thomas moore, "the last rose of summer"

'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?

praise the mount i'm
fixed upon it
mount of thy redeeming love

arise and eat, or the journey will be too much for you.

What are we to listen for in our emotions? The answer is, in part: We are to listen for the direction of our heart. The question, What do I feel? is in fact another way of asking, Who am I? What direction am I moving in?

...

The heart's movement can be callibrated and assessed in light of many different criteria, but all evaluations eventually boil down to this: Am I moving toward God or away from Him? Am I turning toward God with awe and gratitude, or away from Him toward false gods of my own making?

...

Emotions are like messengers from the front lines of the battle zone. Our tendency is to kill the messenger. But if we listen carefully, we will learn how to fight the war successfully.

allender & longman, emotions: the cry of the soul (1994), p. 25, 26

currently

so awesome: http://sites.google.com/site/tvwriting/

http://kenlevine.blogspot.com/2005/12/getting-your-spec-read.html

http://kenlevine.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-chances-of-becoming-writer.html

http://cultural-learnings.com/2010/06/15/fiske-ian-learnings-reflections-on-fiske-matters/


http://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/features/2011/03/mark-wahlberg-201103?currentPage=all


http://justtv.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/critical-categories/

http://www.filmland.com/glossary/Dictionary.html

http://kenlevine.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-first-directing-assignment.html

http://kenlevine.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-actors-hate.html
http://kenlevine.blogspot.com/2006/07/overwriting-and-why-its-bad-to-write.html

http://kenlevine.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-on-my-desk.html

http://www.tv-calling.com/script-coverage-a-brief-reference-guide/

http://johnaugust.com/archives/2009/which-project-should-i-write
http://johnaugust.com/archives/2009/the-duluth-dilemma
http://johnaugust.com/archives/2009/media-mcgyverism

things i realize recovering from illness

sam & jim (http://samandjimgotohollywood.com/) in my head: john lutz, tim russert

community 216: intermediate documentary filmmaking - better than steak.



http://samarov.blogspot.com/ - beautiful
http://www.accidentalhedonist.com/index.php?title=my_food_beliefs_redux - still agree
http://lifehacker.com/#!5763695/rent-splitting-calculator-helps-you-split-rent-fairly-between-roommates - so nerdy wonderful


Britta: Hey, Hi I'm Jeff's dad.
Jeff: Hi Jeff's dad, I'm Britta's dad.
Britta: What? Why?
Jeff: I dunno, got drunk, didn't have a condom, and her mom gets freaky when she hears Oingo Boingo.
Britta: Oh god, I wish could relate, but much like my son I'm a closet homosexual.
Jeff: Don't apologize for that. You're talkin to the guy who banged Britta's mom. I have no standards.
Britta: Well, then what do you say we take a tumble? I'll put on a wig.
Jeff: That's it, you're under arrest. I'm an undercover cop.
Britta: It's not illegal to be gay.
Jeff: It is here in Iran.
Britta: Not when we're in the Green Zone!
Jeff: That's Iraq, stupid.
Britta: Well what do I know? I'm Jeff Winger's dumb gay dad!

magnetic fields, "the book of love"

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing

But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

love this - best friend's wedding analysis

note

http://humbug.baseballtoaster.com/

i'll fashion you a letter and i'll send it to your house!

alex the girl just dumped a whole restaurant's worth of truth on me and i am humbled, grateful.

wow, very convicting.

What have been your biggest temptations as you’ve faced uncertainty this year and how have you dealt with them?

I think my biggest temptation has been making Plan B. I realize now it's a self-protective mechanism to keep me from feeling the fullness of where I am right now. Instead of asking God, what does trusting and obeying You in this moment look like, I was creating a plan in my mind of: if this happens, this is how I'll be prepared...this is what life will look like. Walking in biblical community was key in dealing with this. I was able to share where my heart and mind were self-protecting with trusted friends. They responded in love, pointing me to truth.


How has Matt’s cancer changed you?

The cancer has been like a sieve in which the Lord has sifted my heart. He has shown me the places onto which I still cling. He has shown me the labels I enjoy more than just being His child. He has asked me, do you really trust me? My theology has been tried and proven faithful. It is true that He works all things to the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purposes. It is true that there is nothing that can separate us from His love. It is true that He keeps him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Him. It is true that He is in the heavens and does whatever pleases Him. It is true that He is the stability of our times.

did my best reading all month on a plane this weekend. kinda miss it

hee.

The pathway is broken
And The signs are unclear
And I don't know the reason why You brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I'm gonna walk through the valley
If You want me to

Chorus:
Cause I'm not who I was
When I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise You're not through with me yet
so if all of these trials bring me closer to you
Then I will walk through the fire
If You want me to

It may not be the way I would have chosen
When you lead me through a world that's not my home
But You never said it would be easy
You only said I'd never go alone

ya oh oh no

So When the whole world turns against me
And I'm all by myself
And I can't hear You answer my cries for help
I'll remember the suffering Your love put You through
And I will go through the valley If You want me to

ecclesiastes 10:20

Even in your thoughts, do not curse the king, nor in your bedroom curse the rich, for a bird of the air will carry your voice, or some winged creature tell the matter.

psalm 131 (esv)

I Have Calmed and Quieted My Soul
A Song of Ascents. Of David.

131:1 O Lord, my heart is not lifted up;
my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things
too great and too marvelous for me.
2 But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.

3 O Israel, hope in the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore.

Earth's creator, Everyday God,
Loving Maker, O Jesus,
You who shaped us, O Spirit,
Recreate us, Come, be with us.

In your presence, Everyday God,
We are gathered, O Jesus,
You have called us, O Spirit,
To restore us, Come, be with us.

Life of all lives, Everyday God,
Love of all loves, O Jesus,
Hope of all hopes, O Spirit,
Light of all lights, Come, be with us.

In our resting, Everyday God,
In our rising, O Jesus,
In our hoping, O Spirit,
In our waiting, Come, be with us.

In our dreaming, Everyday God,
In our daring, O Jesus,
In our searching, O Spirit,
In our sharing, Come, be with us.

God of laughter, Everyday God,
God of sorrow, O Jesus,
Home and shelter, O Spirit,
Strong and patient, Come, be with us.

Way of freedom, Everyday God,
Star of morning, O Jesus,
Timeless healer, O Spirit,
Flame eternal, Come, be with us.

Word of gladness, Everyday God,
Word of mercy, O Jesus,
Word of friendship, O Spirit,
Word of challenge, Come, be with us.

Our beginning, Everyday God,
Our unfolding, O Jesus,
Our enduring, O Spirit,
Journey's ending, Come, be with us.

Alleluia, Everyday God,
Now and always, O Jesus,
Alleluia, O Spirit,
Through all ages, Come, be with us.

cool first person tv writer story

http://johnaugust.com/archives/2009/jerome-schwartz-first-person

half birthday ALREADY?! are you serious

"There are times we hit well," Giants general manager Brian Sabean says. "And there are times we pitch well, of course. And we field pretty well most of the time. But what I think we do really well is compete."

Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/joe_posnanski/10/24/nlcs.game6/index.html#ixzz1CyJYdCho

It's only one game. The Rangers players said this afterward, and they were right to say it. If the Rangers can come back on Thursday, win in San Francisco, they will go home with an advantage and feeling really good about themselves. It is only one game.
But the Giants were playing with overwhelming confidence anyway, and taking out Lee only adds to that. As a baseball fan, I tend to believe in what feels real, but there's something unreal about this Giants team. When you look at them, outside looking in, they look like a team without stars. But when the Giants look at themselves, they seem to see a team where, each game, ANYONE can be the star.
"It's a powerful thing," Jeremy Affeldt said after the Giants won the National League Championship Series, "when every night players say to themselves, 'tonight's my night.'" Well, yeah, it was powerful enough to take down Cliff Lee. The Rangers might recover. But after just one game, they are definitely in the recovery room.


Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/joe_posnanski/10/28/world.series.game.1/index.html#ixzz1CyLiRFRD

With the count 2-0, he threw Renteria a cutter that cut over the heart of the plate.
"I was only looking for one pitch," Renteria said. And that was the one.
Renteria turned on it, hit it high and far. In San Francisco the ball might have been caught. In Texas, it landed in the first row of the left-field bleachers. This team in this postseason has had Cody Ross for a hero, Juan Uribe for a hero, Pat Burrell for a hero, Aubrey Huff for a hero and, yes, Edgar Renteria for a hero back in Game 2. His turn came up again.
"He told me he was going to hit a home run," said his teammate Torres. "He told me!"
"I was just joking," Renteria explained. "I said, 'I hit one out here.'"
Lincecum and closer Brian Wilson finished off the game, and the celebration roared back in the Bay. There has never been a more unlikely San Francisco sports story. It's like one longtime San Francisco baseball fan told me: "I thought I loved baseball before. But with this team, I don't know, it's something else." That longtime San Francisco baseball fan was Larry Baer, the Giants president.


Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/joe_posnanski/11/02/world.series.game.5/index.html#ixzz1CyNDv1Sg

no, thank you, for the honor to celebrate your dad's life with you today.

Don't expect faith to clear things up for you. It is trust, not certainty. --Flannery O'Conner

a god this big, this strong, perfectly capable - that takes my will, my desires, my fears, my longings seriously.

had not seen this before... :)

Of course, Cain remains grounded through it all. We're in good position, he said. There's a lot of baseball left, he said. We've been lucky, he said. He wants to stay ahead in the count, he said. Simple. Real. Tangible. The questions in the postgame conference were about the intangible -- Cain's place in history and whether or not he has ever pitched this well and all that sort of thing. He shrugged it off. At one point someone asked him if he would come up with a nickname for himself. "We don't nickname ourselves," he said.

And as he talked, I was reminded of my favorite Matt Cain answer of the postseason. It was on Wednesday, and the talk was about nerves, and the question was this: "How do you sleep the night before a start in the World Series?"

And Matt Cain's answer was this: "Close your eyes."