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Monday, September 12, 2005

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for my new blog site, please email me at awu79@hotmail.com


i'm thinking about testing out blogger instead since it links with photobucket.  any opinions?


Thursday, September 08, 2005

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Bel Canto
By Ann Patchett
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the arrival of fall

fall has always been my favorite season. i love wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt and shorts. it reminds me of high school tennis games. the slight nip in the air boding of things to come. walking around the ut campus, kicking the occasional leaf out of the way.  the excitement of renewal.  while it seems like renewal is more often associated with spring, in the academic world, it is always fall that brings change. spring is draining.  it is mid-terms, the end of a school year, lots of busyness.  but fall...fall is new resolutions, new relationships, new possibilities.

i was watching TF1 (french news) yesterday and they mentioned confiture season.  i remember walking along the hills of the l'ain countryside, gathering bushels of blackberries. 6 months later, a tragic end to our homemade jam in a deserted parisien hotel.  i still mark my months by the events of a former life... 

naturally, one of the key components of every fall is the prelude to something priceless and dear to my heart - ski season.  :)  i've only been looking forward to it since may.  i can't wait to peel off the storage wax i put on in february 2004 and feel the smooth goodness of a fresh coat in just a few more weeks. 

i think my summer went downhill after my last post.  i asked for a lead role on my project and it's been ruling my life ever since.  i've been waking up at 06:00, leaving straight for work and then returning home around 21:00 every day.  i feel sleep deprived and yet when i get the chance to catch up on my zzzs, my body is unable to rest.  this past weekend, i went to seattle to see an old mentor and visit my clone.  they are expecting a new addition.  starting the trend 3 years ago with their wedding, they are again pioneering the way for the twenty-something-year-old relationships in my life.  i love seattle.  if i could live one place in the country besides denver, it'd be seattle.  and every time i visit, i leave knowing that i'll be back.  the p sound, the evergreens, the surrounding mountain ranges.  it leaves one breathless (not from altitude). 

last night a couple friends and i kicked off our new accountability group.  sitting in my friend jason scott's living room, i looked around and appreciated the relationships i've been able to develop since my return to colorado.  each of us are very distinct, yet we share chemistry and the hand of God that's brought us together.  i live in anticipation.  and this is one thing for which it's worthwhile - deeper fellowship with the Body. 

here's our group:

jason scott
the definitive southern gentleman.  raised in kentucky, he speaks with a drawl, cooks dinner and drinks bourbon.  his job entails philanthropic coordination and schmoozing.  he's a talker with a heart of gold.

tosh
japanese soccer player.  he has yet to make a bible study on-time because he's so passionate about soccer.  he plays several times a week.  as a sign of his commitment, he's no longer going to play wednesday nights.  whoa.  i don't actually know what he does as a job, but soccer is definitely his occupation.  he's hysterically blunt and a bit rough around the edges, but adds a definite authenticity to the group.

tim
comes from a conservative, apple-pie family and in return sometimes acts dysfunctional.  he went to college in vancouver where he made friends with many internationals.  he'll be spending 3 months in el salvador this fall, surfing and helping his friend construct/renovate a hostel.  he makes me laugh.

inga lisa
hard-core mountain-biking, rock & ice climbing, skier chick.  she was an OR nurse who now works in medical device sales.  she's recently spent several months in cambodia setting up health facilities and dreams about returning one day.  despite an intimidating exterior, she's completely sincere and loves w/ admirable abandon.


Saturday, July 16, 2005

life and death and everything in between

i think about death and how fleeting it is...a lifetime of suffering is far more worthy of glorification. what is death? but a solitary event. people fear it and yet it passes so quickly. co-workers move onto the next item of their project plans. friends grieve and find solace before the dirt above your coffin settles. families keep photos that soon gather dust in an old room - a mausoleum testifying to well-intentioned devotion unrealized. oh human frailty, how you disappoint! what is faithfulness? what is loyalty? but epithets tossed in literature, created to purport ideals beyond our reach. how can we give meaning to life? one man feeds 5,000 and another his own ego. and both are fed upon in the earth from which they were formed.

in this flawed existence, we hang poems about love in our kitchens behind front doors locked to strangers. we litter our bedrooms with images of people easily abandoned to our own agendas. who holds you in the night silence, pierced only by your muffled cries? does the sun shine upon the scowl of your soul? you look upon the expanse of creation and feel yourself falling, leaping into the abyss, longing to feel something real. authentic. your heart pounds for the unalterable impact of the end. control has been delivered and you surrender to the forces against which you've striven, bound by the laws of this mysterious Will.

as the air fills with the warmth rising from the pool of blood on the ground, a man empties his head from the lies that tormented his last days. and his wife...and his wife's culpability is best served chilled, garnished with a sprig of adultery. dreams tarnish, left unclaimed for the inheritance taxes of society. and we fail to understand the diminishing frontiers of our seventy years.

the decay is medicated by an oatmeal bath and the rotting covered by a cucumber facial. we escape to the mountains trailed by our self-deception. and hope? do we ask? do we find? do we dare?

the innocence of youth is quickly suffocated by the realities instilled from proper elevation and the sunny bonnet of childhood exchanged for the uniform of global conformity. a vagabond leaves a half-eaten sandwich under the streetlight and quences his thirst with the remnants of a hidden 6pk. a child in africa dies every 3 seconds while the market climbs a quarter of a point and someone in california chooses the color of her fifth leather purse.

we close our eyes to sleep, drowning out our emaciated consciences with white noise generators, cascading brooks and the chanting of others' penances. convincing ourselves of our wholeness and inner peace. at peace with what? at peace with who? where is this peace? when you release the last breaths of that downward dog, is your world a better place for the single mother, beaten and abandoned, walking home after her 12 hour, minimum-wage shift?

some people pledge allegiance to themselves while filing suit against those who have nothing but faith against their anonymity.

dear God, save us from this damnation of ourselves. your freedom is more than we can bear. 10,000 words engraved on the tablet of our hearts and we've missed the allegory of the cave. you created the heavens and we classified them into 109 elements. you parted the seas and we wanted to survey the bottom. you gave us the Living Word and we managed to translate it into 1,000 tongues without tasting a word of understanding. you sent us your Son and we cursed his name. picked him apart. compared him to our next door neighbor. Father, who can discern these errors? let them not rule over us but continue the good work which you began. you are not served by these hands for, in you, we live and move and have our being. amen.


Wednesday, July 13, 2005

You Are an Espresso
At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping Your caffeine addiction level: high


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