Okay, so my laptop (which I have affectionately named Adam) is on the fritz. Meaning all of my awesome photos are inaccessible. Meaning I won't be posting another set until Adam visits the Apple store on Saturday.
In the meantime, I'll be posting either from my Uncle John's computer, or my trusty new iPhone (!) which I have named Nicola. As in, Nicola Tesla.
If you can figure out why I've called these things by these names, I'll give you a cookie.
Oh yeah, my iPod is named Medusa.
Good luck!
Monday, February 20, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
St. Valentine's Day Massacre
Valentine's Day. I'm not a fan.
It is partly because of the over-commercialization. It is partly because I'm not in a relationship. It is partly because Geoff Chaucer helped make it what it is. Okay, a huge part is because I'm not in a relationship.
But really, I don't like Valentine's Day because it's about love.
Love makes people weak.
Yeah, not expecting that, were you? But it's true. Loving someone or something makes you vulnerable. And if there is anything I hate possibly more than anything else, it is being vulnerable. People, who are not basically good like the world wants you to believe, take advantage of the vulnerable. They push and pull until they get what they want, and then they leave.
I was very quick to love when I was younger. I think every child is. Some (and I can't decide if they're the lucky ones or the dumb ones) grow up and continue this behavior.
I'm not one of them.
If I don't love someone, then I'm not hurt when they leave. If I don't love them, they can't hurt me at all.
Theoretically.
Because in reality, I'm called to love everyone. I'm called to love them like Jesus loves them. That's what my blog is about! Because his love compels me, I'm called to make myself vulnerable all. the. freaking. time.
I can't do this on my own. I don't WANT to do this on my own. Because I love people.
And then they leave.
Are you starting to understand why I haven't written anything lately?
It is partly because of the over-commercialization. It is partly because I'm not in a relationship. It is partly because Geoff Chaucer helped make it what it is. Okay, a huge part is because I'm not in a relationship.
But really, I don't like Valentine's Day because it's about love.
Love makes people weak.
Yeah, not expecting that, were you? But it's true. Loving someone or something makes you vulnerable. And if there is anything I hate possibly more than anything else, it is being vulnerable. People, who are not basically good like the world wants you to believe, take advantage of the vulnerable. They push and pull until they get what they want, and then they leave.
I was very quick to love when I was younger. I think every child is. Some (and I can't decide if they're the lucky ones or the dumb ones) grow up and continue this behavior.
I'm not one of them.
If I don't love someone, then I'm not hurt when they leave. If I don't love them, they can't hurt me at all.
Theoretically.
Because in reality, I'm called to love everyone. I'm called to love them like Jesus loves them. That's what my blog is about! Because his love compels me, I'm called to make myself vulnerable all. the. freaking. time.
I can't do this on my own. I don't WANT to do this on my own. Because I love people.
And then they leave.
Are you starting to understand why I haven't written anything lately?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
We Didn't Start the Fire
Sometime this week, I intend to write a post about why I haven't been writing posts. Maybe. Every time I draft it in my head, it goes down really depressing roads and then veers into dark alleys, so I may put that on hold. Until then, you get the next installment of my photo extravaganza.
THIRTY-SEVEN
One of my coworkers put up some Valentine's Day decorations. Personally, I'm not a fan of the holiday, but that is most likely because for me, it is SAD - Singles Awareness Day. (Do fake flowers look different from real flowers when photographed?)
THIRTY-EIGHT
A rare sunny day in Indiana. I need to figure out how to make part of the photo B&W, but leave the rest in color. Hmm...
THIRTY-NINE
Seriously, this child is adorable. I have 250 photos on my camera at the moment, and I bet you $10 more than 100 of them are of this little guy.
FORTY
Upstairs in one of the conference rooms. The sun hit the flags pretty perfectly.
FORTY-ONE
I don't know why I have this obsession with flowers.
FORTY-TWO
The Fridge of Awesome. I don't visit it too often, but every time I open it, it's a little window to heaven.
FORTY-THREE
It's an illness.
THIRTY-SEVEN
One of my coworkers put up some Valentine's Day decorations. Personally, I'm not a fan of the holiday, but that is most likely because for me, it is SAD - Singles Awareness Day. (Do fake flowers look different from real flowers when photographed?)
THIRTY-EIGHT
A rare sunny day in Indiana. I need to figure out how to make part of the photo B&W, but leave the rest in color. Hmm...
THIRTY-NINE
Seriously, this child is adorable. I have 250 photos on my camera at the moment, and I bet you $10 more than 100 of them are of this little guy.
FORTY
Upstairs in one of the conference rooms. The sun hit the flags pretty perfectly.
FORTY-ONE
I don't know why I have this obsession with flowers.
FORTY-TWO
The Fridge of Awesome. I don't visit it too often, but every time I open it, it's a little window to heaven.
FORTY-THREE
It's an illness.
Monday, February 6, 2012
February Radio
This month we featured Resounding Hope, an initiative I talked about a few posts ago.
I am really getting into this radio thing!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
The Beat Goes On
THIRTY
You have no idea how much I wish this thing were real and full size. I want one. I want several.
THIRTY-ONE
I love keys. Especially old keys, but really just any key will do. Take me to any antique store, and I will happily sort through bins of keys for hours. What does that tell you about me?
THIRTY-TWO
Don't know where I'd be without my journals.
THIRTY-THREE
At this point, I probably have enough empty journals to last me the rest of my life. And yet I will still buy more. Crazy.
THIRTY-FOUR
Foster just added this magnificent piece to the wall downstairs. Really, I just think he's making sure we have weapons on hand for the zombie apocalypse. I'm okay with that. It's a long walk back to my apartment for my swords when zombies are afoot. But then, they are slow.
THIRTY-FIVE
Look! It's picture-in-picture! (I'm nuts, I know.)
THIRTY-SIX
The main attraction of my Civil War chess set. I don't play chess. But I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with Ulysses S. Grant.
You have no idea how much I wish this thing were real and full size. I want one. I want several.
THIRTY-ONE
I love keys. Especially old keys, but really just any key will do. Take me to any antique store, and I will happily sort through bins of keys for hours. What does that tell you about me?
THIRTY-TWO
Don't know where I'd be without my journals.
THIRTY-THREE
At this point, I probably have enough empty journals to last me the rest of my life. And yet I will still buy more. Crazy.
THIRTY-FOUR
Foster just added this magnificent piece to the wall downstairs. Really, I just think he's making sure we have weapons on hand for the zombie apocalypse. I'm okay with that. It's a long walk back to my apartment for my swords when zombies are afoot. But then, they are slow.
THIRTY-FIVE
Look! It's picture-in-picture! (I'm nuts, I know.)
THIRTY-SIX
The main attraction of my Civil War chess set. I don't play chess. But I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with Ulysses S. Grant.
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