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A hermitudinal view of...stuff...


Nomenclaturally Speaking

Jeesh wants to know: is it Dexican or Mutch? We can cast lots to decide. Or maybe we don't have to be so biblical. We'll just vote when we get up there.

posted by Bolo | 12:25 PM
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Guat You Want?

For the record, I think this is freakin' hilarious.

posted by Bolo | 7:22 AM
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Chicago: Ride Up

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Tripping Out

I realized something very, very scary today: my mother, who now lives in Arizona with Mon and Dave, will be moving to Alabama with Mon and Dave very shortly, which means that she'll likely be coming up here to visit before too much longer.

The 'Ville will never be the same.

posted by Bolo | 5:34 PM
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Don't Tell Me That

The following comes from the archives of statements that could be labeled, Things you kind of don't want to hear from a Boyce College student...but will still laugh at:

"Have you ever seen Dr. Orrick's truck? I think his truck would be pretty easy to hot-wire."

posted by Bolo | 2:41 PM
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Roasting Review

Six different beans, roasts ranging from City+ to Full City+, and four different regions of origin,
all of which account for the seven different roasts last night.

posted by Bolo | 8:23 AM
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Sanctifying Sanka?

The following conversation is bound to take place when one of your former worship leaders and fellow care-group member at Immanuel moves with his family to Toronto and tries to throw not-so-subtle hints that he would greatly appreciate coffee sent from his Hawaiian buddy:

Nathan: I asked the Lord that I might grow in faith and hope and every grace...but alas, He called me to trust Him in the midst of cheap coffee from a red tin.
Me: Easy, Newton.
Nathan: My bones are wasting away.
Me: Aaahh, Fullerton, I miss thee!

posted by Bolo | 8:28 PM
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Green Bean Brown Bean: A List

The list of coffees has been relatively set for a while now. I'm still not entirely sure how everything is going to flow with this being the first time I'm doing something on this scale, but I'm presuming that a simple and straightforward format will help everyone -- myself included -- get into the spirit of things. With that said, I'm going to be offering up a few coffees I'm very familiar with as well as a couple that may not go in line with the types of coffees I tend to enjoy. A combination of this sort will help me to feel a little bit more confident in identifying and understanding the different nuances some people are pulling out of the coffees I know well, but will also aid in providing a more balanced array of coffees for those whose coffee palates differ significantly from mine.

For the record, African, Central American, and Indonesian coffees will all be offered. That's as much as I'll say at this point.

posted by Bolo | 5:15 PM
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25: 20

I've noticed over the years that I've become notorious for many different things: mooching food; eating constantly; a love for coffee; being ridiculously tanned; being ridiculously pale; bodily functionality; an extensive wardrobe; constant tardiness; and a tendency to not call my mother often enough. With this last one, I submit to you that I have, over the past year, called my mother, on average, at least once a month. I think.

posted by Bolo | 9:03 AM
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Chicago: Kenny

Kenny does his thing in the latte art competition. He represented Sunergos and the 'Ville very well, I thought.

posted by Bolo | 5:16 PM
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Thoughts: Godward

It's not that I don't believe that God could love me; it's that I have a really hard time believing that He does. For that matter, it's not just that I have a hard time believing that He does love me, it's that I have I have a hard time believing that He loves me in the manner and to the degree He says He does in His Word, with His Word.

posted by Bolo | 12:45 PM
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It's morning already. My first mad roasting session in preparation for Saturday's shindig went down last night. After having roasted six different batches, I feel a certain tension. Was I happy with the roasts? Yes, to some degree, yet I can't say I'm satisfied with them. I find that that happens more and more often these days; the more I learn, the more I realize I want to do better. Hmmm.

posted by Bolo | 8:09 AM
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Chicago: The Cast

posted by Bolo | 10:21 PM
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Chicago Coffee: Five-Berry Brew

PT's. The first time I had heard of them was reading Roast Magazine's praise of them when PT's was selected as the publication's Macro Roaster of the Year. Saturday, while at Coffee Fest, I had my first in-person exposure to their coffee goodness. Fred Polzin and Jeff Taylor, co-founders and owners of PT's, were present at the booth when we made our way over to sample their goods. Let me say this: they did not disappoint in the least. In fact, the Ethiopia Sidamo Special Prep is still haunting my senses! I asked Jeff if he had taken five different berries and squeezed it through the pourover filters they had set up at the booth.

I don't think he realized I was only sort of joking.

Jeff said that just about all of their roasts are light to medium, and only rarely do they go darker. Music to my ears, I tell you, music to my ears.

posted by Bolo | 5:13 PM
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Cup of the Morning

Three words: Idido Misty Valley. Some of my readership here will already have commenced drooling by the time they finish reading those words. Others may not have made it past there but were instead whisked away to a fond land of dreams and wistful remembrance. For those more coherent yet less familiar with this brew, know that when taken to a Full City roast and brewed in a press, it caresses the senses with layers of dark chocolate over hints of cherries and strawberries. Other fruits emerge and dance as the cup cools, making this an ever-evolving exercise of the senses.

posted by Bolo | 9:26 AM
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25: 19

I was born with one eye being dark brown and the other being light brown. My parents were a little wigged out by that, but didn't really mind. My siblings, however, used that as evidence when they told me that I was adopted. They were playing, of course, but I didn't know any better. It wasn't until I was six that my eyes sort of evened out and people stopped staring at me with funny looks. The first days of school were a little strange back then, and I do remember them vividly. Okay, okay, just eyes have never been funky like that. But you bought it, didn't you?

posted by Bolo | 8:07 AM
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Chicago Coffee: A New Friend

Kenny and Kane were gracious enough to invite me to come along for their little latte art competition in Chicago, and I, being the coffee geek that I am, was more than happy to take them up on their offer. A small entourage of those of us from the 'Ville took in the sites and sounds of the Windy City this past weekend, but I think it safe to say that Kenny, Kane and I were far more appreciative of -- and geeked-out by -- the coffee aspects of our little jaunt north. Over the next several days, I'll share a few of my thoughts about our coffee experience, starting with this post.

When we visited Intelligentsia on Sunday, our last day there, Kenny and I were able to meet and talk with Intelligentsia's Charles Babinski, who turned out to be the Director of Coffee for their Millennium Park location. While at the counter, he asked us if we were in the city for Coffee Fest, and we told him that we were, and that Kenny had competed in Millrock's latte art competition. Later, he came around to our table to chat with us and ask us what we thought of the coffees we had been drinking. That led to a very honest, insightful and enjoyable conversation. I told Charles that I was a little underwhelmed by the Ethiopia Yirgacheffe Kurimi I was sipping down, and that I'd had it the day before at their booth at Coffee Fest and had concluded much the same. Without going into too much detail here, the sentiments I relayed to him were that the Kurimi seemed a little muted for a Yirg, and that it didn't pop out with the lemons and florals I had been expecting. It wasn't a bad cup at all, just not what I would have looked for, and therefore would have thought it more of a Central American coffee if I'd sipped it blindly. Charles told us that the latest lot they've gotten of this coffee seemed somewhat different, and that some of the cup characteristics present in the earlier batches weren't really there. I told Kenny later on that that made me feel better, as I definitely didn't want to be rude, but I also wanted to be forthright and honest. I think, however, that our conversation was quite wonderful and educational. The bottom line? Kenny and I had a great conversation with a very knowledgeable and passionate coffee connoisseur, and I hope that he enjoyed his interaction with us as much as we enjoyed our interaction with him. Much thanks to Charles and Intelligentsia!

posted by Bolo | 12:26 PM
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*Yawn*...more later...

posted by Bolo | 11:05 PM
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Stephen David

My little nephew :)

posted by Bolo | 7:05 PM
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So...we're in the Apple Store here on Michigan Avenue while waiting for Kenny. It's cold outside. More later.

posted by Bolo | 7:02 PM
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Thoughts: Godward

The path to gospel joy is one I try to make into a shortcut. I was telling Scott yesterday that humility is what I need to walk that path, because it's one thing to desire gospel joy, another thing to know what God requires of us in gospel joy, and another thing entirely to actually walk in such a way as to rejoice in the gospel. Why? Often, the Christian life requires putting sin to death, and this, in and of itself, requires humbling oneself, or as the Puritans said, "humiliation." This word makes me shudder, and it should; humiliation is painful, for it involves the loving discipline of the Father, and such discipline is not pleasant, yet it does yield the peaceful fruit of righteousness in time -- at least, that's what the author of Hebrews says. There's no shortcut when it comes to humiliation, is there?

posted by Bolo | 7:50 AM
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"I'm worse than an egalitarian, you know...

...I don't want to be your equal...

...because I am your superior."

-Katie Faye Vaughn

posted by Bolo | 10:25 PM
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Say, "Uncle"

I have a new nephew! Apparently, little Stephen David Merrifield is about a month old...and he weighs 4 lbs...and he looks like a mini-Koen...which makes him a mini-mini-me, I suppose :)

posted by Bolo | 6:31 PM
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The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before Thy throne
But faith can answer Thy demands
By pleading what my Lord has done

As I listened to the Caedmon's version of this old Isaac Watts hymn tonight, I was brought up a bit short by this verse, thinking, "Okay, fine, I understand that I can't bring my best obedience before God, as only Christ can please Him, but what of my worst obedience? What about the worst manifestations of my indwelling sin? What about that?"

The other night, after the members' meeting, a bunch of us sat around and talked like guys talk when guys are gathered around the most primal of all guy things: fire. One of the things that came up in conversation was the ways we, as believers, can feel as though we've become utterly lost in the pits of despair. We spoke of how sin can be crippling to the soul, and how it can absolutely batter and crush the child of God to the point of seeming no return.

Derek Webb's voice keeps coming on since the song is on repeat. He sings about the cross, about the boast that was once his -- and mine -- and the death of our glory at the cross. As he sings these things, I freely but hesitatingly admit that these truths that once seemed so near, so real, are much further off than I'd like them to be. I know what it's like to feel crippled, and I know without a doubt what it's like to feel the despair of having tasted of the goodness of Christ's lavish feast only to feel unwelcome and forsaken.

posted by Bolo | 1:18 AM
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25: 18

Speaking of favorites, I like hamachi. Well, love hamachi. Don't you dare let it touch heat, either. That's just vile and vulgar. I've gotten free sashimi just from my groans of hamachi-eating-pleasure at the sushi bar. Like 'Drew says, "Your mouth will be broken."

posted by Bolo | 11:19 PM
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Day of Coffee

This morning, we enjoyed a Kenya Rukira AB roasted to a light City roast. The "AB" designation doesn't refer to bean quality but to bean size, which merely means that this lot is slightly smaller than the "AA" lots. Follow? Good. This particular batch was sweet and slightly tart, but with hints of dried fruit. The body wasn't particularly heavy, which was to be expected. The afternoon brew was a slightly darker roast of the ever-wonderful Ethiopia Idido Misty Valley, the likes of which has reminded me of cherries covered in chocolate...dark chocolate. The dry-aroma from a Full City roast with this bean is, to be blunt, ridiculously amazing. The taste in the mouth? Not disappointing in the least...

...except when you take the last sip. That always sucks.

posted by Bolo | 10:44 PM
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25: 17

One of my favorite foods ever is a coco puff...and I'm not talking about cereal. About twelve of 'em, really. Who the heck eats just one?

posted by Bolo | 10:34 PM
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25: 16

I have some of the craziest sleeping habits of anyone I know, even though they've chilled out quite a bit recently. At one point several years ago, I had worked a couple of eighty-hour weeks in a row. Scott looked at me one night and told me, "Dude, you look tired." I told him I felt like it. He responded, "No, you don't understand. You could stay up for three weeks straight and you still wouldn't look this tired." I guess I was kinda zonked.

posted by Bolo | 11:20 PM
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Eat Mor Chikin

Talk about ridiculous. I paid exactly $3.50 for my last two lunches, the combination of which totaled 13 chicken strips, 4 medium waffle fries, 1 large waffle fries, a Dr. Pepper, and a cup of water, all from Chik-Fil-A. The Lord giveth, indeed...

posted by Bolo | 3:06 PM
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Old Made Fresh

Last night, we sat around the fire and smoked a bit. As conversation shifted, Moisan mentioned how he'd just finished reading through the bible, and after we talked about how reading through certain parts of the Old Testament can be pretty rough, Rev mentioned how Daniel is preaching through the Old Testament this year. That brought to mind one of the most convicting and encouraging message I could ever commend for diving into that large body of writing: Ligon Duncan's T4G '06 session on preaching through the Old Testament.

I told the guys about how Dr. Duncan went through various passages of Scripture, demonstrating his points and showing the many ways the Old Testament could and needs to be preached in our congregations. I shared my favorite part of that message where Dr. Duncan reads from the list of David's Mighty Men from 2 Samuel. I've already written about it a while back, so I won't detail it here, but I will say that as I read through my thoughts on it again this morning, I felt conviction anew, and was immensely glad for it.

I also told the guys that they needed to go and listen to that message, which can be found here. There's a sermon that Dr. Duncan mentions while teaching us about that passage in 2 Samuel, one by Ed Clowney. That sermon can be found here.

posted by Bolo | 11:10 AM
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I'm Done

Oh boy...what a night...

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I used to catch the Bus to and from school. Usually, I read or slept while riding home, and it's still a small miracle to me that I can still count on one hand the number of times I missed my stop entirely. Of course, it's also been a long time since I rode the Bus, so that may have something to do with it.

posted by Bolo | 8:40 AM
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Shots in the Mouth

At the 'Gos on my lunch hour, and Kane pulled two stellar single-origin shots from a wet-processed Koratie that he roasted just yesterday. Too little rest? Perhaps, but the shots didn't suffer for it! They were full-bodied, almost creamy, with loads of chocolate and fruit, coating my tongue with an intense citrus rind flavor right at the end. Wow!

posted by Bolo | 1:39 PM
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Morning After

We dodged another power-outage last night. Since September, the 'Ville has been subject to widespread power-outages three times: twice from high and unrelenting winds, and once from ice and snow. Despite the fact that my little house/apartment on Oak Street was shaking and swaying just a little bit at one point, I managed to roast a couple of different batches without a hitch.

Opening my kitchen window overlooking Shelby Park this morning, I noted that the crisp, cool air that hit me was not moving in a violent, hurried manner. No, the air was the quiet sort, almost mellow and happy, if you believe it, promising a little more warmth in just a little while.

posted by Bolo | 8:22 AM
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25: 14

The tattoo on my leg has been there since May of '99. The elvish lettering on my arm was inked in August of that same year. I still find it amusing that a lot of my friends here have no idea that those have been in my skin for almost a decade now.

posted by Bolo | 5:25 PM
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Green Bean Brown Bean: An Event

On the 28th of February, there's gonna be a little coffee roasting and tasting seminar/party/class/shindig at the Vie. I'm thinking that it's going to be a blast, but I'm more than a little anxious about it, since I'm supposedly going to be the dude who stands there in front of everyone and talks. My goal is that everyone will not only listen and taste and learn about the coffee journey from seed to senses, but that they'll walk away appreciating it and wanting more.

Over the next couple of weeks, as the time approaches, I'll put some thoughts up here concerning this little coffee cohort, perhaps just to think out loud, but maybe to toss ideas out and about to see what folks are thinking and wanting to learn. We'll see.

posted by Bolo | 10:45 AM
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25: 13

My favorite book in the bible is probably Hosea.

posted by Bolo | 1:39 AM
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1 John 3:1 - 3
See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are. For this reason the world does not know us, because it did not know Him. Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not yet appeared as yet what we will be. We know that when He appears, we will be like Him, because we will see Him just as He is. And everyone who has this hope fixed on him purifies himself, just as He is pure.

posted by Bolo | 8:37 PM
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Cup of the Afternoon

In the mug is a last-of-the-batches blend of half dry-processed Guatemala Oriente roasted just into the second crack using a slow-ramping profile, and half Ethiopia Kochere District, which was itself a post-roast blend of two batches, one slightly darker than the other. The Oriente gives this a deep, boomy sort of depth with dark chocolate, anise, a hint of tobacco, and a touch of blueberry. The Kochere offers lime and light, syrupy fruit notes. The combination is astounding! Not a whole lot of body to this cup, but in all honesty, I like it just the way it is; it's perfect.

posted by Bolo | 3:38 PM
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Yes, I wear cuff links, but only because french cuffs require cuff links and to not wear them would be ridiculous of me, not unlike wearing shoes without the laces. There was a card table under that top? Sara Kandt is Scrabble-nerd enough to have watched Scrabble tournaments via satellite TV. One of these days, Ashlea will finish that invitation...maybe. Every so often, when I think something is a crappy job, I immediately hear James McCray's voice, and I smile. Dang, last night was about as close to perfect as it gets: good food, good smoke, good beer, great weather, stellar company, and a little Hold 'Em. Shelby Park was a great spot to throw the disc yesterday. Black Sun! For the record, "Hanging out with Beans" doesn't mean I'm eating chili or any other food containing beans, it means exactly what it says: I'm hanging out with Beans. I'll take sixty-degree weather every day of the week here in the 'Ville. I dig the shots of those three from October; they look quite nice in that little book. Time with the old-haired one last week was like the proverbial water to a thirsty man. Chicago in a week and a half, Texas in about a month, Atlanta a month after I just need to make like a young man and go West. So he didn't win a Grammy; they're still members at Immanuel, and that's still pretty awesome. This Kebado is delicious! If he's a super-ugly version of Moisan, is there a super-pretty version? In one of my more ridiculous moments, I told Dominic I would make a shirt for the party that said, "Toto and Flame: Too Much Hotness!" Miss Sailor's four-letter slip-up at the reception shall remain amusing for a very, very, very long time.

posted by Bolo | 12:42 PM
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25: 12

The number of suits I own is greater than the number of pairs of shoes many guys own. A lot of girls, too, for that matter. But that doesn't make me man-pretty!

posted by Bolo | 11:04 PM
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The Somethings and Whatshisnames

In one of my dreams last night, I was talking to someone about Dr. Tom Nettles. Don't know why we were talking about him, we just were. The only thing was, in my dream, I couldn't remember his last name, so I kept referring to him as "Dr. Tom Something." Well, the other person seemed a little clueless as to precisely which SBTS professor I was talking about, and since I could not remember Dr. Tom Something's last name, I explained to this person, "Well, his son's family goes to Immanuel. I know his son's name is Robert, and Robert's wife is Lori, and they named their son Beren, which is freakin' cool. So Dr. Tom Something has a grandson named Beren Something." And this is where it gets awkward. Not like this isn't awkward for you as it is, reading about my wigged-out dream. Anyway. The person with whom I am speaking -- I'll refer to him as Dude from here on out -- says to me, "Oh, I know them...that's Dr. Whatshisname's family!" You see, they were convinced that Robert and Lori and Beren and Violet, Beren's sister, had the last name of Whatshisname, not Something. Follow? So I told Dude, "No way, they're Somethings! I'll prove it to you." And in my hands instantly appears a copy of the latest SBTS directory. We look up Dr. Whatshisname in the directory under Whatshisname, and lo and behold, some old guy I don't recognize is being proclaimed as Dr. Whatshisname, right there under the listings for the Whatshisnames, as well as Robert under Robert Whatshisname. Dang.

At this point in my dream, I came to the only logical conclusion possible, which you may have, too, if you've managed to follow: someone had placed a magic spell over Dr. Something, making everyone forget Dr. Something and rewriting history so that Dr. Something seemingly never existed, even going so far as to reroute Dr. Whatshisname's familial ties to Robert, thus making almost everyone, Dude included, believe that Dr. Something -- who really is Dr. Nettles, of course -- never really existed. Except for me, quite naturally, since I remembered that Dr. Nettles really existed, even if I could only remember him as Dr. Something.

Isn't that something?

posted by Bolo | 12:46 PM
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Ryan has been preaching through Galatians for the past several months. Today, he hit Galatians 3:15 - 18. Now, I know that a small percentage of the links I put up on here are actually clicked on. I count on that, and that's fine. In this, I'm going to go beyond merely putting up the link. I think I'll push beyond asking you to click. Forget urging, even. Let me put it this way: if you're a believer, and you're wanting to see Jesus and savor Him more, know that as I stood there, listening to God's Word being preached, this cold and discouraged heart of mine was inflamed with the joy of knowing that I, a struggling and wayward sinner, was counted and seen and rejoiced over as a victorious and faithful son no less than the victorious and faithful Son Himself.

Listen. Please, listen.

posted by Bolo | 11:13 PM
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25: 11

My favorite color is green. The color I wear most often? Blue.

posted by Bolo | 5:59 PM
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25: 10

When I was little, I used to say I had a guardian Angel. No big deal, right? I mean, every good little boy had one, right? Well, mine was named Herbie. Yup. Seriously, ask my mom. I think I scared him off a while back, though. Not sure if he'd be willing to come back around these days...hmmm...maybe he likes coffee...

posted by Bolo | 10:28 PM
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Wake Up!

The alarm clock showed 7:32 when I looked at it. It wasn't blaring, nor was it blinking, nor was it doing anything else that would indicate the need for me to be awake and giving it any sort of attention. The darn thing sometimes reminds me of a two year-old, one that wakes up prior to the sun's rising, faithfully telling me each morning, "Wake up, Uncle Johnny! It's time to wake up! Time to go to work! Hurry, Uncle Johnny!" Ugh. No, if anything, the hunk of black plastic and green LED numbering was eerily quiet, as was the rest of my apartment this Saturday morning in early February. Why, then, was I awake? Beats me, but waking up early to a silent alarm clock is like waking up early and seeing your two year-old niece or nephew standing there staring at you, and when you roll over in bed, open your eyes and see the little nerd, it mouths, "Good morning, Uncle Johnny!" to you.

Truth be told, I'm glad I've stumbled upon a few moments to sit and write. This time of day is perfect for that. There's ironing to do, suiting up to be done, and coffee to be brewed. But right now? Nothing that screams for my attention. So I sit, and I write.

Okay. I'm done. Off to go get ready for the day.

posted by Bolo | 8:02 AM
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25: 9

I'm a closet sports geek. Well, those of you who read this regularly know I really dig Notre Dame football, but I grew up following the San Francisco 49ers, the San Francisco Giants, and the University of Hawai'i baseball team. Lisa always bought me season tickets to the baseball games at Rainbow Stadium, back when my name was on the seat. Literally. Section J, Row 1, Seat 9. While I'm still peeved I never caught a foul ball, my lack of foul byproduct does nothing to discount my sports geekiness; I used to memorize the college football Top 25, follow players through the minor leagues, and read trivia books on players from decades long past. The fact that Derek Jeter is from Kalamazoo, MI, will likely be stuck in my head until I die, the Boston College game in '93 still makes me kinda cry, and I still remember being awed by seeing UCLA's Troy Glaus playing shortstop -- yes, he was a shortstop in college, kids -- against UH in Rainbow Stadium.

posted by Bolo | 9:46 PM
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Using the John

Late last November, Immanuel sent a team of five members -- two of which were pastors -- overseas to Indonesia to visit several IMB missionaries our church had sent there over the past couple of years. They were able to take part in a conference for these missionaries, as well as do a little sight-seeing and touristing.

While there, a few members of the team happened to find a great deal of amusement in the Indonesian restrooms. They, being the caring and serving sorts that they are, decided that such humor could not be kept to themselves, but rather, needed to be brought back and shared with the rest of the congregation.

Therefore, lest any of you, my dear readership, think of me being vulgar for posting these images, I would have all of you know that these were all shown -- via the overhead projector -- at our Wednesday night prayer meeting two nights ago. Pastors Jeff and Ben gleefully take responsibility. Nerds.

posted by Bolo | 6:40 PM
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Quotes: SWFWDA

Today, we're graced with wise sayings from the ever-sayable Single White Female Who Desires Anonymity (say that five times really quickly after sprinting for a hundred yards...I dare you). She tells us about all sorts of things, not least of which is how user-friendly her iPhone can be. Or not.

"Some compliments are obviously untrue, but that doesn't mean they aren't still given out of some form of kindness. I prefer to accept them regardless of the likelihood that they are true. It is never wise to prove a man wrong when he is trying to say something nice about you, however shaky his reasoning for doing so may be. I mean, I have been told I looked pretty when I knew full well that I looked like a train wreck...but nothing good would have come of trying to coax the guy in question into admitting that I actually did look like a train wreck. It was better for both of us for me to pretend I thought he meant it."

"Do you think I would need a helmet to go into Garden Ridge to buy Christmas lights?"

"If you shake it, it will find restaurants for you. It took me five minutes to learn that...turning it on/off silent took days. Go figure."

"My car is quite literally frozen to my driveway, and has been since Tuesday. At this point, I have given genuine consideration to all manner of idiotic things...including an extension cord and a hair dryer. Of course, the part where I'm left standing in a puddle holding an electrical device with a cord stopped me...but just barely. I'm hoping it will melt today. I am ready for my home incarceration to come to an end. If it doesn't melt today, the neighbors can get out their cameras... I will chisel, blow-dry, salt, scald, and scrape the thing loose through any means necessary."

"You do realize you can't actually watch me make an idiot of myself from several miles away, right? Who are you? Google Earth?"

posted by Bolo | 8:25 AM
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25: 8

Never took a senior portrait in high school. I think I avoided the mug shot for my sophomore and junior years, too.

posted by Bolo | 7:15 AM
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25: 7

When I was little, I used to think that the world didn't have color until the 70's or so. That's what growing up watching reruns of Leave it to Beaver and Happy Days did to me.

posted by Bolo | 9:46 PM
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In a Word


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Guess what arrived?

posted by Bolo | 12:26 PM
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I think I've taken less than a quarter gig of footage with my camera over the past month. Ugh. I need to shoot something.

posted by Bolo | 1:47 AM
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Good Intentions, Bad Intentions

If any one of my readership knows the significance of tomorrow, and why I'll be either ecstatic or gravely disappointed, I'll either be impressed or gravely disturbed. Go ahead...take a wild guess.

posted by Bolo | 10:35 PM
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25: 6

There's a picture that exists that depicts me wearing high-heels on my feet and toilet paper on my head. That's all I have to say about that.

posted by Bolo | 2:44 AM
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25: 5

I have a scar on my face, right next to one of my eyebrows. I always forget which side of my face it's on, even though it's been there for as long as I can remember. No, the scar did not come from my fight with the pavement. I lost to some piece of furniture for that one. The piece of furniture and I are no longer on speaking terms.

posted by Bolo | 11:42 AM
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Super Manic

It's Monday morning, and while I'm not a big fan of Mondays in general, I must say that last night's Bowl was pretty Super. Thanks again go to those crazy Carpenters for hosting a sweet party.

posted by Bolo | 7:28 AM
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The underside of my left forearm has a line where the pigmentation changes from super-dark to not-dark. It's more obvious when I'm at home and am sporting my normal color. It looks kinda freaky, to be honest with you.

posted by Bolo | 1:37 PM
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The roasting session for the evening? Three different African beans, but not one of them hailing from Kenya or Ethiopia. Yeah...I'm definitely branching out ;)

posted by Bolo | 1:29 AM
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