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Jul. 21st, 2009

Vacation Bible School Blues

   An ethical dilemma, but first, some highlights:


- I am now at 191 lbs.! (This after about two months of yo-yoing back and forth around 195 like I was caught in the combined gravitational well of a double star-system with bi-polar disorder.) My goal this week is to at least maintain that weight, if not go down a little more. If I maintain, I will be satisified. Of course, I just ate the last two and 1/2 pices of my birthday fruit tart that Linda made me, but I took off 10 xtra points from next week to help offset that. I know you're not supposed to do that, but meh, they're optional to be eaten anyway. Look at me rationalize, folks!

- I am now helping to instruct (along with my training partner Greg) in my Tai Chi class. It feels good, but also is a fair bit intimidating, since it shows me obviously how little actually know. Like when this guy Jeremey, a multiple degree black belt in Hapkido and I are working on Fa-jing punches and kicks, and he asks me if the kicking in Tai Chi is any different than inother styles (specifically his). I just draw a blank look and mumble my way through the best explanation I can pull out of my ass at the time. I didn't say anything that wasn't technically true (In the case of the front snap kick, you chamber, but let the lower half of your leg swing up freely, and you inhale on kicks, as opposing to exhaling on punches) But I still felt like a bit of a wonk.

- Onto the dilemma. Two years ago, I agreed to hekp out with our (Mine and Lisa's) church VBS (Vacation Bible School). I wanted to be involved in the church community and be of some service, and this seemed like a way I could use my talents (I run the "Faith Fusion Finale" which involves a little ating, some improvisation, and the ability to make yourself heard over thirty rowdy kids). Most of the lessons, like I said, are fairly harmless from my standpoint. Trust in God. Care for Others. Pray. etc etc. I can get behind all that. Its just when, somewhere around the 4th or 5th day (and this seems to be a common thread), the instructional packet that goes along with the whole thing (In the case of this particular VBS cycle, the theme is "Crocodile Dock", a southern Bayou theme, and the character of the day is a Possum named Blossom.  And the Bible verse is "Don't be Afraid...he is risen from the dead". Obviously talking about Jesus H Christ here, you know the story, so lets go on. The case here is, that I am supposed to teach how 1)Jesus died for our sins, because God hates sin, and he needed someone to be punished for man's sin, Jesus took that, and died for us. and 2) He rose from the dead, so everything is Kosher again.

1) I don't know what to believe about Jesus dying for our sins. I like to believe in a God that wouldn't require that as some kind of cosmic penance. Though i certainly can imagine and take a leap of faith that the kind of man I hope Jesus was, he would've certainly been capable of giving his life for others, the idea that sin can separate us from God in that way does not mesh with my experience. yes, because of sin, I feel separated from God, but I believe God is still there with me, and that nothing can separate me from God's love, least of all God. I'll state my blief here plainly: I don't believe Jesus HAD to die on the cross for our sins. Because of our sins, yeah, but not for them. Plus, then the materials give us suggestions on how to get kids to accept Jesus into their lives.

2) I guess as an older person, I can see the flip side of this coin. What if, as a kid, I DON'T accept Jesus? (They never mention hell and torment, but when you think about it, where else would it lead?) That's my problem here. I don't believe anyone has to accept Jesus. Nor should they accept him exactly as given by the people at the VBS supply company. I am a Christian, I do my damndest to live a good life, do the right thing, and love my neighbor as best as I am able to. I pray to God. I admit I'm a sinner, just like everyone else. But if I don't say that "jesus died for me and his blood washed away all my sins", then WHAT DOES THAT MEAN WILL HAPPEN TO ME?

The thing is, i know that part of sin is self-absorbtion and selfishness, and thinking that somehow my theological leanings are somehow more important than our church's need to minister to the kiddies is probably just as sinful as anything I could think of.

And to answer Lisa's inevitable question. Yes, part of this is the fact that VBS is so Goddamn cheesy that it makes me want to go out and buy some tortilla chips and rent a good movie,

Jun. 3rd, 2009

Dream

  Quick post:

  What does it mean when you dream you're Captain Jean-Luc Picard, and you and Dr. Crusher are in a mad car chase with federation/KeystoneCops/Facist bad guys chasing after you in modified PT Cruisers, and you suddenly take off in your own car, which suddenly looks like a reject out of a bad Japanese B-movie/Power rangers episode, and you proceed to super-boost jump over traffic, shooting metal lightning bolts out of your exhaust pipe to pop the tires of your pursuers, only to end up at a castle where there's really good desserts, and then have to prepare for a nuclear war?

   Seriously, I only had two scoops of FF blueberry swirl frozen yogurt and some WW cake before bed. Seriously. and some diet-gingerale, BUT THAT WAS IT, I SWEAR!

May. 7th, 2009

(no subject)


 Approx. 301lbs.


 Approx. 204lbs.



Mar. 17th, 2009

Just the facts ma'am.



 Is it just me, or do I look like Joe Friday?

Brand New Suit, $20 at Goodwill.

217 lbs. and 47 more to go, priceless.


Mar. 8th, 2009

(no subject)

Those of you on facebook already know, but we're having a boy, who will be named Jonathan Kin-uemon Yamakawa

Mar. 3rd, 2009

I'm not drunk, I'm just tired

    It's about 12:30 a.m., and I just put Sarah-Belle back to sleep, again. Poor little one has a cold. But she's awful cute when she's tired and babbling.

   Lets let ramble, shall we?

 Currently reading third to last book in Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin series. I'dpersonally like to say, (possibly to the chagrin of some friends who may be so inclined), but i'd take the Royal Navy over pirates any day.

  rather enjoying Voices in the Wilderness, a little church program I've got going, with two people from our church. Our task is to study and perform sections of scripture as dramatic monologue. Hopefully we will do this in front of the congregation right after Pentecost. Feels good to be flexing the Theatre muscles again, though I find that knowing stuff intuitivley (sp? aw, frak it, its after midnight, I don't give a darn about spelling right now) fiof;ghdf;jbjkbg;jkgbjkbg;bkb

   I digress, stuff that I may know intuitively does not translate easy to teaching others. I gotta keep reminding myself that though I am doing this to use my talents (I hope) that God gave me, it can't ultimately be about me, it has to be about somethingbigger than me. I pray for humbleness, and yet I can be an arrogant bastard, needing my time in the limelight. Good thing I'm too much of a heretic to become a pastor, I'd might get a big head. Bigger than the one I have already. Seriously, i have one huge noggin.

Lisa and I just joined a Community Supported Agriculture group, a series of 5 organic farms located locally around the county, and in return for buying a share of the venture, we get fresh produce in season every week. We share the risks (drought, flood, etc), but we also share the rewards, as well as supporting local agriculture. Means we'll have to learn to eat what's put in front of us, but that's not a bad thing. If m garden grows this year, it'll be doubly bountiful. Still gonna eat fresh veggies in the winter, but hopefully i can store some frm the growing season. Next stop, chickens/ducks (hopefully in the next few years)

Tai Chi is going well. Looking forward to the seminar this july in Newark. Excited about meeting Master Brian's teacher. I remember years ago when I first started learning, i'd never imagined I'd actually be a martial artist. Not that i'm anything special, but its become a part of me, and I like having it there. Plus, as my body gets stronger, my spirit seems to follow. 

Nov. 20th, 2008

For Josh and La

The man below is Erle Montaigue, who taught Brian Alexander, my teacher. Apparently he was voted one of the greatest rock vocalists to come from Australia. (All of his kids play with him in a band called moontagu)






This is "Sitting Like a Mandarin Duck" (Mine is minus the sword.) Mind you, this goes from a ful standing position to this. I think its supposed to stand in for dragging someone to the ground and striking certain points while they are off balance. It ends with you springing up from the ground and doing a snap kick.



It's hard to find a good picture of a snap kick, I tell you.








Nov. 18th, 2008

James learning something cool...



Let's assume this actually gets embedded in here.


Okay, i checked it, and it worked.

So, the above youtube clip was taken a a workshop in Utah, which my teacher Brian Alexander attended. For the past two years, i've been studying the Old Yang Style of tai Chi with him and a smatttering of other students, and have just recently started instruction in the Mother Applications of the Small San Sau. (one of the two person fighting set to learn tai Chi.)

If I tried to give a definition of hat I am learning, I'd probably fail miserably. Try this instead: Read more... )

In a small, tiny nutshell, that is part of what tai Chi is.



For mroe information than I can possibly relate here, go to http://www.taijiworld.com/. You won't be dissapointed.

Nov. 14th, 2008

How James the Warrior saved his little girl from the crib of death


  Well, not really so much...

Truth be told, Lisa was reading one of her many Pediatric Journals today and caught sight of a crib recall that looked suspiciously like our crib.


CRIB OF DOOM!




Turns out it was the same exact model number and everything. So i took it apart, and went to Walmart to return it. (Mind you, this is a year after we first bought it, and the receipt and the box have been recycled long since,)

I had Sarah with me, for moral support and to use as a bargaining chip lest the Walmart people give me trouble.

I mean, seriously, could you deny such a face?


I can has death-crib?

Luckily, I was assisted by the brave AJ, he of the Customer Service Department at walmart, who tracked down the UPC code so I could get store credit.

So, new crib acquired, hopefully it will continue to be safe.

Nov. 2nd, 2008

Sarah's 2nd Halloween






Sarah the Geisha girl in her super-fun-happy-car-#1!






Konbanwa!









Sugar...chocolate...coursing...
through...veins...strange...feeling...
must...control...
urge...to...











WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!



 













 


Nov. 1st, 2008

Impotent Rage





Read more... )




(Red and white flags, representing Iraqi and American deaths, sit in the grass quad of
en:The Valley Library on the en:Corvallis, Oregon campus of en:Oregon State University. As part of the traveling Iraq Body Count exhibit (not related to the en:Iraq Body Count project) the flags aim to "raise awareness of the human cost of the Iraq War." http://iraqbodycountexhibit.org/)




Once in a while, I pass a local church where I see the now familiar site of hundreds of little white crosses, representing a baby aborted. The number changes, sometimes it's a thousand, sometimes less, sometimes more.

This invokes a feeling of anger within me, not because I disagree with their intention, but because I can find sympathy with it.

I believe in choice, the choice of a woman who makes this decision cannot be an easy one.  I agree with what barack Obama said in the last debate, that nobody is Pro-Abortion. And I do not want a law outlawing abortion, because it is that choice which, in my mind I misuse the word irony too much, but it is in the ability to make that choice that morality is found. Not that one is moral depending on making the right choice, butt hat in order to be moral, you have to make the choice.

I look at my little daughter, sleeping in her crib, and I couldn't imagine her not being there. 

And when I think of anyone who has lost a child, I can understand where that pain comes from, and where it can go.

Sarah was once a little fetus, me and Lisa's little peanut, and I couldn't begin to express the sorrow and despair I would feel if she hadn't been born. She was alive to me from the moment I saw her on the ultrasound. every day she wakes up is a miracle.

But it angers me that so much heart and feeling goes into fighting against the death of the unborn, yet so often, it apparently doesn't matter one damn bit what happens to that child once it pops out of the mother.

Life is sacred.

All life.

Bungholes.










Oct. 30th, 2008

Halloween



The eyes are from a headlamp I have on underneath the see-through hood. Frightens me a little bit, and I know I'm underneath the darn thing!

The best costumes are those that you pull outta ya bum the night before, I swear.

Since we can't attend Heather and Julie's Gender-Bender party this year, we have the runner-up prize of scaring the bejesus out of the neighborhood kids when they come tricking-or-treating. Lisa and Sarah will answer the door, and I will sneak up behind the unsuspecting 9and hopefully training pants wearing) little children.

hehhehheh.


Oct. 24th, 2008

Weekend (sort of) Update




    As I have not posted in a while, this will be one of those punctuated thingies.



*  So, Lisa has been sick for almost a whole week. And man, does that manage to suck AND blow. The worse thing is, its a whole body thing, not just confined to the head or chest or stomach or what have you. General achiness and coughing. No fever, probably viral. A note to all you people out there who insist on Antibiotics for every little runny nose, this is a doctor, who can literaly prescribe herself ANYTHING (not that she would abuse her power, but if she wanted to, she could), and even though she's sick as a dog (a sick, starving dog with rabies and a bad case of fleas), she still refuses to, because they don't do anything for viruses.

* Needless to say, I hope she gets better soon. Not just because I miss my wife normal exuberance, but its a lot harder to take care of a kid when our better half is sick and can't spot you for too long.

* P.S., Lisa's work needs to cut her some slack.

* Lisa's Mom is coming down today to play with Sarah and bring some of her chili.



Sarah during her morning commute. NPR is playing in the background.



*Speaking of which, because of budget constraints, we went down on our NPR membership this year, but still managed to contribute at the "Dollar a week" level. Seriously, if I die and leave a ton of money, I want it donated to our local public radio, for they are awesome.

*And I want to be buried with a free tote-bag full of NPR swag.

* It does feel good to get that out of the way at the beginning of a pledge drive, because you don't have to tune out the hosts pleading for money. Plus, I did it online, where I got to see a little thank you video from NPR staffers, which included a nice segment of Daniel Shore, senior news analyst, telling me he loves me. Awww.

* Spent most of yesterday afternoon putting up this thing...

 




*Picture may be a bit dim, but its a fireplace hearth gate (with added 8-inch extensions), that will allow us to have a cozy pellet stove filled winter that Sarah cannot , manage to interrupt with a midnight trip to the ER. (probably not , she is a curious little devil)


*The great deflate continues, with your local WW hero down to 258.6 lbs. Just 9 lbs. or so to go till my 10% goal.



Oct. 12th, 2008

(no subject)


1. Randomly pick a song from your music library.
2. Find the lyrics for the first four verses/chorus
3. Go to Google translation and translate the lyrics from English into Japanese.
4. Take the new Japanese lyrics and translate them into Hebrew.
5. Take the new Hebrew lyrics and translate them into Swedish. (Then take the swedish and turn it back to English)
6. Post the NEW English lyrics and have people guess the original song.



I personally like #3

#1

Men in long lines''to go to rail
Will be where there is no going back
Highway patrol helicopters coming over the ridge to
Men go''a long train
He is not going anywhere in the back
Highway patrol along the ridge of the helicopters coming
Camp Fire under the bridge hot soup
Protective stretchin Line "around the corner
Welcome to the new world order
By car south of Families sleepin '
The rest of the family is no peace does not work

Tonight, the road of life
But not all about laughs Where are we going to someone
I'm sitting here, in view of the fire.
Searchin 'for the spirit of TOMUJODO

#2

We are in the world, we will "hand that I take my part harmony, peace and quiet in that we will rise above the chaos, some of the water like a little tenderness, love walking, and if there is a reason and want to run your hands from

  #3

Good!
Stop doing it
"I have ruined Cause
Image and styles used to store.
I look funny
See, but Makin, "this money
Are you ready, so I hope the world.
Now around
I was stupid new city
And the sound of me, is to be used in the subway.
I had all the store shelves Hennessy drink shop
So, let me show you the idea
My name is a bad mood, he pronounced it yada.
Yu women, the Ohio Department of what is and what I like a dragon.
Moreover, all the rappers in the top 10 - the most important thing you let you go.
I'm steppin 'long, Y'all,
Like HANPUTIDANPUTI
When you fall in the main pumping stereo, you know.
My rhyme,
I, I love the Funky beats
I'm sexy. I like clumps oats flour.
I see the wisdom of the disease, make progress SUTORETOGYANGUSUTA
Silly me
I eat all the biscuits and licorice.
I am a girl c'mere Fat Hi - clumsy shopping?
Yes, I called fat.
Look at me, I thin
This is to be admitted not stop me
I am angry
I think the boom, like a girl
One of Burger King when I was busy in the bathroom
I'm crazy.
Home, you can admire.
They do not want to say to me, I just do not mess around.
I am still "come up with a girl's pants
I also have my own dance and
(Chorus:)
Dance of the bad spirits, the chance that your hunch is
Design your mood is bad, bad mood or hump
Just look at the key, or a bad mood, the mood is bad SAD hump
So I do, you know that this is a bad MOOD roam
Mood or bad mood is bad SAD hump

Oct. 5th, 2008

Yeah, she's actually just eating the toothbrush







Sep. 30th, 2008

The Great Deflate continues with a 6.6 lb loss this week




     264 lbs!

   Boo-yah!

Sep. 17th, 2008

The Great Deflate Continues

      

Look at the svelte man!

                                                                     

   

272.8 lbs.

Down from 301 lbs at the beginning of the Great Deflate.

Only 100 lbs. to go!




My two biggest reasons for losing the weight (If I don't, I'll be too fat to run, and they'll eat me!)
             


    

Sep. 7th, 2008

(no subject)

    Sarah took her first, un-assisted step today!

Sep. 1st, 2008

Pebbles



     Note to self:  Tomato Sauce is NOT for Babies!




240
But Daddy, I LVOE your Eggplant Parmigana!




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When I go out for Italian, I don't wear a shirt, because it saves time!



Sarah has a new nickname, "Pebbles". One day this week, nearly everyone who saw Sarah in the Food ion/Wal-Mart/Church, all mentioned that with her ponytail all sprouting up out of the top of her head, she looked like Pebbles Flintstone.



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Aug. 21st, 2008

(no subject)

Posting a lot the past few days. Forgive me if whenever I write something longer than a picture post and a few lines, it ends up eing about religion, or associated with religion, but it's where my mind often wanders to on a frequent basis.


  I listen to conservative Christian Radio often, usually while in the Shower, but sometimes when its late, the BBC is depressing me, and I've already facebooked my soul away. 

Thinking on it now, I've never heard non-conservative Christian Radio, I wonder if it exists.

 Anyway...

I do so because it sharpens my wits. For every one thing that I can agree with the preachers on the broadcasts, there's three wackassed comments to go along with it. And my mind tries to wrap itself around what I was raised to believe are intolerable and ignorant positions and beliefs, and try to remind myself that the people who hold said beliefs are human too, they are God's children, and that the speck of dust in their eye is no larger than that which mine contains.

The other night, there was a sermon on the 10 Spiritual Commandments you needed to follow in order to be a Christian. I didn't stay for most of that, my shower was done. But the question the preacher posed was, if you died and went to heaven, and God asked you "Why should I let you in?" your answer should be...

His answer, of course.. "I accept the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal savior, etc. etc."

Talking about it with my wife, my spiritual listening post (and occasional scratching post!), my answer to God.

"Because you love me."





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