Life Through the Eyes of Jomoe

Joy in parting

2007-07-05T13:06:00.000-05:00

I take up my fingers today to commemorate efforts and work long past; to pause in a brief reverie over moments of mirth and seasons of strenuous struggle. Time permits me to speak neither eloquently enough nor thoroughly enough of the deeply hidden beauties of the passive periphrastic, the many escapades of Cromwell’s head, or even our country’s great war for continued self-government. Would that I could share with you the wonders of infectious diseases and how when viewed contextually with the soundtrack from Episode IV: A New Hope, their inner-workings become inestimably clearer. The dimensions of a 14th century alleyway—who would think of their great implications upon modern society, or that 18th century romanticism is alive and well and ensconced at the local grocery store?

I will never forget the opportunities that my time at Patrick Henry College has afforded, and indeed continue to provide for me. The information, the experiences, the work, but more than these, the friendships that I was able to gain through my short time in Purcellville I count as one of God’s greatest gifts to me. Whether praying in chapel, chasing a Frisbee, singing in the stairwells, or deeply discussing my beliefs with brothers and sisters in Christ, I was honored and privileged to share those precious three semesters with some of the smartest, kindest, most humorous, and Christ-centric folks I know. As I look back on my experiences, I want to be sure that the world knows that the time invested in me by cherished friends or wise professors—whose worth was so sadly undervalued—is still bearing fruit.

Without a strenuous course in Philosophy I would not be as well equipped to categorize and analyze the various worldviews and perspectives I meet on a daily basis. Without a rigorous course in the language of the one-time foremost powerful nation in the world, I would not have the grasp of my own spoken or written tongue I now claim to possess. Without a thought-provoking discourse on the writing and ideas of those best and brightest authors of the western world, my communication skills would be sorely in want. Without an intriguing and deeply interesting foray into the captivating history of western civilization, my grasp of what reasonably can be expected of modern society would be woefully inadequate. Without a detailed analysis and discussion of the roots of our country and its government led by one who, in my humble opinion both loved the information he imparted and imparting it in the way most likely to be retained, I would be far less capable of understanding and using my rights as a citizen. Without stimulating presentations on the peculiar history of the United States, including but not limited to campaign slogans of a most repetitive nature, my appreciation of all that God has done for our nation would be sadly diminished. Without a scientific study of the intricacies of the created order I would lack the awe such a course cannot but impart.

And so, as I bid a fond farewell to the credits I hoped to attain through the above courses of study, I cannot be bitter, but rather joyful and thankful for such an awesome opportunity. That I was able to be present on that campus for three wonderful semesters will be a blessing that only increases as time continues. I offer my heartfelt thanks to the students, the faculty, and the administration of Patrick Henry College, both past and present for the manner in which God has used, and is continuing to use them in blessing, maturing, and instructing me.

An update

2007-06-06T16:19:00.000-05:00

What ho from Teyhass! It's finally starting to get warm down here and I must say that if these 90ish days in early June are anything to go by, July and August are going to be real scorchers. I am continuing to get acclimated to life here, what with work and study and all that fits in between. I continue to covet your prayers as there is some frustration over how many credits I actually have. Counting my PHC credits and the paralegal coursework I did with ParaLegalTech and the current CLEPs I have accrued the total would be some 76 credits. No paltry sum to be sure. However, the majority opinion hereabouts is for me to discount my PHC and paralegal work, dropping me back to 21 credits. Reason for the furrowed brow and squinted eye, what? I am exploring the alternatives and seeking to still make use of the academic time spent at PHC as well as the other work I've done. Rather sling along without losing the larger portion down the drain, if you know what I mean. There are times I wonder how I can adequately explain myself to those steeped in a system where anything but regionally (the highest level attainable, and no, I don't know why regional is higher than national) recognized credits are tossed out as so much wasted effort. Words fail one. One considers a few slight taps with a heftish plumbers wrench, or perhaps hypnosis as alternative methods of getting the word across. However, upon reflection these methods leave somewhat to be desired and must be cast aside. Perhaps you can discern from the rambling and reflective mood of this epistle that the issue has gotten right in amongst the inner man. As previously mentioned, I would covet your prayers as to my dealing with the issue of how best to use my past work in my current situation. More updates to follow. May the road rise to meet you in the meantime.

Feeling touched

2007-05-26T10:55:00.000-05:00

Well friends, I've been touched. Tagged. Transcendentally tipped by a fellow terrestrial. In a word, I'm "It." We've all known it for some time, but now my good friend and compatriot in escapades great and small, Gabriel Waddell, has broadcast this information to the world. I will now revel in this fact for a prescribed period. Please feel free to approach the presence and offer your fealty...(slight pause). Ahem. *Slight frustrated glance in the direction of a retreating figure.* 'Twould seem I have been grossly misinformed. Apparently, "tagged" is the more appropriate term and I am now obligated by forces outside my control to share seven (7) extremely interesting and surprising facts about my person. I must admit at the outset that I feel somewhat snookered, but for the sake of the common good I will dispense the pertinent information forthwith.

7th fact of incontrovertible truth: My left hand is not as strong as my right, probably due to the fact that I wore my watch too tightly for some years.

6th fact of incontrovertible truth: I truly enjoy English Tea (Ceylon and Darjeeling) and I find the afternoon the best time to indulge this particular interest.

5th fact of incontrovertible truth: I enjoy spending quiet time with good friends. I mean that simply being with them but not saying anything is a very pleasurable experience--just being with them is a good time even if no words are exchanged.

4th fact of incontrovertible truth: I have always wanted to be a drummer and my bones or wooden castanets are my small attempt to express this. Drum solos give me goosebumps and there are times I wish I'd chosen the other instrument in the Fife and Drum Corps.

3rd fact of incontrovertible truth: I have a favorite kind of footwear, and no, its not boots. Boat shoes hold that particular place of honor.

2nd fact of incontrovertible truth: Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane has always seemed like an idiotic act to me, and I want to do it.

1st fact of incontrovertible truth: I have always enjoyed singing--this hopefully does not come as a surprise. However, the fact that my initial inspiration came from Matthew Ward might be new information.

I now am also compelled to ascribe this same task to another magnificent seven. Peter Sauer (constant pressure makes diamonds out of carbon, or complete basket cases out of ordinary folks--which are you Pete? No pressure ... :~), Chris Moss (because if I can do this, he can do it better), Katy Jones (because she saw it coming--I'd hate for her to be disappointed), Laura Molzon (because Free Indeed deserves to know), Daniel Archer (Tenors together, tagged together), Sarah Grosjean (because if I didn't, Katy would), and Kyle Pousson (through the wars yet again, ol' buddy?).

Enjoy, and don't ever do that again.

2 down and 1 to go

2007-05-02T16:50:00.000-05:00

Greetings all and sundry! What a whirlwind of weddings and all that sort of stuff has surrounded me lately. In the best possible sense mind you. It started with John and Sarah's wedding on the 21st of April, or rather my part started the Thursday prior when I departed for good ol' Virginny via Continental Airlines out of San Antonio. The flights were satisfactory (I connected in Houston) even if the meals were barely worthy of sniffing at. Since when did a smallish ham sandwich, a bag of chips, and a Twix bar rate as a lunch. I guess they didn't want the hassle of feeding 150ish people a full meal, and I guess I can't blame them. Personally I would have settled for peanuts, but when "meal" gets mentioned, my mind conjures up some wonderful things, which accentuate the let down provided by receiving the aforementioned offering instead.

I got in Thursday afternoon and some good friends picked me up from Reagan Int'l and we all headed out to dinner, after putting together a few wedding invitations for John and Sarah. Naomi took us out to eat at The Cheescake Factory, where we necessarily stayed for dessert. An interesting thing happened as we left. I had the chance to meet, yet again, my partner of row 15 on the long flight from Houston to DC. The odds of us both going to the same restaurant 3-4 hours after arriving were pretty slimish and I'm sure we both found it amusing.

Friday was a nice slow day that my girlfriend/courtive/best friend/Katy and I spend meandering around Harper's Ferry, WV. It was a wonderful day and while we didn't feel like tackling Maryland Heights as we had on past occasions, we did wander all over the town. I found the panoramic shot I had been looking for and simply enjoyed being outside on a glorious day with a treasured friend.

That evening the festivities began with the rehearsal, followed by the rehearsal dinner, followed by Ultimate Frisbee on the Mall, followed by a movie, which might or might not have been followed by sleep. I honestly can't remember. It all passed in a blur of frenzy and food and conversations and camaraderie. The next morning, or later the same morning, to be precise, we (the groomsmen and associates) got our stuff together and headed off to collect the bridesmaids, one of whom I still think came close to excelling the bride.

We arrived at the church in good order and I was assigned the arduous task of cuing the sound board operator on the proper comings and goings of the assigned pieces of music. I was glad to oblige, especially since from the balcony I had one of the best seats in the house. We started up the music on time and mothers were duly seated, followed by the entrance of the groomsmen and groom, followed by individual bridesmaids up the aisle. Here I must ask a question. Why is it that the groomsmen all come in together and generally up the side, while the bridesmaids advance singly up the middle?

The bride was resplendent and the groom was dashing--as it should be, and in this case came as no surprise. Their outward appearance simply came closer to resembling their inner character than was normally the case. The sermon was from 1 Corinthians 13 and while succinct, it still powerfully conveyed the responsibility and God-given joy that already permeated the ceremony. It was truly a God-honoring occasion and I was privileged to participate, even in such a small way.

After the wedding, we all went to the reception, hosted by some friends in the church whose house was more than equal to the task. I mingled and caught up with several old friends and personally congratulated the bride and groom. Since my family had come up for the wedding, I and another friend went out to dinner with them at a local IHOP and enjoyed some wonderful fellowship over pancakes, coffee, and omelettes. When my family headed out, my friend and I were picked up by some friends in Alexandria, since we had arranged in advance to spend the night with them.

We stayed up late talking, but got to bed in time to be well rested for church the next day. We all attended Capitol Hill Baptist Church in downtown DC. Afterwards we walked around the city since it was so pleasant outside. Eventually we found a Mexican restaurant where I had the opportunity to try plantain quesadillas--definitely something new and very delicious. Lots of talking and more walking. All to soon it was time to head to our respective airports and catch our flights home.

The weekend was wonderful and hopefully I will have some photos to post soon, as well as something covering the weekend I attended last weekend. Y'all take care and I'll catch you latre!

An update and a poem

2007-04-18T17:12:00.000-05:00

Greetings everyone! I'm more than slightly pumped at the moment as I've just this morning added another 6 credits to my college completion endeavors. I passed my English Lit CLEP this morning and am very thrilled to also discover that PHC IS ACCREDITED! This means that I now have 67 credits under my belt and I'm over halfway done in my collegiate journey. What a trek, to be sure. Long and windy but coming to conclusion, beautiful conclusion at last. Anyhoo, with all this studying of English Lit and poetry in particular, I waxed somewhat poetical myself. The following is the result of a recent lunch break and mostly just ramblings on my current condition. Critique, comment, and enjoy!

Purpose on the Run

Sing a song of singleness,
Of life spent by oneself.
Oh what a droll existence,
That depends on no one else.

A time to do and to dare,
To live life to the edge.
With little thought or care,
Of giving your heart in pledge.

Without a someone to miss,
Or someone missing you;
Not your mother or your sis,
But your sweetheart through and through,

You'll go swiftly on your way,
Looking back not at all.
Foreseeing a brand new day,
That for you has such a call.

Then one day a light will dawn,
Your mind-lids open wide.
Seeing where your time has gone,
And so much more beside.

A friend to have and to hold,
To come home to at night,
Share glory in your world,
Oh what a beautiful sight.

Yearning for a family,
That's yours and yours alone.
Protecting them happily,
Their house your only home.

For this cause God made a man,
To leave his parent's door,
And find himself a woman,
To love and to adore.

So while single we are,
We're to follow strongly,
The path before us placed,
And run the race with strength.

But when that one comes along,
Who was ours from the first,
We would fill our role all wrong,
To leave them in the lurch.

So loving one another,
They come to love Him best,
Who gave them to each other,
And sets apart their nest.

Mailing address

2007-04-16T13:48:00.000-05:00

For those of you who would like the mailing address, I have confirmed the location of my current abode and it is as follows:

Joseph Moss
21302 Encino Commons Apt 7208
San Antonio, TX 78259-2727

The new domicile

2007-04-16T12:31:00.000-05:00

This is the view from the front door as you walk into apartment 7208. The kitchen is very nicely situated and the only downside we can discern is that the cupboard space is too narrow. Dishwasher, refridgerator, freezer, microwave, oven, and range all work exceptionally well. For those of a perceptive bent, yes, that is a 10-inch cast iron skillet on the stove. It is mine. You may admire from a distance, but no, the owner/operator has turned the "no handling" light on. ;-)

This is our small yet functional table. When one is baching it, one should live as though one is baching it, no?

A view from the kitchen into the living room with our couch and one of the floor lamps we recently acquired. Notice the fan has no light fixture. The rooms are similarly accoutered with two light switches and no fan or light.

A little better shot over the sink and into the family room and sun room as I think of it, on account of all the windows. Very nice for studying, sitting, reading, lounging, talking, musing, perusing, meandering, postulating, and divulging. Already a well-used room.

A shot from the sun room into the family room and kitchen. From this vantage point you can see the small workspace built into the wall and the door into the back bedroom. The apartment really is somewhat expansive, and even with all our stuff (such as we brought) it still looks rather empty. We're working on changing that. :~)

This is a closer view of the little workstation and its compactness. Still trying to figure out the best way to utilize this space without making it look cramped.

View from the couch of my sleeping quarters in the front bedroom. A nice arrangement if I do say so myself.

The bunk bed with the reading lights because as you can see, from the plastic circle in the ceiling where the lights should be, there is no conventional lighting system as yet in place. Even with this fault, the housing situation is quite desirable, and I am in no position to complain.

Everything really is bigger in Texas! And everything, and I do mean Everything has Texas on it. Including our shower curtain, shower rings, and bath mat. If only other states (and commonwealths) could learn by example...

And finally a view of the front door as it appears to the inhabitants. The first door on the left is our coat closet, which is quite adequate for our needs. The slightly harder to see second door on the left is the front bathroom were Texas decor so strongly holds sway. Invisible from this particular angle is a door on the right that leads to the laundry room where we have space for a washer and dryer, even though they have yet to be acquired. All in good time, if necessary, I'm sure.

A quick update

2007-04-13T16:26:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone! I just moved to an apartment where I'll be staying for the next while and I wanted to pass along my new address. The other will still work fine, and probably better, for sending mail and things to, since the mail box is bigger. However, if anyone wants to try the apartment address, more power to you. So, without further ado:

Bristol Canyon
21302 Encino Commons Blvd. Box #170
San Antonio, TX 78259

I think I've got that right, but no guarantees. God bless all of y'all and I hope to post pictures of the new place early next week. Grace and peace to you in Him who is both!

To die from curiosity would be so sad...

2007-04-05T09:35:00.000-05:00

A certain someone mentioned that they were nigh unto death out of curious interest in the outside view of the house. Out of deference to this fair personage, the following photos are posted. :~)

This is a view of the outside of my current domicile. And no, I haven't upgraded my vehicular transport. That's Woody's Cougar in the garage, of which he is justifiably proud.

A slightly different angle on the house, taken from inside Dwight's car. A smallish house, but a very nice one, and Dwight and I are very grateful that Woody has allowed us to room with him with his wedding fast approaching.

Views from Afar

2007-04-03T11:21:00.000-05:00

This is Abe. Working and CLEPing and having a good time are priorities currently. He drove me into San Antonio last Friday for my first CLEP. The bad news: it was raining buckets and an entire lane of the road was under 4-5 inches of water. The good news: we didn't care about the water because we both passed our respective CLEPs. :~)

These are some of the guys I work with. Shawn is going over details with Ryan. We all work in a garage so the proximity from desk to desk is pretty small. In this picture you can see the garage door opener above the bookshelf. The working environment is actually very conducive to good communication and I've already gotten to know the guys I work with very well.

This is the portion of the office that handles orders and the financial aspects of the office. Abe normally works here but Dwight is actually pictured here. You can't see it, but he's taping up a box to ship out an order. We were all assisting with shipping the day I took these photos.

This is Shawn. He handles a lot of the design aspects of CP! He is finishing up his degree and should complete it very soon. Encouraging and motivating to the rest of us who have further to go. He and Abe are housesitting currently and they really are suffering, so keep them in your prayers. I mean, anyone would struggle with looking after a 3-4K square foot house with a pool, right?

Another view of the office. From right to left: Dwight packing a box, Abe looking at the computer, and Luke (who just left to go work on his father's State Representative campaign) keying in some mailing data.

This is the view of the kitchen and dining room at the house where I am staying. As of the 28th of April, Woody will be an old, married man and Dwight and I must perforce move elsewhere. Until then we share the humble abode and thus far it really has worked out well. Of interesting note is the presence of carpet everywhere. Vacuuming is easy, mopping not so much. ;-)

This my (and Woody and Dwight's) bedroom. And yes, I did get the top bunk. A little warmer, but also closer to the fan. No large bumps on the head just yet, and hopefully it will stay that way.

This my view out the living room windows. Quite the vista and currently the temperatures have been downright pleasant as well. That's the top of my car in the bottom of the photo.

Here, you can see Dwight's car out the window and our front door. Most of the books on that shelf I'll be studying sometime soon. Lots of reading, lots of learning.

I think that's it for now. More photos coming later!

Excursions

2007-04-03T11:19:00.000-05:00

2 April 2007

Greetings from the sunny (and often very wet) land of Texas! Specifically from Bulverde, which is slightly to the North and West of San Antonio. How did I get here? Why would I go there? Am I feeling quite all right? The answers to these and many other questions will be the subject of many posts to follow.

Most pertinent to the moment is what brought me to this place, both geographically and figuratively. As many of you know, I've recently been given the opportunity of exploring my employment horizon as the result of the past Senate election. God is good all the time, and while this is sometimes hard to see, it has proved visible in this situation.

Initially my foray into the realms of unemployed-looking-for-work was very discouraging and I began to realize the severe handicap that was mine in not having a college degree. I had enrolled with CollegePlus! back in July with the goal of completing my college degree from home through testing out of college courses. With all the hooplah and craziness that began to swell as my boss's election campaign hit some serious (and ultimately fatal) road bumps, I was not able to devote the time necessary to this program. I had however stayed in touch with the folks at CollegePlus! and they found my work for Senator Allen fascinating in conjunction with my being associated with their program.

Several weeks ago now, the Director of CollegePlus! (CP) called me with a request that I should consider working as an intern with them in San Antonio. To be quite honest, I was very surprised. In all my looking for jobs, I hadn't even considered moving outside of some select states on the Eastern Seaboard, much less Texas. I mean, that's where the cattle roam, the snakes bite, and tornadoes take folks out for a spin, right?

Well, I talked it over with my folks and after looking at their proposal, we decided that this was just what I needed and was obviously God's calling for me at this point in my life. You see, their offer of an internship was a little out of the ordinary. The offer as put to me was like this: I would work from 10-4 (Central Time) for them in a Marketing Liaison capacity and the rest of the day would be devoted to studying for CLEPs, DANTES, and TCEPS exams that would allow me to complete my degree in roughly a year. Oh, and they'd cover housing, and food, and gas, and testing fees, and coaching assistance. Basically, I was being offered the opportunity to work for the company that was helping me pursue my degree and what this all amounts to is that I will gain a year of work experience and come out with a Bachelor's degree in General Management, or something similar.

After the decision was made, there was a lot of packing to do. Initially I was going to leave for Texas from a conference my family was attending in Cary, NC. As it turned out, the intern housing situation in Texas was in a state of flux and they requested that I come down a week later than originally was the plan. This was fine with me, although a bit awkward, because, my family and church had already done a beautiful farewell for me. In consenting to come down to Texas, and the dates we'd talked about, at the time of the call I'd already had my last Sunday at my home church, what with some prearranged travel plans. So the farewell was held the Thursday before I was to head out and not small was the surprise on many faces when on the subsequent Sunday, there I was. It was all easily explained and it actually gave me the opportunity of saying "Goodbye" to several families that I wouldn't have been able to, had the plans remained unchanged.

Then there was a flurry of packing and rearranging rooms and loading the car and exactly a week ago today, I set off. I'd spaced the trip into two days, partly because this made the whole trip easier, and because the foolishness or insanity of my thoughts on doing the whole trip in one day was brought home to me in no uncertain terms from select sources I respected and admired, respectively. I took I-64 West to Staunton, VA, where I jumped on that great trucker route we all know and love, I-81. This I followed South to Bristol, passing the car carriers of Kasey Kahne, Mark Martin, Dale Earndhart Jr., and many more NASCAR note worthies. They were headed North from the Bristol Motor Speedway and I must admit they added a touch of color to the trip I had not been expecting.

I then crossed into the land from whence came the likes of Davy Crockett and Alvin C. York. The rolling hills of Tennessee were simply glorious to drive through and as I changed from I-81 to I-40 West at Knoxville, I saw why someone could want to raise generations-worth of a family in such a place. While I didn't quite make it to the Valley of the Three Forks of the Wolf, I do believe that I drove as much as anyone could possibly drive across Tennessee without visiting that singular location. I drove and I drove and I Drove and I DROVE across that state until I finally reached Memphis and the great Mississippi River, having already crossed that invisible dividing line somewhere into the land of Central Time. I barely crossed into Arkansas and at a little Rodeway Inn spent the night.

The next morning I started bright and early and drove on to Little Rock where I looped on over to I-30 West. I saw a great deal of farmland and more sky than I had seen in one place in a looooong time. I also saw an Armadillo on the side of the road that captivated my interest for several miles after I passed his forlorn little body. I guess that stuff they've got on isn't armor at all. Defectively soft from the looks of it and I don't doubt that many Armadillo mommies sent letters voicing their complaints to the appropriate address. Since there wasn't much that could be done, I'm sure the letters will continue to be sent unabated.

Not long after the Armadillo reverie, I crossed into the great state of Texas where I saw more Texas flags than I have ever seen in my life. Virginia is a great state with heaps of pride in its heritage, but I have seen more of the Red, White and Blue in Virginia than of the Sic Semper Tyrannus. In Texas they are everywhere, and when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. They've got them on their billboards, for crying out loud. It's quite the site to see and I wish other states were as proud of themselves, at least visibly.

I proceeded on to Dallas and looped around the city to I-35 South. I even timed it so that I would reach Austin at the peak of rush hour and have the opportunity to meet thousands of happy Texans all in one place. The traffic actually thinned out very quickly and for all the bustle and in and out, the Texans I could see handled the situation better than most and favorably impressed me with their vehicular deportment. I continued on down to Bulverde and reached the terminus of my journey at about 18:30 (6:30 PM for the non-military types). My new roommates helped me unload and we all had spaghetti for dinner, a most welcome repast.

Since then I have been working and studying and have even passed a CLEP test on Analyzing and Interpreting Literature. Hopefully English Lit. will follow shortly in its wake. I'm sure that I will have more to tell later, and that y'all will have many good and interesting questions to ask that I can answer in kind. Till then, God bless and God speed!

This is awesome!

2006-10-03T11:23:00.000-05:00

We The People..... Of The United States

"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines....We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are so confused by the Bill of Rights that they require a Bill of NON-Rights."

ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.

ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.

ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.

ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes.

ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.

ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.

ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.

ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful.

ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.

ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (lastly....) NOW..

ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!!!!

If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States speak out because if you do not, who will?
Author uncertain
Has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Aye from GA.

Faces, books, new websites, oh my!

2006-09-29T09:22:00.000-05:00

In His Time

2006-09-20T15:08:00.000-05:00

My goodness, must I start off every post apoligizing for not having posted in quite a while? ;-) T'would seem I must since it has been quite a while since my last post. Anyhoo, here am, what?

Life is going very well for the most part. Who can't say that at just about any moment? It's one of those vague, open-ended sort of paragraph-opening statements, which, if you'll note its placement, is how I've contrived to use it on this occasion. But seriously, I'm doing rather well (another vague generality, I know) and working to adjust to the ever-increasing stresses of full blown campaign season.

I could rant and rave, and possibly even wax eloquent concerning the specific and minutely irritating stresses that make up my days, but that would no doubt bore you. Ranting and raving has its points, don't get me wrong, it's just not known to be encouraging or uplifting and that is more along the lines of what I would communicate.

Ever felt like the world was ganging up on you? P.G. Wodehouse mentions it as feeling "as though fate was waiting around the next corner with a bit of lead pipe." Now hold on...HOLD ON! This is going to be positive. I've been feeling in the aforementioned manner lately but so many folks have been such an encouragement to me that it has quite tipped the scales in the other direction. Yes, some times at work have been more than rough. Yes, there have been some longer days and unrestful nights. But on top of that the Lord has used friends and family members to show me that I never have it hard enough to not trust Him.

Trusting is hard to do. Especially when it comes to trusting God for other people...like your parents. Being an oldest has certain perks, and certain unperks. Knowing too much about your parents particular failings can be a very great detriment to your relationship with them. It can certainly hinder your comfort in trusting such amazingly sinful people. And yet, reading Scripture, I have yet to find a passage that gives me an out. Mostly I find passages that speak of my obligations and how God calls me to obey them. Trusting them is my responsibility; using them for my good because He has put them over me is God's responsibility. So in essence, when I don't trust them I'm saying that my finite standards for placing trust in someone are greater than the infinite standards of God. Sure sounds like a plan for my best interest doesn't it?

I know I'm to place my trust in God and not worry about changing my parents, but knowing it doesn't make it easy. And yet, there is a peace that comes from resting in God's sovereign care that covers all my worries. That is the uplifting news I want to share. It isn't easy, and I don't really think it ever will be, but lately God has been giving me encouragement through His Word and the people He has placed in my life that trusting in Him is the only truly safe option.

I can worry all I want about what I perceive as poor decisions and frustrating acts on the part of my parents. I can worry every moment about the safety of the people I love. All my worrying won't change who my parents are or protect my loved ones. Only God's wisdom and grace can keep me humble before Him and my parents. Only his love and protection can guard the ones I love.

In His time He will add maturity to my age and wisdom to my knowledge. As He sees fit I will come to know what love really means. Till then, trusting Him to work through my parents and guard my loved ones is the only safe option.

Some new pictures...

2006-06-29T11:54:00.000-05:00

Since "a picture is worth a thousand words," and I've been having a hard time coming up with anywhere near to a thousand words of late, here are some pictures that I took along the James River and in Richmond on the 28th of June.

The James is currently at flood-stage due to the recent heavy rains and the muddy water provided an interesting contrast to the summer foliage along the river's edge.
This is looking across the James towards the South Side from Brown's Island.
Some local trees on Brown's Island that looked particularly photogenic with the sunbeams doing their thing--needless to say, I couldn't resist.
Two of the several skyscapers that dot the Richmond Skyline. These two in particular look rather dignified with their somewhat more refined lines and rose-tinted windows. One of them does have a balcony, but is not available for public observation.
This angle just caught me as a great potential shot with the flag in the foreground fitting nicely in the corner of the Suntrust building...needed better wind though.
I tried out the "Foliage" setting on my camera for this shot of the sun in the leaves over my head. I think it came out rather well, if lacking in variety.

The Beauty of the Bride

2006-04-28T09:53:00.000-05:00

A friend's posting brought this song to mind and as I reread it I was again struck by the beauty and comfort that the song speaks of. The rendition I'm familiar with is sung by Steve Green on his Where Mercy Begins album and the song really is beautiful. Thought y'all might enjoy. Enjoy!

Opening my eyes I see
The answer to my soul's great need
To belong, to be more than what I am
A stunning new reality
Unfolding now inside of me
I'm a part of the beauty of the bride

My belongingness
Was bought by His faithfulness
Was purchased with His blood

Chorus:
We will see Him coming
With His arms held open wide
Captivated by the hidden beauty of the bride
Sooner than we know
And all at once He will appear
And we will finally be made one
At last we'll hear the Bridegroom calling "Come"

Homeless now, I'll soon be home
Lonely now, but never alone
With a thirst to keep myself for Him
He has made his purpose clear
Choosing now to leave me here
Still I long and I wait to hear His call

My belongingness
Was bought by His faithfulness
Was purchased with His blood

The Spirit and the bride say "Come"
And let the one who hears say, "Come"
And to all who thirst, now let them come

Chorus
We will finally be made one
When we hear the Bridegroom call
Calling "Come"

A Press Release...

2006-04-11T11:48:00.000-05:00

_____________________
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
April 11, 2006
Contact: Joseph Moss
Director of Humor

MOSS ANNOUNCES FUNDING TO CORPORATION TO STUDY THE PURPOSE OF LIFE IN GENERAL AND YOURS IN PARTICULAR

YORKTOWN, VA--His Loftiness Joseph Moss, Esq., announced today that the Department of Classified Funding Operations (DCFO) has awarded a substantial grant (amount classified) to the corporation of Joseph Moss Enterprises to analyze in detail the purpose of life in general and yours in particular.

“Funding of this nature is to be encouraged whole-heartedly, and so long as we don’t know where the money comes from, we all stand to benefit substantially,” said Mr. Moss. “I look forward with great anticipation to the outcome of this study. The results will definitely be illuminating and possibly shocking which will alter the balance of stress somewhat. We all will learn a great deal from this deserving corporation’s research.”

This study of life purpose will consider where the universe is, how favorite colors affect anything, when the party ought to begin, who will become Prime Minister of Lithuania, why there are no Martian women, and what eggplants are doing here anyway. These issues will first be addressed from the perspective of the general populace (who will be canvassed inadequately to ascertain their position), and then from your particular situation. In order to promote peace and stability, information must be created to allow for general understanding.

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Many happy returns!

2006-03-01T08:41:00.000-05:00

A very good friend, viz Katy Jones, is celebrating today and I would encourage as many as will to celebrate with her on this, her 21st birthday. :-D I would wholeheartedly endorse a course of action that would place a multitude of happy birthday wishes on her blogs. To be found at http://beyeglad.blogspot.com/ and http://www.xanga.com/PennaeAquilarum. Hint, hint. ;-)

2006-02-22T16:33:00.000-05:00

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable
At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty
You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it
Your caffeine addiction level: high

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

2006-02-22T16:28:00.000-05:00

You're a Cappicinno!

What Kind of Coffee are You?
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Keeping the good times rolling

2006-02-17T13:24:00.000-05:00

I've been blessed. Greatly blessed in so many ways but most visibly in the friends God has given me. What has been on my mind of late is "How does one 'keep' the friendships that have been so graciously given?" You see, most of my life I've been moving once every 3-4 years (sometimes shorter--8 months) because of my dad's job in the Air Force. This meant I learned to do a better job making friends than 'keeping' them, generally speaking.

Now that I've been in one place going on 9 years, I'm running into a conundrum. There are all these people who know me WHO ARE STILL AROUND. All the other places I've lived, long before I got to know people this well our family moved on. The most interesting thing is, most of the people I'm friends with have been 'in location' for most of their lives. So, as you might imagine, there are occasionally some disconnects. Ships passing in the dark, mixed messages, etc.

College was something of a combination of these two aspects for me. It was a comparatively shorter stay than most of the other places I'd been, but much more intense and open in the way of relationships and friendships. The abundance of like-minded folks was at times overwhelming, and for the first time ever it was as if I had a host of older siblings, which, as an oldest myself, was greatly appreciated. I got along fairly well with most everybody but definitely got to know some folks much better than others, and have tried to maintain those friendships particularly.

One question that came to the fore after leaving college was "How can I possibly prioritize my friendships?" Sounds harsh, I know, but it seems to have happened without my intending it. Those I had the best friendships with I've stayed in the most open communication with. Those who were good friends, but not as close, I tend to be very receptive whenever they contact me but don't initiate much on my end. So how do some people do it? They have a bazillion friends and know each and every one of them intimately. Personally, I have a hard time with the few I keep in touch with.

Is it better to sink a shaft in a couple of places, looking for deep and long-lasting friendships; or is it better to spread yourself 2 miles wide, but only an inch deep, looking to make friends with everyone you meet? And how do you keep from offending people by making friends with them quickly and struggling to keep up with them later? IS there a better option?

Like I said at the outset, I've been blessed far better than I deserve. But in being given so many wonderful gifts, I don't want to squander or abuse them. I'd much prefer to return the blessing in as many ways as I can. However, being human has its limitations--as we're all aware. I have a great deal of respect for all my friends and truly wish them the best. With all their various experiences, I'd be very interested to hear their takes/views/perspectives on friendship maintenance.

(Something of a rambling post, I know, but it's what was on my mind)

Another quiz while I wait for post-inspiration...

2006-02-08T10:10:00.000-05:00

You scored as Pippin. You're Perregrin Took! This young, curious little hobbit is constantly getting into trouble, but is always quick to help his friends and provides the humor needed during depressing times.
"The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. That's the last thing they'll expect."

Pippin

81%

Eowyn

75%

Samwise

75%

Gandalf

69%

Frodo

63%

Arwen

56%

Aragorn

50%

Gollum

31%

Faramir

19%

Which LOTR character are you?
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Go figure dude...I wasn't even trying!

2006-01-26T14:33:00.000-05:00

I'm a Honda S2000!

You live on the edge, and you live for the adrenaline rush. You don't need luxuries, snob appeal, or superfluous gadgets. You put your top down, get your motor revving, and take all the curves that life throws at you at full speed. So what if you spin out occasionally?

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Doubleheader!

2006-01-16T15:56:00.000-05:00

The Sign of the Frisbee

A beckon and call,
To one and to all:
"Come to the circle and play."

"Lets play the night away,"
At the circle they'll say,
Where often the sign is found.

Where great friends abound,
With much melodious sound,
There you will see the sign.

As it soars with a whine,
That is quite almost divine,
This phantom of field an fen.

A zephyr uniting kith and ken,
A banshee dividing the boys from the men,
This disc all aglow from the light.

And so they'll play hard and fight,
With sweat and toil late into the night,
To merely touch that which they cherish.

And those who are strong will flourish,
Appeasing the need which they nourish,
As they capture the disc for their own.

Play like it's all you've ever known,
Running hard with your hair windblown,
Simply to play, win or lose.

Your team of friends you didn't chose,
Your opponents, playing with different views,
A different battle each time 'tis fought.

Respect and honor is what is sought,
For the disc brings out much thought,
On many things other than sport.

Such things of an interesting sort,
To awaken a man, though he a mort,
Is the delicate task we undertake.

This disc and these friends, for their sake,
To keep them, many sacrifices we'd make,
And THAT is the sign of the Frisbee.

Coffeecups and Sunbeams

2006-01-16T15:08:00.000-05:00

Coffeecups and Sunbeams

As I lay down upon the floor,
To read of Jeeves, and Wooster;
A bright sunbeam my back did tour,
Lighting dust missed by the duster.

And when it shone upon my mug,
An amber gold my coffee turned;
Distracting me from some poor pug,
Running a race it had not earned.

Oasis in a white desert,
Brown coffee above the carpet,
I love coffee, I do assert,
When the sun makes it its target.

So I'll always wonder and gaze,
When sunbeams set my cup ablaze.

A Brief Note

2006-01-12T17:13:00.000-05:00

Just a brief note to clue y'all in that I'll be signing any comments as 'A Scottish Whisperer.' A mere heads-up.

Great Thanks!

2006-01-12T14:25:00.000-05:00

Like the new look? So do I, and must give great credit where great credit is due. :-) Please join me in thanking my very good friend Kelly (http://www.livingbygrace.blogspot.com) for her exercising her talents on my behalf. What an awesome gift. Thanks again Kelly!

Title request...

2006-01-05T11:04:00.000-05:00

Greetings best beloved [readers], I'm thinking of rendering another atempt at eloquentry in sonnet form and would be interested in y'all's ideas for a title. Simple as that. Nothing more to add, etc. Let me know, and all that, as it were. Tootlepip 'n ta-ta.

Another favorite song

2006-01-05T09:47:00.000-05:00

Distressing Disguise--Michael Card. A favorite song of mine, enjoy!

He is in the pain, He is in the need
He is in the poor, we are told to feed
Though He was rich, for us He became poor
How could He give so much, what was it for?

In His distressing disguise
He waits for us to surmise
That we rob our brothers by all that we own
And that's not the way He has shown

Every time a faithful servant serves
A brother that's in need
What happens at that moment is a miracle indeed
As they look to one another in an instant it is clear
Only Jesus is visible for they've both disappeared

He is in the hand that reaches out to give
He is in the touch that causes men to live
So speak with your life now as well as your tongue
Shelter the homeless, take care of the young

In His distressing disguise
He hopes that we'll realize
That when we take care of the poorest of them
We've really done it to Him

A quiz, if you wish

2005-12-23T11:10:00.000-05:00

While not as keen on taking others tests, I have nothing against folks talking on of my own creation. Enjoy...or not.

http://www.bebo.com/inviteq/130709410a212494684b

2005-12-20T13:27:00.000-05:00

I found this picture recently, and since someone *cough, cough* mentioned it might do as well for me to post a picture of a Christmas tree as to decorate the one at home, I here present it for your perusal. In my opinion, the Christmas tree isn't the best part of the picture...I'll let you guess as to what I like best about the scene portrayed here. ;-)

The Final Word

2005-12-20T09:36:00.000-05:00

This is one of my favorite songs and thought I might share it with y'all. And who knows, I may just have to post some of my other favorites...;-)

You and me we use so very many clumsy words.
The noise of what we often say is not worth being heard.
When the Father’s Wisdom wanted to communicate His love,
He spoke it in one final perfect Word.

He spoke the Incarnation and then so was born the Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.

And so the Father’s fondest thought took on flesh and bone.
He spoke the living luminous Word, at once His will was done.
And so the transformation that in man had been unheard
Took place in God the Father as He spoke that final Word.

He spoke the Incarnation and then so was born the Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.

And so the Light became alive
And manna became Man.
Eternity stepped into time
So we could understand.

He spoke the Incarnation and then so was born the Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.

Somewhat disturbing...

2005-12-12T17:28:00.000-05:00

You scored as Goofy. Your alter ego is Goofy! You are fun and great to be around, and you are always willing to help others. You arn't worried about embarrassing yourself, so you are one who is more willing to try new things.

Goofy

69%

Sleeping Beauty

56%

Pinocchio

50%

Ariel

44%

Donald Duck

44%

The Beast

38%

Peter Pan

38%

Snow White

25%

Cinderella

19%

Cruella De Ville

19%

Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?
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Concerning my late encounter with musical mixtures both foreign and familiar; or, Wizards in Winter

2005-12-01T13:36:00.000-05:00

Dun-dun-dun-tin-Dun-dun-dun-tin-Dun-dun-dun-tun-Dun-dun-dun-tun-Dun-dun-dun-tin-Dun-dun-dun-tin-ten-tun-tin-tun-tin-tun. x2. Add flashing lights. Add that cool fog stuff. Add a few Christmas-colored Lasers. Incorporate thousands of screaming fan-types. Oh, and include the band peoples--The Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Result? Totally awesome coolness that almost rocks you out of your seat. 8-D

I must admit at this point that I've never been to a hard rock concert. I have been to several performances by the Boise Philharmonic and other similar groups, as well as one concert by Caedmon's Call (which thankfully was a once-in-my-lifetime event). The concert that launched itself upon Hampton Roads last evening was something of a mix of what I knew and what was definitely new. Allow me to explain.

With violins I am familiar, and I am far from being unaccustomed with cellos . Keyboards are known to me along with drums, guitars and melodious vibrations of the larynx. However, extremely hard-rockish (and by no means associated with your Grandma's rocking chair, Oh best beloved) long-hairish, wild-eyeish, grinning, electric guitar playing dudes are by no means close acquaintances. At my most reliable count (sitting on the front row, I was mightily affected by the strobe lights), I believe there were 2 cellos, 6-7 violins, 1 drummer, 2 keyboardists, 1 bass dude, 2 electric guitar dudes, 1 electric violin dude, and assorted vocalists (non-electric).

Last evening, I saw in person the largest collection of special effects in one place I've ever seen in my life. I did. The (changing) lights were perfectly attuned to the modulating harmonics being projected towards me at great speed and volume. The fireworks I found especially impressive along with the Lasers, flames that change color, and fireballs. The show, to say nothing of the music itself, was inspiring. One felt that one was about to made very much nearer to God through the total dissemination of this mortal coil.

But one must say something of the music itself. Words fail. Simply glorious. Heart pounding, foot-stomping, head shaking, melodious, and in some cases, graceful, hard rock exhausts my feeble attempts to describe what I saw, heard, and felt. The bands focus is mostly on Christmas music and I was pleasantly surprised to find that, while at times overly sentimental, the theme was overtly Christian Christmas. No calling on Santa or the elves, but many reverent references made to God the Father, "the Son who was born for us", and the "almighty Savior". Somewhat of a contrast as you might well agree. Not a Christian band, I think, but one that is definitely more knowledgeable in certain areas than is the norm, and refreshingly so. I enjoyed the evening exceedingly well. It has made me speechless, I tell you. Quite speechless, and I haven't stopped talking of it since.

Coming to the end of my own descriptive powers I can only direct you to the band's website for you to come to your own conclusions regarding the band's subjective value. There are some clips to listen to under the tab--Wizards in Winter is especially good, it inspired the intro to this post ;-). http://www.trans-siberian.com

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekend

2005-11-17T13:24:00.001-05:00

Oh my, oh me! Or, should I say, oh me, or my! I quite enjoy my weekends, my only problem currently is that they necessitate a certain amount of recovery upon their conclusion. This is not to say that I don't enjoy them because they tire me out, but rather that they tire me out and I enjoy every minute of it. Take this past weekend, for example...

I moseyed up to see some friends at PHC (and the surrounding vicinity) on Friday the 11th. This was made doubly enjoyable by the fact that I was doing my moseying in newly acquired vehicular modus transportus--to be short--a new car. But anyway, I got up to school Friday afternoon and checked in with the folks who I stayed with for the weekend (an extremely gracious family by all accounts). I then proceeded to the campus and picked up some friends for a cook out.

Or a drive-and-hike-and-cook out I mean. We hiked up to Raven's Rock on the Appalachian Trail and had a most wonderful time. Finding firewood while the sun shines is the preferred method, but flashlights work too. After enough wood was collected, we got a rousing fire going, and then the cooking began. I came to the conclusion that I'm destined to eat spicy sausages. Strange, I know, but a revalation nontheless. My destiny was revealed in this way. We'd all taken sticks to roast our sausages on and we'd brought two varieties: spicy and normal. My natural affinity for spicy things induced me to spike a spicy sausage. This I roasted (to the utmost of perfection) and consumed. I decided to have another as there was plenty to go around had myself another jalepeno-laced tube-steak. This was working out rather well and I thought I'd try one of the normal ones. Sausage is placed on stick. Stick is placed over fire. Fire cooks sausage...which promptly splits, drips sausage stuff, laughs with glee, and jumps into the fire. Aside from the affrontry of being laughed at by my supposed dinner, I took no offense and quickly skewered another slick swinelett. This well-mannered peice of pork, presented itself in well-mannered pride to the prestigious flame, and proceeded to plop itself amongst the embers, precisely in the place of its predecessor. It was in this manner that my destiny was unfolded to me and I succombed to the fact that God has intended me to be a spicy sausage consuming person--besides, we were breaking out the marshmallows.

The marshmallows went a lot better than the sausages and were consumed in far larger quantities--which is totally appropriate. Some of the girls even brought s'mores stuff, which was wonderfully messy. We ate our roasted/burned/cindered marshmallows and talked and sang and overall had a great time. We were joined by some other friends who hung out with us and probably would have stayed out talking much longer than we did, but some people had to head out--such is the way of life.

Saturday morning I drove with a good friend up to Maryland to pick up a co-op order for my mom and several other families in my area. Actually, most of the order came back with me, I opted to leave about 200 lbs. there so that I wouldn't bottom out my suspension. With roughly 900 lbs. situated between my trunk and the back seats my friend and I made it back to the college uneventfully. We did see a sign for Harper's Ferry and both decided that since it was such a nice day, that would be an awesome way to use it.

We got back, unloaded the car, grabbed some lunch (leftover sausages, and you guessed it, I got another spicy one), and drove out to Harper's Ferry. We'd both been there before, but only one of us had been up Maryland Heights--ergo, it was up Maryland Heights we went. At about 2 miles to hike up, it was a respectable hike and the view was simply wonderful. While the wind was a little chilly at times, overall it was very comfortable. My friend decided that the beaten path was to be eschewed and with a "Hey! Look at those people way out there! You think we can get waaaaaay out on that rock?" we were off the beaten path. We found a spot with an even better view up and down both the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers, as well as a panoramic vista of the town beneath us. Definitely out of my normal comfort zone, but just as definitely worth it.

When we got back there was the Hoedown to attend. The sand was damp, and a bit sloshy in my personal opinion, but I don't think that affected the enjoyment of the evening at all. There were lots of good people to see, many interesting dances to be danced, and lots of laughter to share. I got the dirtiest I've ever gotten dancing but I really wasn't paying attention. It was all fun and the evening went late as we all enjoyed the music, company of good friends, and the dancing that ensued.

Sunday morning I slept in too much. Funny how when you look at your watch once its 8:15 AM and the next 10:30 AM. Normally I walk to church with a good friend and we try to leave the campus at 10--ergo my panic of sorts and rushed shower, packing and driving. I made it to the campus at 11:15 AM or so and we walked in to church together, chatting. The church service was led by a visiting pastor who I hadn't seen in a long time and I was encouraged to be able to renew the acquaintance. He preached on Psalm 1 and did a meticulous job of following the outline provided by that Psalm and drawing ample application. The fellowship time was well spent and I enjoyed seeing everyone. After things were picked up my friend and I walked back to school and after metamorphosing into our more comfortable selves, played a couple rounds of Spit before I had to load up and head out.

I'm still amazed that it all fit. A friend needed a ride down to my neck of the woods (or thereabouts) and I was glad to have him along for the journey--it proved a great time to catch up with each other. But anyway, in my car we had the 900 lbs. of co-op food (50 lb. bags of grain, tubs of peanut butter, a 60 lb. bucket of honey, etc.), my stuff, my friend's stuff, my friend, and myself. I'm really glad we didn't bottom out the car. It survived the trip well, and I now have a new appreciation for what my car can handle. The ride back home was uneventful, other than some heavy traffic on the homeward end, and some really good conversation with my friend, ranging from politics to the theology. So OK, it was an eventful trip.

Thus was my weekend. It was joyful, enjoyable, and worthy of rejoicing over, and I am now recovering joyfully.

Musings...

2005-11-10T13:09:00.000-05:00

Well, now, that's a little more like it! Coolin' down and everything--bring on the Fall, er, Autumn. It was most refreshingly wonderful this morning to get up and drive off into the rain, with the sky totally overcast, and in the space of an hour have the sky clear, cool, and crisp. These cold fronts are all that they are cracked up to be. And when one is expecting to go spend a most splendiforously fantabulous weekend with cherished chums, I tell you, life just doesn't get any better.

But wait--it does get better! There's dancing. In a humongeous barn. And food. And beverages. And live music. And more dancing. If there's one thing I like more than anything it's music. Rousing good music that won't let you keep your feet still. Combine that with excellent companions--you know the type, the one's you've been through the wars with--and you know some awesome memories are in the making. Making memories is really great, especially when making them with the best friends you have.

This weekend will be nice. The weather is finally starting to assume its autumnal countenance and while there aren't many leaves left on the trees, the foliage that's visible is enhanced by the backdrop. I think I'm looking forward to it particularly because I don't have to plan much. I like my weekends (and life in general) that way. A goal to stive for and a basic plan to get there--that's me. Now as far as all the intermediary stuff, obviously some of it is more important than others, but my tendency is to be fluid, taking changes as they come. Occasionally I try to effect some change of my own when I'm in the mood, but mostly I just enjoy what's going on and try to be good company.

I'll have to post something following the weekend, as the muse strikes. If there's one thing I've noticed it's that good posts can't be forced, they have to happen. And having the time to jot them down when they do happen adds quite another varible. So...there 'tis for all you wondering at the random and somewhat sporadic nature of my postings--there's reason to't after all. There are things I would have posted if I'd had the time, and there are times I've sat and stared and stared and sat, wondering what on earth was worth writing about. But no, it has to happen as it happens, and all in all, I think that's for the best. I'll be posting shortly (read "in the author's good time, if the publisher is willin'").

Executive Session...or is it?

2005-11-02T13:28:00.000-05:00

You know, it's interesting. When one hears "Executive Session" one thinks of all these cool executive types getting together to discuss, well, executive things. This would seem normal. But in our nation's capital this is not the case. Ho no. What we have there is the more formal rendering of the term and it is invoked. I refer to the events of yesterday when certain personages invoked rule 21 of the Senate in order to bog down proceedings with an untimely discussion of irrelevant material.

The Brits have a most wonderful word to describe this sort of malarky: tripe. I don't know what a tripe is exactly but it has that unharmonious ring to it that perfectly captures the sentiment put forward by "those on the other side of the aisle." They complain about the deficit, but won't cut taxes or spending; they militantly oppose the war in Iraq, but won't bring forth viable alternatives; they dismiss SCOTUS nominees as "radical" and "out of the mainstream," but fail to note that the "mainstream" elected a president last year who would nominate justices in the mold of Antonin Scalia.

That's another problem. They get all upset when it looks like the justice to replace Sandra Day O'Connor won't swing just the way she did. They say that they are determined to uphold what our vaunted forefathers intended when they authored the Constitution. Well, make up your minds! Do you want a particular rendition of the Constitution that promotes your agenda or do you want an unbiased application of the law in the manner the Founding Fathers intended?

Not that I am in any way distraught over these matters. I merely wish to see our lawmakers, who make such a point of listening to the American people and holding the truth in such high esteem, be held accountable to their word. Now there's a radically conservative idea.

What ho and hey howdy hey!

2005-10-06T12:14:00.000-05:00

Well, well, well. Greetings all you dudes and dudelettes! I guess it's time for an update of sorts. Life is going on--mostly--at breakneck speed and I've gotten the distict impression that it's not going to slowdown any time soon. Ah, well. "What ho!" say I--life should be lived with gusto, and when gusto is in short supply, go for spontinaity.
Speaking of spontinaity, I've had that in copious amounts recently. So life has been lived with gusto and spontinaity. The days are long and the weeks fly by--odd isn't it? You'd think it ought to be t'other way 'round. This being the posish, my weekends have been quite the focal point for me of late.
Last weekend I was up at college to socialize and generally and hang out. Found out after I got there that it was homecoming weekend (of sorts) which by no means crimped the spirits. :-D Got to see loads of folk that I hadn't seen in eons and ages etc. Most enjoyable, but somewhat exhausting. Also got to worship with very good friends on Sunday and totally enjoyed that time of fellowship.
This upcoming weekend I'll be up at the college again--this time for a wedding. Odd's fish but the folk at this particular college, whether staff or students, are certainly falling like flies. You know the kind of flies I mean, the courting/engaged/marrying types. Loads of them. Falling all over the place. Rather disconcerting at first but, after a while one gets used to it. Especially if one has joined the ranks, as it were. :-)
Back to the wedding; has anyone ever led dancing at a wedding before? Or led dancing (of the English Country, Contra-, or Square varieties) at all? I don't mind doing it, I just find it somewhat...hmmm...not frustrating per se, but interesting, to be encouraging and helping with something that one can't really participate in while one is encouraging and helping with, if you get my drift. We shall see. Should be fun whatever the outcome, which for a certain couple had better be marriage. :-P
The weekend following I'll be in Old-Town Alexandria for the staff-retreat for my office. Kind of like a pseudo/quasi paid vacation of sorts. First time in attendence and I've heard, through the mulberry bush, and from the weasel, that the Boss is having the staff over to his house for BBQ--Yeehaw! And so, as you can well see from my unabashed ramblings that I'm quite incapacitated, and enjoying every minute of it. Such are my postings for any newcomers. Will post again shortly. Seriously, I will. :~)

2005-09-06T22:28:00.000-05:00

Greetings fellow humans, earthlings, Martians, Venusians, and small spiny things that inhabit all the other planets. If your postings are not posted as slow as my postings, you've probably noticed that my postings have been posted extremely slowly of late. In short: I now have a job that takes up a rather large portion of my time. I don't know how many people read this or whether it is of any great interest to anyone, but I've come to the conclusion that this form of communication is probably going to be very hard to maintain at present. However, I would be delighted to keep up with people through other venues. Email is by far the best. I can be reached at two primary emails: ascottishwhisper@gmail.com and bonnieprincejoe@aim.com . For those of you speed chatters, my AIM screenname is BonniePrinceJoe, and I also use Google Talk. I will probably get back to making postings on a regular basis; however, in the interim, please feel free to keep up with me (and I with you) in the aforementioned mediums. God bless and God speed!

Of Life In General

2005-05-21T09:04:00.000-05:00

Greetings one and all...or is it all and one? Anyhoo, the greeting is not the point, the point is that I'm updating this blog thing. I admitt that I have been somewhat remiss in my abstinence, however, one should have an excuse in such circs and such is the case. I've been, well, busy. Yes, busy and what's-it, time fully engaged elswhere to be clear. No, not engaged elsewhere, but engaged elsewhere. If there's a shortfall with the English language it's the way it can miscontrued and misinterpreted at at any bloke's whim. Yes...now where was I? Ah, excuses.

I'm quite a decent excuser, if excuser is the word I want, and more than capable of expunging myself from almost (see Tiffany for details) any situation. The case in point is my issue of not entering the daily letters or grouping thereof. My life since a fortnight ago has been rather disheveled, quite like hair, if you follow my meaning, in that my summer internship was jumpstarted. To ellucidate you fully, I volunteered at President Bush's speech in West Point, VA, last Monday and was to a small degree involved with preparations for said speech from the Friday previous till the day of the speech itself. All the while I've been in the middle of completing a course of study, working on reapplication to PHC, trying to find a job, and working at the internship (a moderate commute of 50 odd miles). So, as you've no doubt gathered, I've been in the sauce to some extent or other.

Such being the posish, I dropped the journal bit for a time to try--through the means of restoratives know only to myself--and rest up. Realization that this was not to be accomplished in this lifetime, I've determined to enter a few words here and there as the fancy takes me. Also, when my lack of corrospondence becomes a topic of comment on the street, well then, there is but one thing to do--prove groundless the claims of those who peruse my work at random by typing a tad on the keys.

Having done what I set out to do, I now press on. For those of you wishing to comment, I'll not keep you from doing so, but will request the normal procedure be followed.

What an AWESOME Weekend!

2005-04-26T09:32:00.000-05:00

Greetings and what's-it! I'm still recovering from the recent weekend. That's to say I'm already missing the people who came to visit and can't wait till I can see them again. Certain friends of mine from Patrick Henry College had the opportunity to record a CD (they were a singing ensemble "Free Indeed") in Elizabeth City, NC, and needed a place to stay. Well, hey! A Moss is not a Moss if the floor is not more comfortable than his bed when there's the possibility of having guests over. As it worked out, the group stayed with families in my church and graced us with their voices during and after worship on Sunday--a most wonderful and God-honoring experience. After church on Sunday we had a congregational meal in order to facilitate some fellowship time before the students had to head back up to northern Virginia. I was thrilled no end when some of them took me up on my families offer to have some activity at our house before the ride back. We played ping-pong for a while, and then all mozeyed over to the local soccer field and had a rousing game of Ultimate Frisbee in the most inconsistant windy conditions. Even with the wind we had an awesome time and there were some truly amazing plays made. To the best of my knowledge, all the students (and those intimately associated with the group) made it back safely to the college. I hope to mingle and mix with them again soon, possibly at graduation, Lord-willing. I'm not normally melancholy, but dashed if I don't miss those people terribly.

Spring...forward...dash it!

2005-04-06T09:29:00.000-05:00

One goes to sleep. The dreamy overcomes one and slumber ensues. Rest accrued. All that sort of bally thing. Good for the soul, what? Then, the blasted alarm goes off--A WHOLE HOUR EARLY! One jumps out of bed; one throws the requisite slipper at the offending machinery. The bally thing refuses to cease and desist, and so, belatedly, one applies the firm hand to the disturber of peace and quiet. Why? Why this racket at such an indecent hour? Why this insanity? All thanks to you, Carolus Linnaeus. Just because you couldn't sleep when the sun came stealing through the curtains, you decided to foist on the unsuspecting public this...this... Words fail. The old vocab. can't stand the test. This Thing. Now, thanks to you, glasses of unspeakable contents are raised in the hopes of forcing conciousness on a resisting frame. All humanity recoils. It revolts. Rebellion ensues. What is the upshot? The blighted upshot is that the nation stands divided. Divided I tell you! Over this issue of when one gets up in the morning from the first Sunday of April to the last Sunday of October. Alaska, Hawaii, Arizona, and various rebels (bless them) elsewhere have clung to the sheets and pillow. Our nation calls on us to act. "What can we do," say you. "Ah hah!" say I, "I have the answer." As culture spread from the East to the West, or was it West to East? Whatever the direction, the point is, it spread. Enlightenment, Reformation, and chocolate covered coffee beans have all moved with progress. The answer is to flow with reason and ebb with sound judgement. In short--join the rest of the world in blissful disobservance of the blight upon humanity of this so-called Daylight Savings Time. If some odd bean wishes still to rise and fall with the sun, I would be the last to dissuade. However, I'd be the first to explain that his actions should in no way invalidate mine. In conclusion, join the movement of progress and exert your rights--sleep in with purpose!

Teeth...what do they have to do with wisdom?

2005-03-23T18:04:00.000-05:00

Yo! Since last blogging, I've been subjected to the extraction of something I like to think of as near and dear to me--my wisdom[teeth]. The exact operation was quite painless (I was asleep for the whole thirty minutes), and after the grogginess had somewhat abated, I went home. Spending the rest of the day in bed, I gradually recovered. I think I'm still getting over it, but I'm well on the mend.
What is interesting to me; what I find curious, is that two pieces of enamel could have anything to do with the higher functions--as in to the nth degree--of the brain. It just doesn't make sense. Oh, I suppose that some people say that it's because of when your wisdom teeth come in. Right...my grandma had to have her's out not too long ago--what does that mean? Does this mean conversely that we should have "stupid beards," for those who decide to grow them before they are wise? The possibilities are almost endless, and there has to be a good reason for some of these things.
And there's another question: If these teeth make you wise, why are they always removed? Does this reflect rather poorly on our culture or what? Don't answer that...especially with 'what.' But seriously, wisdom should be desired, cultivated, and maintained. Not encapsulated in hard little white things that we strive to eradicate at the first feasible opportunity. There, I think that should fill the rambling quota...:~)

Debate Tourney!

2005-03-15T10:51:00.000-05:00

This past weekend was crazy...or moreso than usual. It's always a little out of the ordinary around here--we've come to consider mildly crazy as normal. But anyhoo, this past weekend there was a debate tourney in Winchester, VA, and the whole family went. Actually, quite a lot of people from our church went--it was really cool. My brothers (Chris and Tim) were debating, my other brothers (Andrew and Kirk) were timing, and Mom, Dad, and I were judging. There were about 26 teams competing for the two top slots predominantly. This was somewhat of a different tournament. There were no qualifying slots for the Region IX Invitational, but the top two finishing teams got direct passage to Nationals in San Diego. So, great motivation.

Both of my brothers did very well, Chris making it as far as semifinals with his partner. In the act of judging, flowing, and observing I had the opportunity to hear, and hear of, some really odd cases. How many of you think that it would be feasible to sell ANWR (the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge) to the Canadians in order to fund a space progam designed to harvest helium from the moon? This year's resolution is: That the United States should change its energy policy to substantially reduce its dependence on foreign oil. Rather open-ended but that's how it goes this year. Some of the other plans for Bio-Diesel, Magnetic-Levitation, Hemp, Hybrid Electric Vehicles, Hydrogen, and Thermal-Depolymerization can be run well or poorly depending on the team.

What I decided was that as a judge I should capitalize on my position and make my own name tag: "Hi, my name is Mr. Destiny/Fate, be nice to me!" But so far I've thought better of it which is probably in my best interest. We've got another tournament coming up this Friday in Charlottesville, and another in Annandale a couple weeks following. If I survive (and I'm not even debating!)...that would be nice.

After all there's the Liberty Ball, some folks coming to visit, and life in general. Not to mention frisbee! There's always frisbee...:-)

Copyright

2005-03-07T12:28:00.000-05:00

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Wow. I think this paralegal stuff is getting to me...

A Question of Singleness

2005-02-17T10:04:00.000-05:00

You know, it's interesting how life goes on. You'd think in our something-other-than-normal world that life might take coffee breaks, or possibly even a nap. What we've been stuck with is a time-space continuum, that while it has provided endless plots for numerous science-fiction media, it has yet to be stopped, rewound, fast-forwarded, or paused. This is probably for the best. Should time be controllable, a point would most likely be reached where a government or other controlling entity would place a not-too-objective value on time and start charging for it.
This just would not do. Do what you can; do what you must. Support the non-research of time control methods--it's the only right choice.

Speaking of "life going on," I find this time of year (and especially three days ago) to be a very interesting time of year. Ah, Valentine's Day. "When a boy's mind turns to what a girl has been contemplating all year," or so a quote I once heard goes. And yet such is not always the case. There are also those of the persuasion that it would be more appropriate to wish someone "Happy Single's Awareness Day," or SAD for short. While I must agree that, of all the days of the year, that is probably the one on which singles are most aware of their singleness, one wonders at the message. Is it that singleness should be encouraged, or that, being aware of their singleness, they should seek to remedy their situation? And of the two options, which is better? One has to admit that singles are capable of pursuing certain courses of action more freely because they are single. One also has to admit that while there are those who remain single, that is the vast minority of the population. When considering Scripture on this point, it is worthy of noting that God did not see man's singleness as a benefit, but rather as a situation needing change. All this to say, "Enjoy the singleness God has blessed you with. Use your singleness to His glory, but take into account the fact that for the majority of people God has created, there is a time for that singleness to come to an end. Be willing to serve God to your fullest capacity in whatever station of life He has placed you, and trust Him for the changes (or not) in that station."

Frisbee!

2005-02-06T18:08:00.000-05:00

Welcome and well met! I think I've survived...yep, I survived. Recently (as in last weekend), I was privileged to play with some buddies of mine from PHC at a nice, little, frozen Frisbee Tournament in Lexington, KY. We had the honor of learning some new strategies, as we were beaten by six teams in a row. I know, sounds pretty bad. And it would have been if our attitudes had been any different than they were. Actually (apparently), we had a blast and were able to play our hearts out as we enjoyed chunking a disk around in sub-freezing conditions. But let me explain. Fields = 70 yds x 40 yds; 25 yds deep endzones.

Day 1: Game 1 @ 09:30, 90 minutes long, play to 15. I think we made 4-5 points--not too bad considering the opposition. Enthusiasm probably at peak for the day. Conditions: sleet changing to snow; moderately icy to very icy, about an eighth of an inch of ice on everything. As in, every blade of grass (fun for sliding though). Finish @ 11:00 Loss 4/5 to 15

Game 2 @ 11:00, 90 minutes long, etc. We made 3 points--okay, but definitely not playing our best. Enthusiasm dropping with the temperature. Noticed ice forming on my jersey--odd. Conditions: cold and very icy, sporadic snow. Finish @ 12:30 Loss 3 to 15

Game 3 @ 12:30, etc. We made 3-4 points--still below par and definitely below our potential. Conditions: getting slightly warmer, ice beginning to melt. Point of reference: ice is easier to play on then mud. Enthusiasm rapidly dipping lower--those of us with optimism dishing it out. Finish @ 14:00 Loss 3/4 to 15

Break for lunch and warmth...mostly warmth. Enthusiasm reupped and energy levels bumped up also.

Game 4 @ 15:30 etc. Played an awsome, sporting, kind team. Most like games back at school so far--had an great time playing with them. Definitely warmer now as the field is entirely comprised of 4-6 inch deep mud. Running not a problem, just accelerating, stopping, and turning. Amazingly I managed to keep my uniform relatively clean (through no fault of my own). Finish @ 17:00 Loss 6 to 13

Sleep--recuperate--recover. Took full advantage of the hotel facilities, esp. the hot-tub and pool. Never felt nicer to be warm. Had nice warm (repeat, warm) dinner and sleep. Woke pseudo rested, semi-sore.

Day 2: Game 5 @ 09:30 etc. Change of fields since we so totally destroyed the ones we played on the previous day--about 45 minutes further drive. Thompson (awsome, left-handed dude who was established in the area) played with us this game. We played against King College, and were totally enthused. Mostly because we were playing for fun, and being competitive as a side note rather than the other way around. Made at least 5 points. Conditions: a positively balmy 35 that felt quite warm. Wet but firm field. Finish @ 11:00 Loss 5 to 15

Game 6 @ 11:00 etc. Played Thompson's club from Lexington. Totally awsome play with learning by both sides. Excellent sportsmanship exhibited by all involved. Instance of treason/traitorous activities on the part of one Ash, who, since the other team was shy females, played for them. Jolly source of ribbing but worked out quite well. Very close game and we actually had the lead for a time. Conditions: very pleasant to those as who have been running and tolerable to those as who have not. Warming slightly with mild wind. Finish @ 12:30 Loss 9 to 15

Mostly survived by all with minor injuries. Optimism and joy of the game definitely survived intact--we truly had an awsome time! Word to the wise however: Do not sit for extensive periods of time on very sore muscles--the pain is postponed and exacerbated. Seeing as that is probably all you (or I) can handle at present, I'll have to wait for something else momentous to occur and then will relate it here. Till then...

2005-02-06T16:26:00.000-05:00

Just me...

BrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

2004-12-22T16:34:00.000-05:00

Greetings from the frozen southlands...Ooops, wait, that was yesterday. Greetings from the balmy southlands! I hope this post finds you in good health...and your family as well...because, "if you don't have your health, you don't have anything." I do love this time of year, especially in Virginia, where one can wear shorts one day and a polartec the next. Or if you're really risky, doing both at once. I'm sorry (well, no, I'm not), the populus majorus in the local area in general, and Wal-Mart in particular have no sense of style or fashion whatsoever! Just goes to show that one should not, I repeat, should not, take one's ideas for accoutering oneself in various apparel from a large store. I'm sure that I am well understood.
Life continues to go on, despite rumors to the contrary. Christmas will shortly be upon us--Praise the Lord, Glory Hallelujah! And then New Year's, with the partying and fellowshipping that entails--Football, Fireworks, and Fizz, Oh My! And then, and then, my best beloved comes The First Party. Having acquired the third installment of that most wonderful of trilogies, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, we have vowed to have such friends over as we are able, and with them to celebrate this great achievement by Wingnut Films and New Line Cinema. In short, we are going to have a party with the intent of watching all three extended edition films at one sitting.
The next party will be one of special magnificence, which should put us all into an uproar. The Second Party will take place following the release of the Director's Cut in February *tingles run up and down spine* and it will be at least an hour longer per film than even the extended edition. This will probably need to be a sleep-over since 23 hours of movie is a little much to fit into 1 day. Fudge time must be taken into account (preferably the dark kind with nuts and 'lubrication') as well as time to discuss the new scenes and all that they bring to the fullness of the film as a whole. Aaaaaah.
So as you can see, I've got some things to look forward to. One always does--which is a good thing. Sometimes, however, the difficulty of the road obscures the view of the journey's end. Ah'm moost graetfahl that mah haed ha' bin quite liphtad oop 'ah late, as ez probl'ly ehvidant ehn mah waxin' ah wee tad elokwen' ehn thahs pohst.

Cheerio 'n Tootlepip!

Merry ChrisMoss!

2004-12-15T11:55:00.000-05:00

Stretch the fingers, calibrate the brain, start typing...'tis very nice. What with the house smelling like gingerbread, plum pudding candles, cinnamon, and generally Christmas, I really am enjoying being at home. All the baking, cooking, and craziness is beginning to get to me, dontcha know? My dad is having his company's Christmas party at our house this Friday and my brothers and I have the honor of serving as waiters--no pressure :-). The following evening Chris, Tim, and I are going to be at it again, serving at a friend's party. Fun, Fun, Fun! I'm staying very busy working on schoolwork through Paralegal Tech, trying to find a job, baking, running errands, and trying to work on my book. This time of year life seems to take particular joy in wrapping you around a 2x4 and riding you down a hill. However, the reason for the season is constant and the true JOY that we celebrate helps keep everything in perspective. Where we'd be without Him doesn't bear thinking about, except to cause us to be more amazed in our Savior.

I do want to wish each and everyone of those of you reading this a most Merry ChrisMoss (as we say in my house on account of my brother, Chris) and a Happy New Year. Enjoy the time with family and friends, let the stress of the past semester take its own break from you :-). In closing, I would like to leave you with a blessing medley:

Gaelic Blessing

Aaronic Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you.
The Lord bless you and keep you,
May the wind be always at your back.
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
And be gracious to you
The rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
And give you peace.

2004-11-19T00:03:00.000-05:00

Ah, a breath of fresh air, a splash of cool water, a newly updated blog. Life continues to move on--it does have a tendency to do that, much as we wish it otherwise. Enough intro, on to info. I'm now taking classes, distance learning online with Paralegal Tech Institute. The end result should be Joseph Moss--Certified Legal Assistant or Paralegal in about six months. Classes all are in the evening after eight, leaving room open for a job, which I am in the process of acquiring. Time is also left open for a ballroom dancing class on the side :~). Actually, now that I think about it I've been doing a lot of dancing recently, what with ballroom dancing, contra-dancing, the Hoedown, etc. Can't say I mind though. Have any of y'all, my best beloved/dear reader/the audience etc., ever heard of a blast furnace being made out of two cans and hair dryer? I hadn't either but what does my brother go and do but make one! To briefly explain: my brother has taken up making knives (some of you know about this) from files and barstock or whatever he can find to use. Each knife has been getting better and better. MUCH better. Anyway, he wanted to be able to temper his knifeblades and needed to get them really, really, REALLY hot--1500 degrees or more--and then dunk them in oil. He placed a soup can, about a foot long, in a coffee can, about eight inches long. He cut a hole through both and leaving the top on the soup can cut a slit opening in the side of it where it came above the rim of the coffee can. The area between the cans he filled with sand for insulation and a hole cut through both cans so that the hair dryer can blow into the middle of the inner (soup) can. When the fire was going in the soup can, with the hair dryer blowing on the coals, you could light a large stick on fire by simply touching it to the top of the soup can. Pretty cool. Or hot. When Chris dunked the orange-hot knife in the oil, the oil caught on fire and his knife was nicely tempered.
A rather long-winded discourse but a glimpse through the eyes of Jomoe...More to post latre (maybe next time in Scots?)

2004-07-20T14:55:00.000-05:00

Long time no write. Mostly it's 'cause I've been busy--figures doesn't it? Maintenance is really slowing down, or was when I headed home for my week vacation (to lay a tile floor), and the life of a camp counselor is definitely more demanding than I originally thought. As of now, I have seven great guys in my wing--named after the playwright Eugene O'Neill--Michael Farris, Joshua Holcomb, Thomas Delgado, Evan Carlson, Steven Patterson, Benjamin Kay, and T. Elliot Gaiser. They've been very low maintenance and very productive, from vacuuming at 06:45 to activities ALL day, to Bible study at night. For me it's been a bit of a shift from having a day that runs 8-5 to going 6-11. Sleep is already a rare commodity and gaining value with every moment I'm awake :~). I should be able to update my blog more frequently now so for those few readers still out there I hope you are able to take some light refreshment in the news and ramblings I plan to add.

2004-05-03T21:22:00.000-05:00

The life of the Great Jomoe has recently become more serene. Which is a good thing. Life was starting to make references to "Jomoe souffle," "Vinaigrette a la Jomoe," etc., which was a deplorable state of affairs. However, with certain democratic niceties out of the way, along with public exhibitions of the frequency modulation capabilities of his larynx, Jomoe is now doing much better. His life, as he views it through his own eyes is much improved, although various impending dooms await another day. These will be weathered in their time. Life as it stands at the moment is worth living, and the faery or phantom of Bob seems to grace or haunt my abode more oft of late. "Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight, waiting for the dawn. And silently a baby's breath, a breeze, begins to whisper, 'the sun is coming; quick you must be gone.' All the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe Summer's (Spring is the forerunner) here to stay...

2004-04-15T10:26:00.000-05:00

Oh, what an absolutely astounding, breathtaking, sumptuous day! On such a graet braw deh as this one can't help but ponder the Creator--and that he gifted men to invent a wonderful little disk to express their enjoyment. Praise be to the Lord--we've got the circle back! and delightfully manicured as well. However, such things must wait upon the likes of papers, quizzes, exams, and readings. No matter; I've now got something quite addicting to look forward to. I wonder who all is reading this. It does cause me to wonder at times whether or not this is indeed a worthwhile endevour because how can one have a public journal? Journal's (at least in my mind) are somewhat in the private sector; one doesn't write the most interesting and fascinating stuff in a journal that is to be left open for the first inquisitive person to peer into and read. It would seem that I need to find some interesting points to add to my journal without compromising my pride, ego, or other such things that are near and dear to me. Let us begin then with a story...of...oh...let's say, Jomoe before he was known as such.
In the early and distant years of my youth I was granted the privilege of having (for the space of one year) an older sister. There is nothing strange in this except that up until that point I had been the oldest child in my house (five boys, one girl at the end) and the general rule is "once an oldest, always an oldest." Or at least so I believed. Christy Richards was a wonderful person and entered into my families acquaintance through the need to find a place to stay while completing her Masters program at NASA facility at Langley AFB, VA. She visited our church for a few weeks and, after getting to know us, my folks offered her our spare bedroom in the basement of our house. My first reaction was confusion--was my station in life not stable? The second was intense interest in the potential for pranks (having never had an older sister I had to make up for lost time). I soon found an opportunity.
Christy liked coffee, as did most people in my house. However, she used her own sugar supply and a trick my Dad had shared with my popped into my head. I had been told that Alum, a pickling agent, was almost undetectable by sight when mixed with sugar. Needless to say, I dumped almost the entire container of Alum in Christy's sugar. The next morning I felt horrible when I heard Christy complain about her coffee the last evening. She said it had curdled the milk she had added to it (a factor I had not taken into account) and had nearly frozen her jaw, since she had taken a sip before discovering the curdled milk. I couldn't quite bring myself to tell her what happened, and so the next morning it happened again, and this time I felt slightly less sympathy for her. The third time I was beginning to see the real humor in the thing, but then my dad accidentally used some of Christy's sugar. As you can well imagine, he figured out right away what the problem was and an FBI (Family Bureau of Investigation) was called. It would have been alright if I hadn't burst out laughing in the middle of it, and so consequently I received speedy adn direct revalation concerning the error of my ways. And so with this I hope that you are now slightly more enlightened (or perhaps not) concerning Life through the Eyes of Jomoe.

2004-04-13T20:26:00.000-05:00

Democracy is like a delicate flower--leave it in Nash for an extended period of time and it will wither and die. At least that is what I, as a member of the Election Commission, am beginning to feel. There is a serene beauty in the grace of a benevolent tyrant; no fear of uprisings, no 'letter of intent' issues, no power sharing, a visible presence of the head of state--in essence: bliss. Coup or no, it still would be a beautiful thing, and has been growing on me of late. :~) Ah, rambling, what a wonderful exercise. Clears the head, rejuvenate the fingers, and vents angst. This is indeed a good thing, this Bloge or Bloog or whatever. Should do this more often, and what with the Liberty Ball, I may just have to wax eloquent.

2004-02-24T10:15:00.000-05:00

Well, it's raining today and I'm glad of it. The weather has been very pleasant of late (up until recently) and the roads have been in excellent condition. I seriously need to get more into my schoolwork--and a rainy day is very conducive to studying. Unfortunately, however, it is also very conducive to napping and when studying is combined with napping the result is invariably a studious nap. We shall see. If I'm studious enough, possibly I can also squeeze some ASL practise in as well--you never know, the impossible might happen. Do continue to bear with me as I continue my attempts at blogging, today is just probably one of those days when the muse is down for repair work.

2004-02-18T11:13:00.000-05:00

Life...ah, you know it's a wonderful thing--especially at Patrick Henry College (PHC) in Purcellville, VA. At the moment I'm deeply entrenched in studies...or not. Depends. If their is a good Frisbee game going on or if there is the slight possibility of non-cafeteria/good coffee I'm very easily distracted. Or possibly I might be bloggering, or blogging, or however you say it--I'm new to IT whatever it is. Rambling is my tendency and ramble I will because, 1) I'm not writing a paper which requires proper grammar, 2) those who read this will probably find it refreshing to read something slightly grammatically deviant, and 3) because rambling is the most efficatious means to express your intentions without being hindered by such things as sentence breaks. Having said that (typed, to be technical) my blog is officially started.