Nu Blog 4 U
I was listening to Prince or whatever he calls himself these days and was tempted to write this whole post like he does, but I decided the title would be enough.
Today’s randomness:
1. I have a new blog to recommend. My friend Cheryl Russell just started blogging and the link is in my list of blog links to the left. Even with the recent start, there is already lots of good stuff over there. She’s a Christian and budding author and apparently a samurai. Go check it out. You know I wouldn’t steer you wrong. Ok, I totally would, but I’m not right now.
2. Back to the goofily written title of this post, you can add to my list of pet peeves abbreviations to words that have no connection to the spelling of the original word. Some of my “favorites.” X-mas (the absolute worst); “’nuf said” (what word got shortened there exactly? “eenuf”?); “thru” (not a word, I don’t care if it is in the dictionary. You put that “gh” right back on there where you found it!!). I mean, c’mon, the language is complicated enough without us further messing it up. Eenuf already!
3. Tomorrow night I attend my first meeting of the newly created Portland Trailblazer Fan Board of which I am a new member. Every thing about that has me as excited as a 35 year old man who just got invited to be on a fan board for his favorite basketball team. I’m going to try to get that expression out there in hopes that it sticks. Best part is that the meeting is in the team locker room. If you think I’m not going to stand where Coach Nate stands and give a fake half-time pep talk, you are just crazy.
4. I will be glad when Valentine’s Day is over. I’m all for taking a day to celebrate love and happy to celebrate with my lovely wife. I’ve got nothing against the day itself, but I’m sick of all the men are stupid idiots advertising that comes with it. I’ve just heard one too many “this year, make up for the toaster you gave her last year with a diamond that says ’45 innocent Tunisians died so I could put us in debt to beautify your knuckle.’” This time of year the most popular joke is how stupid men are and how bad they are at romance and how we should all make up for being unfeeling, uncaring, unthinking jerks by spending two months salary on something that says, “I don’t want to actually get to know you well enough to determine what you might want the most, so I will just buy you some jewelry and call it good.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m not anti-jewelry. I buy jewelry and who knows, might have this year. It is just the constant anti-man sales pitch to which I object. Many men are bad at romance. We get it. I am routinely one of them. Many men are pretty good at it too. Guess what? The same can be said for women. Acting like all men should just concede that they are Neanderthals doesn’t seem like a helpful solution. Ok, I’m done…..for now.
My Dad is teaching a really, really, really good class on the book of Job right now. I mean, it is good. Seriously. I mean it. Really good. We came across a great verse (Job 14: 14-17) this past Sunday morning that I will leave you with. It is inspiring to see Job’s organic realization of God’s love for His creation:
14 If a man dies, will he live again?
All the days of my hard service
I will wait for my renewal [c] to come.
15 You will call and I will answer you;
you will long for the creature your hands have made.
16 Surely then you will count my steps
but not keep track of my sin.
17 My offenses will be sealed up in a bag;
you will cover over my sin.
God will long for us? Really? It is as incomprehensible as it is wonderful.
Today’s randomness:
1. I have a new blog to recommend. My friend Cheryl Russell just started blogging and the link is in my list of blog links to the left. Even with the recent start, there is already lots of good stuff over there. She’s a Christian and budding author and apparently a samurai. Go check it out. You know I wouldn’t steer you wrong. Ok, I totally would, but I’m not right now.
2. Back to the goofily written title of this post, you can add to my list of pet peeves abbreviations to words that have no connection to the spelling of the original word. Some of my “favorites.” X-mas (the absolute worst); “’nuf said” (what word got shortened there exactly? “eenuf”?); “thru” (not a word, I don’t care if it is in the dictionary. You put that “gh” right back on there where you found it!!). I mean, c’mon, the language is complicated enough without us further messing it up. Eenuf already!
3. Tomorrow night I attend my first meeting of the newly created Portland Trailblazer Fan Board of which I am a new member. Every thing about that has me as excited as a 35 year old man who just got invited to be on a fan board for his favorite basketball team. I’m going to try to get that expression out there in hopes that it sticks. Best part is that the meeting is in the team locker room. If you think I’m not going to stand where Coach Nate stands and give a fake half-time pep talk, you are just crazy.
4. I will be glad when Valentine’s Day is over. I’m all for taking a day to celebrate love and happy to celebrate with my lovely wife. I’ve got nothing against the day itself, but I’m sick of all the men are stupid idiots advertising that comes with it. I’ve just heard one too many “this year, make up for the toaster you gave her last year with a diamond that says ’45 innocent Tunisians died so I could put us in debt to beautify your knuckle.’” This time of year the most popular joke is how stupid men are and how bad they are at romance and how we should all make up for being unfeeling, uncaring, unthinking jerks by spending two months salary on something that says, “I don’t want to actually get to know you well enough to determine what you might want the most, so I will just buy you some jewelry and call it good.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m not anti-jewelry. I buy jewelry and who knows, might have this year. It is just the constant anti-man sales pitch to which I object. Many men are bad at romance. We get it. I am routinely one of them. Many men are pretty good at it too. Guess what? The same can be said for women. Acting like all men should just concede that they are Neanderthals doesn’t seem like a helpful solution. Ok, I’m done…..for now.
My Dad is teaching a really, really, really good class on the book of Job right now. I mean, it is good. Seriously. I mean it. Really good. We came across a great verse (Job 14: 14-17) this past Sunday morning that I will leave you with. It is inspiring to see Job’s organic realization of God’s love for His creation:
14 If a man dies, will he live again?
All the days of my hard service
I will wait for my renewal [c] to come.
15 You will call and I will answer you;
you will long for the creature your hands have made.
16 Surely then you will count my steps
but not keep track of my sin.
17 My offenses will be sealed up in a bag;
you will cover over my sin.
God will long for us? Really? It is as incomprehensible as it is wonderful.
Comments
Any chance you could take a few pics of yourself the Blazer's locker room on your cell and post them here?
Greg, great point. Sounds like you need to be my hero.
Peggy, thanks for asking about my Dad. He's still battling, but not feeling badly. The last CT may have shown signs that the medication is not being as effective as we hoped, but we won't know for sure for a while so we are just staying positive for now.
My phone is strictly business. No camera. I thought about just bringing a camera with me, but I thought trying to take pictures might interfere with my efforts to steal the door off of Brandon Roy's locker.
Steve, my standing advice when I hear stuff like that is to ignore such orders, but if you didn't know what you were doing I'm guessing you would have known by now. Good luck with that. Don't try that one at home kids.
Think of the blog fodder it would create.
You're right about "the redhead." He can be a bit off the wall at times.
Christmas is short for Christ Mass. The first letter of the Greek word "Christ", the language in which the New Testament was written, resembles the English letter x, so I am told. It also looks like a celtic cross, but that is an aside. Thus X-mas is really a bad translation of a Greek interpretation of Christmas.
I suspect more people think it is the x from mathematics that is an unknown quantity. Perhaps that is true as well...God being an unknowable mystery to our humanness.