Hardly.
I'm not dead! I hope you didn't think so? Not getting any more or less alive here!
So you wanna (go back to Egypt)... er...
Life. Well, that is a deep subject. The most important criterion have been met... responding to stimuli and such... but to truly live? Now that's a different issue altogether. Or are we talking about conscious life? Rats are self-aware. Does that mean they're conscious? Define consciousness. ARGH.
No white rabbits for me! I missed the November period, thought about getting you then, but it didn't work out the way I wanted it to. Now I find that my brothers, both probably a lot busier than I, are more regular than I! This cannot be tolerated! Or can it? I dunno, that's all up to you. I think I'm past the third "post already", and into the 5th or so, then becoming a mere acceptance of the fact that I shan't. So now I do?? Does this truly throw the whole thing into reset, and I'll be bugged until the 5th "post already" again? More likely, it will be accepted that I don't very often, and it'll only be the second or third before acceptance is pressed upon the most loyal of readers. Ah, well, RSS is your friend. And so is Google, did I mention? Lets just hope they don't go the direction of... other companies *cough cough*.
It's all about the big picture. And unfortunately, this is nothing about the big picture. My train of thought is derailed by constant LD references, inside jokes, and cries of "definition, definition!" What, pray tell, has happened?? The looming, amorphic debate season has begun.
And obviously, there is little or no definite beginning to the season. You just know when you're into it. And I have this knowledge. It started to prepare for beginning this summer, when I was sitting in Schlotzsky's, eating a cookie. The cookie was pretty good. Somehow, through the many twists and turns we know as the internet, the voice of Mr. Sivils (my debate coach) came floating to my ears, oddly twisted by Ubuntu's noncompliance with Dimdim. Then was when we were planning, beginning our first steps into the "Idealism vs. Pragmatism/India policy" year, writing the basics of cases that will no doubt haunt us for the rest of our lives. Now, Joshua and I have gone through one tournament (practice, but still official enough to have us on edge for weeks). Joshua managed to get a hold of 6th place in LD, 8th place speaker. I'm still working on getting a better than half record. :-/
Next week I'm going to Mexico with Aunt Susan!! Oh, and Lillian and Annalee are coming too. Heard of this yet? Well, essentially we're building houses for people. And as long as we're at it, we're also helping out the local pastor. Pray for us, please.
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OK, yall, I now must get to my Trig, Physics, History, and maybe putting flows (of opponents' cases) on the website.... And while I'm at it, trains of thought need to go all the way down the line :(
-Petr
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
of course
Greetings to all those out there from where I am.
Right here, typing on a laptop...
Anywho, kewl stuff goin on around there, no doubt? But I'm supposed to tell you what's going on with me. Weird how that works O_o
I told somebody that something was another story for another day. Today is another day, so I shall tell you, even if you are not that somebody.
Walking through little-known streets and large neighborhoods. For what? Popcorn. Anybody want some? That's exactly the point!
Ah yes, the beginning would help. Simply put, BSA (Boy Scouts /of/ America) is having a huge fundraiser for all the local area councils. So scouts of all ages like myself put our dignity on the line and walk the streets ringing doorbells, talking to neighbours, posting blogs *ahem*, all for the purpose of selling popcorn. "On average, 70% goes to local scouting!" Whatever. The actual turns out to be roughly 30%, and if they're right, 40% more *trickles down* to the actual guys doing the actual dignity-on-the-line selling. And what happens to the rest? Nobody (that I know) knows. It merely disappears into the system....
And so I find myself rushing to be ready and meet at the high school with the rest of 342 (cubs, scouts, and venture-ers). I forgot to be ready ahead of time. Fortunately, Mr. Armstrong had some extra water bottles. We needed them. Perfect day to be wandering small town streets? Maybe. Cool weather, Saturday morning... at nine AM... Nobody awake?!
The local troops (in general) had Nacogdoches split into portions, one for each group. We were to cover the entire Northeast side of town, despite time restraints (9-noon selling). Mr. Armstrong split us into smaller groups and we headed out with our respective designated drivers. I wound up with the trailblazers (patrol) driven by Mr. Armstrong himself. The first place we covered was the "wood" subdivision north of the loop: Timberwood, Parkwood, Redwood, and so on. Not many people were awake, and those who were said either "not interested" or "there was a cute cub scout who came by earlier...." And so it went, until the whole place had been covered by one scout on each side of the street. Total sales/donations: Ryan $1, Ethan $20 some odd, Jonathan $18, myself $0.
Mr. Armstrong then picked us up and drove us to the next location, off Appleby Sands just before Starr, Pinecrest. Here we spent a good portion of the rest of the day, going down streets and side streets, eventually meeting up and moving on. Total sales by the end of this: Ryan $130 some odd, Jonathan $130 some odd, Ethan $80 some odd, myself $140 some odd (I forget exact numbers).
Moving on to the next location, a long almost straight road, maybe 1/2 mile long. Jonathan and Ryan started at one end while Ethan and I started on the other. I forget records about then. One more smallish section (it was nearing noon) and we headed back: totals roughly EthanA $180, JonathanC something three digits, above $100, Ryan same, myself $250 exact. Don't ask me how I did it.
There were some very interesting people along the way. At least once I was tempted to mention the Obama sign on the front lawn, but weirdly enough most of them who showed at the door bought something. O_o
Quite a few old folks. Did you not know, Nacogdoches is mostly (and I'm using the term lightly) old folks and college students. Quite a few elder citizens were quite willing to talk, and many had sons in scouting or had been involved themselves. One man told me to get Eagle before I start driving, because there's not enough time after that! I suppose it's too late for me... despite the fact that there's already not enough time in a day to do what is desired.
^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^
Hey! Who wants popcorn? :-)
www.orderpopcorn.com
And you'll need this
TERF02X
NO you don't have to. I am perfectly content having you as friends. :)
______________________________________________________________________________________
Pictures of escapades are here
It helps if you click on the "here" -- it's a link ;)
Ok y'all, I'm done here. Time to go to bed. Night!
-Petr
Right here, typing on a laptop...
Anywho, kewl stuff goin on around there, no doubt? But I'm supposed to tell you what's going on with me. Weird how that works O_o
I told somebody that something was another story for another day. Today is another day, so I shall tell you, even if you are not that somebody.
Walking through little-known streets and large neighborhoods. For what? Popcorn. Anybody want some? That's exactly the point!
Ah yes, the beginning would help. Simply put, BSA (Boy Scouts /of/ America) is having a huge fundraiser for all the local area councils. So scouts of all ages like myself put our dignity on the line and walk the streets ringing doorbells, talking to neighbours, posting blogs *ahem*, all for the purpose of selling popcorn. "On average, 70% goes to local scouting!" Whatever. The actual turns out to be roughly 30%, and if they're right, 40% more *trickles down* to the actual guys doing the actual dignity-on-the-line selling. And what happens to the rest? Nobody (that I know) knows. It merely disappears into the system....
And so I find myself rushing to be ready and meet at the high school with the rest of 342 (cubs, scouts, and venture-ers). I forgot to be ready ahead of time. Fortunately, Mr. Armstrong had some extra water bottles. We needed them. Perfect day to be wandering small town streets? Maybe. Cool weather, Saturday morning... at nine AM... Nobody awake?!
The local troops (in general) had Nacogdoches split into portions, one for each group. We were to cover the entire Northeast side of town, despite time restraints (9-noon selling). Mr. Armstrong split us into smaller groups and we headed out with our respective designated drivers. I wound up with the trailblazers (patrol) driven by Mr. Armstrong himself. The first place we covered was the "wood" subdivision north of the loop: Timberwood, Parkwood, Redwood, and so on. Not many people were awake, and those who were said either "not interested" or "there was a cute cub scout who came by earlier...." And so it went, until the whole place had been covered by one scout on each side of the street. Total sales/donations: Ryan $1, Ethan $20 some odd, Jonathan $18, myself $0.
Mr. Armstrong then picked us up and drove us to the next location, off Appleby Sands just before Starr, Pinecrest. Here we spent a good portion of the rest of the day, going down streets and side streets, eventually meeting up and moving on. Total sales by the end of this: Ryan $130 some odd, Jonathan $130 some odd, Ethan $80 some odd, myself $140 some odd (I forget exact numbers).
Moving on to the next location, a long almost straight road, maybe 1/2 mile long. Jonathan and Ryan started at one end while Ethan and I started on the other. I forget records about then. One more smallish section (it was nearing noon) and we headed back: totals roughly EthanA $180, JonathanC something three digits, above $100, Ryan same, myself $250 exact. Don't ask me how I did it.
There were some very interesting people along the way. At least once I was tempted to mention the Obama sign on the front lawn, but weirdly enough most of them who showed at the door bought something. O_o
Quite a few old folks. Did you not know, Nacogdoches is mostly (and I'm using the term lightly) old folks and college students. Quite a few elder citizens were quite willing to talk, and many had sons in scouting or had been involved themselves. One man told me to get Eagle before I start driving, because there's not enough time after that! I suppose it's too late for me... despite the fact that there's already not enough time in a day to do what is desired.
^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^
Hey! Who wants popcorn? :-)
www.orderpopcorn.com
And you'll need this
TERF02X
NO you don't have to. I am perfectly content having you as friends. :)
______________________________________________________________________________________
Pictures of escapades are here
It helps if you click on the "here" -- it's a link ;)
Ok y'all, I'm done here. Time to go to bed. Night!
-Petr
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Yet another month
I'm terribly sorry to clue you in, but the last post was September 1st. That's right, one month ago! I have no explanation about the delay that anybody would accept as a good excuse.
I would probably have gotten up this morning to give you a white rabbit, but I'm not really feeling up to date. What?? New month already?? The last one was too fast!
And besides, Evelyn beat me to the punch.
Hurricane, being out of town for a week, pioneering campout, staying with Jones, SAT prep, earlybird debates (on the internet)... it all adds up. And I'm not sure I like the sum.
But ok, here's another post. I hope to follow up with something bigger, but not this time.
Hafagudday!
-Petr
I would probably have gotten up this morning to give you a white rabbit, but I'm not really feeling up to date. What?? New month already?? The last one was too fast!
And besides, Evelyn beat me to the punch.
Hurricane, being out of town for a week, pioneering campout, staying with Jones, SAT prep, earlybird debates (on the internet)... it all adds up. And I'm not sure I like the sum.
But ok, here's another post. I hope to follow up with something bigger, but not this time.
Hafagudday!
-Petr
Monday, September 01, 2008
A new month!
In the weather forecast today:
highs in the lower 90s, lows right about 70
Chance for thunderstorm, 30% chance of precipitation
and
WHITE RABBITS.
:)
-Petr
highs in the lower 90s, lows right about 70
Chance for thunderstorm, 30% chance of precipitation
and
WHITE RABBITS.
:)
-Petr
Thursday, August 28, 2008
And this is still life
Greetings, friends. Having a good beginning of the next school year, anybody?
How about not having the beginning of a semester? Yeah, I know. Maybe it would be considered off easy, but I personally think of it as "vacation time". Working through the summer has its ups and downs, and this is one of the ups.
Maybe.
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Currently listening to Evanescence. I can guess at the various responses to it, but I kind of like them(or else I wouldn't be listening). It has something of a rock side, decent singers, and a solid foundation.
(this format familiar to anybody? :)
A typical pre-season day goes somewhat like this.
At 5:00 this morning, and several morning before, Dad woke me up and asked if I wanted to go exercising. My response was somewhat typical, "mmph." Not that it would make a difference, unless I happened to have some physical (not mental) reason to not get up that early to work out.
Details aren't important here. Mostly, I made it through the morning, as always, somewhat tired but better off in the end. Reading material is almost unlimited around here, so I normally take some sort of science fiction book (preferably Isaac Asimov) along to read while running on the elliptical.
After getting back at 6:30, Mom fixes breakfast, we both read the paper, and then all three of us go separate ways, Dad to work, Mom to a shower, and myself to either reading, sleeping (try getting up that early and not napping!), or checking emails. In fact, this lasts until 9 AM or so, at which point I decide that it might be worthwhile to do something that looks useful. Just the other day, I was on the computer most of the day (with the exception of Lunch) looking for computers (O_o) that Mom might like. Today, I had to catch up on several assignments and updates from a couple separate sources of debate homework.
Days like these are so weird: An hour of worthwhile something, followed by maybe half an hour of not much, succeeded by perhaps some random computer game. And I have to admit -- they're weird partially because I've made them so. But there are the factors of A) Andrew not being around, B) Ross not being around, therefore C) Three girls in particular drive me to leave off usefulness in search of peace and quiet. It doesn't always work :(
Today, as previously mentioned, I started some assignments, finished others, updated some more, and searched Google for a solution to a .docx problem. Lunch came eventually. The afternoon was a good deal less productive for myself (if indeed you can call that productivity), with a good deal more goofing off until 4:45, when I drove (with a front seat driver-passenger and a back seat library-goer) to a party at a friend's house. I suppose I must say that it was "sort of" a party. Various homeschoolers milled about until receiving permission to jump into the pool, where they splashed around until dinner call. After a good dinner of hamburgers and hot dogs, a meeting was called and an order established among the 16 teens on the yearbook staff. I was graciously appointed, by a pre-meeting conference among the editor-in-chief (chief for short) and two advisers, to Sports assistant editor, with two underlings.
Make of it what you will. I'm (almost) perfectly neutral on the matter.
No decisions were enforced producing my direction of an automobile back home. Mom drove. Showers were taken and some television was watched. I decided that one hour was enough to get my clothes folded, and I didn't care to hear any more about corpse techs, thankyouverymuch. So I returned to the computer (O_o), to finish this post which I had started before said party. I was suspended in my attempts by new developments on my Google home page, and saddened to the point where I couldn't finish unaffected (I still can't). So here I sit, typing about latest developments of life, thinking that it might change your mind about something. :)
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Well (a deep subject is started upon), this editor business is not the only position of authority I have received recently. Many weeks ago I was requested to join the ICom student council (an honor to be so considered! there are only so many elder debaters, though). I expressed an interest, if somewhat limited by the fact that the meetings generally occur in person in Houston. To my pleasure, it appeared this Monday that I was accepted for Support VP (did I mention that there are three other VPs?). Support meaning, in this situation, mostly moral and morale support for anybody and everybody. Not my particular bag of chips (Outoftheblue, I know) for leadership position, but the best position for a person is not always the one they like. Not that it matters, I didn't even know the positions, much less my preference to one or another. I'm still somewhat neutral toward said position, though it is warming up to me some.
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This isn't exactly experimentation, but it's not so typical. Hey, I'm just going for alternative ways of writing a blog post. :)
This is a closing comment. Goodnight, good morning, good afternoon, it all applies.
Godspeed.
-Petr
Post-production update.
Got the new Relient K album. I like it.
How about not having the beginning of a semester? Yeah, I know. Maybe it would be considered off easy, but I personally think of it as "vacation time". Working through the summer has its ups and downs, and this is one of the ups.
Maybe.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Currently listening to Evanescence. I can guess at the various responses to it, but I kind of like them(or else I wouldn't be listening). It has something of a rock side, decent singers, and a solid foundation.
(this format familiar to anybody? :)
A typical pre-season day goes somewhat like this.
At 5:00 this morning, and several morning before, Dad woke me up and asked if I wanted to go exercising. My response was somewhat typical, "mmph." Not that it would make a difference, unless I happened to have some physical (not mental) reason to not get up that early to work out.
Details aren't important here. Mostly, I made it through the morning, as always, somewhat tired but better off in the end. Reading material is almost unlimited around here, so I normally take some sort of science fiction book (preferably Isaac Asimov) along to read while running on the elliptical.
After getting back at 6:30, Mom fixes breakfast, we both read the paper, and then all three of us go separate ways, Dad to work, Mom to a shower, and myself to either reading, sleeping (try getting up that early and not napping!), or checking emails. In fact, this lasts until 9 AM or so, at which point I decide that it might be worthwhile to do something that looks useful. Just the other day, I was on the computer most of the day (with the exception of Lunch) looking for computers (O_o) that Mom might like. Today, I had to catch up on several assignments and updates from a couple separate sources of debate homework.
Days like these are so weird: An hour of worthwhile something, followed by maybe half an hour of not much, succeeded by perhaps some random computer game. And I have to admit -- they're weird partially because I've made them so. But there are the factors of A) Andrew not being around, B) Ross not being around, therefore C) Three girls in particular drive me to leave off usefulness in search of peace and quiet. It doesn't always work :(
Today, as previously mentioned, I started some assignments, finished others, updated some more, and searched Google for a solution to a .docx problem. Lunch came eventually. The afternoon was a good deal less productive for myself (if indeed you can call that productivity), with a good deal more goofing off until 4:45, when I drove (with a front seat driver-passenger and a back seat library-goer) to a party at a friend's house. I suppose I must say that it was "sort of" a party. Various homeschoolers milled about until receiving permission to jump into the pool, where they splashed around until dinner call. After a good dinner of hamburgers and hot dogs, a meeting was called and an order established among the 16 teens on the yearbook staff. I was graciously appointed, by a pre-meeting conference among the editor-in-chief (chief for short) and two advisers, to Sports assistant editor, with two underlings.
Make of it what you will. I'm (almost) perfectly neutral on the matter.
No decisions were enforced producing my direction of an automobile back home. Mom drove. Showers were taken and some television was watched. I decided that one hour was enough to get my clothes folded, and I didn't care to hear any more about corpse techs, thankyouverymuch. So I returned to the computer (O_o), to finish this post which I had started before said party. I was suspended in my attempts by new developments on my Google home page, and saddened to the point where I couldn't finish unaffected (I still can't). So here I sit, typing about latest developments of life, thinking that it might change your mind about something. :)
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Well (a deep subject is started upon), this editor business is not the only position of authority I have received recently. Many weeks ago I was requested to join the ICom student council (an honor to be so considered! there are only so many elder debaters, though). I expressed an interest, if somewhat limited by the fact that the meetings generally occur in person in Houston. To my pleasure, it appeared this Monday that I was accepted for Support VP (did I mention that there are three other VPs?). Support meaning, in this situation, mostly moral and morale support for anybody and everybody. Not my particular bag of chips (Outoftheblue, I know) for leadership position, but the best position for a person is not always the one they like. Not that it matters, I didn't even know the positions, much less my preference to one or another. I'm still somewhat neutral toward said position, though it is warming up to me some.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
This isn't exactly experimentation, but it's not so typical. Hey, I'm just going for alternative ways of writing a blog post. :)
This is a closing comment. Goodnight, good morning, good afternoon, it all applies.
Godspeed.
-Petr
Post-production update.
Got the new Relient K album. I like it.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Such as you make it
Hello again! Long time no see, perhaps? Well, see the last post and maybe you'll find out why!
Yep, I was gone three weeks. Not straight, I had internet access now and then, but as a general rule, I was fairly cut off from *all this*. Yes you know what I mean. If you don't, just make it up.
I don't like posting pictures of myself on this blog. It's just not my way. But, since one or another wanted to see this, or something like it
See? No braces! That's old news.
See my profile for the other one.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Glad to get that over with.
Here's something from Andrew, whether he likes it or not.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKma07ugFnk
And yes he is in there. Watch carefully
____________________________________________________________________________________
I've put this off long enough. Mom's only bugged me... twice now? I think I normally get more than two before I write a new post. Old news.
Something before the major operation: On the 27th, a trip to Dallas, to visit our grandparents and several relatives. I forget what exactly happened, but generally that means a trip to half-price books and plenty of reading. Some napping is usually involved as well. We left the Tuesday after.
"It" started on a the next morning, 30th of July. That morning, Dad and I left for Oklahoma, specifically Stillwater. Long, fairly uneventful trip, myself driving roughly 5/8 (starting at the south end of the turnpike). I care not to comment further(good or bad). It was interesting to see what happened because we weren't expected until 24 hours later... but Evelyn knows more about that than I do.
F.B. put together such a nice post earlier about these couple days. I can hardly improve upon it. :)
Ok, so yes I have a couple comments. Logan had quite a few people over to his house Saturday night for Indiana Jones. "We" (various parties, always including Laura Stephen and I) spent a couple afternoons swimming at the Y.
Small side note: Football doesn't start with "ultimate", as far as I know. The nerf game was real, like a 4 player ultimate frisbee with a nerf ball in the water.
Unfortunately, I had to leave Sunday morning for PIne cOve. I have to admit (in fact would like to say), for a non-denominational Christian camp, they are reforming. It was worthwhile (as opposed to previous trips).
And aside from that, in general, it's a really cool camp. (on lake Palestine!)
Another slight break, getting back Saturday the 9th, and leaving the next morning with Joshua Jones for Nathan's house (Caleb and Mrs. Jones going along for the drive). This was sort of our birthday present to him, staying there until the Wednesday Mrs. Reynolds debate camp started. Much playing of computer games, some airsoft, some trampoline-ing, and watching Olympics. To any observer, it would appear like a large waste of time, but all three of us knew better than that. ;)
We actually did go to a homeschool group open house to show off for ICom (our speech and debate club), meet some old friends, make one or two new.
Wednesday at around noon, Mrs. Noman came by to pick up the three of us to take us to the Reynolds' (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!). And of course it is difficult to properly explain that. A whole bunch of debate materials went forth. Andrew Roybler and Samantha Nasser gave a large group of debaters (almost all of whom I had known from previous encounters) many lectures on the many points of debating. And best, afterwards, we went swimming and skiing on the (professional man-made ski) lake! After sunset, the crowd (maybe 20 people) played volleyball until 10(stopping only for ice cream and showers).
I suppose you may have noticed my temporary priorities. I guess I'll have to focus more this year than previous, being my last. :'(
Anyhow, I'm back now. Still tired from these past weeks of late nights.
I'm sure I've missed a lot. Tell me about it. No really.
-Petr
Yep, I was gone three weeks. Not straight, I had internet access now and then, but as a general rule, I was fairly cut off from *all this*. Yes you know what I mean. If you don't, just make it up.
I don't like posting pictures of myself on this blog. It's just not my way. But, since one or another wanted to see this, or something like it
See? No braces! That's old news.
See my profile for the other one.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Glad to get that over with.
Here's something from Andrew, whether he likes it or not.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKma07ugFnk
And yes he is in there. Watch carefully
____________________________________________________________________________________
I've put this off long enough. Mom's only bugged me... twice now? I think I normally get more than two before I write a new post. Old news.
Something before the major operation: On the 27th, a trip to Dallas, to visit our grandparents and several relatives. I forget what exactly happened, but generally that means a trip to half-price books and plenty of reading. Some napping is usually involved as well. We left the Tuesday after.
"It" started on a the next morning, 30th of July. That morning, Dad and I left for Oklahoma, specifically Stillwater. Long, fairly uneventful trip, myself driving roughly 5/8 (starting at the south end of the turnpike). I care not to comment further(good or bad). It was interesting to see what happened because we weren't expected until 24 hours later... but Evelyn knows more about that than I do.
F.B. put together such a nice post earlier about these couple days. I can hardly improve upon it. :)
Ok, so yes I have a couple comments. Logan had quite a few people over to his house Saturday night for Indiana Jones. "We" (various parties, always including Laura Stephen and I) spent a couple afternoons swimming at the Y.
Small side note: Football doesn't start with "ultimate", as far as I know. The nerf game was real, like a 4 player ultimate frisbee with a nerf ball in the water.
Unfortunately, I had to leave Sunday morning for PIne cOve. I have to admit (in fact would like to say), for a non-denominational Christian camp, they are reforming. It was worthwhile (as opposed to previous trips).
And aside from that, in general, it's a really cool camp. (on lake Palestine!)
Another slight break, getting back Saturday the 9th, and leaving the next morning with Joshua Jones for Nathan's house (Caleb and Mrs. Jones going along for the drive). This was sort of our birthday present to him, staying there until the Wednesday Mrs. Reynolds debate camp started. Much playing of computer games, some airsoft, some trampoline-ing, and watching Olympics. To any observer, it would appear like a large waste of time, but all three of us knew better than that. ;)
We actually did go to a homeschool group open house to show off for ICom (our speech and debate club), meet some old friends, make one or two new.
Wednesday at around noon, Mrs. Noman came by to pick up the three of us to take us to the Reynolds' (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!). And of course it is difficult to properly explain that. A whole bunch of debate materials went forth. Andrew Roybler and Samantha Nasser gave a large group of debaters (almost all of whom I had known from previous encounters) many lectures on the many points of debating. And best, afterwards, we went swimming and skiing on the (professional man-made ski) lake! After sunset, the crowd (maybe 20 people) played volleyball until 10(stopping only for ice cream and showers).
I suppose you may have noticed my temporary priorities. I guess I'll have to focus more this year than previous, being my last. :'(
Anyhow, I'm back now. Still tired from these past weeks of late nights.
I'm sure I've missed a lot. Tell me about it. No really.
-Petr
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Did you get the memo
Andrew got a blog? At the bottom of the last post. I suppose I should put it at the top if I wanted it to be read...
anyhow, how about a little traffic for the departing hero?
http://www.hippobirdy.blogspot.com/
Another memo for you.
3 weeks. That's how long I'll be gone. Big plans, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a step toward the car. Unfortunately, this means I'll have to do some driving. Oh BOY.
And another memo.
Letsee, Dallas (mostly Mom's side of the family), Oklahoma (Stillwater, here we come! Ohyeah, that would be Dad's side), pĩn cőv (or are those the wrong special characters?), and finally, South Texas for debate camp.
So those are the memos. Questions, comments? THAT'S TOO BAD! :)
(just post something, if you must)
-Petr
anyhow, how about a little traffic for the departing hero?
http://www.hippobirdy.blogspot.com/
Another memo for you.
3 weeks. That's how long I'll be gone. Big plans, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a step toward the car. Unfortunately, this means I'll have to do some driving. Oh BOY.
And another memo.
Letsee, Dallas (mostly Mom's side of the family), Oklahoma (Stillwater, here we come! Ohyeah, that would be Dad's side), pĩn cőv (or are those the wrong special characters?), and finally, South Texas for debate camp.
So those are the memos. Questions, comments? THAT'S TOO BAD! :)
(just post something, if you must)
-Petr
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Lea-who?
Ever try listening to Leahy while driving? Ok, how about Leahy played at 30, plus a little amplification from the mp3 player?
Stoney Lake & Juniper Island)
Moment
A little something about gerbils. They don't appear to use their brain to demonstrate wisdom: "What's this, a wheel!? Food! Wow, something to chew on! What's this, a wheel?!" But, they're a bit smarter. My own personal experience is that Esther (or Nathan I called him) would indicate when he wanted to go back to his cage by first nibbling and then biting me (grr, that hurt), and that he got used to being carried eventually (but it took him forever to get over the fact that he's not exactly on solid ground). The latest hyper gerbil (also used to being carried, became so a lot faster) will actually attempt to move in the general direction of his cage, if he can see it. According to Mom (best research ever -- google didn't help me here), gerbils have quite a bit of maze memory. But I still can't get over their "Up! Down. Up! Down. Poke poke... Up! Down."
So yeah, something random for you.
Relient K --Devastation And Reform
Fear can drive stick
And it's taken me down this road
A road, down which, I swore I'd never go
And here, I sit
Thinking of God-knows-what
Afraid to admit I might self-destruct
So lock the windows and bolt the door
'Cause I've got enough problems without creating more
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct
But in the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
An injury I'll caust with my own fist
It seems to me to be slightly masochistic
But there'd be no story without all this dissension
So I inflict the conflict with the utmost of intention
So lock the windows and bolt the door
'Cause I've got enough problems without creating more
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct
But in the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
Thank-you, God, for giving me an insight
So I might make these wrongs right
If and when, there ever is a next time
'Cause failure is a blessing in disguise
Pull my heart out, reconstruct
In the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
A shell of what I had when I first started
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct
But in the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
*************************************************************************************
So you wants to hear about summer camp, does you? Ahh tells yah, it's a long story. (made shorter! :-)
So we leave here Sunday afternoon, after much loading and hauling and such and such to try and get everything we need into the appropriate vehicle, and deciding we didn't need this that or that (which incidentally we did need). After a 30-60 minute drive with lots of chattering, we get there and wait for another hour or so for the paperwork to go through. When we finally get done, we have just enough time to get our swim checks and get to dinner. And no, nobody could say "oh your the SPL aren't you" to me. I'm just not obvious enough.
The rest of that day was mostly setup, with a little bit of fun later on in the evening. No, I can't remember what it was, but I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be fun. Or else that was our evening off to setup camp.
The rest of the week went generally like this:
WAKEUP!
Meritbadge classes 7:something - roughly 12
LUNCH! (yum)
more Meritbadge classes 2:00- roughly 4, except for those unfortunate few who had bonus period classes. But I really needed that MB! *sigh* I so wanted to swim that week :(
5:15-6:00 get ready for and goto flagceremony + dinner
afterdinner: some sort of campwide games, activities, so on. This included...
Campfire Sunday (staffer intro, staffer skits, staffers show);
Campwide games (duh -- but they made you sign up for it! So unusual. Previously you could just show up for this sort of thing. And we did, and they acted like we didn't have to sign up, just whoever showed up played -- couple exceptions) Monday;
something tuesday (my memory escapes me);
commisioners campfires (4 different "campfires" where the troops got to show off their skits jokes songs etc. to be picked for the big campfire) Wednesday;
Cobbler cookoff, scoutmaster guitar hero competition (which our scoutmaster won by a huge margin -- he even almost beat the resident staff champion), an ice cream social, and a special SPL thing (see below) Thursday;
Family day/closing campfire, at which the troops got to show off. We got chosen to do this for our quarter of the camp, I know for sure. For some odd reason, the camp director called the wrong skits from each commissioner site, had somehow obtained the wrong list. And then if that wasn't enough, the whole thing got rained out and we moved to a large shelter (helter skelter), at which point the Order of the Arrow (wierdos that they are -- yes I mean that) started their call-out.
Saturday was fairly easy. We got up, had a come-and-go breakfast, which we (being the ideal troop that we are) showed up at exactly the right time and all in uniform. We thereafter broke up camp, took a few pictures, got an approval of departure from the office & commissioner, and departed. Putting things back in the scout hut was terrible, we just sort of threw it all in. A reorganization has been on the agenda for a while (postponed by wasps at the last meeting).
My days were far from typical. I had to wake everybody up, make sure they were all ready, and then get ready myself. As told before, mostly everything was my responsibility, except for the few times that I could successfully delegate and Jesse graciously intervened (THANKYOUSOMUCH). After hustling them all to and from breakfast, myself and a band of brothers (two other elder scouts) went to C.O.P.E (challenging outdoor personal experience -- another story by itself) and stayed there until lunchtime. Most of 342 could get there without my help, thankfully enough, since I was almost always late. After lunch and 30 minutes of cool-down, the 3 of us went off to our next mb class, climbing, a strenuous merit badge that requires you to almost be able to run the whole system without authorized personnel. Fun, but difficult. From there, one of our crew, who didn't have to get this particular merit badge, spent his free time like free time. Jonathan and I went to the back of the scoutmasters lodge for a citizenship in the nation merit badge during free time. It may have been worth it. I don't know yet. From then on, it was pretty easy, get to dinner, get to whatever post-dinner stuff is going on, up until about 11 pm when I would tell everyone to be quiet, and nobody would be quiet. Suddenly (after many hours, but suddenly) the next day would start.
This small SPL special deal? Every SPL from every troop had to work together to retrieve a "secret file" on a computer in a cabin in the woods. The challenge was working together such to not set off the laser tripwires (real deal here) and be captured by staffers in black, get inside, get the dealie and get out, yet again without tripping anything. Half or more of the group, against all suggestions, came bumbling up to the cabin and set off everything. I tripped. So for the next half hour, we (2/3 of the SPLs) sat around waiting for the rest to either run out of time or be captured. It would be interesting, to be sure, if better executed, maybe one at a time, but....
Did I mention the OA? Abominable. Some scoutmaster thought that BSA needed an honor system, for those outstanding guys. Well, I can live with that. But then he and his associates had to use the Native American (politically correct way of saying the indians) system for their ceremonies!! So the entire thing is based around people dressed up weird calling on the "spirits in the sky" to make these special scouts special. *shudders*
Needless to say, being a Christian, homeschooled trooop (NACHEA supports us, owns the equipment), we never participate, and the ceremonies are bland.
*************************************************************************************
Andrew (Admiral Nelson, Hippobirdy) has a blog! www.hippobirdy.blogspot.com
Or just use my handy sidebar link
*************************************************************************************
That's all, folks.
-Petr
Edit: Finally got rid of that annoying red lettering!
Another Edit: Does anybody know if Relient K has a new album? I think it's called the Bird and the Bee sides. Hmm. Worth researching.
Stoney Lake & Juniper Island)
MomentA little something about gerbils. They don't appear to use their brain to demonstrate wisdom: "What's this, a wheel!? Food! Wow, something to chew on! What's this, a wheel?!" But, they're a bit smarter. My own personal experience is that Esther (or Nathan I called him) would indicate when he wanted to go back to his cage by first nibbling and then biting me (grr, that hurt), and that he got used to being carried eventually (but it took him forever to get over the fact that he's not exactly on solid ground). The latest hyper gerbil (also used to being carried, became so a lot faster) will actually attempt to move in the general direction of his cage, if he can see it. According to Mom (best research ever -- google didn't help me here), gerbils have quite a bit of maze memory. But I still can't get over their "Up! Down. Up! Down. Poke poke... Up! Down."
So yeah, something random for you.
Relient K --
Devastation And ReformFear can drive stick
And it's taken me down this road
A road, down which, I swore I'd never go
And here, I sit
Thinking of God-knows-what
Afraid to admit I might self-destruct
So lock the windows and bolt the door
'Cause I've got enough problems without creating more
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct
But in the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
An injury I'll caust with my own fist
It seems to me to be slightly masochistic
But there'd be no story without all this dissension
So I inflict the conflict with the utmost of intention
So lock the windows and bolt the door
'Cause I've got enough problems without creating more
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct
But in the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
Thank-you, God, for giving me an insight
So I might make these wrongs right
If and when, there ever is a next time
'Cause failure is a blessing in disguise
Pull my heart out, reconstruct
In the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
A shell of what I had when I first started
I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love
And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out and reconstruct
But in the end, it's nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
*************************************************************************************
So you wants to hear about summer camp, does you? Ahh tells yah, it's a long story. (made shorter! :-)
So we leave here Sunday afternoon, after much loading and hauling and such and such to try and get everything we need into the appropriate vehicle, and deciding we didn't need this that or that (which incidentally we did need). After a 30-60 minute drive with lots of chattering, we get there and wait for another hour or so for the paperwork to go through. When we finally get done, we have just enough time to get our swim checks and get to dinner. And no, nobody could say "oh your the SPL aren't you" to me. I'm just not obvious enough.
The rest of that day was mostly setup, with a little bit of fun later on in the evening. No, I can't remember what it was, but I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be fun. Or else that was our evening off to setup camp.
The rest of the week went generally like this:
WAKEUP!
Meritbadge classes 7:something - roughly 12
LUNCH! (yum)
more Meritbadge classes 2:00- roughly 4, except for those unfortunate few who had bonus period classes. But I really needed that MB! *sigh* I so wanted to swim that week :(
5:15-6:00 get ready for and goto flagceremony + dinner
afterdinner: some sort of campwide games, activities, so on. This included...
Campfire Sunday (staffer intro, staffer skits, staffers show);
Campwide games (duh -- but they made you sign up for it! So unusual. Previously you could just show up for this sort of thing. And we did, and they acted like we didn't have to sign up, just whoever showed up played -- couple exceptions) Monday;
something tuesday (my memory escapes me);
commisioners campfires (4 different "campfires" where the troops got to show off their skits jokes songs etc. to be picked for the big campfire) Wednesday;
Cobbler cookoff, scoutmaster guitar hero competition (which our scoutmaster won by a huge margin -- he even almost beat the resident staff champion), an ice cream social, and a special SPL thing (see below) Thursday;
Family day/closing campfire, at which the troops got to show off. We got chosen to do this for our quarter of the camp, I know for sure. For some odd reason, the camp director called the wrong skits from each commissioner site, had somehow obtained the wrong list. And then if that wasn't enough, the whole thing got rained out and we moved to a large shelter (helter skelter), at which point the Order of the Arrow (wierdos that they are -- yes I mean that) started their call-out.
Saturday was fairly easy. We got up, had a come-and-go breakfast, which we (being the ideal troop that we are) showed up at exactly the right time and all in uniform. We thereafter broke up camp, took a few pictures, got an approval of departure from the office & commissioner, and departed. Putting things back in the scout hut was terrible, we just sort of threw it all in. A reorganization has been on the agenda for a while (postponed by wasps at the last meeting).
My days were far from typical. I had to wake everybody up, make sure they were all ready, and then get ready myself. As told before, mostly everything was my responsibility, except for the few times that I could successfully delegate and Jesse graciously intervened (THANKYOUSOMUCH). After hustling them all to and from breakfast, myself and a band of brothers (two other elder scouts) went to C.O.P.E (challenging outdoor personal experience -- another story by itself) and stayed there until lunchtime. Most of 342 could get there without my help, thankfully enough, since I was almost always late. After lunch and 30 minutes of cool-down, the 3 of us went off to our next mb class, climbing, a strenuous merit badge that requires you to almost be able to run the whole system without authorized personnel. Fun, but difficult. From there, one of our crew, who didn't have to get this particular merit badge, spent his free time like free time. Jonathan and I went to the back of the scoutmasters lodge for a citizenship in the nation merit badge during free time. It may have been worth it. I don't know yet. From then on, it was pretty easy, get to dinner, get to whatever post-dinner stuff is going on, up until about 11 pm when I would tell everyone to be quiet, and nobody would be quiet. Suddenly (after many hours, but suddenly) the next day would start.
This small SPL special deal? Every SPL from every troop had to work together to retrieve a "secret file" on a computer in a cabin in the woods. The challenge was working together such to not set off the laser tripwires (real deal here) and be captured by staffers in black, get inside, get the dealie and get out, yet again without tripping anything. Half or more of the group, against all suggestions, came bumbling up to the cabin and set off everything. I tripped. So for the next half hour, we (2/3 of the SPLs) sat around waiting for the rest to either run out of time or be captured. It would be interesting, to be sure, if better executed, maybe one at a time, but....
Did I mention the OA? Abominable. Some scoutmaster thought that BSA needed an honor system, for those outstanding guys. Well, I can live with that. But then he and his associates had to use the Native American (politically correct way of saying the indians) system for their ceremonies!! So the entire thing is based around people dressed up weird calling on the "spirits in the sky" to make these special scouts special. *shudders*
Needless to say, being a Christian, homeschooled trooop (NACHEA supports us, owns the equipment), we never participate, and the ceremonies are bland.
*************************************************************************************
Andrew (Admiral Nelson, Hippobirdy) has a blog! www.hippobirdy.blogspot.com
Or just use my handy sidebar link
*************************************************************************************
That's all, folks.
-Petr
Edit: Finally got rid of that annoying red lettering!
Another Edit: Does anybody know if Relient K has a new album? I think it's called the Bird and the Bee sides. Hmm. Worth researching.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Placeholder #1
This is a placeholder. It's holding my place, did you notice? :D
My attempts to scrounge up a post on the web log have failed up until this point. I hate to continue this failure, considering my faithful readers have waited so long. :(
But I assure you, further attempts will be made. Being nominated for Secretary of State does not make one a better speech writer, nor even a better blog writer. For some, it is merely more material to type (*cough cough* er, write) about.
Off topic slightly. This is, for all intents and purposes, a post to hold my place. Yep. Fer sure. Mayhaps in the next few posts, I could manage to get hold of somebody's pictures from the great camp attended during summer, at which I had the excellent privilege and responsibility of acting as a high-and-mighty senior patrol leader (needless to say, being my first experience as high-and-mighty, I wasn't too pleased).
I am now satisfied.
-Petr
My attempts to scrounge up a post on the web log have failed up until this point. I hate to continue this failure, considering my faithful readers have waited so long. :(
But I assure you, further attempts will be made. Being nominated for Secretary of State does not make one a better speech writer, nor even a better blog writer. For some, it is merely more material to type (*cough cough* er, write) about.
Off topic slightly. This is, for all intents and purposes, a post to hold my place. Yep. Fer sure. Mayhaps in the next few posts, I could manage to get hold of somebody's pictures from the great camp attended during summer, at which I had the excellent privilege and responsibility of acting as a high-and-mighty senior patrol leader (needless to say, being my first experience as high-and-mighty, I wasn't too pleased).
I am now satisfied.
-Petr
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Bits and pieces
*somewhat overdue*
Greetings, fair friends. Greetings, unfair and not so fair friends. I know you're lurking out there somewhere, so hi to you. :)
Summer is officially upon us! Me! And how long has it been since summer started? A month, month and a half? I suppose somebody will be here with the \official\ declaration of when it was/will be. And yet only now has it really arrived for me, seeing as how my workload has (appeared to) significantly decrease(d). I have time to update my blog, imagine that.
*BIT 1*
Andrew! Get on the ball! Time's a wasting, and you're Eagle Scout unavailable date is fast approaching! Just recently Andrew started and completed his Eagle Scout project, a demonstration of leadership skills, management skills, and cooperation. His project was to build (of all things) ballet props (fake houses). No, don't laugh, I'm serious and it seriously did make the working hours requirement. It was an incomparable improvement over what was left of their last set, and it took lots of time out of many schedules to complete. There are pictures!
http://picasaweb.google.com/okfearing/AndrewSEagleScoutProject
*BIT 2*
"I've got my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt" -Newsboys
This really made me think about how reformed churches in general are kind of "head in the clouds" sometimes. It is very interesting to hear and participate in the conversations involving how predestination works and why the presuppositional approach is better than the "scientific" approach to witnessing, but it sometimes gets too much. APPLICATION, FOLKS. That is all.
*BIT 3* And Beyond
So who's seen Indiana Jones? Chronicles of Narnia? I've seen the first, but not the second. Funny it is. I'll just spoil Indiana Jones then, shall I? I can't exactly say much about Narnia at this point.
DID YOU KNOW Indiana Jones went and GOT MARRIED?? Very un-typical of him! (well, let's not fail to mention his twenty year old son). And the aliens were kind of weird, but part of the plot. There were the compulsory few gruesome deaths, the capture, escape, capture, escape, and capture of Indiana Jones, and the villain that always sticks on his tail like glue. Strangely enough, the bad guys weren't Nazis.
I feel like a new chapter has begun, a new beginning for Troop 342. Another location, changing leadership and the likes, beginning with falling sentimentalities toward our hosted building's owners. My opinion of said place (private school, great reputation yet poor reputation) was not helped by their inconsistency when it came to our helping them (weird as that sounds).
For example, when one of our scouts put in a volleyball court as a project he suggested that they put concrete in, to protect from washouts. The interested party said no, it would be fine without concrete. Along comes great rain and washes out the volleyball court. They tear up the volleyball court and come asking said scout to rebuild using concrete. ^_^
Later still, and the source of much trouble, was when this private school decided to expand on their building. Much of our equipment is in a shed out behind their building, which they kindly allowed us to use the land to build on (raised on cinder blocks). Come the week before construction really begins, and they tell us the shed is too close to the expanded portion. Note the words "a week before construction". They also say that should we fail to move the shed, they will /probably/ knock it off it's blocks and drag it to a temporary location, with all the equipment inside. We're still waiting for the outcome, and praying for someone to help us move the shed.
This is where the new beginning comes in. A new location, a church, is allowing us to use their building to hold meetings and even provided a place for the shed. New leadership comes in the form of myself, being promoted shortly to Senior Patrol Leader. I hardly feel senior, much less senior patrol leader (essentially scout leadership responsible for everything). I shall do my best.
And so far I've done fairly well as patrol leader (one of the underlings of the SPL, in charge of at most 5-7 guys in a patrol). I have plans established for the upcoming Scout summer camp at Pirtle (at which our current SPL will be unavailable, making me the acting SPL). Significant, far reaching plans. And as for organization of these nutters, I'm not sure yet. ;)
Oh yeah, and I got my braces off.
-Petr
Greetings, fair friends. Greetings, unfair and not so fair friends. I know you're lurking out there somewhere, so hi to you. :)
Summer is officially upon us! Me! And how long has it been since summer started? A month, month and a half? I suppose somebody will be here with the \official\ declaration of when it was/will be. And yet only now has it really arrived for me, seeing as how my workload has (appeared to) significantly decrease(d). I have time to update my blog, imagine that.
*BIT 1*
Andrew! Get on the ball! Time's a wasting, and you're Eagle Scout unavailable date is fast approaching! Just recently Andrew started and completed his Eagle Scout project, a demonstration of leadership skills, management skills, and cooperation. His project was to build (of all things) ballet props (fake houses). No, don't laugh, I'm serious and it seriously did make the working hours requirement. It was an incomparable improvement over what was left of their last set, and it took lots of time out of many schedules to complete. There are pictures!
http://picasaweb.google.com/okfearing/AndrewSEagleScoutProject
*BIT 2*
"I've got my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt" -Newsboys
This really made me think about how reformed churches in general are kind of "head in the clouds" sometimes. It is very interesting to hear and participate in the conversations involving how predestination works and why the presuppositional approach is better than the "scientific" approach to witnessing, but it sometimes gets too much. APPLICATION, FOLKS. That is all.
*BIT 3* And Beyond
So who's seen Indiana Jones? Chronicles of Narnia? I've seen the first, but not the second. Funny it is. I'll just spoil Indiana Jones then, shall I? I can't exactly say much about Narnia at this point.
DID YOU KNOW Indiana Jones went and GOT MARRIED?? Very un-typical of him! (well, let's not fail to mention his twenty year old son). And the aliens were kind of weird, but part of the plot. There were the compulsory few gruesome deaths, the capture, escape, capture, escape, and capture of Indiana Jones, and the villain that always sticks on his tail like glue. Strangely enough, the bad guys weren't Nazis.
I feel like a new chapter has begun, a new beginning for Troop 342. Another location, changing leadership and the likes, beginning with falling sentimentalities toward our hosted building's owners. My opinion of said place (private school, great reputation yet poor reputation) was not helped by their inconsistency when it came to our helping them (weird as that sounds).
For example, when one of our scouts put in a volleyball court as a project he suggested that they put concrete in, to protect from washouts. The interested party said no, it would be fine without concrete. Along comes great rain and washes out the volleyball court. They tear up the volleyball court and come asking said scout to rebuild using concrete. ^_^
Later still, and the source of much trouble, was when this private school decided to expand on their building. Much of our equipment is in a shed out behind their building, which they kindly allowed us to use the land to build on (raised on cinder blocks). Come the week before construction really begins, and they tell us the shed is too close to the expanded portion. Note the words "a week before construction". They also say that should we fail to move the shed, they will /probably/ knock it off it's blocks and drag it to a temporary location, with all the equipment inside. We're still waiting for the outcome, and praying for someone to help us move the shed.
This is where the new beginning comes in. A new location, a church, is allowing us to use their building to hold meetings and even provided a place for the shed. New leadership comes in the form of myself, being promoted shortly to Senior Patrol Leader. I hardly feel senior, much less senior patrol leader (essentially scout leadership responsible for everything). I shall do my best.
And so far I've done fairly well as patrol leader (one of the underlings of the SPL, in charge of at most 5-7 guys in a patrol). I have plans established for the upcoming Scout summer camp at Pirtle (at which our current SPL will be unavailable, making me the acting SPL). Significant, far reaching plans. And as for organization of these nutters, I'm not sure yet. ;)
Oh yeah, and I got my braces off.
-Petr
Monday, May 26, 2008
The K's
Said I'd do this. Thought I'd make at least one more post of this type, possibly many more. (haha)
"Life after Death and Taxes"
~Relient K
Hey taxi, send me straight to the heart of it
The nucleus of politics was somebody
Somebody started it
Cause they taxed me with a scalpel piece by piece
they cut me deep and let me dry until there was nothing left to bleed
And this is how I choose to live
As if I'm jumping off a cliff
knowing that you'll save me [2x]
and after all the stupid things I did
there's nothing left that you'd forgive
because you already forgave me
yeah you already forgave me
Keep driving
leave this deceit miles behind me
so far back I'd have to wrap my mind in
just remind me
I can't try this to pick myself up
and then move on
think about the life I'll have
when this fragile one is gone.
Never forget
there's life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come
and all of the rest
is what passes away
Death and decay can't touch us now
Every breath that I inhale is followed by exhaling traps the one who never failed
I know you'll never failed me
Never forget
there's life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come
and all of the rest
it just passes away
Death and decay can't touch us now
http://youtube.com/watch?v=t_jj5bzkBQ0
Napster removed it and a couple other albums, for reasons unknown. :(
And then I went and changed the blog look. Is this more or less cheerful? Can't have a somber blog now!
-Petr
"Life after Death and Taxes"
~Relient K
Hey taxi, send me straight to the heart of it
The nucleus of politics was somebody
Somebody started it
Cause they taxed me with a scalpel piece by piece
they cut me deep and let me dry until there was nothing left to bleed
And this is how I choose to live
As if I'm jumping off a cliff
knowing that you'll save me [2x]
and after all the stupid things I did
there's nothing left that you'd forgive
because you already forgave me
yeah you already forgave me
Keep driving
leave this deceit miles behind me
so far back I'd have to wrap my mind in
just remind me
I can't try this to pick myself up
and then move on
think about the life I'll have
when this fragile one is gone.
Never forget
there's life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come
and all of the rest
is what passes away
Death and decay can't touch us now
Every breath that I inhale is followed by exhaling traps the one who never failed
I know you'll never failed me
Never forget
there's life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come
and all of the rest
it just passes away
Death and decay can't touch us now
http://youtube.com/watch?v=t_jj5bzkBQ0
Napster removed it and a couple other albums, for reasons unknown. :(
And then I went and changed the blog look. Is this more or less cheerful? Can't have a somber blog now!
-Petr
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Mr. Smith
I might be doing this a lot in the near future.
Michael W. Smith "Rocketown"
A friday night affair out in the city heat
Always a party there along the sordid street
And it was guaranteed the place to be was rocketown
...
There came a certain man a stranger to the crowd
We didn't understand what he was all about
He walked a different pace so out of place in rocketown
What was his mission? Where was he going?
Why was his heart light always glowing?
All i was missing he stood there holding
What was his secret could i know it?
Rocketown
(napster is so much better than youtube. And make sure you let it popup the player)
Edit:
youtube version. The best I could find wasn't great though.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ANNdVi6GcEs
Michael W. Smith "Rocketown"
A friday night affair out in the city heat
Always a party there along the sordid street
And it was guaranteed the place to be was rocketown
...
There came a certain man a stranger to the crowd
We didn't understand what he was all about
He walked a different pace so out of place in rocketown
What was his mission? Where was he going?
Why was his heart light always glowing?
All i was missing he stood there holding
What was his secret could i know it?
Rocketown (napster is so much better than youtube. And make sure you let it popup the player)
Edit:
youtube version. The best I could find wasn't great though.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ANNdVi6GcEs
Monday, May 05, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Life -- again
Long overdue. Requested at least once, probably twice (or ... *gasp* more?!). Something like life for a while back.
BTW, did I mention the 21st was my 16th? Good.
Since I can't start at the beginning, I shall begin somewhere near the now, from April 22-26. In the last "post", I put a link to hundreds of pictures. Those hundreds of pictures actually came from another NCFCA tournament in Houston, the Regional invitational. I didn't actually compete, but that's beside the point. That Wednesday, we (the usual East Texas group of debaters, all 3 of us) had the privilege of watching court procedures for an adoption. Quick and easy, not much talking, all the paperwork had been done before. This particular adoption was a 3 year old being adopted by Mrs. Jones brother and his wife, the very same that we've been staying with for every Houston tournament, and some other obscure details that I won't bother telling you the full story about. Anywho, it went well and Taylor is officially a B_____. Almost their entire family was there, and that's saying a lot. A lot of "howdy"s and "oh isn't Taylor cute in that jacket?!".
The adoption was "the other" reason for being there. The reason I was there was to watch and add moral support for Joshua, being the one that qualified for Regionals, but I have to admit there was a lot more than just him and his debating. There was Nathan, Rachel, Erika, and Kevin and their debating. :) And of course lots of speeches, as there always are. I timed 9 out of 12 speech and debate rounds. Starbucks giftcard, yaY! I shan't go into details right now about every speech and what they're all about, that's available upon request. Wednesday, we had an unofficial club meeting at Nathan's house. Thursday was a typical tournament day full of -- what else -- speaking and debating. Friday was the same. Saturday was finals day. Joshua and Rachel made it to octafinals, but no further, getting 11th and 13th (may be wrong). Rachel won 1st in OO!!
That was two weeks ago. Last week, strangely enough, was fairly uneventful, aside from Aunt Susan and Grayson (cousin, Uncle Mike and Aunt Ria went somewhere and Aunt Susan offered to bring him here for a couple days) coming Friday and leaving this afternoon. Also, yesterday, for the first time in ages, I managed to get out to the fields, wave flags, yell at uncooperative people, and get sunburned. That's right, refereeing soccer. The only reasons I ever do it is because I get paid and I'm often dragged along. But it went fairly well, and I was paid as usual.
Now it is almost 9:15. I would love to give you a blow by blow (love the thoroughness, F.B. ;) but I don't have it. More stuff tomorrow, if possible.
-Petr
BTW, did I mention the 21st was my 16th? Good.
Since I can't start at the beginning, I shall begin somewhere near the now, from April 22-26. In the last "post", I put a link to hundreds of pictures. Those hundreds of pictures actually came from another NCFCA tournament in Houston, the Regional invitational. I didn't actually compete, but that's beside the point. That Wednesday, we (the usual East Texas group of debaters, all 3 of us) had the privilege of watching court procedures for an adoption. Quick and easy, not much talking, all the paperwork had been done before. This particular adoption was a 3 year old being adopted by Mrs. Jones brother and his wife, the very same that we've been staying with for every Houston tournament, and some other obscure details that I won't bother telling you the full story about. Anywho, it went well and Taylor is officially a B_____. Almost their entire family was there, and that's saying a lot. A lot of "howdy"s and "oh isn't Taylor cute in that jacket?!".
The adoption was "the other" reason for being there. The reason I was there was to watch and add moral support for Joshua, being the one that qualified for Regionals, but I have to admit there was a lot more than just him and his debating. There was Nathan, Rachel, Erika, and Kevin and their debating. :) And of course lots of speeches, as there always are. I timed 9 out of 12 speech and debate rounds. Starbucks giftcard, yaY! I shan't go into details right now about every speech and what they're all about, that's available upon request. Wednesday, we had an unofficial club meeting at Nathan's house. Thursday was a typical tournament day full of -- what else -- speaking and debating. Friday was the same. Saturday was finals day. Joshua and Rachel made it to octafinals, but no further, getting 11th and 13th (may be wrong). Rachel won 1st in OO!!
That was two weeks ago. Last week, strangely enough, was fairly uneventful, aside from Aunt Susan and Grayson (cousin, Uncle Mike and Aunt Ria went somewhere and Aunt Susan offered to bring him here for a couple days) coming Friday and leaving this afternoon. Also, yesterday, for the first time in ages, I managed to get out to the fields, wave flags, yell at uncooperative people, and get sunburned. That's right, refereeing soccer. The only reasons I ever do it is because I get paid and I'm often dragged along. But it went fairly well, and I was paid as usual.
Now it is almost 9:15. I would love to give you a blow by blow (love the thoroughness, F.B. ;) but I don't have it. More stuff tomorrow, if possible.
-Petr
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Here's the deal
So here I am, back from another long trip, with another set of pictures. I like pictures. I hope you do too, because I am now posting "official links" to them.
http://picasaweb.google.com/pcfearing
Still somewhat wiped out. TTFN.
-Petr
http://picasaweb.google.com/pcfearing
Still somewhat wiped out. TTFN.
-Petr
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
You have no idea.
I wonder what I'm supposed to be doing right now. Probably something useful, like school, or maybe reading up on (oh yes, she finally got me to do it) The Driving Manual, or whatever it's called. Yes indeed, friends, I have been worked into starting to learn the skill of driving. Oh boy. No weirds jokes about "the roads are unsafe now", those will be considered SPAM until further notice. I can name a few people, places, and vehicles that are much less safe than some poor high school student. Don't make me.
Nice long paragraph, eh?
For the past two weeks, yours truly has been gone. That's right, you heard me: gone. Off in the great land of the debaters, speakers, and homeschoolers. You of the local area: you were actually asked about! Someone came up to me and said something like "is there a group of homeschoolers in your area?" (rabbit trail)
The next few posts will likely have pictures and/or descriptions of said trips deep into this "other world". Don't go away!
-Petr
Nice long paragraph, eh?
For the past two weeks, yours truly has been gone. That's right, you heard me: gone. Off in the great land of the debaters, speakers, and homeschoolers. You of the local area: you were actually asked about! Someone came up to me and said something like "is there a group of homeschoolers in your area?" (rabbit trail)
The next few posts will likely have pictures and/or descriptions of said trips deep into this "other world". Don't go away!
-Petr
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Post #63
Currently 70 degrees Fahrenheit, partly sunny. Possible chance of WHITE RABBITS.
Should you happen to check my blog before you check F.B.'s. Cause I'm sure she's probably white rabbited any poor souls that happen upon her blog this morning.
To be continued....
-Petr
Should you happen to check my blog before you check F.B.'s. Cause I'm sure she's probably white rabbited any poor souls that happen upon her blog this morning.
To be continued....
-Petr
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Who needs sleep
Me. That simple enough?
Happy Easter. And happy Thanksgiving, and merry Christmas. As I'm sure you know that every Lord's day is.
So about that thing people call real life. I happen to have one. It's not as real as it sometimes seems, and it's perhaps less real sometimes than it should be. And many debaters are sorely disappointed when it comes to call.
Ah, the analytical paper. I know, I know, two pages isn't much, and sure, it's about the evils of socialism (ever read The Jungle? *rolls of eyes*), which many people have much to say about. But that won't change the fact that I shall lament this paper until the day I'm done, until the day I'm gone into the wild blue yonder....
Debating. And such is (real?) life.
-Petr
Happy Easter. And happy Thanksgiving, and merry Christmas. As I'm sure you know that every Lord's day is.
So about that thing people call real life. I happen to have one. It's not as real as it sometimes seems, and it's perhaps less real sometimes than it should be. And many debaters are sorely disappointed when it comes to call.
Ah, the analytical paper. I know, I know, two pages isn't much, and sure, it's about the evils of socialism (ever read The Jungle? *rolls of eyes*), which many people have much to say about. But that won't change the fact that I shall lament this paper until the day I'm done, until the day I'm gone into the wild blue yonder....
Debating. And such is (real?) life.
-Petr
Friday, March 14, 2008
March! Already?
Whatever happened to February? And now we're on the verge of April! Gotta get some more posts up... but you already know that. :D
Recent events include: Debating in Houston, debating in Dallas, debating in Arkansas, canoeing trip, debating Joshua, debating Erika, debating empty air, rewriting cases, rewriting cases, researching...
Yeah. Anywho, the last debate tournament was in Houston, a national open. Anybody in the nation could come to this one. And come they did. Most of the people were from region 4 (this general area, several states in the south--I don't remember which ones...), but there was also a large group of "outsiders". I think the "outsiders" actually won both LD and TP, while the region 4 people struggled just to get to the outrounds. And of course there were the unfortunate many, who lost 5 out of their 6 rounds. :'(
All in a short 4 days. Much talking and visiting.
"Shut the door when you go through!"
Must you ask about daily life? Ok. But it's not all fun and games, I have to warn you.
The past few days (for me) have been mostly isolationism. Isolationism this, isolationism that, we need to isolate because of our oil dependence, can't because of the UN, should because of the UN, no way! Assertions all of it! Is NOT! Is too! And the rest of the time is either "typical" school (impossible trigonometric functions, redox chemistry, The Jungle) or just sitting. Plenty of extra time, just not enough motivation to post again.
The cats are shedding. And happy. The gerbil is eating as much as ever, and still chewing through half foot cardboard tubes in less than 10 minutes. "The Girls" all say hi to you too, Daisy.
Had I a picture, I would post it here.
-Petr
Recent events include: Debating in Houston, debating in Dallas, debating in Arkansas, canoeing trip, debating Joshua, debating Erika, debating empty air, rewriting cases, rewriting cases, researching...
Yeah. Anywho, the last debate tournament was in Houston, a national open. Anybody in the nation could come to this one. And come they did. Most of the people were from region 4 (this general area, several states in the south--I don't remember which ones...), but there was also a large group of "outsiders". I think the "outsiders" actually won both LD and TP, while the region 4 people struggled just to get to the outrounds. And of course there were the unfortunate many, who lost 5 out of their 6 rounds. :'(
All in a short 4 days. Much talking and visiting.
"Shut the door when you go through!"
Must you ask about daily life? Ok. But it's not all fun and games, I have to warn you.
The past few days (for me) have been mostly isolationism. Isolationism this, isolationism that, we need to isolate because of our oil dependence, can't because of the UN, should because of the UN, no way! Assertions all of it! Is NOT! Is too! And the rest of the time is either "typical" school (impossible trigonometric functions, redox chemistry, The Jungle) or just sitting. Plenty of extra time, just not enough motivation to post again.
The cats are shedding. And happy. The gerbil is eating as much as ever, and still chewing through half foot cardboard tubes in less than 10 minutes. "The Girls" all say hi to you too, Daisy.
Had I a picture, I would post it here.
-Petr
Thursday, February 28, 2008
QUESTION... er.
What do you plan to do with your extra day this year? Wash the car or something....
-Petr
P.S. No complaints to quality assurance will be accepted at this time. I assure you, I plan to type up an iffy post eventually.
-Petr
P.S. No complaints to quality assurance will be accepted at this time. I assure you, I plan to type up an iffy post eventually.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Some such day -- and undisturbed wandering
Did you know that valentine's day is one of my pet peeves? (well you do now)
It's reeeaaaallly quite pointless for anyone under the age of... say, 18 (being conservative here!). Why all these highschoolers are obsessed with it I'll never know. But needless to say, I have renamed February 14th. I call it "God's own time" day. ;)
SOOO ANYWHO.
Today was fairly productive in the general sense of the word. Productive:producing or capable of producing, yielding positive results. I spent a majority of the morning and a good deal of the afternoon scrubbing doors. Yep. Scrubba-dub-dub. With a wet rag, some degreaser, a "magic eraser", some "goo gone".... I would post some pictures! But I don't have any. Regardless, it was a major improvement. Many doors and walls still need paint touchups, and an occasional drywall repair.
The whole purpose of this (aside from breaking my back 25 times over) was to complete a requirement for the Family Life merit badge (more boy scouts!). This is a Eagle required MB, so I'll have to finish it at some point or another. The rest of the plan for this string of requirements is to have the entire family participate in a serious car washing. All cars, all cleaning. Let's do it!
Now playing: Random Michael W. Smith. No, this is not another hard Christian extreme ROCK person. His music is (NOT) older than Petra, milder than Newsboys, better lyrics than Relient K. Apply the universal knowledge of a google search for further details and maybe some youtube samples... or something. Yaaaah, right.
Technicality man. Nerdy? Slightly philosophical?? Hard core LD... er... wanna be. Hey, that was just a setback! I might get to regionals this year! I won the "Hope of the Future" award! (that really was something my debate coach gave me last year. It came with a Marble Slab Creamery gift card)
And I finally finished that Woodstock latchook that you saw me working on so long ago, Arwen. It makes a nice pillow now.
-Petr
It's reeeaaaallly quite pointless for anyone under the age of... say, 18 (being conservative here!). Why all these highschoolers are obsessed with it I'll never know. But needless to say, I have renamed February 14th. I call it "God's own time" day. ;)
SOOO ANYWHO.
Today was fairly productive in the general sense of the word. Productive:producing or capable of producing, yielding positive results. I spent a majority of the morning and a good deal of the afternoon scrubbing doors. Yep. Scrubba-dub-dub. With a wet rag, some degreaser, a "magic eraser", some "goo gone".... I would post some pictures! But I don't have any. Regardless, it was a major improvement. Many doors and walls still need paint touchups, and an occasional drywall repair.
The whole purpose of this (aside from breaking my back 25 times over) was to complete a requirement for the Family Life merit badge (more boy scouts!). This is a Eagle required MB, so I'll have to finish it at some point or another. The rest of the plan for this string of requirements is to have the entire family participate in a serious car washing. All cars, all cleaning. Let's do it!
Now playing: Random Michael W. Smith. No, this is not another hard Christian extreme ROCK person. His music is (NOT) older than Petra, milder than Newsboys, better lyrics than Relient K. Apply the universal knowledge of a google search for further details and maybe some youtube samples... or something. Yaaaah, right.
Technicality man. Nerdy? Slightly philosophical?? Hard core LD... er... wanna be. Hey, that was just a setback! I might get to regionals this year! I won the "Hope of the Future" award! (that really was something my debate coach gave me last year. It came with a Marble Slab Creamery gift card)
And I finally finished that Woodstock latchook that you saw me working on so long ago, Arwen. It makes a nice pillow now.
-Petr
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Brief note (re-verbed)
Imagine that. I have this nice big long post on the 31st, a notice on the 1st, and all you (not you-- you) can say is "is that it?" Have patience, my friend. :)
Notice for webbers and bloggers reading: I don't like to respond to comments with comments. I mean, who comments on their own post? Don't answer that literally. I know a few people too.
Yes I got an email. Yes I read it. Yes I am waiting expectantly and hopefully for a brandnewunlostreallygood cd. The last one, of course, disappeared. Searched the house, scoured the house, stripped the wallpaper looking for said cd (the house is painted mostly, so that wasn't really a big deal) . Looked in the place where it should be. Couldn't find it. So I ask for it. And it comes. :)
I'll find a good picture now and post it for your enjoyment.
Somewhere in Germany
For surely that is the point of this blog? For viewer/reader enjoyment? Surely not!? Now I have some point besides just typing so that you can read it. Or do I? Well I have to admit, part of my motivation is the feedback from the "comments" section (maybe I'll rename that). Part of it is just -- hey, why not? Some people tell me more writing makes better writing. Ummmmm... yeah. I'll be sure to try and remember that. I wonder if I should try to disprove that....
I'm done. :D
-Petr
Notice for webbers and bloggers reading: I don't like to respond to comments with comments. I mean, who comments on their own post? Don't answer that literally. I know a few people too.
Yes I got an email. Yes I read it. Yes I am waiting expectantly and hopefully for a brandnewunlostreallygood cd. The last one, of course, disappeared. Searched the house, scoured the house, stripped the wallpaper looking for said cd (the house is painted mostly, so that wasn't really a big deal) . Looked in the place where it should be. Couldn't find it. So I ask for it. And it comes. :)
I'll find a good picture now and post it for your enjoyment.
Somewhere in Germany
For surely that is the point of this blog? For viewer/reader enjoyment? Surely not!? Now I have some point besides just typing so that you can read it. Or do I? Well I have to admit, part of my motivation is the feedback from the "comments" section (maybe I'll rename that). Part of it is just -- hey, why not? Some people tell me more writing makes better writing. Ummmmm... yeah. I'll be sure to try and remember that. I wonder if I should try to disprove that....
I'm done. :D
-Petr
Friday, February 01, 2008
New month
For your February message, please redirect yourself to Evelyn's blog.
-Petr
P.S.
I mean it. Go there. Seriously. That goes for you D's in OK too.
-Petr
P.S.
I mean it. Go there. Seriously. That goes for you D's in OK too.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Leave it to the--
What exactly is the point of a philosopher's life? Somebody with really cool quotes. I should know. I've had to incorporate them into debate. It's such terrible fun to find one with the same ideas that you have in your case *roll of eyes*.
A lot of people would say that their goal in life is to find out their goal in life. That would be the "why" phase (inside joke -- go read the hitchiker's guide to the galaxy -- or don't). It's obviously pretty hard for someone who denies the existence of God. According to the "average evolutionist expert", we come from pond scum, we probably return to pond scum and add ourselves to the nonexistent oil reserves for future generations. And on top of that, we like our life, even if we don't know what it's for, so we have to become immortal to continue pondering said questions until we just give up. "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we shall surely die!"
It occurs to me that said philosophical question can be answered very easily by any theologian. In fact, the theologian spends a whole lot of time considering what we do after we find this answer. So perhaps the "average philosopher" is a wayward theologian? Or just stubborn.
But then, why not just "leave that question to the philosophers"? :)
&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_
What kind of creature is that??
Anywho.
Cold, wet weather. Thunderstorms today for Nac and College station... temperatures roughly 60 to 25 degrees Fahrenheit. Snow in Stillwater, it would appear. A gloomy, rainy, cold day. Maybe I'll go mess around in the rain sometime today, get really wet and really cold, and then come in and play inside all day. Oh wait, I'm supposed to be doing something useful today. What a shame to waste a perfectly rainy day. :-\
I'm putting up a new picture. Have patience.
-Petr
A lot of people would say that their goal in life is to find out their goal in life. That would be the "why" phase (inside joke -- go read the hitchiker's guide to the galaxy -- or don't). It's obviously pretty hard for someone who denies the existence of God. According to the "average evolutionist expert", we come from pond scum, we probably return to pond scum and add ourselves to the nonexistent oil reserves for future generations. And on top of that, we like our life, even if we don't know what it's for, so we have to become immortal to continue pondering said questions until we just give up. "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we shall surely die!"
It occurs to me that said philosophical question can be answered very easily by any theologian. In fact, the theologian spends a whole lot of time considering what we do after we find this answer. So perhaps the "average philosopher" is a wayward theologian? Or just stubborn.
But then, why not just "leave that question to the philosophers"? :)
&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_&)_
What kind of creature is that??
Anywho.
Cold, wet weather. Thunderstorms today for Nac and College station... temperatures roughly 60 to 25 degrees Fahrenheit. Snow in Stillwater, it would appear. A gloomy, rainy, cold day. Maybe I'll go mess around in the rain sometime today, get really wet and really cold, and then come in and play inside all day. Oh wait, I'm supposed to be doing something useful today. What a shame to waste a perfectly rainy day. :-\
I'm putting up a new picture. Have patience.
-Petr
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Hey
So I figured, hey, it's a Sunday night, not quite very late yet, why not update on that 'ol blog for the benefit of the readers, pass along some messages, maybe have some fun.
To the D's in OK: Traffic in Norman was ABSOLUTETLY terrible. Much ice, slow moving vehicles, took us thirty minutes to get through what should have been a five minute area. Yet again, I never liked Oklahoma for it's weather.
So maybe it isn't me, but I thought I'd show you something of what the trip was like. Said skiing trip was in Breckenridge, CO. Much snow. Light powder all week. Absolutely the best snow I've ever skied in. Of course, the downside was that it snowed all week long, and was much colder than any other ski trip that I can remember being on. The result was that most of us looked sort of like the guy in this picture, but with sometimes oversized coats, hats (instead of helmet), gators, and in general attempting to bare as little skin as possible to the cold air rushing past. I say rushing, because some of us like to go fast, down the hardest "runs" on the mountain. That is, the hardest ones not exposed to lots of wind.
Up on the very peak of the mountain (peak 8 it's called), the wind was no doubt blowing very hard most if not all of the time. The powder was sometimes knee deep (more fun for the skier!).
Currently playing: (intentional, I assure you) LOTR TTT soundtrack; Gollum's song
Kinda gloomy. Whadya know, it's Gollum.
Has it ever occurred to my readers that it takes motivation to type up a good, original, perhaps inspirational post? It does. And it also depends on something, or rather somebody.
Something so simple as typing on this keyboard takes God's hand. And how many times has it been taken for granted... ? Countless, no doubt. Such a simple thing, yet so hard -- to rely on God for not just the big, bad, scary things like attempting to rush down a "double black diamond", but also for daily life. Simple? Surely not! The daily life of an average US citizen ("American" is so overused) should be example enough. Hard to face such a fact, it is.
(F.B., I've now moved on to LOTR ROTK The End of All Things. I don't type as fast as you can. ^_^)
The track's almost done. I am done. Such a "coincidence". Whadya know.
Gnight y'all.
-Petr
To the D's in OK: Traffic in Norman was ABSOLUTETLY terrible. Much ice, slow moving vehicles, took us thirty minutes to get through what should have been a five minute area. Yet again, I never liked Oklahoma for it's weather.
So maybe it isn't me, but I thought I'd show you something of what the trip was like. Said skiing trip was in Breckenridge, CO. Much snow. Light powder all week. Absolutely the best snow I've ever skied in. Of course, the downside was that it snowed all week long, and was much colder than any other ski trip that I can remember being on. The result was that most of us looked sort of like the guy in this picture, but with sometimes oversized coats, hats (instead of helmet), gators, and in general attempting to bare as little skin as possible to the cold air rushing past. I say rushing, because some of us like to go fast, down the hardest "runs" on the mountain. That is, the hardest ones not exposed to lots of wind.Up on the very peak of the mountain (peak 8 it's called), the wind was no doubt blowing very hard most if not all of the time. The powder was sometimes knee deep (more fun for the skier!).
Currently playing: (intentional, I assure you) LOTR TTT soundtrack; Gollum's song
Kinda gloomy. Whadya know, it's Gollum.
Has it ever occurred to my readers that it takes motivation to type up a good, original, perhaps inspirational post? It does. And it also depends on something, or rather somebody.
Something so simple as typing on this keyboard takes God's hand. And how many times has it been taken for granted... ? Countless, no doubt. Such a simple thing, yet so hard -- to rely on God for not just the big, bad, scary things like attempting to rush down a "double black diamond", but also for daily life. Simple? Surely not! The daily life of an average US citizen ("American" is so overused) should be example enough. Hard to face such a fact, it is.
(F.B., I've now moved on to LOTR ROTK The End of All Things. I don't type as fast as you can. ^_^)
The track's almost done. I am done. Such a "coincidence". Whadya know.
Gnight y'all.
-Petr
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Does noboby read the title?
Brief schedule update:
January 1st-2nd -- In Houston, talking, debating, explaining to and having explanations presented by... friends.
January 4th-11th -- Dallas, Denver, Breckenridge, Dallas, home again. Week long ski trip with my mother's side of the family.
January 12th -- Explain to blog readers what I've been doing. That's what a weblog is for, right?
Right?
______________________
-Petr
January 1st-2nd -- In Houston, talking, debating, explaining to and having explanations presented by... friends.
January 4th-11th -- Dallas, Denver, Breckenridge, Dallas, home again. Week long ski trip with my mother's side of the family.
January 12th -- Explain to blog readers what I've been doing. That's what a weblog is for, right?
Right?
______________________
-Petr
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