
This is too cool.
And compare it to this.
Pretty interesting, considering all the moves towards a non-heirarchical world... linux, blogs, networks, etc...

Following dinner, we went to the Vagina Monologues. This is a good piece of art that is both hilarious and disturbing... entertaining and informative. Not necessarily for the faint of heart, but something I would recommend to you perhaps...
I feel like the time is close at hand when I will find this to be overwhelmingly true for myself. That I must be off from this place called home for the last year and a half. And perhaps it's selfishness. Perhaps it's a feeling of loss... or of failure... or of something like that. And perhaps it is me running, but it doesn't make it any less real. And it doesn't make it feel any less necessary.
In other news, I am thinking of getting a new tattoo. I have one now on an ankle that says 'broken' on it, reminding me of my own brokenness as I walk through this world. But I would like to put some yin in to balance out the yang. I want to get a tattoo on my other ankle that says Shalom in Hebrew. That's what the pic is of if you haven't made the connection yet.
So, I have been thinking over the last few weeks just how pompous and arrogant and 'all-together' I think I might come off. Railing against Wal-Marts and Bush and selfish lives and yada, yada, yada.
'People view church success as a stable ministry, with a growing number of people attending the services. I've revamped my idea of what success looks like now,' said Sharp. 'I see success as people sacrificing more than they had, people giving more away. I see success as people connecting to nonchurch people and showing their faith and telling the story of God in their own words. My goal isn't to grow the service, but to get people to go out and do the things we speak about at church.'
So, I decided to give up certain stimulants this year for lent. That primarily means coffee, but would extend to cocoa (in chocolate) and cloves, and whatever else I can thrown in from time to time.
I just saw Hotel Rwanda this evening by myself. I just got home and nearly busted into tears when Holly asked how the movie was. I didn't want to talk about it. Not while she was watching The Grammys. Not now. I mean, nothing against my wife; she will be the first person I probably talk to, but not right now. Somehow writing it here seems less contexed... like I am speaking into a vacuum.
As I saw the meek being herded off to the slaughter, I wondered how Jesus could have had the audacity to say, "Blessed are the meek." And as the peacemakers were given no authority, I wondered how he could have said, "Blessed are the peacemakers." I wonder how I can carry the hope of the Kingdom of God, that good will triumph, that everything will be put in its rightful place... when I see this kind of thing.
That's what I am afraid of doing. Going back to my daily life. Please God, here I am, send me. What can I do? Where should I go? Who am I to be?
Holly and I just signed up. It is a way to support local farmers/growers. It is also a way to eat locally grown, organic produce and such. It might be worth your time to check out what your local CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) is up to. It's not too expensive and is delivered on a weekly basis (or bi-weekly if that's your preference). Here is one directory.
So this morning I went for a jog. For those of you who know me well, you know that is very out-of-rhythm for me. I don't really like jogging/running beyond walking or hiking (and I do love hiking). But this morning I figured I would try an experiment. It was to insert or even exchange one habit for another, jogging instead of sitting in my daily morning routine.
