fall out boy will save you from sleeping

damn salvatory pop music with secretly literate lyrics!

fall out boy have done it again: blessed me with an album that toys with my need to listen to music loudly and alone, while screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs hoping the neighbors don't beat down my door. if i take an inventory of my ipod's "most listened to songs" almost every song by the band makes it into the top 200 songs (out of 5500). pretty good i'd say, and i also think it's time to put them at the top of my list of favorite bands. i don't care if hipsters hate them. 

i can't stop singing. 

has anybody actually sat down and thought about the idea of santa?

basically an overly-jolly (liquored up?), overly-fat man dresses up in a red and white fur suit he found at a thrift store and proceeds to give every good child in the world something made out of wood and glue that he snapped together in his garage.

his transportation? a pack of deer that were, at some point, domesticated and live off of pixie dust and happy thoughts. the pack leader is a scrawnier deer with a cold (red nosed). santa's cart is a red model-T with the roof hacked off with its wheels traded in for skis.

our holiday hero is believed in by many unassuming 6-year olds, which is encouraged by their parents for reasons that nobody knows.


http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.html#utm_campaign=en&utm_medium=mapshpp&utm_source=en-mapshpp-na-us-gns-gm

I guess I just thought the whole idea of santa is quite ludicrous when you actually think about it.

At any rate, Merry Christmas.

polishhhhhhhhit.

i hate that i am paralyzed by my perfectionism.

i cannot even complete a blog post about something substantive because it is so far from polished.

i am such a verbal processor, that this written processing is hardly cathartic.


anyway, more thoughts on the way, but let it be known,

"I do not want to be in full-time vocational (especially pastoral or evangelistic) ministry
and
I am scared that God is going to make me do it anyway."

And now that I said it out loud, I am doomed.

oh, the pressure of being a WASP (White, American, Sexy, Protestant).

I'm going to go on a run now. Aaron Michael Green, of Brea, California, and I are running a marathon in April and a half-marathon in February.

A Christmas Meeting of the Minds

Tally-ho fellow scholars, seminarians, and titans of culture!

As Christmas approaches, so does a return to California for those of us who have shunned it's sunny shores. I feel compelled to try arranging a meeting of the minds, capitalizing on our brief proximity by sharing our thoughts, our experiences, or even our takes on aspects of theology if so inclined. Anyway, all are welcomed (even those who don't write on this hallowed board), if we could only decide on a time and place. 

Chicago

Hey gents!

This isn't a real post (as in one about art, culture, spirituality, etc) but instead one to say that I now live in Chicago! It is beautiful here, and snowing. 

BTW James, I got your messages and will call you tomorrow! I'm just tired at the moment, and desire sleep.