Saturday, September 21, 2002
- Lost Recollections -Anyone remember a 90's indie band who wrote a song about a girl who always dressed in beige?
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Friday, September 20, 2002
- Of Thermodynamics & Bloggers -I've decided that Joel's blog needs to be noted here so it is not missed in the list below. It's a good one.
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- The Fanatic In Us All -
Thanks to the Leaky Caudron, the location of any and all Harry Potter news.
- Nancy Stouffer's case against JK Rowlings is thrown out of court. Stouffer also must pay $50,000 for submitting false evidence.
- Book V (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) is still coming though everyone is now refusing to give an estimated date. However, it is rumored to be as long as Goblet of Fire
- Rowling is expecting her second child.
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- Brilliance -You have to love it when you've been saying for a year's time that there is a problem a certain pattern of workflow, but have been told for a year's time there's nothing we can do about it. Then suddenly the fates align, what has been a constant problem becomes a disaster. I'm then informed that there is a problem and from now we will implement this new policy to avoid a new disaster. Only problem is the "solution" will not solve anything because it's the same thing we've been doing all along! If the people actually doing the job were listened to when suggesting opinions, the work might flow a little smoother - and we might not feel so bottom of the barrel! Maybe I should write a book 13 Ways To Hang Onto Your Employees or I Love My Job - 21 Not So Secret Ways To Keep The Workers Happy. Sheesh.
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- Wisdom from George Eliot's Middlemarch -"If you come to religion, it seems to me a man shouldn't want to carve our his meat to an ounce beforehand - one must trust a little to Providence and be generous."
- Mr. Vincy
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"Oh, I have an easy life - by comparision. I have tried being a teacher, but I am not fit for that: my mind is too fond or wandering on its own way. I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it. Everything here I can do as well as any one else could; perhaps better than some."
- Mary Garth
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Thursday, September 19, 2002
- From Hymn XIV on The Favor of God, the only satisfying good -Begone, ye guilded vanities;
I seek some solid good;
To real bliss my wishes rise,
The favour of my God.
Am I overdoing this Anne Steele thing? I hope not. I just have found her writing very...good. Good not as in something trite, but something very weighty and satisfying.
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- From Hymn IV on Redeeming Love-O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store:
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.
( Anne Steele )
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- The Exits Are Located... -Today, while walking to the bus, I ran into a man directing airtraffic in our parking lot - complete with the brown jumper. The government has repeatively asked that we report anything suspicious, but - seeing how our parking lot is so overcrowded that it's almost impossible to drive a car through it - I'll assume he was just practicing for his job or CAP.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2002
- A Rural Meditation -( Anne Steele )
What soft delight the peaceful bosom warms,
When nature dressed in all her vernal charms
Around the beauteous landscape smiles serene,
And crowns with every gift the lovely scene!
In every gift the donor shines confessed,
And heavenly bounty cheers the grateful breast.
Now lively verdure paints the laughing meads,
And o'er the fields wide-waving plenty spreads.
Here woodbines climb, dispensing odours round;
There smiles the pink, with humble beauties crown'd,
And while the flowers their various charms disclose,
Queen of the garden, shines the blushing rose.
The fragrant tribes display their sweetest bloom,
And every breezy whisper breathes perfume.
But this delightful season must decay;
The year rolls on and steals its charms away,
How swift the gaily transient pleasure flies!
Stern winter comes, and every beauty dies.
The fleeting bliss while pensive thought deplores
The mind in search of nobler pleasure soars;
And seeks a fairer paradise on high,
Where beauties rise and bloom, that never die.
There winter ne'er invades with hostile arms,
But everlasting spring displays her charms;
Celestial fragrance fills the blest retreats,
Unknown to earth in all her flowery sweets.
Enraptur'd, there the mind unwearied roves
Through flowery paths, and ever-verdant groves;
Such blissful groves not happy Eden knew,
Nor fancy's boldest pencil ever drew.
No sun departing, leaves the scene to mourn
In shades, and languish for his kind return;
Or with short visits cheers the wintry hours,
And faintly smiles on nature's drooping powers.
But there the Deity himself displays
The bright effulgence of his glorious rays;
Immortal life and joy his smile bestows,
And boundless bliss for ever, ever flows.
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Tuesday, September 17, 2002
- Anne Steele -The Cyber Hymnal has a brief biography here.
LORD, how mysterious are thy ways!
How blind are we! How mean our praise!
Thy steps can mortal eyes explore?
'Tis ours to wonder and adore.
Thy deep decrees from creature-sight
Are hid in shades of awful night;
Amid the lines, with curious eye,
Not angel minds presume to pry.
Great God, I would not ask to see
What in futurity shall be;
If light and bliss attend my days,
Then let my future hours be praise.
Is darkness and distress my share?
Then let me trust thy guardian care;
Enough for me, if love divine
At length through every cloud shall shine.
Yet this my soul desires to know,
Be this my only with below,
"That Christ is mine!"-this great request
Grant, bounteous God,-and I am blest.
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- I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well -I have decided that I don't like fingerpicking. I enjoy listening to it, but I don't like playing it. It may have something to do with carpel tunnel though... My fingers just feel stiff and immoble.
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- The Sands of Time -Rick this link stolen from Barlow which estimates your life expectancy. According to the site, I should live until 90. If I modify my health, lifestyle, diet and environment I could live to be 102. At this rate, I should die on Wednesday November 09, 2067 at 9:07:35 AM. That seems more than long enough. I honestly don't think I want to live until 2079. I was already born way after my time!
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Monday, September 16, 2002
- Quote du jour -"When we use words like stupendous to describe laundry detergent, how can words have meaning anymore?"
- Marva Dawn
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- I don't understand -For a while there, I was writing country tunes. Though I don't think that phase is over, I'm playing around with a Middle Eastern melody. Actually, it's a minor Middle Eastern tune mixed in with a Western major melody. I honestly don't know where this stuff comes from. I like it though.
It is to the words of Jerusalem the Golden [Bernard of Morlaix, 1146].
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- Jesus Sought me When a Stranger -Lately whenever anyone is trying to prove that hymns can be pretty complicated for the mass especially because of the vocabulary they utilize, the speaker most often uses the rhetorical question "What is an Ebenezer anyway?" I've...eh...been planning to call my album "Ebenezer" for quite a while now.
The irony is that the term is both used and defined in "Come Thou Fount."
Here I raise my Ebenezer hither by thy help I've come.Anyway, I've have decided that it's time to define Ebenezer. The term is used thrice in 1 Samuel 4:1, 5:1, & 7:12, though the last is the most often used. In brief, the Ark of the Covenant had been taken from Israel into the land of the Philistines - a sign of judgment against God's people. Being more than they had bargained for, the Philistines had returned it to Israel in fear. The Israelites then gathered together to worship God, plead for his mercy and to rid themselves of their idols. The Philistines heard that the Israelites were gathered together and gathered themselves to defeat Israel. However, though greatly afraid, the Israelites were victorious. Recognizing that they were victors by God's mercy alone, they set up a memorial and called it "Ebenezer" which means, "Thus far the LORD has helped us." The memorial was to remind them of God's aid once time had made the miraculous common again.
So, though not a life or death situation, this album has been a sign of God's faithfulness to me. My logic has said that it's impossible yet it keeps coming together and better than I could have imagined with many things miraculous. Maybe when it's all done, I'll chart it out, but for now I leave it vague. My hope is that I will still look on this project in the years to come (whether it is my only album or just my first) with the thought "Thus far has God helped me" and to remember that, if he has led me thus far, then he will continue to lead me into glory.
[One more note - "Ebenezer" is also the title of the tune we most often recognize as "O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus." Just thought you'd like to know.]
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- Timeless? -Two vistors were up in my now much cleaner room. "Jamie," one remarked, "your room is so, so..."
"Nostalgic?" I suggested.
"Yeah, that's the word."
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Sunday, September 15, 2002
- O Day of Rest and Gladness -O day of rest and gladness, of day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness, most beautiful, most bright:
On Thee, the high and lowly, through ages joined in tune,
Sing holy, holy, holy, to the great God Triune.
On Thee, at the creation, the light first had its birth;
On Thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth;
On Thee, our Lord, victorious, the Spirit sent from heaven,
And thus on Thee, most glorious, a triple light was given.
Thou art a port protected from storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected with streams of paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain in life’s dry dreary sand;
From Thee, like Pisgah’s mountain, we view our promised land.
Today on weary nations the heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations the silver trumpet calls,
Where Gospel light is glowing with pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing, with soul refreshing streams.
New graces ever gaining from this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining to spirits of the blessed.
To Holy Ghost be praises, to Father, and to Son;
The church her voice upraises to Thee, blessed Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth, 1862
(Though I risk sounding a bit dumb, does anyone know which Pisgah, Wordsworth is speaking of?)
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