Sometimes I feel as though I were born in a circus, come out of my mother's womb like a man from a cannon, pitched toward the ceiling of the tent, all the doctors and nurses clapping in delight from the grandstands, the band going great guns in trombones and drums. I unfold and find flight hundreds of feet above the center ring, the smell of popcorn in the air, the clowns gather below, amazed at my grace, and all the people chanting my name as my arms come out like wings and I move swan-like toward the apex, where I draw my arms in, collapse my torso to my legs, roll over in perfection, then slowly give way to gravity. My body falls back to earth, the ground coming up quick, the center ring growing enormous beneath my falling weight.
And this is precisely when it occurs to me that there is no net. And I wonder, What is the use of a circus? and Why should a man bother to be shot out of a cannon? and Why is the crowd's applause so fleeting? and ...Who is going to rescue me?
-Donald Miller, Searching for God Knows What
Two Guys Music - a collaboration between my brother and I
I love music to a pretty ridiculous degree.
my favorite job was working at a record store. second favorite was working at a dairy queen, and that was my first job, when I was 15. I worked for kmart for a week, and mostly hung out in the back and rode bikes around when customers would ask "could you check to see if you have any more in stock?"
I quote movie lines during movies I love, and I'm almost always a second too early, or a word or two off.
I'm a drummer.
I am incredibly lazy.
I prefer watching a movie with friends over going to a bar.
I've done a few things I'm proud of, and about 10 times as many that I'm not.
I have a really loud laugh, and I tend to laugh from the diaphragm. when I laugh, I mean it. and if I don't, you'll know.
If I ever get angry, I get sarcastic. I can be brutally sarcastic sometimes.
I've been in a great mood for about 95% of my life.
I used to have a terrible temper.
I have fought and bled for my friends. I've had bones broken fighting for friends.
I'm borderline obsessive compulsive.
I will probably end up playing drums on you or something you own.
If you are my friend, chances are you've done something funny, nice, or great, and I've thought to myself "man, I love ____" and meant it.
You want to click this. http://www.livejournal.com/users/frozebaby
oh yeah, plus check out my audioscrobbler profile. it's like the myspace of music. well, just check it out: you'll see what I mean.
so yeah. as of right now, I'm doing stuff in the US Air Force. and I can't tell you what I do, because I'd have to kill you. The best part is, I'm totally serious. (just kidding). (OR AM I?!). (no I'm totally kidding). (seriously though, I'm dead serious).
Magicians disappear all the time, but as soon as a regular person does it, everyone is all scared. "Tom's gone!" "Is he a magician?" "No." "Then let's print up some flyers!"
When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our parnters and take up with somebody more promising. this can go on and on - series polygamy - until we admit that, while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. nobody else can provide it for us, and to belive otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter. -Still Life with Woodpecker, Tom Robbins.
because the cause of the universe transcends time and space, [the cause] cannot be a physical reality. instead, it must be nonphysical or immaterial. Well there are only two types of things that can be timeless and immaterial: one would be abstract objects, like numbers or mathematical entities; however, abstract objects can't cause anything to happen. the second kind of immaterial reality would be a mind. a mind can be a cause, and so it makes sense that the universe is the product of an unembodied mind that brought it into existence. how do you explain, then, the origin of a finite universe from a timesless cause? i can only think of one explanation. that the cause of the universe is a persobal agent who has freedom of will. He can create a new effect without any antecedent determining conditions. He could decide to say "let there be light" and the universe would spring into existence. i've never seen a good response to this argument on the part of any atheist." -The Case For a Creator, L. Strobel.
p.s. I love my friends. you should too.
