Smeagol is Free!
A hermitudinal view of...stuff...



posted by Bolo | 12:58 PM
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I Think I Think...I Think

I think it'll be a while before Rev has a craving for cantaloupe. I think I'm ready for Friday morning to be Friday afternoon. I think that five dollar sale is crazy...good crazy. I think I really really really want to be sitting out in the lineup at Kewalo's. I think James Morrison's Undiscovered is going to get into my head over the next week, and I don't mind one bit. I think hearing Moon Pie saying, "I've never felt as dirty as I do with you, John," has got to be one of the funniest things I've heard in a long time. Speaking of saying funny things, I think that widescreen comment was pretty hilarious, too. I think I need a Monkey Mating Call from Szrama. I think I need a good chat with almost anyone from the Surf Crew; it's been way too long. I think I need ice cream.

posted by Bolo | 8:22 AM
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I'm thinking the morning will come way too quickly...

posted by Bolo | 11:42 PM
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It's morning, isn't it?

posted by Bolo | 8:23 AM
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There's something right about Etta James and a summer storm. Man, I miss the rugrats. Stephen really doesn't play sports, does he? Rev's description of hamachi: "Tender, buttery almost." Yup, no kidding. When coffee is roasted one night, then ground and brewed the following morning, is waking up a saturation of sensory pleasure? Darn right it is! I'm thinking it feels incredibly odd (in a surreal sort of way) to find old friends from home on Facebook. Like, Jenn and Aya? Good grief! If the rest of the PBoD crew gets on, I think Death by Pink Bucket truly will ensue. There's something beautiful about the simple things in life: a fresh shower, icy-cold water, a laugh with close friends, surfing like you mean it, like you'll never surf again, or a pair of jeans with a t-shirt. Is Nate Chung really in Chicago? Gotta visit that dahmy if he is.

posted by Bolo | 8:52 PM
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The Baconator: God's gift to hungry geeks. Thanks, Jeff, for the inspiration!

posted by Bolo | 9:04 AM
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posted by Bolo | 6:37 PM
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Acquire More Sustenance

This isn't quite free, but it's cheap, and it's still food. Very good food, in fact.

posted by Bolo | 3:42 PM
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Acquire Sustenance

Go here, select your area from the drop-down menu, sign up, print the coupon that gets sent via email, and go eat a free sub from Penn Station.

We, meaning the guys in the office, went and did this today for lunch. I observed that we looked like little boys with our permission slips for a field trip, signed and everything :)

posted by Bolo | 1:40 PM
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posted by Bolo | 11:24 PM
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Manly Men

After Nathan's little shindig last night, we went to Flanagan's to enjoy a bit of Man Time with the good ol' chap. 'Twas a most hearty event, complete with covenantal oaths, flying spittle, and talk of tattoos, brews, and presidential crews. Here's to you, Nathan Fullerton!

posted by Bolo | 8:36 AM
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Nathan's Last

Your eyes are not deceiving you. What you are about to watch, strange and unexpected as it seems, truly did take place. It's so strange, in fact, that I nearly feel the need to apologize. But you know what? I won't.

Yes, that's PowerPoint up on the wall at Immanuel Baptist Church :)

posted by Bolo | 11:56 PM
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In looking at Malia's latest set of pictures of my nephew, I got the distinct impression that I was looking at a little boy who was doing a lot of the same things his Uncle Johnny does.

Uhhh, did.

I mean, the donut on the thumb is one thing, and I understand that everyone's gotta sleep, and having a little boy with a haircut done by a pair of clippers is perfectly acceptable in our society.

But seriously, what gives with the bucket on the head? Hmmm? Actually, come to think of it, he looks a little more like Leonard in that shot...


posted by Bolo | 6:32 PM
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Happy Birthday, Mom!

I bet I'm the first of your seven kids to say that. That makes me the best, doesn't it?

I know, I know. It makes me the last. Darnit.

posted by Bolo | 12:05 AM
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An excerpt from the journal entry as I sat in Sunergos today:

Even now, as I sit and try to ponder anew Your gospel, I find affection for You to be lacking. You've been ever so faithful, and evermore shall be so. Yet, what of myself? Do I turn to You for grace? Do I long to sit at the spring of living water and drink deeply? Paul writes in Ephesians of the riches of Your grace; later, he writes of the riches of Your glory; prior to these, He writes of us, the saints, being Christ's inheritance, and the glory of that inheritance; throughout it all, we are made His inheritance that we might praise the glory of Your grace. We have no means, no right by which we might praise You, O Holy One of Israel. What right does man have to praise You? All we ought to expect, as sinners offending our Maker with our very existence, is naught but wrath, even were we to kneel and proclaim, "Lord!" for such a proclamation would be filled with loathing, hatred, and even then, disobedience. Sinners cannot but see You and hate! For You declare sin to be sin, shining light upon that which sinners would keep hidden in darkness, showing and exposing it as it truly is, and not as we would have it appear. This, then, is the glory of Your grace, that we would see our sin truly, and loathe it rather than You, and be shown and led to the cross, there to be saved by the blood of the unblemished Lamb of God, there to be made one with Him and He with us, there to be saved from Your wrath and reconciled with You, the Father who longs to wipe away every tear from our eyes with the same hand that set the stars in the place, there to praise for the very first the praise unto Him that we would praise forevermore. Is this gracious? Indeed, for it was given without merit on our part, for we were still sinners, still enemies, and it was given at the greatest of cost, the precious blood of the Son of God. Is this glorious? Yes, for it was done by a sovereign, free, and infinite God, One whose purpose has never wavered, One whose delight in His glory has never faltered, One who took upon Himself the wrath for which a sinner such as I was destined. By removing us from the covenantal requirements, He places upon Himself the Law, both the responsibility of keeping and the price of failing. Yet, in doing so, He freely grants to us the reward for keeping the Law, and adds an even greater grace: Himself. Paul writes again and again, "in Christ." Would we, by keeping to perfection the Law, gaze upon Him with praise and adoration upon our lips? Would we know the grace of God as gloriously as we do? Would we see it as glorious? In Christ, we are made sons and daughters, the bride of Christ, the temple of the Holy Spirit filled with glory, the body of Christ. Yes, this is glorious; yes, this is praiseworthy.

posted by Bolo | 11:25 PM
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Bigger = Better...More = Merrier

When it comes to drive space, bigger definitely feels better. When it comes to free drive space, more is definitely merrier :)

posted by Bolo | 5:30 PM
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Breakfast time! First, not second.

posted by Bolo | 12:27 PM
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One entry found for torpid.

Main Entry: tor·pid
Pronunciation: 'tor-p&d
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Latin torpidus, from torpEre to be sluggish or numb; akin to Lithuanian tirpti to become numb
1 a : having lost motion or the power of exertion or feeling : DORMANT, NUMB b : sluggish in functioning or acting {a torpid frog} {a torpid mind}
2 : lacking in energy or vigor : APATHETIC, DULL
3 : John Letoto at the end of this week
- tor·pid·i·ty /tor-'pi-d&-tE/ noun

posted by Bolo | 7:51 PM
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Frolic...Like a Heifer

That title ought to bring a smile to some local lips. Other than the fact that these shots remind me of them, my evening really wasn't really filled with any sort of frolicking. Or acting like a heifer :)

posted by Bolo | 1:35 AM
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Freshly roasted Sumatra Mandheling, brewed less than a day later, bursting at peak flavor...

...and Charlotte spills it. Every last drop. *Sigh*. Chip my mug all you want, but don't spill the coffee!!!

posted by Bolo | 5:50 PM
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Psalm 1
How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the path of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers! But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and in His law he meditates day and night. He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season and its leaves does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but they are like chaff which the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous. For the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.

Last night, Lance showed us that what Jesus says of believers in the Beatitudes are traits that are promised to us, not merely more ways of stating a high standard that we could never attain. As I sat there, it would have been easy to become downcast and discouraged, thinking to myself, "I'm not gentle, I don't hunger and thirst for righteousness." Yet, Jesus was not saying that we must be these things to attain heaven; rather, He was speaking of the promises to make us these things, His promises which were made ours at the cross.

posted by Bolo | 7:38 AM
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Roasty Toasty

Sumatra Mandheling...mmm!

posted by Bolo | 11:59 PM
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Retinal Realizations

posted by Bolo | 6:38 PM
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I doubt that my siblings are the only ones who could see me telling stories like this to little kids.

For all the Star Wars nerds out there, go do something profitable. Or, click here.

Speaking of geeky ways to be unprofitable, I want to say I've seen these linked before, but I'm not sure by whom. Szrama? Most likely, but I'm not certain.

My new addiction. Ben and I are on a rampage; we're going to get Theobald to add yet another to his infamous IBC list!

I get the distinct impression that this isn't exactly your 8-bit Mario.

posted by Bolo | 11:29 PM
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Isaiah 43:1
But now, thus says the LORD, your Creator, O Jacob, and He who formed you, O Israel, "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine!"

posted by Bolo | 7:31 AM
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Looks like Monday evenings are going to be Roasting Night; nice! Speaking of roasting, I told Ben that watching as the beans turn from green to light brown to oily-dark brown is the yuppie equivalent of watching a steak sizzle on a grill. It's still manly, though. Here's a thought: if a girl hasn't seen a guy she's decently good friends with for a while, there's a pretty good chance she'll give him grief about it and make him feel guilty. However, if she hasn't seen another girl she's decently good friends with, she'll express her lack of social interaction in a much mushier fashion. *Sigh*...girls. Kev? Boss? October? Work it, boys, work it, 'cause Uch might be in, too. Which reminds me: Cabreros, when was the last time you listened to Mundy & Company? "Throw me!" Hah! The summer is almost halfway gone, yet it seems as though it's just started. Yes, I love avocados, too; reminds me of my childhood. I also love fish.

posted by Bolo | 9:18 PM
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A month ago, Dad turned 77. I called him to wish him a happy birthday, but he didn't answer his phone. The reason? His phone was on "silent" for weeks on end, and he didn't know how to fix it.

At least he answered tonight :)

posted by Bolo | 10:22 PM
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The Double BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger from Rally's. Dude. Seriously. That was...oh man...pleasure. Much pleasure.

posted by Bolo | 9:50 PM
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Still Finished

I'm still listening endlessly to It is Finished by Red Mountain Church. It seems that so much of what I've been learning lately, as well as the point of so much of my learning here at Boyce College and, more importantly, Immanuel Baptist Church, is becoming more and more appropriately captured in Christ's cry, "It is finished!"

I'm driven back again and again to the responsibility that I have as a child of God, a man of God. Over and over and over again, I want to ask of the Lord, "What would you have me do?" Yet, I find that my heart takes that question and puts on it a subtle twist that God, as John Piper said at New Attitude, sees as an abomination. What twist is this? Simply put, I ask the Lord how I might obey Him with the misconception that I am actually adding to my salvation, or I that have talents that He needs, or that I can draw comfort by doing something to improve my standing before Him. The problem with this line of thinking is that it quickly swerves away from the simple, stunning truth of Christ's scandalous death: it made everything the saints experience to be an endless experience of God's grace.

When Christ cried, "It is finished!", His cry was to proclaim that nothing more was needed. Looking back to the covenantal requirements that God made with Abraham, we realize that they were made good at the cross. Why? Though God had showed Abraham a vision that essentially said, "If I fail to keep the requirements of this covenant, I shall die!", God was also interweaving the death of His Son as that which would fulfill the covenant, making it yes and amen in Christ. When we look upon the Law as given to Israel through Moses, we see that Christ is the fulfillment of the Law, a Law that we could never fulfill. When we see the glorious vision of David's line, we see the culmination of that glory shining brightly with the glory of God in the face of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

Christ has done for us that which we could never do on our own. What is more, Christ graciously frees us to do now that which we would never be able to do otherwise, namely, praise Him, love Him, worship Him, please Him, gaze upon Him, obey Him, thank Him, live for Him forever, without fear of wrath or judgment. That means that every breath I take is an act of grace, an experience of God's endless grace to us in Christ. If I look upon my life as something that I must do, rather than seeing and rejoicing in it as something I can enjoy to God's glory, this journey I walk can quickly become an endless series of pride-filled, idolatrous sins. Yet, even now, in hearing others sing of Christ's proclamation on Calvary, I'm reminded that He has finished all that God requires of me, and therefore, all that I get to experience is His wonderful grace.

posted by Bolo | 9:39 PM
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Seeing Stuff

posted by Bolo | 2:55 AM
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I'm roasting coffee!!!

posted by Bolo | 4:59 PM
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Thoughts: Boss Dialogue

Who said Steak Sauce could be 25? And are you really 36, Kev? And for crying out loud, the big Three-Oh is juuuuuust around the corner for Boss and Uch. Good grief. Dude, whatever happened to the days of jamming in the FCF office? Boss needs to buy those tickets, already. Wes is gonna be a daddy? Crazy. Keep the hammer and cardboard away from Cabreros. 'Drew and those Fives? Sweet! Speaking of the Fives, he can rock 'em 'cause he's already hot. And married.

posted by Bolo | 10:12 AM
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Kev. Dude. Boss just told me about your board.


Sorry, man. My condolences.

posted by Bolo | 9:07 AM
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Faced With Funkiness

What in the world...

posted by Bolo | 7:19 PM
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