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A hermitudinal view of...stuff...


Live It

Think biblically...think biblically...think biblically. That's hard enough to do. But to live I fail! How I long to be with the not wage war against my sinful flesh any longer...I hate my sin, I do...yet not nearly enough.

posted by Bolo | 12:26 AM
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Good Enough?

"God, you're not good enough for me." I told Boss that although I'd never voice that horrible thought with my lips, my heart and my actions do more than enough to communicate that to my Lord. Wow. Think about it. Isn't that what we communicate to God when we sin?

posted by Bolo | 4:41 AM
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Do you hear that? It's the sound of my cranial cavity leaking cerebral fluid. Research papers do that to me ;)

posted by Bolo | 11:50 PM
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I'm Gandalf!

Dr. Wellum's syllabus said I need 8 sources for my Theology III research paper. I think I've got nearly 30...but I may need a few more. Seriously. It'll be fun writing this thing at the very least :) I can tell myself I'm being Gandalf-like in my research by pretending to scour the scrolls in Gondor's library, rifling through obscure texts in an attempt to pin down the identity of the One Ring!

Yeah...whatever gets me through the paper, right? :) (Hey, if Scott watches the movies while studying, I can pretend to live 'em out.)

posted by Bolo | 3:56 PM
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Where to Look?

I sat there in my car last night and contemplated the current state of things. My conclusion, after sifting through the crazy schedule, the research papers, and stress, was a sobering and humbling one, yet strangely sweet at the same time. I realized that I've become distracted. Distracted from what? Simple: the only thing that counts.

In various conversations since I've been here, I've often told people that I've felt at least somewhat removed from the "politics" that sucks most other students in. As much as I hate to admit it, that removal is less easy to maintain these days. It's a subtle deviation that causes my eyes to shift their focus from Christ and Christ alone to circumstance and all that life brings. In essence, I lose focus from that which is my fixed point, my goal, and I begin to live life according to all the tosses and turns that life brings.

The ancient Hawaiians used to traverse thousands of miles of open ocean to find tiny little dots of land in the middle of the Pacific. One of the techniques they employed in their navigational method was to use the stars as guidelines, because the stars were considered to be fixed points that would not move. They knew that if they did not have such a point, they would become tossed off course far too easily. Winds, swells, and currents would all conspire to confuse and drive them away from their proper course, and unless they had a fixed point which they could look to for constant guidance, they could find themselves needlessly reacting to every shift of wind, every large swell, and every current. Now, it's quite obvious that they could not always use the stars; in the day, such a technique was impossible, and even cloud cover at night would ruin their ploy. Yet, they still would check the stars at every opportunity, for the stars remained their fixed point, their guidance, their representative goal in the midst of all the turbulence the Pacific could conjure up and conspire to throw at them.

Right now, I feel as though I've forgotten to check my fixed point. Life at Boyce can often bring with it many distractions, neither of which I'll detail or enumerate, both for my sanity and for the sanctity of those involved ;) Suffice it to say that I've definitely felt the tosses and turns of life, and though I know they'll not go away, I know that there's only one solution to my supposed troubles: Jesus. He is my guidance, my fixed point. If I live for anything other than seeking Him and joyfully obeying Him, what do I live for? If I lessen the reasons and motivations I have for doing what I do by living by my own wisdom (heh...that's an oxymoron if I've ever heard one) rather than His, how could I possibly think that life would go well with me? *Sigh*'s hard to remain focused right now, especially with the end of the school year quickly approaching. Summer decisions, papers, finals, paperwork...all loom with crushing demands. Yet, how will I deal with them? I'll look away...and turn to Christ. That's how I'll deal with life.

posted by Bolo | 12:38 PM
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Out of the Frying Pan...

You'd think I'd be tired of typing. You'd think I'd have nothing left to write. You'd think I'd not care to write a post at four in the morning. Hah! Think again ;)

If there's one thing I'm learning all over again in the midst of the crazyzanylil'orphanannie week that this one is turning out to be, it's that it is a sin for me to procrastinate. Gah. The other day (whenever that was...can't really remember), I was telling Chip that I wish I were more task-oriented like Scott. Chip said that it was fine for me to be people-oriented, and that in the end, people were more important than tasks. Hmmm...strange...I don't really feel like that right now...but you know, he's probably right. It's just that I have to realize when the tasks must be done, and when people must be acknowledged. *Sigh*...right now is not the time for such contemplation...that'll come later, probably sometime next week, when the papers are done and all I have to worry about are...*gulp*...Finals.

posted by Bolo | 3:58 AM
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Weak and Weary

I can't remember the last time I've felt this worn out. Well...if I think hard enough, I probably could...but I don't want to think about such things...too tiring. I was talking to Kim and Amanda yesterday, and Kim asked me how I'd been doing. I told her that if Jesus were to come back soon, very soon, I'd have no problem with that. I just wanted to crawl up into God's lap and lay there. I feel tired of fighting sin, tired of feeling sinful, tired of sinning. I come to loathe the things I must do and the ways I fail at doing them...over and over and over again. I hate the dissatisfaction I feel within my heart, as if God were not enough, as if He were not truly satisfying. Is He not the vine, the living water, the spring of all I long for? He is; yet I ignore Him. *Sigh*...I hate feeling so exhausted, and knowing that the season of exhaustion has not yet fully exhausted itself.

Amanda said that she was encouraged to hear me say that. She'd been reading something similar just the night before, about how it is proper for us to yearn for Christ, and how such yearning comes about from being weak and weary of our battles with the world. I thought to myself, this is encouraging? How ironic, then, that I feel as though I'm throwing around piles of dung everywhere I go, especially when asked how I'm doing.

I shouldn't be surprised by that, though. When I see someone I dearly respect tell me that they're hurting, suffering, and struggling in their sins, I am reminded that they are just as desperate for Christ as I am. What's more, I am struck at how much more like Christ they seem to me in their moments of weakness than I am by their moments of apparent strength. *Sigh*...I'm still exhausted, but if that exhaustion drives me all the more to grip the cross with every ounce of desperation I can muster, then I pray I become even more weak and weary before all is said and done :)

posted by Bolo | 1:03 PM
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Preview Weekend

One word: exhausted.

posted by Bolo | 12:30 AM
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Congrats, Andrew & Sandi!

Woooooohooooooo! Thanks for wearing the shirt, Andrew...I'm glad I was well represented :)

posted by Bolo | 4:38 PM
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The Concert

About 24 hours ago, I was lying down on Rob Smythe's bed. He was giving me a personal mini-concert, and I was sharing whatever was running through my head in between each song. It was a good time; we both communicated our hearts in the ways we're best equipped to do so. At one point, I told Smythe that he takes whatever he's been thinking about for a month and distills it down to several minutes of song, and that that song hits you hard. It's a good thing he does that, too, because otherwise I'd almost never figure out what he was really trying to say..."yeah...ummm...hmmm...well...the's the gospel...and...well...yeah...don't forget...uhhh...we shouldn't forget it....yeah...hmmm."

Just kidding ;)

In all seriousness, I love Rob. He and I differ greatly. I just realized recently that he's about five years younger than me. He's younger than Malia. Malia! How's that for perspective? Anyway, I digress. There's a freshness to Rob that many people don't see. He's one of the most genuine people I know, but often times that gets lost in the shuffle, because he's definitely not smooth ;) That's no bash on him, either, 'cause he'd be the first one to say it. *Sigh*...Rob I said a while ago...I'll be one bitter person if I'm not around to see him fall in love...Andrew I could handle, 'cause I still got all the appropriate details. (In the eyes, buddy, in the eyes!!!) But Rob? Yeah...uhhh...yeah...

posted by Bolo | 11:52 PM
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This is a random tidbit: during my Math (yes, Math...ugh) test on Monday night, one of my teeth got chipped and a good portion of it fell out. Hmmm...the incisor? I think so. It's the vampire tooth on the left side. Anyway, only part of it fell out, and the rest of it looks stuck in there like some nasty piece of reef.

'Nuff of that :)

Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaarly this morning, I came home to see Mon on the couch, watching the Home & Garden channel. I knew we'd end up talking for a bit; I didn't quite think we'd end up talking for over an hour and a half. No biggie, though, 'cause I don't often get to talk to my sister, and so any time we get to catch up, it's always good for us. We talked about the youth group at my church, the Galatians study I'm doing with the youth (it's going well...they're asking TONS of questions...Gary, I can hear you saying, "no such thing as bad student, only bad teacher"...hehehe), the Student Leadership interview I had yestermorn, our niece(s?) and nephews, the conversation I'd had with Rob just an hour or two prior, missing home ('s hard for all of us...*sigh*), their adoption process, and life in general. As difficult as it's been at times, I realize that my time here would be much harder without Dave and Mon. At this point, I think it's safe to say that they're not as key to my sanity and survival as they once were; that doesn't diminish the blessing that they are to me. Even now, to be able to talk to Mon in the wee hours of the morning helps keep me grounded. Out of everyone here, she's the only one who truly understands what it's like to miss home the way I do...the way we do.

posted by Bolo | 11:57 AM
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Interview Intrigue

I had my Student Leadership interview this morning. I think it went well; I hope it went well. Even if it didn't, I've come to realize at least one important thing throughout all of this: one of the ways this school year has contrasted from the last one is the manner in which my relationships have grown and deepened. Last year, I got to know a lot of different guys, and in some of those relationships, there was formed a certain depth that I leaned heavily upon. This year, those relationships have deepened to an even greater extent, and I only see that trend continuing. This year, however, I've found that I didn't really get to know a lot of new guys. That's not to say that I didn't meet new people; that theory would get shot down in a heartbeat were it revealed to public scrutiny. What I mean when I say that is that I don't feel like I was able to reach out and really care for others the way that I think I could have.

Now, whether or not I ought to have reached out more, or even if that would have been possible given my life's circumstances, is open to debate. I won't address that now. What I will address is the notion that I wouldn't want that to be the same next year. That's one thing I told the interviewers for Student Leadership. One phrase in Scripture that continues to cajole and convict my soul is what Paul says in Romans 12: "Let love be without hypocrisy." Do I truly love my brethren? Am I loving them for Christ's sake, with Christ's love, through Christ's strength? Do I constantly point them away from me, instead having them gaze into the glorious beauty and scathing scandal of the cross of Christ? Do I desire for them to fall more and more and more in love with our Savior, and in doing so desire for His kingdom work to be fulfilled in their lives?

I don't know the answers to those questions. I don't know whether or not I'll be here in a year, or even in a month (relax, that was just my little nod toward God's sovereignty, not any hint that I'll be going anywhere...believe me, I'm on pace to graduate from here in 20** telling what will happen between then and now), so only time will reveal what God's will has already planned out. Hmmm...yeah...I guess the curiosity that grips me now is how I'll be looking back upon this upcoming school year in a year's time...ya know? Will I love without hypocrisy? Pray that I do.

posted by Bolo | 12:25 PM
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An observation: 3 on 3 frisbee played on a field that can hold a game of 8 on 8 frisbee is really fun when everyone that's playing is considered to be a good player. You get really tired, but who cares? Scott does...poor guy...hey, my next score is for you, Mr. President :)

posted by Bolo | 11:55 PM
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I'm silly. I just realized something. Brian's leaving, and I won't be there to see him leave. He said that every time he eats at Gina's, every time he and Uch hit up Sushi King for a late nighter, every time he walks to his car in an empty Ala Moana parking lot after work...he thinks about how many more times he'll do those things...not many. The thing is, I'm not there with him to enjoy the last vestiges of life at home. Japan is just a few months away, but the immensity of the task before him makes it all loom like the nothing else in his life ever has. Several months ago, when he drove away from the airport after he dropped me off, it didn't even cross my mind that it might be a really long time before I saw him again. *Sigh*...I wish I could pull another one over his head by not telling him I'm coming home in the summer...what a bummer...I can't :(

Talking to Brian just now only heightened the awareness of how deeply our lives arer changing. After talking to Andrew earlier this evening, I was thinking a lot about how much we've each meandered along our respective paths in life, sharing what we could, yet knowing that God could take us apart at a moment's notice. And my, how He has. The reality of God's gracious hand directing our lives in separate directions and yet greater distances has not caused bitterness; quite the contrary, it's caused gratefulness! The same grace that has guided each of our lives down separate paths has allowed us to still remain intertwined in a way I can't quite explain. As I talked to those two monkeys earlier (hey Sandi, if you get a monkey some day, can I help name him?), I thought about how insane it is that we are where we are, and that we're going where we're going. Wow. Who'dathunkit?

Hmmm...that five-year plan...hmmmmmmmmmm...

posted by Bolo | 2:40 AM
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Taken from Wired's Furthermore archive.

Princess Bride
Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles were married Saturday in a civil ceremony at the 17th century Guildhall, and the marriage was then blessed by the Archbishop of Canterbury. Their decades-long affair endured the prince's first marriage to Princess Diana and constant tabloid scrutiny. Charles and Camilla confessed "manifold sins and wickedness" -- words from the Book of Common Prayer -- and pledged to be faithful in their marriage. Camilla is now Princess of Wales, but because of public sentiment for Diana, she will be called the Duchess of Cornwall. When Charles takes the throne, Camilla will be queen, but opinion polls show 70 percent of the population is opposed to "Queen Camilla" so she will be known as "Princess Consort."

- Associated Press

posted by Bolo | 12:45 AM
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The following excerpt was taken from a journal entry I wrote earlier today. Er, yesterday. Whatever.

Your nearness, Lord, is indeed my only good. In my mind, I lay at the foot of the cross, embracing it with a desperation that only comes from those to whom You graciously reveal Yourself. I see the depths of my sinful heart, knowing that my gaze cannot pierce its black gloom. I see Your brilliant, shining glory, knowing that I cannot long gaze upon its surpassing beauty and strength; I do not yet have the capacity to do so. As I ponder the wonder of the cross, the only thing I can seem to do is to hold on to the truth that in Christ, the depths of my sinful heart are not only pierced by the surpassing glory of the Son, they were also claimed by Him and were made and are being made Holy. That is the power of the wrathful, merciful cross I embrace.

posted by Bolo | 12:25 AM
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Psalm 119:57, 58
The Lord is my portion; I have promised to keep Your words. I sought Your favor with all my heart; be gracious to me according to Your word.

Psalm 90:2
Before the mountains were born or You gave birth to the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.

1 Samuel 2:7 - 10
"The Lord makes poor and rich; He brings low, He also exalts. He raises the poor from the dust, He lifts the needy from the ash heap to make them sit with nobles, and inherit a seat of honor; for the pillars of the earth are the Lord's, and He set the world on them. He keeps the feet of His godly ones, but the wicked ones are silenced in darkness; for not by might will a man prevail. Those who contend with the Lord will be shattered; against them He will thunder in the heavens, the Lord will judge the ends of the earth; and He will give strength to His king, and will exalt the horn of His anointed."

Psalm 73:21 - 28
When my heart was embittered and I was pierced withim, then I was senseless and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. Nevertheless I am continually with You; You have taken hold of my right hand. With Your counsel You will guide me, and afterward receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but You? And besides You, I desire nothing on earth. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strneght of my heart and my portion forever. For, behold, those who are far from You will perish; You have destroyed all those who are unfaithful to You. But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord God my refuge, that I may tell of all Your works.

Mark 8:34 - 38
And He summoned the crowd with His disciples, and said to them, "If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me. For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel's will save it. For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world, and forfeit his soul? For what will a man give in exchange for his soul? For whoever is ashamed of Me and My words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will also be ashamed of him when He comes in the glory of His Father with the holy angels."

Amos 5:8, 9
He who made the Pleiades and Orion and changes deep darkness into morning, who also darkens day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out on the surface of the earth, the Lord is His name. It is He who flashes forth with destruction upon the strong, so that destruction comes upon the fortress.

Hosea 11:8
"How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I surrender you, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned over within Me, all My compassions are kindled."

Psalm 92:12 - 15
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree, he will grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green, to declare that the Lord is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.

Hebrews 12:3 - 7
For consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. You have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood in your striving against sin; and you have forgotten the exhortation which is addressed to you as sons, "My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord, nor faint when you are reproved by Him; for those whom the Lord loves He disciplines, and He scourges every son whom He receives." It is for discipline that you endure; God deals with you as with Sons; for what son is there whom his father does not discipline?

Nehemiah 8:8 - 12
They read from the book, from the law of God, explaning to give the sense so that they understood the meaning. Then Nehemiah, who was the governor, and Ezra the priest and scribe, and the Levites who taught the people said to all the people, "This day is holy to the Lord your God; do not mourn or weep." For all the people were weeping when they heard the words of the law. Then he said ot them, "Go, eat of the fat, drink of the sweet, and send portions to him who has nothing prepared; for this day is holy to our Lord. Do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength." So the Levites calmed all the people, saying, "Be still, for the day is holy; do not be grieved." All the people went away to eat, to drink, to send portions and to celebrate a great festival, because they understood the words which had been made known to them.

Psalm 34:8, 9
O taste and see that the Lord is good; how blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! O fear the Lord, you His saints; for to those who fear Him there is no want.

Revelation 5:11 - 14
Then I looked, and I heard the voice of many angels around the throne and the living creatures and the elders; and the number of them was myriads of myriads, and thousands of thousands, saying with a loud voice, "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing." And every created thing which is in heaven and on the earth and under teh earth and on the sea, and all things in them, I heard saying, "To Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, be blessing and honor and glory and dominion forever and ever." And the four living creatures kept saying, "Amen." And the elders fell down and worshiped.

posted by Bolo | 1:17 PM
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The Christian life is learning to live out practically what we are positionally in Christ. That's what Brent Thomas said (or close to it). I like that a lot :)

posted by Bolo | 12:32 PM
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Not Separate

Yesterday, Mike and I discussed how we go about dealing with the various frustrations that are particular to our educational institution's campus. To be more precise, we discussed the various frustrations that we feel are particular to our educational institution's campus. At one point in our discussion, he asked me how I can really see myself on this campus. The question came about because...well...quite frankly, I don't fit.

My response was one that was immediate. The answer to that question has been one that has guided me throughout the entirety of my experience here. In all honesty, it's guided me for the past five and a half years of my life, and I doubt that outlook will change very much over the rest of my life. It comes down to something simple: joyful obedience. I told Mike that no matter what circumstances come into my life to try and redirect my course, I've got to strive to obey the Lord. That doesn't change if I'm in a place I'd rather not be; the circumstances do not outweigh the command to be obedient and walk in righteousness. Furthermore, I cannot see how I could justify separating obedience from joy; the very command to obey is one that is rooted in joy (look at the entirety of's there, no doubt about it).

On a less happy note, I've got a toothache, a sore neck/shoulder, and a slight lack of sleep because of the two. I get to work eleven hours tonight, and then try to sleep for a few before going in again at 11 tomorrow morning. Hmmm...joyful obedience, right? Right!

posted by Bolo | 12:04 PM
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An evening of coffee with Darren always produces an interesting quote or two. Those quotes become particularly bad when I've got a pen and a piece of paper handy ;)

Him: "The girls I'm most attracted to are always a lot like me."
Me: "Hairy in the face and chest?"

posted by Bolo | 1:27 AM
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Psalm 51:14 - 17
Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation; then my tongue will joyfuly sing of Your righteousness. O Lord, open my lips, that my mouth may declare Your praise. For You do not delight in sacrifice, otherwise I would give it; You are not pleased with burnt offering. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken spirit and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.

David is crying out, pleading with the Lord to cleanse him from his sin, David's infamous sin with Bathsheba. The sinful ordeal was one that Nathan had exposed after David himself had tried to hide his adultery with murder; not exactly the monarch's most shining moment. Today, as I thought about my own sin, I saw in verse 17 something that struck a nerve: a broken spirit and a contrite heart are the things that God desires, the sacrifices that God desires. Yet, how can I offer up to the Lord a broken spirit and a contrite heart? I mean, can I offer such things up to Him in such a way that they would please Him?

In the very first verse of the psalm, David asks of the Lord to blot out his transgressions, "according to the greatness of Your compassion." How great is the Lord's compassion? We who live on this side of the cross know that His greatness extends even to the death of Christ, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.

What spirit was broken more than Christ's? What heart was more contrite (in the sense of awareness of sin and the hatred of it) than Christ's? None. We, in and of ourselves, cannot offer up to the Lord spirits of brokenness and hearts of contrition that He would delight in; rather, we do so not only through Christ, but we do so in the manner of Christ's work that reached its apex upon the cross, where He was broken and bore our sins for us. The only sacrifice that would truly please the Father was the sacrifice of His own Son, and any other sacrifice prior to Christ would only serve to further highlight the surpassing sufficiency of Christ's excellence and glory as the Lion and the Lamb. It is in Christ that we are delivered from bloodguiltiness, in Christ that we sing joyfully of God's righteousness, in Christ that see the greatness of God's compassion, in Christ that our spirits are truly broken and our hearts are truly made aware of our sins to the point of contrition.

What a sacrifice, indeed!

posted by Bolo | 11:34 PM
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Note to The Boys

Uch, Boss, Kev: call me.

Scott: Letter has been delivered, and Shipley now bears the goods. Just picture Alistair Begg saying, "Two-Timothy."

posted by Bolo | 2:50 AM
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I've an inquiry, one that requires some of you to actually post some commentary, if you actually have any thoughts that are generated by the said inquiry. In short, it's this: what does it look like when we live our lives in a manner worthy of the calling with which we've been called? Paul says this in his epistles at various times and in various manners, and it's something that's been on my mind for the past several days. Am I living my life in such a manner? Is my life reflecting my Savior's death and resurrection? If it isn't, what must I do to make it so?

For those of you who truly know me, feel free to comment away. Even if you don't truly know me, feel free to comment; as of late, I've felt a deep need to be more open and honest with myself and with my sin, and if someone has any sort of helpful insight, I'll be more than happy to embrace it. I suppose you could say my inquiry is twofold, since I'm trying to see how life ought to be lived in Christ, and how my life matches up to that standard. I suppose you could consider it a healthy sort of a sort of public way :)

posted by Bolo | 1:44 AM
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Macromedia's Studio MX2004 with Flash Professional is considered to be software that approaches the four-figure range in price. Thanks to eBay, however, yours truly managed to get the whole shebang for a pittance: fifty dollars. Talk about fun!

posted by Bolo | 2:03 AM
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I want one. At the very least, it'd scare the chickens out of Kawamura :) Don't you agree, Andrew? It'd definitely be more realistic than any drawings (aaahhhh, memories!) we could come up with.

Whoa. Seriously...whoa.

I slept through Chemistry in high school. You think I'm joking, don't you? (Hey, for those of you who don't...ssshhh!)

When you're down and feeling like nothing's going right, take your frustrations out on...Gonzo :)

posted by Bolo | 12:08 AM
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This is going to sound very random, but does anyone know of a cheap way to obtain Macromedia's Studio MX 2004 or near-equivalent? I've looked on eBay and I know I qualify for a student purchase directly from Macromedia, but I figure asking around for a cheaper means can't hurt. If anyone knows anything...lemme know.

posted by Bolo | 10:08 PM
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Note to Self

John: your cell phone does not automatically adjust with Daylight Savings Time the same way it does when you're driving and switch time zones. You must turn off your phone and then turn it back on again in order for the time change to take effect. This is an especially good thing to remember when your cell phone serves as your only alarm clock, and you must set your clock forward (which causes you to lose an hour of sleep, unless you oversleep, which would then cause you to be late for church and work). Why this note to yourself, John? Think back to this morning. Think back to Monica knocking on your door. Think back to your explanation that your cell phone should have adjusted to the new time automatically. Think back to your realization that your cell phone did not do so.

Oh yeah.

posted by Bolo | 12:59 PM
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Top 100.

No, this won't work on me, but you're welcome to try ;)

posted by Bolo | 8:24 PM
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Sprain Pain

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. After five hours and a bunch of rounds, all I can say is...well...ouch.

Spring Reading Days, for all intents and purposes, has arrived. What's on tap for the first days of Reading Days? Well...with the aforementioned ankle/eggplant-colored joint now being a prime factor in calculating the festivities, I'm thinking that I'll soon be in bed, with my foot raised high, no doubt feeling somewhat like a Dufflepud from Clive Staples' Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Once done with my restive, unfestive state, perhaps I shall embark upon something I've not done in a while, like finish up Hamlet or initiate another jolly jaunt through Clive Staples' crony's The Lord of the Rings, which I'm well overdue for. So yes...reading...eating...those are undoubtedly inevitable for the initial stages of my Reading Days. As for next week? We shall see...yes, we shall see :)

posted by Bolo | 7:01 AM
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So yeah...I just found out I'm going to be headed to Canada (Toronto) for part of Spring Reading Days. (Other than Scott O'Neal, who really reads, ya know? Well, not even Scott will read too much, methinks...but that's something else entirely.) It was one of those last minute crazy things that rarely happens but is very cool when it does. *Shrug*...more on this later, I promise :)

On a slightly sillier note, the solution to the Problem I faced today was a simple one in the end: I didn't choose a hall to play for, and instead stayed an unbiased referee for the duration of the tournament. I'm glad I did; Daniel (the other referee I had recruited to help me) and I both agreed that the level of play...uhhh...was...ummm...less than stellar...if you want to call it that...yeah, less than stellar :) I must say, however, that watching the girls "play" was almost as fun as listening to them shriek during their "play." Brooke's hall, in particular, provided a great deal of entertainment :) Although they didn't win, they definitely got the Spirit Award from yours truly. That, or the number for Kahi Mohala...*cough*.

As for the rest of the day's happenings, I realized again that my body is not as...uhhhh..."youthful" as it once was. My ankle is sprained, and being that it just happened on the way to work (don't ask how...please...well, you can ask, but don't expect an answer), I'm not sure how bad it is. Ankle sprains are like that; you can never really tell how bad they are until the next day. We'll see, though, 'cause I gotta do a bunch of rounds tonight, and so I won't have a chance to really rest it until I get home in the morning. Ugh. Paaaaaiiiiiiiiin!!!

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