tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20618921843266827622012-01-30T19:27:16.389-06:00Being Subtitled: The Lovers, the Dreamers, and MeWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209403248455383555noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061892184326682762.post-550735151059255802009-12-10T08:18:00.002-06:002009-12-10T08:22:02.673-06:00

Male torch singer against priest and one who becomes faithful, in high school and a dozen years later, both times at Christmas.Faded and false piety ('our lost saints')holy = lonelycommercializationStrangerHoliday song

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I just read an excerpt from a novel forthcoming this October 27th.It's to be a peculiar book in some ways; twelfth in a sequence of books of an estimated fourteen (three more books!*). The project is interesting in that it generated a substantial following within a certain genre, so much so that a hack's been brought in to finish the series after the untimely death of the author.And I loathe the

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Perhaps the most inspiring thing I've seen in the last quarter."And something very unusual happens. That fixed behavior--which is rigged and stereotyped and usually ends up with a meal--changes. ... And an incredible ballet begins. ... They are beginning to do something that neither would have done without the play signals.""John mentioned that I've done some work with murderers.""It doesn't have

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The plural of anecdote is not data.

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If there is no other thing you take from my words, now or ever, receive this: the great question of your life is your response to what the universe presents to you.I call the motions in history toward the Best 'acts of God,' and seek to join in them. I want to be part of the work of the best, even if my only work is to stay out of the way as the Best unfolds and fulfills itself. Remember that "

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So Cory Doctorow wrote this great book called Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town.There's this wonderful quotation from that novel:Have you read all of these?” Alan asked as he shifted the John Mortimers down one shelf to make room for the Ed McBains. “Naw,” she said, punching him in the shoulder. “What’s the point of a bunch of books you’ve already read?”Actually it's quotations from the

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Who watches the Watchmen?Who watches the Watchmen?Who watches the watchmen?A simple 'yes' or 'no' will suffice, although consider yourself free to amplify.

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. . . why I haven't been asked to babysit my nephews.

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Sing to me, O Muse, of Precious Balance, of Judgement hard won, of the Tao of metisThe hall of Elrond's house was filled with many folk . . . .Frodo looked at them in wonder, for he had never before seen Elrond, of whom so many tales spoke; and as they sat upon his right hand and his left, Glorfindel, and even Gandalf, whom he thought he knew so well, were revealed as lords of dignity and

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I don't know what they were called, but some folks played music for me at the Blue Bagel (a local coffee shop) Friday.They were--well they played murder ballads. Need I write more?

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When setting goals,DAPPODatedAchievablePersonalPositiveObjective FulfilmentWe never show values, vision, mission, objectives, or goals to anyone unless they ask to see them so they can help. Principle: It is better tounderpromise and overdeliver.An inferior man speaks and does not act.A good man's acts accord with his speech.A superior man acts, and his actions speak for him.

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My paraphrase:I. Phatic (Cliches)II. FactualIII. Evaluative (Opinions, I believe statements, I think statements)IV. Emotive (Gut, Conviction, I feel statements, I want statements)V. Communal or Peak (Needs, perforce Vulnerabilities)"If you are on fire, folks will come to watch you burn." - paraphrase of Dale Calvert, in his blog post about public speaking referencing the five levels.So, when I

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Captured here.2009-01-23 : Making StuffLearned from Ben.The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:1) I make no guarantees that you will like what I make;2) It'll be done this year;3) You have no clue what it's going to be. It could be anything but it will most likely be made of paper;and4)

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Being an open letter to those experiencing some vagaries of discomfort, having exceeded the design specifications of homo sapiens sapiens:The body that clothes your soul, your sense of feeling and fact and your vehicle of physical expression, arose out of some specific pressures over a few million years. It historically is called upon to outrun wolves by fifty miles a day and outfight the tigers

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http://www.goldsgym.com/golds/commercials.phpThe first one, called Reps, is somehow immensely pleasing to me.I imagine it's partly the melding of loveliness and determination in the woman, but the music is shockingly delightful to me as well.

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I have only really really liked a few musicians' work. I remember having an immoderate love for Tchaikovsky when I was a child. I grew to love Bach, Stravinsky, and Rachmaninov.Then I hit puberty. Five years passed, during which little of note to our story occured, and then there was Evanescence.I had known folks who fanatically followed, who changed their lifestyles to reflect the culture of the

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I had no idea how self indulgent my identification with the Prince in Black might be until a good man was asking me about this space the last quarter of last year. Thus I must change my splash text for this blog.I was reminded that is not, in fact, easy to be green the day before yesterday, and thus--Old and bust3d:Actually, the quote from Hamlet is:If thou didst ever hold me in thy heartAbsent

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Either we see another day, or we don't.I have fifty odd years to live, statiscally speaking. I should plan for that time; if I endure so long, the time will pass anyway whether I am intentional in my use of it or not.A friend of mine started playing guitar when he was thirteen. He's thirty three now, and he estimates he's got 23,000 hours or so logged on guitar. It shows.In one thousand hours I

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The Diary of an Old SoulGeorge MacDonaldSeptember 18Why is it that so often I returnFrom social converse with a spirit worn,A lack, a disappointment--even a stingOf shame, as for some low, unworthy thing?--Because I have not, careful, first of all,Set my door open wide, back to the wall,Ere I at others' doors did knock and call.---Father, again and again I tire, and groan, and rememberthe

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I love Vincent.In case you're wondering, the post linked to above is by Vincent Baker, who made Dogs In the Vineyard and several other story games. His blog is here:http://www.lumpley.com/The post, Killing Darlings is great, and it reminds that I've finished only one game.My friend Brennen is doing a thing a day for a month.Maybe I should follow suit, but in games.So what would that look like?I'd

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I prefer to learn by hearing.Some people like to see what you have; others want to feel or touch the subject at hand.An excellent way to check one's comprehension is to explain a given concept or technique to someone else, such that they can use it immediately.

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Original video here.DECLARATIVE KNOWLEDGEWhat is TrueIMPERATIVE KNOWLEDGEFind an Approximation to f(x) Make Guess (G) Improve Guess by averaging G and (f(x))/G Recur until G good enoughComputer languages I can say some things more precisely than beforeCELESTIAL MECHANICS Chaotic Motion shown by machineI've learned a lot, and I'd like to tell you the things I've learnedStructure and

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I'd forgotten until my Digital Logic Tuesday morning the immense pleasure I obtain from lecture, on occasion.The teacher, Dr. Singh, was explaining a method for designing a particular machine using some simple binary operations. It was very abstract and high level (i.e., right up my alley.)It's probably somewhat gross psychologically, in that competition and therefore pride play a role. I catch

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On the advice of my lawyer, I submit this frail offering as evidence that I have a sense of humor care about you, Constant Reader.Original comic here.She's really an amazing with watercolor. (She'd say watercolour, actually.)Of course, that my school pussed out on classes today after mere Tornado Warnings helped.Maybe after lunch I'll actually finish something.Mood: (Are you kidding me? Do you

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I discover dubiety in myself. One symptom is that I ask a certain question often: "Is what I just thought generally true, or merely locally true (although general across my experience)?"It's a sampling problem. How do I know that I have enough samples, and have weighted them properly, to be representative of a class?This is not a big problem in studies that look at relatively simple and

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Genesis 2:7:And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.So there existed this man named Nee To-sheng, which in English is Watchman Nee. He lived in the twentieth century, and he died in prison on account of his faith in what Kurt Haley refers to as "that love." Br'er Watchman taught (probably in some book

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The liturgical color of the Church is red, m-th-rf---r.Happy Mother's Day!Happy God's Spirit Day!

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I want to found a missional, multigenerational, covenantal, family abbey.AbbeyPlace of refuge, quiet, work, prayer:Community Life (Life with one another.)MissionalWe have a shared hope of the Best;we hold out the words of life to the world that is dying.We honor the image of God in every human, and enjoy the creation of God in everything--we remember the Incarnation.We embrace sorrow and

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I have in mind to start a site to collect money, maybe sell T shirts for Julie's project in collaboration with Mission: Water for Life.

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I want a wiki to blog in.

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Each grain of sand is a beautiful work of art.And not a sparrow falls, ...This gives a certain amount of texture to God's covenant with Abraham to make the number of his descendants like the grains of sand on the seashore, like the stars in the sky.

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Power is transferrable.Power to kill, power to heal, power to organize, power to communicate. Any of these might be used for evil, or could be used for good.Grace is personal.Grace is transgressive. Grace is a bigger word than mercy, and orthogonal to power in several ways--I must think a while to enumerate.Thought brought to mind while watching Iron Man, particularly the "Oh my goodness, I've

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I learned a new word today.Giaour. It is word of Turkish origin that Muslims use to refer to infidels, or Christians, or Greeks. It is old. Lord Byron wrote a poem titled Giaour.I learnt it from Lepanto. If ever I own or have access to a camera regularly, I'll record it for you on the 'tube. (In no sense do I understand conversational Deustch; I just like how it sounds, and am amazed by what one

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20080430:green star looks down on you inimicallyfly fisherman = magician with wand20080624:. . .

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I shan't attempt to preserve the marvelous style that Ron maintains in his observations, but shall relate three of them from Men's Group last week:1. Relationships are inherently transformational. They change you, in unpredictable ways.2. Marriage is supposed to lead me to God. (Neither Ron nor are married, but he seems much closer to the finish line of the premarriage race than I do.) So for all

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Breath, Voice, WordFather, Son, SpiritBeginning, Middle, EndSource, Flow, Sea

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Energy + Personality(Polarity?) = SpiritEnergy: passive, active (The tao that can be named is not the true tao.)/Food of the spirit, the soul; that which is necessary; cf. Maslow hierarchy, inversion.Personality (Polarity?): Default reactions; Weltanschaaung or viewpointAnd yet. And yet--The Spirit that can be named is not true Spirit.The wind blows where it will.

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Brain Dump inspired by ones from months back. Apologies for implied hierarchy, had I my way these would scattered around the pageview and slowly move.UnseenHeavenlyLiving/DeadInformation dense/bearing/loading"At just the right moment"Love or HateBest or WorstRuling or Being ruled; Dominion; HierarchyVoiceSpiritualVery Good or Very Bad; Dichotomous; Self arranging to

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Brain Dump from months back. Apologies for implied hierarchy, had I my way these would scattered around the pageview and slowly move.UnintentionalNatalInnateReflexiveVulnerableInnocentIngenuousSpontaneousDefaultSoftStrong or WeakTearableRelational-eyPure with Bone and Breath

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Brain Dump from months back. Apologies for implied hierarchy, had I my way these would scattered around the pageview and slowly move.PurposiveIntentionalKnowledgeCunningPlannedSystematicMeasureAccountRegularConsistentHardRigid/FragileBreakableRule-yAspirant w/ Flesh; Breath

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27 “His purpose was for the nations to seek after God and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him—though he is not far from any one of us. 28 For in him we live and move and exist. As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’ 29 And since this is true, we shouldn’t think of God as an idol designed by craftsmen from gold or silver or stone.Acts 17The word that saves is right

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They are a strange race, the men of Stourveld. They are known for the beauty of their daughters and the uniform plainness of their matrons; a condition thought by some to be the accomplishment of changelings of faerie, not indeed robbing the cradle but the birthing bed. Inward looking, accident prone, they are a people much given to introspection and self murder.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and

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I should write down that which utterly engages me:Grace.I like it, but I don't understand it. (Dave Garth thinks one of the marks of grace is that something is wonderful but incomprehensible).Systems.I like playing with systems, among other places in gaming, in writing and programming. I like being part of them, in community. I like thinking about them, all over, over and over.In some essential

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The Ise Shrine is rebuilt adjacent to its current site every 20 years. It's on its 61st iteration as I write this. It's an example (another is wikipedia) of love as a renewable building material in Chapter 5: When Personal Motivation Meets Collaborative Production of Shirky's book Here Comes Everybody.We don’t often talk about love when trying to describe the public world, because love seems to

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Edited 20080329 to correct doff to dopp.Life teaches us that motivations other than getting paid aren't enough to add up to serious work.And now we have to unlearn that lesson, because it is less true with each passing year. People now have access to myriad tools that let them share writing, images, video--any form of expressive content, in fact--and use that sharing as an anchor for community

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Worship is the submission of all our nature to God. It is the quickening of conscience by his holiness; the nourishment of mind with his truth; the purifying of imagination by his beauty; the opening of the heart to his love; the surrender of will to his purpose--and all this gathered up in adoration, the most selfless emotion of which our nature is capable and therefore the chief remedy for that

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Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over;I only vex you the more I try.All's wrong that ever I've done or said,And nought to help it in this dull head:Shake hands, here's luck, good-bye.But if you come to a road where dangerOr guilt or anguish or shame's to share,Be good to the lad that loves you trueAnd the soul that was born to die for you,And whistle and I'll be there.--'Tis five

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Responses welcome, especially playtest reports.--Pick a name.But first, divide into at least 2 teams and choose one person to be Paragon.Pick a name. It could be someone famous, or infamous. Someone rich, or powerful. Someone good, or great. Someone who exemplifies a virtue. Someone you know. Maybe even someone here.Brainstorm, then vote. If tied after a runoff, Paper, Rock, Scissors for it.Now

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High points:0. Tuba music @ .02-1.22 = Marveloso!1. Physics @ .31 = Yay for pulleys and friction.2. ? @ .58 = Where does the hammer come from, again?3. He has aviator goggles @ 2.05-2.10 = The goggles, they do nothing.4. Wings @ 2.05-2.28? = The glory of futility.5. Tears of joy @ 2.19Goodnight, kiwi.

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The cock crowed again, and several of the Irishmen cried, 'Mac na h'Oighe slan.''What do the say?' asked Jack, tuning to Stephen.‘Hail to the Virgin's Son,' said Stephen. ‘We say that in Ireland, when we hear the first cockcrow of the day, so that if we meet a sudden death before the day is out , we may also meet with grace. (O'Brian, Patrick. The Fortune of War, Chapter Nine.)I have loved the

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We are born, and we suffer until we go;We live till we die, and that's all we know,Neither what the purpose nor whose the gameTo make us, break us, with pain and shame.We are brought to a board where there's all we wish---But the cook's gone mad and has fouled each dish;We can plan and make; we can think and do---But the prize is a husk, worm-eaten, too;Our minds are a marvel, as all agree,And

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Jonah 2 (The Message)1-9 Then Jonah prayed to his God from the belly of the fish. He prayed: "In trouble, deep trouble, I prayed to God. He answered me.From the belly of the grave I cried, 'Help!' You heard my cry.You threw me into ocean's depths, into a watery grave,With ocean waves, ocean breakers crashing over me.I said, 'I've been thrown away, thrown out, out of your sight.I'll

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Thank you, interweb.http://www.backyardmissionary.com/2007/01/disturb-us-lord.htmlDisturb us, Lord, whenWe are too well pleased with ourselvesWhen our dreams have come trueBecause we dreamed too little,When we arrived safelyBecause we sailed too close to shore.Disturb us, Lord, whenWith the abundance of things we possessWe have lost our thirst for the waters of life;We have ceased to dream of

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Rick's really on this week, and it's great to hear it. It's better to be part of it.-----As an aside, I'm thinking of having my (right) ear pierced*. To mark this body and this life as God's, ala the Hebrew bond-slave, the man who chooses to put aside a barren, impoverished freedom for a richer slavery in a great house.What do you think?*Does an exclusive left ear piercing still connote bein' a

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Luke 9:28-36 (The Message)SWhile he was in prayer, the appearance of his face changed and his clothes became blinding white. OAn implication is that this is what prayer actually does to anyone who prays. Or, Luke could be saying this is what dear, dear love looks like between the Normal Father and Son.S... At once two men were there talking with him.OAn implication is that they were there all

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I'm trying something new.You know how all those Baptists et alii will tell you really need to read your Bible every day and pray? I got sidetracked by how often that's used to tweak the guilt church people often have.So I've never actually done that as an intentional, consistent part of my life (qua how I use my time). What I've been discovering is that contact with God isn't a part of life, it

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This is it. Can you sense the it? The excitement? It's here. This is the coming of the King. All the promises will be fulfilled. All the wounds will be bound up--the imprisoned set free--the blind will see.May we sense the wonder of it all. May we yearn to know the story in full. May our hearts give us no ease in mere good: may we embrace longing for the Best.Amen.Come. Now Aragorn knelt beside

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It is hard for me, God, to confess my sins and not merely repeat well-worn phrases with which I try to cover my real guilt. I have sinned exceedingly. Why is it so difficult for me to see that, Lord?! Why am I so bothered with a few things I do wrong while I think nothing of my lack of trust in You!? Why do I feel guilty when I do not live up to my own standards but hardly blush when I fail You?

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