, or home-brewed real Sweet Tea....but those arent the easiest to procure (no intended, but recognized, double entendre or innuendo in light of alternate definitions of "procure" which could be easily associated with the incredible experience one gets from drinking real Sweet Tea). it also beats the pants off of Lipton's attempt to conjure the southern libation's power.
finally: i would like to support, and will continue to, a company (Arizona Tea), which is attempting to reach out to those who love Sweet Tea. recognizing it as not only a marketable tea option, alongside green, diet and lemon, but in many demographics, being faced with that as an option, all other beverages in the case will fade to the background and there will be no choice to be made. and for the skeptics, one try will make them life-long supporters.
i am sad to report that the most recent Sweet Tea i bought was sold in a bottle. same design, but put in the bottle instead of the can. now, normally, and in all other circumstances, i would rather drink something from a bottle...
Top 5 Mediums from which to consume a beverage:
1: Bavarian Stein (mug)
2: Cold bottle (beer-style, but includes Coke)
3: Glass (wine, short-drink, tall-drink, frosted mug)
4: Aluminium can (must be cold, otherwise superseded by #5)
5: Plastic bottle (the attrocities that these sporting event vendors get away with, serving beer {even if it is crappy} in a plastic bottle just because people might throw a glass bottle on the field. ugh...that is a tirade for another time)
...however in this situation, because the Sweet Tea is now sold in a glass bottle, they feel justified in charging more money for it, even though there is less tea. that is ruining two of the things that convinced me that Arizona's attempt was worth supporting: cheap and a big can. oh well. whatever. if the cans disappear, so shall my business.
i have fallen behind on checking the blog maintained by the Lancaster, PA Belen representatives. it was much to my delight to see that new posts had been made since i last visited. feel free to visit the blog yourself.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Friday, July 08, 2005
yesterday, starting at the 2:45 bedtime, through the 8-5 work day (wrought with stress and anxiety and pressure), including the 5:30-8 Chapel Life marathon and stress scene, to the 8:30-12:30 hard work and sweat to repair the Chapel Life damage and set up for a wedding, to my final return to my home and my bed....almost 24 hours later....this has been the longest day of my life
i feel emaciated, vapid, drained....and the week isnt over yet. tomorrow may very well be worse.
you are my strength when i am weak...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
i feel emaciated, vapid, drained....and the week isnt over yet. tomorrow may very well be worse.
you are my strength when i am weak...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
more music lyrics compliments of my new playlists, a Jeep, a rainy day, many pensive hours, and emotional chaos.
So if you want to be with me
With these things there's no telling
we'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a pay check
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time it's different
I mean, I really think you like me
-Bright Eyes
Oh, you're a hard one,
But I know that you've got your reasons...
Now it seems to me, some fine things,
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the things that you can't get...
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, and open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
Before it's too late
-Eagles (covered by Johnny Cash)
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
-The Flaming Lips
Never know how long i have waited
anticipated your smile to be pressed against mine
-Jason Mraz
The suckers lose themselves
In the games they learn to play
Children love to sing but
Then their voices slowly fade away
People always take a step away
From what is true
You make me want you
An open invitation to the dance
-Third Eye Blind
a lot to think about and process...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
So if you want to be with me
With these things there's no telling
we'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a pay check
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time it's different
I mean, I really think you like me
-Bright Eyes
Oh, you're a hard one,
But I know that you've got your reasons...
Now it seems to me, some fine things,
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the things that you can't get...
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, and open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
Before it's too late
-Eagles (covered by Johnny Cash)
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
-The Flaming Lips
Never know how long i have waited
anticipated your smile to be pressed against mine
-Jason Mraz
The suckers lose themselves
In the games they learn to play
Children love to sing but
Then their voices slowly fade away
People always take a step away
From what is true
You make me want you
An open invitation to the dance
-Third Eye Blind
a lot to think about and process...
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
the sun is bright
the sun is warm
my hair is blonde
and flows freely
wind-tossed and blown
there is nothing quite like a tan, blonde boy smiling in the sun
regardless how little the exterior resembles a boy
it has been good to get away from williamsburg and go have some fun with family and friends. because now it is time to buckle down and face the real world. because i have a job! yes. a job. a REAL job. full-time. crazy, i know.
after the initial period of allowing this change to register, i actually am very excited to start this job. there is something about actually having the opportunity to work and earn some money that i can save and use towards things i need. or just keep saved to provide security.
it is like Conor Oberst says: "But I'd rather be working for a pay check
Than waiting to win the lottery"
which i think applies to actual work and relationships....since they can be a form of work too....
anyways.....work starts tomorrow.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
the sun is warm
my hair is blonde
and flows freely
wind-tossed and blown
there is nothing quite like a tan, blonde boy smiling in the sun
regardless how little the exterior resembles a boy
it has been good to get away from williamsburg and go have some fun with family and friends. because now it is time to buckle down and face the real world. because i have a job! yes. a job. a REAL job. full-time. crazy, i know.
after the initial period of allowing this change to register, i actually am very excited to start this job. there is something about actually having the opportunity to work and earn some money that i can save and use towards things i need. or just keep saved to provide security.
it is like Conor Oberst says: "But I'd rather be working for a pay check
Than waiting to win the lottery"
which i think applies to actual work and relationships....since they can be a form of work too....
anyways.....work starts tomorrow.
any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu
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