Language Again


I take it back. What I said about language, I mean. It's something I'm passionate about and I've quit too many things already. But I could stand to be more humble about addressing other's problems.

I realize that people like to break out of set rules, because they view them as restrictive; but you can do amazing things inside of them. What would happen if, in baseball, you could make a run whenever you wanted, or there were no boundries and the other team could grab the ball and run away with it? It wouldn't be much of a game. The same is true with language- if you keep making up weird spellings and words and symbols, you can't accomplish much with it; but if you keep inside the rules, then you can make some amazing plays (or, in language's case, amazing documents, poems, books, or whatever you want).

Not much happened today. I'm sick of school, but I guess I gotta do it.

I'll see y'all tomorrow.

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Sorry about everyone I've been a jerk to lately.

I jogged home, which was cool. I needed the excersize.

I guess I don't care about language so much after all. Whatever.

See ya

English and Form

I've been going on more crusades for the English language. I hate to annoy people, but English is being degraded fast enough without the internet.

Oh well. "Forget those good ol' days, that's not what they were."

Still, nothing has any form anymore. I've always loved the old Shaker philosophy that said that everything you do should be an act of worship for God. And still today their furniture is considered the to be of best quality anywhere. They'd do their best, because it was worship- they'd sand and paint even the backs of drawers, and took great care in whatever they did or made. We were created to worship Him- so why are we settling for less than our best? Why are we not even doing anything in that mindset?

I know, I know... 'Physician, heal thyself'.

We set up Christmas lights outside today. You guys should stop by and see it.

Apologetics


I was up kindof late last night making rude comments on random journals concerning their language mechanics and such. Sorry, I shouldn't have said some of that stuff :\. Here's my list, anyway.

1. You sound like a dork when you don't use periods or capitalization and purposely spell things wrong all over the place. Certain instances can be endearing, such as my 'kindof'; but replacing 'the' with 'teh' all the time n like ritting like tis is weird, to say the least. And totally uncool.

2. Cussing isn't a language.

3. Only putting in one entry says loads about your ability to commit to anything.

4. Life isn't about 'how hot s/he is'. When you die, do you want to look back and realize that's all you've focused on, when there are so many better things?


Yeah, yeah, preaching to the choir- I just put this is they ever check out mine.

I've been watching 'The Lord of the Rings' a lot lately- its given me this great sense of what a king is. They're not just these fat, old monarchs that take everyone's money and wear stupid looking crowns- they're men who are willing to fight and die for their people, whose lives are devoted to the citizens that they've taken the burdon of caring for.

At least, the good kings. I can't think of many on earth like that, besides King David and King Arthur, and of course my King, Jesus.

That's cool... we have a King.

Christmas Already

Here's my day-
Mom and Dad came home from breakfast and I surfed awhile until Dad wanted to take me to the bore range. I tried reading Hemingway's 'The Sun Also Rises' but I hate it so I daydreamed about the Lord of the Rings instead. We stopped at Maggie's kitchen, that Mexican restruant downtown. Dad mentioned to the waitress that I spoke Spanish and an ackward conversation with her followed. She said I was good but I just needed more confidence and to practice it often. She was really nice. I got a torta de pollo and a real, imported Mexicano coke. I forgot what my dad got.

Then we went to the range and I shot about ten bullets and shot pretty good. We tried out those new sabotless bullets that are all the rage now but they were horrible. They kept tumbling when they went out of the barrel. I think they're too small for their caliber. I would've gotten more shots in but it was really cold and dad forgot his gloves.

So then we went to Gander mountain and bought back our old bullets and I took a much needed bathroom break. Then we got home and dad took the whole family and we got our Christmas tree. I kept trying to get us to get one of the scruffier trees with bald spots and wierd shapes. I just have an affection for them now. I feel I can relate, I guess :). You know, how God chooses us in spite of our imperfections. I wanted to do the same for our tree. Mom kept laughing at me, but I eventually talked them into this not-so-bad off one with a bare spot near the top and a crooked top branch.

So we took it home and decorated it to Bing Crosby and Frank Sonatra music. I've been into this 'return to form!' mood lately, so I was kindof picky with where I put stuff on it this year. I talked mom into putting 350 lights on it. It's spectacular looking. Even if the angel-topper is off center.

Then I had cocoa and thought about poor people. It was this song really that did it.

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.

Hi.

Friday I want to my Tim Team reunion. You know, that thing I kept volunteering for at camp over the summer.

It was cool. It was great to meet up with all my friends from over the summer. I wish I was more social, though. I had trouble trying to talk to everyone.

After we all arrived, we talked for a while, then played Star Wars Dodgeball. Then Steve gave us a message about leadership and integrity. It made me rethink and remember some stuff, but more on that later. Then we went to the dining hall and ate cookies and such, and threw a birthday party for Betsy and we all got cheap party favors. I got a Hotwheels knockoff toy car and i had races with it. Everyone else got Chinese yo-yos. Those things can keep someone entertained for hours, even after they break.

Then we went to bed at 1:00... then in the morning we ate breakfast. Entonces, Ben explained some things going on at camp, and then some people went horseback riding and I stayed with some people and we had a euchre tourney. Me and Megan smoked everyone, and I caught someone renigging for the first time.

Proximo, we had worship time for 45 minutes, and said goodbye and went home.

It was fun. I like all my friends.

I finished what's written of MegaTokyo so far... it's pretty cool.

Here' the link for it, Brett:

Enter MegaTokyo

I've been feeling down lately. :/ I don't know what my problem is. I'm almost hungry for a reason to go with it.

I just need something exciting to happen, I guess. School and assignments get boring after a while.

See ya!

Hi...

I decided not to go to Jazz Band tonight, or ever. Still I don't think I'll go to the Bible study.

I don't feel like going anywhere tonight.

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