Monthly Archives: September 2004

It snowed today. SNOW!

It’s going to be a long winter, methinks.

Overheard on the Daily Show tonight:

Stewart (to reporter Ed Helms): What, you write your news reports the night before the actual event? What if real news breaks?

Helms: Jon, that’s what bloggers are for!

Heh. Plus, tonight’s bit about Bush being interviewed on Bill O’Reilly — priceless.

Oh, by the way — your computer screen is decidedly non-partisan. Go download some desktops or screensavers in celebration of Indecision 2004.

Don’t forget, tomorrow night (9pm EST) is the first Presidential Debate. Here’s hoping it won’t be as disappointing as I think it will be.

Ordered two new book victims offa today:

This one and this one — both of which were highly recommended. The one thing that stinks about living here are the customs I usually have to pay. I’ve had to pay for gifts from my sister, a teeshirt ordered, and will probably have to pay some fee for these books. Ugh.

Bonfire tonight with J, W, & LT. Now my hair smells like campfire — I love that.

Still have no real appetite, I’ll take advantage of that while I can.

I’m not feeling as sick, which means I won’t be able to use this excuse for non-thesis-writing much longer.

Speaking of which, I’m locking myself in this office for the next 2 hours to get some work done.

I got up long enough to go to a class this morning, sign for my student loan, and then drive back home. Now I’m back in bed, exhausted. No fun being sick. I’ll settle in for a bit of a nap, and will hopefully knock out some thesis work in the afternoon/evening. I’m supposed to be turning in a draft of my literature review on Friday — and there’s just not much there. It’s a bit daunting, trying to compress 2500+ years of rhetoric into a couple of pages … but I shall overcome.

In other news, it looks like someone from my old youth group back home has stumbled across my page (hi Alison!). Interesting. I wonder who else haunts these pages from my past lives? It sort of adds a whole other layer to what I say on here, when I think of what old friends, current students, past loves, and present enemies lurk around to read what I have to say.

It’s not that I have anything to hide, but the curious side of me would still like to know who you are. So — out yourselves, already! Or send me an email. I’m interested in knowing what you’re up to.

Q: My church is embarking on something called “40 Days of Purpose”. Can you explain what this is?

A: Sure! The popular “40 Days of Purpose”® discipleship effort originated with Saddleback Church® in Lake Forest, California. The program leads participants through forty daily studies to help them discover God’s will® for their lives. The 40® Days of Purpose® campaign is based on the popular book, The Purpose®-Driven Life® by Rick Warren®, pastor of Saddleback® Church®. That book, a sequel to Warren’s® earlier best-seller, The Purpose®-Driven® Church®, examines the gospel® message at its most fundamental level, bringing participants® closer to Jesus® and to their life’s purpose®. Indeed, Warren’s® entire line of Purpose®-Driven® products® are used globally, even by churches® not affiliated with Saddleback®.

Warren’s® website® puts it best: “The 40® Days® of Purpose® campaign helps Christians® new and old find their purpose® in life®, for the glory of God®.”

Enjoy your journey® through the 40® Days® of Purpose® campaign®!


The other day (after watching Garden State for the second time), I was walking downtown with a friend of mine.

I was relating to him why I liked this movie so much — how I could really relate to the protagonist’s angst when it came to defining himself and what his future holds in store. I was rambling on about how typical it is for people our age to feel so lost and confused whenever we look into our future. I think that part of my rantings were a personal lament in my endless search to “find myself” — and my doubts that it will ever happen.

Then the question came up of why this is such a common phenomenon for people our age — which was when he said something that really struck me.

The reason why some people no longer appear to be in that angsty/unsure/anxious state is not because they have discovered the ultimate position and destination in their life — it’s just that they have given up trying.

That sounds like such a simple statement, but I really think there’s some truth to it. Our world today is so wrapped up in having “the answers” that we’re often afraid to stay in the asking questions mode. I mean, haven’t you wished to have the formula or solution to all problems in your life?

Which brings me back to where I am, now. So much ahead of me is uncertain. I’ve got all sorts of questions about my destiny, along with many fears. But instead of lamenting the fact that I have all these questions, I want to embrace them and see where they lead me. Life isn’t a multiple choice exam, it’s one full of long and short answers.

And the same thing applies to my spirituality. Before, my faith fit into a nice, enclosed box. I could showcase it, and also put it aside whenever it wasn’t convenient for me to act. I don’t want that type of faith anymore. Right now, I’m all over the place — I’m asking hard questions, looking for answers in a variety of places, and feel pretty lost at times. That said, I don’t think I’d want it any other way. Now my faith is something that is real, something that isn’t for show or for a mere get-outta-hell-free card.

Nowadays when people ask me questions about it, I don’t have the “Sunday school answer” to give them. I don’t think this is a bad thing. I just hope that I won’t get back to the point where I’m on cruise control, circling which answer out of four apply in my life.

(not so bad, waxing philosophical despite the fact I can hardly move outta my bed!)

Return of the King is going to be 50 minutes longer in its extended release!!!

If I wasn’t feeling so crappy, I’d be doing a happy dance. Click the link above if you wanna find out what extra scenes will be in the movie — and you won’t be disappointed!

More epic Aragorn in my life, please.