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Irish Inklings

I was telling myself (and those who would listen) all week that as many problems as the Irish had all over the football field, if our offensive line play would just improve to the point of being as good as it was last year, the rest would take care of itself. After watching today's game, I'm not saying I was right, but I will admit that it felt very nice to be able to see Brady settle his feet in the pocket for longer than it takes for me to yell, "Look out!" It was also quite gratifiying to see holes bigger than Darius Walker's dad opening up for #3. For the first time all year, it felt exciting to watch our offense on the march, something I hadn't felt since before the OSU game last season. And goshdarnit, all of a sudden Rhema McKnight can catch. Whaddayaknow! Ok, so he dropped that deep ball, the only deep ball Brady threw that was close to being caught. We still scored on that possession, so I can live with it. Just one of the many things to fix before USC...

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Laughing Matters

I ran into Ryan in Honeycutt yesterday afternoon. He asked me how I was doing, and I told him that I was pretty much exhausted from the week, but that most of my duties and responsibilities were over and done with at that point. He then asked me how I was doing spiritually. I paused a little, then said that although I'd been reading some great things in Scripture, I felt like James' forgetful man.

Earlier in the week, Dan told Emil and I that he'd led a bible study that went through the book of James. In the group were a few middle school girls. When that passage in James that talks about the man who looks in the mirror, turns away, and immediately forgets what he looks like was read aloud, Dan told us that the girls laughed; they couldn't understand why anyone would look in the mirror and then forget their own face. When I heard that, I thought the girls were silly. They were laughing at Scripture! How irreverent could they be? But then Dan told us the punchline: their reaction was precisely the reaction James had in mind! Why would anyone look in the mirror and forget his own face? By the same token, why would anyone read the Word of God and then forget what it said, let alone forget to apply it?

I'd already told Ryan that it had been a busy week. There were periods where I literally couldn't recall the last time I had slept, what day it was, or when I would next be able to get more than an hour's worth of sleep. Despite all of that, however, my most pressing concern was the fact that I felt like I was someone worthy of being laughed at by a bunch of middle school girls. The thing is, it's no laughing matter to forget God's Word.

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I'm nearly done, in the home stretch. The week has been rough, and from what I remember of it, I did a lot of stumbling around in a loopy sort of daze.

I shudder to think what I don't remember.

Anyhow...once I do get some real sleep, the sort where I reach a state of deep drool very quickly and don't leave it 'til morning, I'll probably reacquire the ability to think and communicate with any level of depth and meaning.

Yippy skippy :)

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Words. Fail. They lack fullness. They lack dimension. They lack...oh heck, just watch.

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Know what royally bites? What royally bites is that feeling you get when you have a nearly-full Huge Iced Coffee from Java in your hand, set the cup on the top of your car to get in, forget that you set the cup on the top of your car, proceed to drive off in ignorant bliss, reach for the cup, then realize that that glorious cup of perfectly prepared caffeine is probably soaking pavement somewhere behind you.


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Hot Pink

I think it was about 3 in the morning a couple of nights ago, right smack dab in the middle of my shift at work. I was feeling a little nostalgic, as I usually am prone to feeling at such an hour during such an activity. In the midst of my mental wanderings, a phrase popped into my head: hot pink.


Yes, hot pink. It instantly reminded me of days gone by, days when hot pink and neon green and lightning bolts drawn on the underside of the baseboard of the top bunk of our bunkbeds were what ruled the visual world of preadolescents such as myself. Then my mind really began to churn: that ceramic Christmas tree (did Aunty Kamala make that? Oh, and where'd my matchbox mouse go? Still with the rest of our ornaments?), the smell of bread baking in the morning at Kau'uluwela Elementary School, our family's big station wagon, missing Lisa when she went away to USD, hating when Mon would kiss me on my cheek whenever she came back or left again for ND, watching American Ninja and wanting to be like Michael Dudikoff, or watching my sisters play Sky Kid on the original, 8-bit NES.

Wow...those days seem like forever ago. Strange...time flies, even when it seems like you're standing still.

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Hall Ball: See Ball, Dodge Ball II

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Hall Ball: See Ball, Dodge Ball I

All the halls...

Dr. and Mrs. Duhklayvaughn


Goldylocks and his Women...

He may not be Hott, but he does a pretty good Lone Ranger impression ;)

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At about 1:30 this morning, when I disposed of those two jumbo hot dogs topped with onions, sauerkraut, and cheese, I hadn't figured on having my burps taste like hot dogs topped with onions, sauerkraut, and cheese over four hours later. Oh well. Live and learn, right?

posted by Bolo | 6:15 AM
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Hall Ball in the Fall

Here are, in no particular order, some of my thoughts on this semester's Hall Ball:

Achilles, the one and only Boyce Bulldog, likes to mark his turf with turd. Or in this case, his court with turd ;) Could his timing have been any better? All the halls are walking in, and he lays a few. I guess he's practicing for the season...

Dr. and Mrs. Duhklayvaughn are the coolest people ever. 'Nuff said.

Evan, on the other hand...ugh...I'm going to have nightmares of him and that leotard. I thought it wasn't going to get any more gross than when I saw him in it, then I heard Buck asking if he could borrow it. *Shudder*. Gross factor shot way stinkin' up there.

Was there anyone at Hall Ball who did not see that I was eliminated by a girl? If there is, I'd like to find that person, 'cause they were definitely in the minority tonight.

Parity. Parity, parity, parity. No one hall was dominant tonight, and no one hall was dominated. All put up a good showing, and the hall with the least amount of ballers made it to the finals. know who that was...

Eric Yeldell is a cheater. In the Battle of the Old Guys, I tagged Mr. Yeldell with an over-the-top throw sneak attack from behind one of the zebras. And what did he do? He promptly ignored his elimination! Of course, in my ensuing retreat, when I was hit on my feet (not by him and his weak arm, of course) with no recognition from any zebra, I showed a little integrity (ahem!) and took myself from play. Yeah, that's right, Eric...a little integrity...uh huh...look it up in the dictionary, buddy!

If pink is the new black (whatever), Jessica Cimato is the new Katy Barnes. But, like Todd Thomas said, "Well, she won't be having any babies."

I suppose it's a compliment of sorts when someone on the other team veritably throws away their dodgeball life in an effort to eliminate you. Thanks, Mr. Montgomery. I think.

If there ever was any question as to whether or not Boyce College would be having any cheerleaders for the upcoming basketball season, I think it was answered firmly tonight. I mean, did anyone else see the distinct lack of coordination on the sidelines?

Finally, like JVizzle said, "There's always next year."

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Funky Faces

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It's just Sunday, the rest of the week is shaping up to be a doozy, and I already feel tired. Turkeys from Burkey, know that the Woosher is going to be getting a lot of use this week. Not that it doesn't already, mind you :)

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Water, Water Everywhere

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I shouldn't, I really shouldn't...

But I will anyway...

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Much, much, much better. I was yelling, "Bench him!" in the middle of the first half. Even though I was referring to Brady, it really could've been anyone. The O-line, the wideouts, anyone. What I'd also like to know is if I was the only one who nearly killed the remote when we didn't do anything on the first offensive series again? And can it really be a bad thing that I'm still not satisfied with "just" a win? High standards are a good thing...they keep you above mediocrity.

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In a thinking kind of mood today, slightly impatient, slightly frustrated, prone to ponder, but in a mostly focused sort of way. Feeling like I hate sin, but knowing I don't hate it enough, or always for the right reason, wanting desperately to love Jesus more and be happy in Him, but feeling as though I don't have enough of such affection, yet knowing that all of this works toward my good, as well as the good of us all, even if I don't really understand how or why it does.

Heh...this is the kind of mood that, generally speaking, only my closest friends can handle. Otherwise, I'm prone to chew someone's head off. It's one of those days where I ask myself, "Why isn't it easier to love?"

posted by Bolo | 2:51 PM
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Go Away

It's still raining. If I didn't have to walk in it, I'd feel a little better about it. But I do have to walk in it. So as much as I'd love to write something that sounds very spiritual and holy, I won't, 'cause that's not how I feel. Darn it. My hair's going to get wet. Oh well.

posted by Bolo | 6:34 AM
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Counting Down

It's Saturday. Come 8 PM EST, the healing will have embarked, and hopefully, will be declared successful. If you recall, I said I wasn't satisfied after the Penn State win. I saw holes and weaknesses the guys who write the articles seemed to have overlooked, and Charlie Weis said as much after watching the tape of the game the day after. Rhema and Shark are dropping passes like they're playing hot potato, the O-line isn't holding blocks like they need to, and all the passes that were almost out of reach last year but still seemed to get caught? Well, now they're just out of reach. Overly critical? Nope, just honest. Fair-weather? Negatory, as I watched us when we stank it up big-time, thinking that Ty's early successes were a little too fishy for my tastes. It almost makes me want to vomit, thinking about it now.

Will we play like a champion today? Kickoff's in less than 20 hours...

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Revelation 21:9 - 27
Then one of the seven angels who had the seven bowls full of the seven last plagues came and spoke with me, saying, "Come here, I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb."And he carried me away in the Spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me the holy city, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, having the glory of God. Her brilliance was like a very costly stone, as a stone of crystal-clear jasper. It had a great and high wall, with twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels; and names were written on them, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the sons of Israel. There were three gates on the east and three gates on the north and three gates on the south and three gates on the west. And the wall of the city had twelve foundation stones, and on them were the twelve names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb. The one who spoke with me had a gold measuring rod to measure the city, and its gates and its wall. The city is laid out as a square, and its length is as great as the width; and he measured the city with the rod, fifteen hundred miles; its length and width and height are equal. And he measured its wall, seventy-two yards, according to human measurements, which are also angelic measurements. The material of the wall was jasper; and the city was pure gold, like clear glass. The foundation stones of the city wall were adorned with every kind of precious stone The first foundation stone was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, chalcedony; the fourth, emerald; the fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, topaz; the tenth, chrysoprase; the eleventh, jacinth; the twelfth, amethyst. And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; each one of the gates was a single pearl And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God the Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb. The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it. In the daytime (for there will be no night there) its gates will never be closed; and they will bring the glory and the honor of the nations into it; and nothing unclean, and no one who practices abomination and lying, shall ever come into it, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.

It was about a year and a half ago, now. I'd been doing some research for my paper in Dr. Wellum's Theology III class, and the material I needed to dig into included Revelation 19, 21, and 22. I don't remember precisely what the occasion was, but I do recall Scott telling me something he'd recently heard concerning the dimensions of the holy city, new Jerusalem. He said that the only two perfect cubes described in Scripture were in Revelation 21, where the dimensions for the New Jerusalem were given, as well as in Exodus, where the dimensions for the holy of holies are given.


Can you imagine what knowing this would have meant to one of the ancient Jews? They were the ones to whom such strict Law had been given, who were chosen to see and experience with such aching intimacy the transcendence and holiness of the LORD. In particular, I think of the priests, especially the high priests. The holy reverence with which they had to live their lives is one that I would do well to claim as my own. The high priest could enter the holy of holies to make atonement for sins but once a year, and even then, there was a promise of death if he did not find himself clean before the Holy One of Israel. Do you think he had a sense of reverence and awe before the LORD? When was the last time I felt such reverent fear? *Sigh*...

I wonder, what would such a priest think were he to find that the holy of holies, that innermost sanctum wherein one would find oneself in the presence of the Living God, was but a foretaste of the perfection of God's holy presence in heaven? And that in heaven, in the new Jerusalem, there would be no fear of death, but only holy joy in knowing the bitter taste of sin would never wash over our his soul again? Maybe one day, I'll ask such a priest...

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