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Archive for December, 2007

Technology vs. Water

Laptop on BeachI had begun to write this really long post on why technology was amazing. I am in Pensacola for my Brother’s wedding and took the opportunity to attend a daily meeting on the beach. Growing up I always say the advertisements of business men sitting in a beach chair sipping a drink working virtual. Today was my chance! I walked down to the beach and fired up the sub-notebook (3lbs.), inserted the Verizon broadband card, logged into Webex, hooked bluetooth up to the work blackberry and called into a DC bridgehead. I then pulled the iPhone out and took a few pictures to document the amazingness.

THEN…

I felt a drop, little at first, almost like the first shot over the shower curtain as the water heats up. Then on my 2500 dollar laptop I Nick in Tiki Hutch after rainsaw a streak of water fall across the webex meeting window. I quickly looked around and saw the dark clouds rolling in. It was at that moment the Achilles heel of technology came up, water. All that technology couldn’t save me from onslaught of God. I ran for a tiki hutch and hung around till it slowed down enough to retreat to the hotel. Here I sit, humbled that unlike my original intent, this post is written from indoors.

Twitter Updates for 2007-12-27

  • Getting ready for Dan’s wedding, all packed and calling it a night soon (as someone calls me.) #

Twitter Updates for 2007-12-26

  • So glad to have a friend who reads my mind #
  • Family arriving from MI today. Very excited to see them all. Also reading through "Dumb Ox" again. Love GK #

Twitter Updates for 2007-12-25

  • Hey Midnight Mass and gifts! Gifts from God and Parents…WOOT WOOT! #
  • Picking out wedding songs for my Brother Dan…dancing and singing along. Thank God for Blinds on windows #
  • Heading to my Parents House for dinner, good to have my family close again #

Dead Poetic - Vices Lyrics

I love this song, it is a little hard rock but the lyrics hit me so hard. It is refreshing to hear Christian music that talks about the true struggle. 

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Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
And this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying.
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.

Oh, but Child. I’ve got Vices like any other man.

Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Something sick, something rabid.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading.
I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?

Oh, but Mother. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me.

Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.
She’s the only peace in this world, uneasy.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking.
The only heart I’ve ever needed.

Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think…
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me. Less of me.

Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try…

To forget you. To forget you.

Oh, but Jesus. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you’re so used to. Vices that won’t make you think less of me

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