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A hermitudinal view of...stuff...


Ted & Ned

It's pretty crazy to think that a week ago, we were sitting together here in the 'Ville, enjoying one another's company once more. I praise the Lord for you, brother, and enjoy seeing Christ in you and Sandi.

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... :)

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Handle & Spout

Apparently, Canadians can do a little singing and dancing, too.

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Fifth Wheel

After dinner at Carly Rae's. Yup, I'm the brown one.

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Na is over, and worlds are about to collide. The Uchidas and the O'Neals will be having dinner with yours truly in just a few short moments.

Sweet :)

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Poultry Polka

At New Attitude, our Community Groups make us do some interesting things...

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Is it just me, or do the hours between 1 AM and 7 AM seem to only have 50 minutes, instead of the standard 60?

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Timestamp: 05.24.08 19:28

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Psalm 99
The LORD reigns, let the peoples tremble; He is enthroned above the cherubim, let the earth shake! The LORD is great in Zion, and He is exalted above all the peoples. Let them praise Your great and awesome name; holy is He. The strength of the King loves justice; You have established equity; You have executed justice and righteousness in Jacob. Exalt the LORD our God and worship at His footstool; holy is He. Moses and Aaron were among His priests, and Samuel was among those who called on His name; they called upon the LORD and He answered them. He spoke to them in the pillar of cloud; they kept His testimonies and the statute that He gave them. O LORD our God, You answered them; You were a forgiving God to them, and yet an avenger of their evil deeds. Exalt the LORD our God and worship at His holy hill, for holy is the LORD our God.

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Oh, Canada!

"I just had a blond moment. The guy said, 'Washington, District of Columbia,' and I thought, 'Oh, no! Canada!' "

-Peter Sieg

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Straight to Voicemail

Typical, I typical...

...I call 'Drew...

...he answers...

...we talk for five minutes...

...we get cut off...

...I think his phone ran out of battery power...

...hah! If I had a dime for every time that happened...

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Tuan = Lyle?

To all whom it may concern: Lyle ate a piece of doggy beef jerky. No lie. He didn't know what it was when I handed it to him. So he...bit it...chewed it...

...I'm not sure if he swallowed it...

...I think I'm still laughing...

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Is Strawberry Chip ice cream just like Mint Chocolate Chip? Like, you know, is the strawberry just a vehicle for the chocolate? Rob Smythe may be in India, but he's in my room singing to me right now. In just a couple of days, Uch and Mrs. Uch will be here...heck yeah. As great as my frisbee joneses may be kicking in at the moment, I'm sure Saturday will take care of it. I'm amazed at how much God's Word stays in the heart and mind; I'm also at how little of it I apply compared to how much I've supposedly learned. How's the closet space in the upper left room? In all seriousness, I now have people stopping in their tracks to take pictures of me in my car as they walk on the street. Ok, maybe they're really taking pictures of my car...still, I'm in the picture, darnit. It's pretty hilarious and empowering when Petey, the guy who once turned his nose up at my coffee offerings at work, asks me, "Coffee? Please? Don't make me beg." I have a sneaky feeling I just missed a birthday again. Doh.

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Moonlight Seranade

I freely admit that this is void of any intellectual value and full of pointless use of technology. Be that as it may, however, those who know Jeesh might still find this humorous.


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Movers and Shakers

It's Spring in the 'Ville. Many aspects of Spring in this unusual city are wild and unpredictable: the weather, allergies, twitterpation, and the like. Be that as it may, there are a handful of tried-and-true traditions that Louisvillians have come to count on, and in some cases, know and love: Derby, Thunder, and Ashlea Davenport moving.

Hah! I know, I know, I'm a funny guy. Please hold your applause until the end of this post.

Ok, ok, go ahead and clap anyway.

Oh, stop.

No, you can keep going, I don't mind.


Well, enough of that you overzealous fans.

Moving Ms. Davenport was a smashing success, particularly because nothing was smashed in the moving process. Nice, eh? Oh, and for the record, our care group absolutely rocks when it comes to moving.

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Ultimately Speaking

Strategy looks like this: I tell J.C. that Scott and Ray are captains and that Scott gets first pick. The fruit of that strategy looks like this: Scott and I connect on three out of our five scores.

Heck yeah.

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Since 8 PM tonight, I've had a sashimi platter, a couple of pieces of nigiri sushi, two spicy chicken burritos from Taco Bell, green tea gellato over a waffle, and a cup of coffee. Ginny Lou announced that she's never seen anyone eat as much as I do :)

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I don't think Peter's theory about Stephen sounding smart on the phone works: he sounds dumb on the phone, too. At least your uncle took his pill, right? I seriously had a dream about it before I knew it was happening...kind of freaky. I discovered the hard way that the big plastic button on my new shirt wasn't a big plastic button, but a big plastic sensor tag the guy at the register forgot to remove. So I noticed that the bridesmaids shoes didn't match; was I the only guy who noticed that? The one on the upper left is mine. Yeah, and worst part is that you like her, Farmer! Spring is officially here: Davenport is moving. A little more than a week, and they're here!

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Cup of the Morning

With yours truly not roasting for the past couple of days, the whole bean supply was a little empty in the office. Thus, I felt compelled to stop by and get the morning cup from Jackson's. Unfortunately, I forgot cash. Very fortunately, they're small enough that they do the whole, "Don't worry, just come back and pay later, people do it all the time," deal.

Sweet. The coffee, and the deal.

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Sermon Excerpt

"1 Timothy 3:6 says, 'The overseer must not be a recent convert.' That doesn't mean he's had time to prove how on-fire he is all the time, it means he's had a chance to fall a few times, to land with his face down in the puddle a few times. 'Must not be a recent convert.' Why? Because a recent convert may 'become puffed up with conceit and fall into the condemnation of the devil.' Brothers, you may be stumbling toward your ordination day, you may wish you were at a better and a different place in your life here on your ordination day, you may wish that today was a day of victory and not a day where you feel your failure. Your failure may be the very thing that prepares you for the humility you will need, you will need to press on in this ministry, because leadership means that it's not just you and Satan pointing out your failures means there's a whole body who notices."

-Ryan Fullerton

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Wow. Amazing.

Monchan would dig it.

It's faster!

A little left-brainedness for the right-brainer in you.

Visually Wired, here and here.

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The Worm...Really

Ok, a few explanations are in order. First, this video, not the previous one, is the actual Worm footage. It's a little hard to see, but it's there if you look for it. Second, 'twas not I, but Mr. Lance Limanti, who was seen dancing Saturday night near the intersection of Bardstown Road and Cherokee Parkway. Third, Mr. Limanti did actually do this and Ms. Lisa Sipes was not dreaming.

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The Worm

The Sipester said she woke up on Sunday morning telling herself, "He really did that. He really did that." Yup...he did.

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Motherly Meanderings

Scott is fond of saying that he only has one friend like John Letoto...and that he only can have one friend like John Letoto. I think my mom is qualified to say much the same thing: she has just one son like her son John...and she only can have one son like her son John. Need examples? Read on...

There was that one time I forgot my mom's birthday. Well, not completely. At the time, I was working in Pali Safeway's produce department, and I was scheduled to work until 10 that night. Shortly after 9, I realized that I was less than three hours away from complete and utter failure as a son with a mother's birthday to remember. What's a forgetful buffoon to do, you ask? I built her one of the biggest and most expensive fruit baskets ever to leave that produce department.

I still have that card Mom sent me. "Miss you, love you, still waiting for you to call!!!" She included her home and cell numbers, just in case I forgot.

I vaguely remember once cutting Mom's hair. I figured that since she was on the phone, she would appreciate it if I maximized her time so she wouldn't have to worry about getting it done later. Very thoughtful of me, right? Well, maybe not. I mean, I don't think I was much older than five or so.

Still, those examples aren't really all that unique. I mean, any dufus would get a card like that from his mom, right?


Moving on.

I suppose I'm like most sons that are proud of their mothers: thorougly convinced that she, more than any other woman on the planet, was uniquely equipped to put up with that little viper in a diaper that she gave birth to (my brother), then was blessed to have such a sweet, intelligent gift from God (that would be me).

Just kidding.

The point of all of this is to let you, my adoring public, know that I truly do adore my mother. Written proof of my regard for her can be found here. And yes, I called her already.

Now if I can just remember when her birthday is, I'll be fine...

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"He’s your classic guinea pig cameraman, a time honored tradition among adventure documentaries where the motto is 'In event of emergency, press record.' "

-Steve Howe, describing cameraman Scott Simper

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Main Entry: en·cour·age·ment
Pronunciation: \-ij-mənt, -rij-\
Function: noun
Date: 1549
1 : the act of encouraging : the state of being encouraged
2 : something that encourages
3 : the state of being loved by those who love you with Jesus' love, not because of you, nor even in spite of you, but because of Jesus' love
4 : Andrew; Scott; Brian; Chriyus; Kevin; Dave; Gary; Ryan; Rob

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1 Peter 1:3 - 9
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, so that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ; and though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, obtaining as the outcome of your faith the salvation of your souls.

Is it just me, or do the things written in God's word sometimes seem so far beyond what my "Christian experience" seem to indicate? Living hope...imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away...greatly inexpressible and full of glory...

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Two bingos in one game, and another two waiting in the wings. What's even better is that one of those will launch me into the lead from being down fifty points. Muahahahahaha!

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One For the Guys

Earlier, Miss Rebekah Towns and I discussed the merits of a Leatherman multi-tool. Our discussion went as follows:

Becky: "What is it about guys and their toys?"

Me: "What do you mean?"

Becky: "How much did that cost?"

Me: "Eighty bucks."

Becky: "Eighty!"

Me: "Ok, would you get a manicure?"

Becky: "Yeah!"

Me: "And how much would that cost?"

Becky: "Thirty bucks."

Me: "And how long would that last?"

Becky: "A few weeks."

Me: "Hah! Twenty-five year warranty, baby!"

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Home: 'Ohana

Once upon a time, family dinners were small. There was one basic rule governing these affairs: Leonard and John ate last, unless it was one of our birthdays. Then, and only then, were we really allowed to eat before the girls -- but only whichever one of us was celebrating their birthday! I don't think this rule was there out of any real desire for gentlemanly conduct to be groomed into our characters -- not that our sisters didn't try, mind you. No, the real reason was simple: we were human garbage disposals, and we ate the rest of the food.

Those days of simplicity are long gone. Family dinners are thousands-of-miles affairs now, the kinds of things that take a long time to plan and supercede everything else on the schedule.

It used to be just the nine of us, back when Lisa and Mon and Mary all had braids, Leonard was short, John Boy had hair, and Steph and Malia weren't big enough to live with the five big kids in the one room. Did we really have five of us in there, wherever "there" was? Goodness. That was a long, long, long time ago. Back then, the older Aunties and Uncles on Mom's side seemed a lot taller -- their pants didn't go up so far past their belly-buttons, either -- and Dad and Mom would introduce us to them by lining us up and saying, "Dis numbah one, dis numbah two..." Aaahhh, those were the days!

We still tell old stories over and over and over again, and the old jokes never really do get old. I mean, who can Twilight Zone/Jeopardy game...Leonard's repeated renditions of Home on the Range...Mon's repeat of Kindergarten...Mary's tooth in the racquetball court...Stephanie falling asleep "on time" during dinner...Dad sitting down in front of one of us and moving his shoulders...Lisa's infamous retreats from her battles with the cockroaches...Malia learning to swim and saying, "I swim!"...or the countless times Mom has said "clowset"?

Dinners together are a much rarer occasion these days. They're much larger, too. Counting the five significant others, two nieces and six nephews, not to mention Lisa and Jeff's three foster kids, we're easily over twenty bodies stuffed into whatever house we're eating at. It's a chaotic mass of bodies, all eating and talking and laughing, with a more than occasional fit of yelling or crying thrown in there. My nephews will scurry by, and all I see is an unidentified head of black hair bobbing up and down in a toddleresque bobble. Kayla or Kyle will complain, "It's not my turn to do the dishes!" Makana will run away from her Uncle Johnny, exclaiming all the while, "Daddy! Mommy!"

Yes, the chaos is almost overbearing to someone who craves quiet and solitude just as much as he craves the surf. You know what, though? I'll take it...we'll all take it. We'd rather be driving each other nuts when we're together than be sad when we're apart.

And believe me, right now, we're pretty stinkin' sad.

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Ben: "I thought of a new nickname for you: Lefingerfinger! You know, instead of Letoetoe...finger finger!"

Me: "Shutup. Turn around and do your work."

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I wonder if they have this one in Hawaiian Time?

Yeah, and you thought I had a long list of quotes...

One of these days, I'll read this to the Fullerton kids.

Is it bad that I actually read stuff like this? And like it?

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That was a long, long, long sermon...but it didn't feel long. Yup, we'll definitely have to work on 'em, Mon. Alrighty, Mr. Youknow, I'm going to hold you to that. Pancakes...definitely in need of pancakes. I haven't seen much from behind the lens lately; I'm beginning to wonder why. Sulawesi, Kenya...what's next for tonight's roasting menu. "Maybe Tuesday." I don't care what they say, I'm still not convinced that those Limantis are really brothers. Yup, I am the 70's. The Grape Leaf? Excellent. Once upon a time, I succeeded in getting Simon to tell his mommy that they should call his younger brother Olive, which would be short for Oliver. This time around, I'm trying for something that pushes the envelope, even for me: getting Frank Jackson Hedrick's daddy not to smush me when I call his son Frank N. Stein Jackson Hedrick. That Skeletool looks really cool...try not to drool. My flick was terrible today. I miss Jim Winn...and I keep missing Jim Winn's phone calls. I think it's absolutely hilarious that my sister's daughter is just like her.

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Pouty Power

D.A. Thorpe is hereby publicly served notice that I, J.S. Letoto, am officially pouting. I pout with my tongue firmly in my cheek and a most unserious prayer for the demise of his ear hair spouting from my pouting lips. I'm pouting in an ultimate fashion, in case you're not catching my flick, sir. One S.D. O'Neal would probably pout, too, save that he's a better man than I. So there.


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John 17:25, 26
"O righteous Father, although the world has not known You, yet I have known You; and these have known that You sent me; and I have made Your name known to them, and will make it known, so that the love with which You loved Me may be in them, and I in them."

Hebrews 3:12, 13
Take care, brethren, that there not be in any one of you an evil, unbelieving heart that falls away from the living God. But encourage one another day after day, as long as it is still called "Today," so that none of you will be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.

Two passages like these meet me in my heart today. I read the words of Jesus' prayer recorded in John 17, and I'm struck by how plainly Jesus speaks of things so profound and impossible to fully understand. Jesus was shocking like that: He spoke truths plainly and simply, truths to confound the wise and heal the broken.

I find that I often want to understand God more than believe be perfect rather than forgiven. Jesus speaks of understanding and knowing Him, but that understanding and knowledge is to lead us to believe be loved by Him. Pray with me that we'd all learn to be loved by Him.

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Transmission: Not So Secret

Dee Ar: This evening, the Compensation drove me even more deeply into your debt once again. 'Tis a gift that keeps on giving, kind sir!

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Kaka'ako Fun

I can remember going to Kaka'ako to listen to the waves crash on the boulders below while the sun went down or the moon rose over the Ko'olau mountains. I think Makana was having fun there, too.

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