beach boys, "god only knows"

I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin' do me
God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin' do me
God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin' do me

God only knows what I'd be without you... (fade)

slow club, "christmas tv"

It's okay to have scars
They will make you who you are
It's okay to have fear
Because that means you aren't scared of coming here
And in the middle of the night
So if you'll want to talk
Because you know that I want to talk too
It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong
But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I will prove you wrong
It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight
And have to stay with me another night

It's brutal it's brutal
Why cant you see
It's brutal it's brutal
Where have you been
Because we are far apart
And my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light
You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light

When we are out in the market
And out on the streets
I've got a pocket full of problems
And a pocket full of seeds
Hoping something good might grow out of this misletoe
And I won't have to erase your memory

I like the way that our arguements stop when we fall asleep
And the way that body feels when it's wrapped around me
And I'd like it if you made it to mine my Christmas Eve
So you can hold me
And we'll watch Christmas TV

It is brutal it's brutal
Why cant you see
It's brutal it's brutal
Where have you been
Because we are far apart
And my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light
You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light

So come on home
Just come on home
(repeat till end)

wherever you go, there you are!

john mayer, "covered in rain"

These days, with the world getting colder,
She spends more time sleeping over
Than I planned

Tonight we’re gonna order in,
Drinking wine and watching cnn
It’s dark I know but then again
It’s the brightest thing I got

When I’m covered in rain
When I’m covered in rain, rain, rain, rain
No, I am covered in rain, rain

Firewoods to fire places
Summer snow and fallen places
Now we’re people watching other people, people watching you and i
Standing by the missing signs at the cvs by the checkout line
Put your tiny hands in mine
Cause your the brightest thing I got

When you’re covered in rain
Cause I’m covered in rain
Cause I’m covered in rain
No I’m covered in rain

And it’s alright
If you don’t want to go on
And it’s alright
If you don’t want to be alone
And it’s alright
If you don’t want to go home

Come december lydia left
Mentioned something about it being for the best
And I can’t say I disagree
Now I’m standing facing west
Tracing my fingers round a silhouette
I haven’t gotten used to yet
But it’s the brightest thing I got

And I’m covered in rain
Cus I’m covered in rain
Cus I’m covered in rain
You and me and everyone, covered in rain

beautiful

colors

one simple way

Do not imagine that if you meet a really humble man he will be what most people call “humble” nowadays: he will not be a sort of greasy, smarmy person, who is always telling you that, of course, he is nobody. Probably all you will think about him is that he seemed a cheerful, intelligent chap who took a real interest in what you said to him.

-c.s. lewis, mere christianity

lead, kindly light (links to midi file)

Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
Have loved long since, and lost awhile!

Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.

invictus

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

7. Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance 5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: 15
I am the captain of my soul.

chuck vs the best friend (!!!)

"have you ever had a dream that's never come true?"
"hm. no."


honeymooners
colonel
best friend
ring
delorean
broken heart
first date
truth
break up


seduction
"why do you think she's known as the black widow?"
"she's african-american and her husband died."

HAHHAA


break up


Chuck: Look we both know how I feel about you. So I'll just shoot straight. Sarah, you are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. You're beautiful. You're smart. You laugh at all my stupid jokes. And you have this horrible habit of constantly saving my life.

The truth is, you're everything that I thought I ever wanted and more. The last few days, all I could think about was our future together. About how it's gonna be like when I finally get the Intersect out of my head. When we can finally be together for real. No fake relationships. No covers. No lies.

But the more I think about it, the more I realize that you and I can never have a future together. I fooled myself into thinking I could. But the truth is, we can't. Because even if we had a real relationship, we would never really be real. I'd still never know anything about you. Your real name, your home town, your first love. Anything.

And I want more than that. I wanna be able to call you at the end of a bad day and tell you about some funny thing that Morgan did and not find out that I can't, because you're off somewhere in Paraguay quelling a revolution with a fork.

I'm a normal guy who wants a normal life. And as amazing as you are, Sarah Walker, we both know that you will never be normal.

Sarah: you know, someday when the Intersect is out of your head, and you have the life you've always wanted... you'll forget all about me.

Chuck: I seriously doubt that.

http://woodycakes.livejournal.com/368775.html?thread=2252423

and hahaha:
http://sepinwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/chuck-chuck-vs-colonel-most-awesome.html?showComment=1240344355562#c7578383790452431125

Dave S said...
I'm about to send a pack of NERDS to NBC. I'm about to become one of THOSE people. How did this happen?

Stupid awesome Chuck. I want to always live in a world that includes this show.

4:05 PM, APRIL 21, 2009

rainiers are back!

$5.99/lb, ouch.

everything i'll probably need to know to get me started baking bread

thanks, metafilter.

yay, "chuck vs the delorean".

blitzen trapper, "furr"

Yeah, when I was only 17,
I could hear the angels whispering
So I droned into the words and wandered aimlessly about
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
And my thoughts, they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God.

You can wear your fur
like a river on fire
But you better be sure
if you're makin' God a liar
I'm a rattlesnake, Babe,
I'm like fuel on fire
So if you're gonna' get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've learned

On the day that I turned 23,
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree
When suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearl
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see
She was listenin' for the angels just like me
So I stood and looked about
I brushed the leaves off of my snout
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees
So I took her by the arm
We settled down upon a farm
And raised our children up as gently as you please.

And now my fur has turned to skin
And I've been quickly ushered in
To a world that I confess I do not know
But I still dream of running careless through the snow
An' through the howlin' winds that blow,
Across the ancient distant flow,
It fill our bodies up like water till we know.

You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you better be sure
If you're makin' God a liar
I'm a rattlesnake, Babe,
I'm like fuel on fire
So if you're gonna' get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've learned

nathan foster, wisdom chaser (p. 124-125)

It seems that long before my father actually began writing, he secretly dreamed of one day authoring a book. He told this dream to no one, however; not even to my mom. Then one day he was praying with a veteran missionary friend, a man of unusual discernment and wisdom. Laying his hands on my father, this wise old missionary began praying a deep, power-filled prayer. "I pray," he declared, "for the hands of a writer!" My dad's friend had just spoken openly the secret desire of my father. This friend had seen something in my father and given him permission to risk. Dad took this experience as a quiet affirmation for him to pursue the very thing he was too shy to verbalize for himself: a ministry of writing.

It would be nice to say that he achieved because he believed in himself, or because he had the ingenuity and self-determination that it took to succeed, that he pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Yeah, that would be nice. But it wouldn't be true at all. That's hero talk. That's American folklore.

My father became a writer not only because he worked hard, but because he had a supportive community who believed in him, and together they asked God for a gift.



/ / /

discipline is doing what needs to be done when it needs to be done.

i want to live.

http://www.stevenfurtick.com/spirtual-growth/if-you-want-to-make-god-mad/
http://donmilleris.com/2010/06/16/the-master-myth/
http://headsparks.com/2010/06/15/living-a-better-story/
http://plantingbrazil.wordpress.com/
http://inkindle.wordpress.com/2010/05/17/157/

john mark mcmillan, "skeleton bones"

Peel back our ribs again
and stand inside of our chest.
We just wanna' love you
We just wanna' love you

Peel back the veil of time
And let us see You with our naked eyes
We just wanna' love you
We just wanna' love you

We want your blood to flow inside our body
We want your wind inside our lungs
We just wanna' love you
We just wanna' love you

Skeleton bones stand at the sound of eternity
On the lips of the found
And gravestones roll
To the rhythm of the sound of you
Skeleton bones stand at the sound of eternity
On the lips of the found
So separate those doors
And let the son of resurrection in.

Oh let us adore the
Son of Glory drenched in love
Open up your gates before him
Crown Him, stand Him up

i wanna comic strip my days too!!

http://clicker09.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/june-11/

on self-righteousness.

"Self-righteousness is being more aware of and irritated by the sins of others than you are conscious of and grieved by your own." - @PaulTripp

21 ways you are killing your creativity without realising

thanks, brian barela.

okay now that chuck's filming again, this is what i want for my birthday: http://www2.warnerbros.com/vipstudiotour/ :D! (@warnerbrostours)

You know, if I had a blog, this would be a really big day for me.

i love chuck.

thanks, annie dillard.

Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

1 + 1 = 1? (life)

Jenn S. said...
I actually enjoyed the last few minutes of the episode because I didn't see it as romantic. Instead, what I saw was two people who have been disconnected from others realizing the importance of connection.

Crews often floats in his Zen bubble, detached. Reese is the connection through which he returns to Earth. She knows how to reach him: "What do you see, Crews?" Aside from Reese and Ted, Crews doesn't have many people in his life who connect with him. I'm reminded of the first season in which we saw Crews going through woman after woman. There hasn't been as much of that in this season, and I theorize that's because Crews and Reese's partnership has been grounding him more.

Reese has a bad history of choosing who to love and trust. The first season showed her hooking up with a stranger; the morning after, she didn't even want to know his name. Her relationship with Tildwell has been inexplicable--his treatment of her bordered on sexual harassment at first. Crews, however frustrating she found him, has always treated her well. I think Crews has become a rock for Reese in ways she didn't realize she needed. She taunted Roman in this episode because she knew, absolutely knew, that Crews would come for her.

What I saw in both characters' eyes, thanks to the actors, was a realization of trust and love that went beyond the physical. They've each found someone who fills that need for connection. One of the reasons I dearly hope Life gets renewed is to see how Reese and Crews' friendship grows. I can't think of any other show on TV that has the potential to portray a deep friendship between two people of the opposite sex.

12:36 PM, APRIL 09, 2009

wherever you are, be all there.

learning to juggle!

I see several comments recommending learning to juggle. Good idea. Juggling is easier than you think, and a week of practicing about an hour a day will give you basic competency. For the record, I'm nowhere near anything like a good juggler, but I can do torches, knives, bowling balls & such, and I did make rent for several lean months through street juggling. So:

Get three beanbags of equal weight. Beanbags are easier to catch and they don't roll when you drop them. I will hereafter refer to beanbags as balls, cuz I'm tired of typing the word beanbag.

With one ball in your dominant hand, stand facing a wall. You should be close enough that the wall prevents you from extending your arms fully. The reason you are facing a wall is simple: this encourages you to learn to toss on a plane perpendicular to the ground.

Toss the ball from one hand to another. Do not worry about catching it! This step is designed to teach you the toss, not the catch. Toss the ball until you can achieve a consistent eye-level arc.

Now teach the non-dominant hand the same toss. This took me about a day of boring repitition: I'm hopelessly klutzy with my left hand.

Repeat this enough and you will have also taught yourself to catch: don't grab, let the ball hit the center of your palm and your fingers will close naturally around it. Did I say don't grab? Yeah, don't.

Now you know the pass. Practice with one ball. Left-to right, right-to left. Stop looking at your hands! Stop watching the balls! Focus on a point beyond the wall you are standing before. Let your peripheral vision and proprioception guide your hands to be beneath the falling ball.

Now add ball #2. With a ball in each hand, toss the ball from your non-dominant hand. When that ball is at it's apex, toss the ball from your other hand. If you're doing it right, the first ball will land in your dominant hand as the second ball reaches its apex. Practice this UNTIL YOU CAN DO IT WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED. Oh, learn it both ways: right to left and left to right.

Now dig this: that's all three-ball manipulation is! It's a bunch of two-ball exchanges strung together!

Add the third ball. Two in one hand, one in the other. Think about the timing of the two-ball pattern: this is no different, just a bit faster. Toss higher if it helps, but keep facing that wall: height is much easier to compensate for than off-plane tosses.

Juggle.you Ta-da! The first time you successfully circulate three balls, the light will come on. Within weeks you'll be competent and teaching yourself tricks. And clubs are as easy as balls, and knives and flambeaux are just dangerous clubs.

Juggling gave me confidence and a fun skill at parties. It's much easier to do than it looks.


Now you've learned the exchange. Three-ball juggling is nothi g





also:
http://ask.metafilter.com/154768/That-right-there-is-BADASS#2219010