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I used to think that I could not go on, and life was nothing but an awful song. But now I know the meaning of true love. I'm leaning on the everlasting arms.
If I can see it, then I can do it. If I just believe it, there's nothing to it.
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day. Spread my wings and fly away. I believe I can soar. I see me running through that open door. I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly.
See I was on the verge of breaking down. Sometimes silence can seem so loud. There are miracles in life I must achieve. But first I know it starts inside of me, oh. -
I've found that the best way to bring this up without upsetting the person is to approach it as if you're seeking their advice on an issue. For instance, you should ask the person you think is being selfish what they would do if they were sure someone was being selfish but that person thought it was God's will.
Then while your selfish friend is answering your question you can subtly point out that...wait a second, is this about me?
Oh gosh, see how I did that there? that's hilarious.
Seriously though, all you can do is tell them how you feel. What they choose to do with that is up to them. Remember though, one of the marks of a true friend is that they love you even when you're blowing it. So even if your friend rejects your opinion, don't walk away or abandon them. Share your concern and stand beside them regardless of how they receive it.
Does that make sense, Shannon? Do you see now, why it's wrong of you to make me sleep on the couch? -
I start my day with Bikram Yoga, eat a handful of Slim Jim Meat Snacks for Breakfast, and then I fill out sweepstakes applications until lunch.
For lunch I draw mazes on graph paper, and then try to solve them in under 2 minutes.
In the afternoons, I do some pre-marital counseling, and/or tonfa sparring until around 4pm and then I watch videos on YouTube (research for ministry) until dinner. Sometimes I break this routine up by listening to and memorizing Rick Warren sermon illustrations verbatim.
Dinner is spent with my family, talking about our day, sharing our hearts with one another, laughing together, and sorting through sweepstakes rejection letters.
After dinner, I fast in quiet meditative contemplation while watching my shows on TV. I do some ribbon dancing for my wife (as a thank you for all she does during the day) and then we go to sleep. -
I see social media as a way to stay connected with more people than I could possibly hope to connect with individually. I try to use these outlets as an honest expression of who God's made me, what I'm doing, and what a life informed by faith looks like. Occasionally I have the opportunity to encourage, provoke different thinking, or teach something as well, and those moments are rad. I don't take a lot of pride in my online presence, it's just an unfiltered extension of who I am in person.
As for narcissism, I definitely have my moments, but I don't see them typically tied to social media. Most of the time my narcissism has more to do with the presence of full length mirrors. -
I had to wikipedia the word "Torso" just to get a scientific sense of the region we're discussing. Now that I've taken in a couple very enlightening diagrams I think it's safe to say, that if you can figure out a way to give God a "Torso Hickey" without dying, He's ok with it.
That said, I must admit that I don't understand the value of a hickey (torso or otherwise). It seems like the sort of thing that happens when someone is kissing you and gets distracted thinking about sandwiches or politics. Honestly, if your significant other can't even stay focused long enough to finish a kiss, he or she's probably not that into you.
Two last things. First, "Torso Hickey" might be a good band name/psuedonym/Mexican luchador alias. Second, gross. When you turn 14 you're going to be totally embarrassed you asked me this question. -
I've found that the best way to stave away a sloth, is with a kerosene torch. If this fails, curl into a fetal position while covering your ears with your hands. The human ear is considered a delicacy to the sloth.
As for discontent, I think that a sense of personal discontent is actually a pretty decent indicator of spiritual health and a catalyst for spiritual growth. The person who is totally satisfied with themselves morally has no motivation for further transformation and has ceased to see God clearly. Theologically, we understand that the believer in Christ has imputed righteousness because of God's grace, but that grace in turn will be a motivator for righteous behavior. The discrepancy you're feeling is rooted in the difference between being discontent with my actions or character and being discontent with my design or situation.
There's no doubt that we must learn to be content in every situation because of confidence in God's power, plan, and unswerving love for us. This confidence should also be a source of contentment in how we are made. But it is totally possible to be content with God's purposes and discontent with my own growth simultaneously.
Also, it's very hard to be content with your personal appearance after a sloth has eaten your ears. Guard them well. -
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I also consider pac-man's consumption of pac-dots to be gluttony, Mario's obsession with Princess Peach to be lust, and Zelda's tireless collection of rupees to be motivated by greed. -
You mean, like a job washing hybrid cars in Bakersfield? Probably not.
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Is "A New Kind of Christian" by Brian McClaren, Fiction or Non-Fiction? Just kidding.
It's "The Shack." Wait, that's Non-Fiction, right? Teasing again.
Seriously, it's the "The Davinci Code." That book is SO fake. -
As of this writing, an unopened copy of Everybodyduck's, Out of the Overflow (in the letterpressed cardboard sleeve) can be given away for free on eBay only if it's accompanied by a $20 bill, or a stack of Supertones CDs.
After my death, you could probably sell it to my mom for around $3, but only if you catch her within several hours of my passing. After the funeral, she'd probably be expecting the cash or ska as well.
If I were involved in a fiery accident, the value of the cd would probably not increase, but my scientific theories about increased flammability in humans with considerable amounts of body fat would have been proven, making my scientific journals worth tens of dollars. Those formulas are handwritten on the inside liner notes of all my Supertones cds. -
I think Damien Jurado can write great songs (I Break Chairs, for example). Unfortunately, I don't think he put any on this Saint Bartlett. I listened repeatedly, waiting for the songs to stick to my ribs and they just never did.
Bummer. -
Why wouldn't God be okay with an inter-racial rap group from the 80's? (although I think it's spelled 3rd Bass).
Obviously, He wouldn't be a fan of their scathing attacks of the Beastie Boys or Vanilla Ice, but as those attacks weren't entirely unprovoked He might make an exception. -
John Squire, because his art makes me feel.
I also like the guy who paints himself silver and pretends to be a robot for the same reason. I think his name is Jerrybot? -
Well, for starters I know for a fact that she didn't make this song. I kid I went to third grade with made it up in 1983 (although at the time it had more to do with France and nudity. Apparently Ke$ha changed it to improve international relations.)
Secondly, I think your description of her "singing" is incredibly generous. I typically think of singing as something that's done through the mouth, whereas what Ke$ha is doing sounds more like it's coming out of her nose (or more precisely out her nose, into a vocoder, and then into a tape deck).
Lastly, I do not believe that you've actually had a debate about any of this. You suggest that "some" think she's singing about inner qualities, but others (you) think otherwise. Sounds to me like you might be arguing with yourself and pretending like you've been having actual human interaction with others. That's just sad.
Almost as sad as Ke$ha's parents. -
Well, I appreciate the offer, but I'm already married.
But if I were you, I'd be asking myself about the purpose of man, and the purpose of sex. Does this sex you're describing (in a "meaningful, committed" relationship) glorify God? Because that's supposed to be the goal.
The Bible prohibits sexual immorality, because the union of man and woman is meant to be a type of Christ and the church. When you unite yourself to multiple partners you destroy the type, and therefore nullify the purpose.
I suppose that if this person were truly your only partner, and you were committed to that person alone for life, but simply hadn't been through a traditional wedding ceremony, you might have a debatable position. When most people think of marriage they're thinking about the social event, not the internal commitment. I think God's talking about the internal commitment. Still, your question isn't really about the nature or establishment of marriage, it's about why you can't have sex.
Lastly, I'd say if you're in a "committed, meaningful" relationship...why can't you just wait until marriage? Do you lack self control, or discipline? Does your desire for physical pleasure and intimacy cause you to lose control of yourself? Those are whole other issues in themselves. -
Sorry, I've been writing about new records on Twitter, but forgot to do a big list. My list of new album purchases for May-Today is up now at www.mcwatterblogged.com
I'll try to stay on it in the future.
And thanks for being polite. -
You're suggesting that if Ringo and McCartney had a baby with Ke$ha that it would be born as an existing artist we all know? How could that happen? Is it still a baby, or would it be born full grown, like, ready to perform? Would Ke$ha survive that? Is it a new version of the artist, and if so where did the original version go? If not and this artist somehow got in Ke$ha's tummy full grown, were McCartney and Starr even necessary?
For that matter, why do the Beatles want to hook up with her? and why in the world haven't Ke$ha's handlers got her on birth control? Have they heard her songs?
Your question seems poorly thought out. Perhaps you meant something more along the lines of "what musical artist would it be like?" which wouldn't require the actual presence of the artist at the time of birth. If this is what you meant, I'd have to say the baby would be like John Stamos.
But, given the unscientific, nonsensical nature of the question, I think the answer you're looking for is pan flute microwave baby. -
Grandma! I'm impressed that you figured out how to use your lectrik 'puter to get on the World Wide Web!
TV is short for Television. Here's a helpful link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television
By the way Grandma, you can play foursquare if you want. Lots of things that waste your time are still worth doing. Take rewinding your VHS tapes for instance.
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