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Name: Trey
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Birthday: 4/28/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: I have a passionate love for story. I inhale the written word, and when I breathe out I exhale linguistically tainted air. In my case it's a bit like halitosis: not always pleasant.
Absorbing other cultures puts a fire in my blood, and I hope I can learn how to better see God's hand moving through the stories of people's lives.
Expertise: Loose leaf tea; Gaelic fairy tale; Tolkien; day dreams; Lewis; juggling balls; fallenness; Nickel Creek; Appalachian autumns; procrastination; and the awkward insertion of foot into mouth.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/1/2004
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| I'm going to respond to Tuggy's complaint/tag, as I cannot be idle in
the face of reader dissatisfaction. Which is ironic, because there
hasn't been anything for my readers to read here for over half a year
now...
All the same, I'm probably going to answer her here, which is where I expect I'll write from now on. Maybe even more than once every six months...?
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| There was this day a great slaughter of ants.
My parents last night brought me a cake and a box of bakery cookies for
my birthday. This morning I found them both black with ants... I had
eaten neither a cookie nor a single bite of cake. My eyes glazed with a
strange red mist, and I don't exaggerate when I say that I must have
smashed ants numbering in the hundreds. My windowsill is thick with
their corpses.
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| I have nothing to say, but I've been desiring to hear the clicking of
aimless keys for some time now. I've done a lot of typing this
semester, but somehow the noise doesn't ring as true when writing
papers, or answering emails full of details but void of poetry.
The title above comes from a verse in Deuteronomy. The Hebrew people
have not yet entered the land promised to Abraham over a century past,
and this verse looks forward to the day they will. The people, when
they harvest their first crops from the promised land, are told to
bring it to the temple and there proclaim: "I declare today to the LORD
your God that I have come into the land that the LORD swore to our
fathers to give us." As they acknowledge the fulfillment of God's
promises, they are supposed to recite their history: my father was a
wandering Aramean who sojourned into a strange land. The Egyptians
treated us harshly and made us slaves, but you delivered us with great
terror and a mighty hand; you brought us into a land of milk and honey.
"And behold, now I bring the first of the fruit of the ground, which
you, O LORD, have given me."
Sometimes it is good to revel in the way that the Author and Perfector
of our faith weaves his tale. Our God is one who brings to
fulfillment... do you not ache for it?
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|  | Currently Watching
Stranger Than Fiction
By Will Ferrell, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Dustin Hoffman, Queen Latifah, Emma Thompson, Tony Hale, Kristin Chenoweth, John Janota, T.J. Jagodowski, Angelina Riposta, Grizz Patterson, Clifford M. Freeney, Julie Hilgendorf, Jessica Schlobohm, John R. Haley, Rikki Ragland, Ora Jones (II), Jonathan Parise, Ruby Gonzalez, Nicole Auman
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In lieu of a fuller post...
- I saw Stranger than Fiction tonight with some friends, and it was
easily the best movie I've seen in a while. The movie never could
decide if it was humorous or serious (Imagine, Will Ferrell
successfully doing drama), and yet somehow the thematic conflict was
all part of the warp and woof of the greater story. The final weave was
both funny and gut-wrenching. You should see it. It's even worth the 8
bucks that the Rave Theater company demands.
- My roommate has been assigned by Starbucks (his current employer) to
sell Barista espresso machines this coming Tuesday during their
Christmas open house. They wanted him to understand his product, so
they loaned him the $400 model that now graces our dresser. In
addition, they gave him all the tools, the shot glasses, the espresso
beans, the whipped topping, a bottle of caramel syrup and sample
bottles of peppermint, gingerbread, and vanilla. This morning, I sipped
a double-shot caramel latte with whipped topping before my history
class.
- Do you ever wonder about the stars you're looking at? The light from
each star takes thousands of years to reach our planet and our eyes,
which means that we never really see stars for what they are; instead,
we see stars as they were years upon years before our birth. We observe
the "prehistoric" with our waking eyes. That seems like an incredible
thought to me. Each star, as we know it, is ancient. Some of those
pricks of light may be nothing but illusions: at least some of the
stars that we think we see probably went supernova centuries ago.
Counting the stars becomes even more futile when entire constellations
can fizzle out without us knowing.
Anyway, the sky must have been exceptionally clear tonight, because, in
spite of the insistent beam of streetlights and the soft glow emanating
from Carter Hall, I could see brilliant stars speckling the raven sky.
"Lift up your eyes on high and see; who created these? He who brings
out their host by number, calling them all by name, by the greatness of
his might, and because he is strong in power."
"Not one is missing."
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| I did not go to bed last night because I was writing a paper all night
long at Waffle House (I smelled of 14 cups of coffee and stale
second-hand smoke all day today), and the rest of the week looks as if
it may be just as busy. Finals are swiftly approaching, and a lot must
happen before they arrive.
Right now, however, none of that matters; John Michael Forman, my
studly and blessed hallmate, just loaned me CDs of Adventures in
Odyssey and I'm about to fall asleep listening to them. Amazing.
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