tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300185062024-03-13T06:02:21.184-04:00Can this pilgrim make some progress?I feel like my life is in perpetual flux, moving to new places, traveling to new lands.JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-18779929817332186532007-02-07T09:42:00.000-05:002007-02-07T11:15:35.318-05:00The pilgrim has moved...go figure<span style="font-size:130%;">But you can find her at this address:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://jdpilgrim.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://jdpilgrim.wordpress.com/</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My new place is still in disarray but I'm working on it.</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-53315601630983318262007-02-06T08:53:00.000-05:002007-02-06T08:56:14.142-05:00Sufjan<span style="font-size:130%;">To use the word "amazing" to describe the concert last night does not do Sufjan Stevens justice. Amazing is just a sad, sad little word compared to what I heard and experienced. I would freeze my keister off again in a heartbeat for another chance to listen to him live.</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-24761818684170159672007-02-05T09:00:00.000-05:002007-02-05T09:25:16.167-05:00A long road back to remembering the good<span style="font-size:130%;">I was reading the end of John this morning. Jesus tells Peter that he is going to die for him, but in a way that doesn't conjure up anything desirable or easy, like you know, dying in your sleep. Nothing quick and easy. Poor Peter, Jesus was always telling him the cold hard truth. Then Peter (like most people) points to John and says, "What about him?" And Jesus replies, "What is it to you? Follow Me." Nice Jesus, soften the blow for Peter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It would be easy for Peter to become bitter, or be distracted with comparing his path to John's path in life. I keep coming back to this passage, and identify how Peter must have felt. In my own life, I think, "why is my path look so different than so many of my friends? Why did you choose this for me Jesus? Are you sure you know what you are doing? There is a disconnect here, I don't understand what You are doing!!!" </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">- "If I have X, Y, and Z for your friends, but something different for you right now, what is that to you? Follow Me."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My response at times is bitterness, but I find when I keep allowing myself, even a tinge of it, I lose sight of the vision, and I become cynical, and my trust is diminished significantly, in God, in the Church, in people. Better remember what it tastes like... to know that God is good. That He is forever faithful, forever just, forever loving. Because you keep taking in that bitter drink, you will forget what those good things taste like, look like, and it can be a long road back....</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-38068440296108029802007-02-02T09:19:00.000-05:002007-02-02T09:24:30.033-05:00Josef Tson<span style="font-size:130%;">A good friend of mine sent me this link:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=516">http://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=516</a><br /><br />Sermons by a man, Josef Tson, who suffered persecution in Communist Romania. The messages speak about how persecution and martyrdom ultimately prepares the way for the church to spread the gospel.</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-87959485935284823162007-01-27T15:54:00.000-05:002007-01-27T16:39:47.808-05:00My first all night stake out for concert tickets<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbvDTWxcf0I/AAAAAAAAADk/FX0rpzvdmOg/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbvDTWxcf0I/AAAAAAAAADk/FX0rpzvdmOg/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024824546559819586" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My friend Abby and I were going to go down to the Kennedy Center this morning very early to stand in line for Sufjan Stevens tickets, which were completely free - but only if you were the first 1000 people to be in line. So we were watching the second season of The Office last night, when Abby's sister called us to say she was driving by and saw tents already popping up and curling around the center. OH MY. The threat of not getting there in time was clearly an issue, and what would any two reasonable young women/Sufjan enthusiasts do but go pack up a tent and sleeping bag and camp out!!!!<br /><br />So...Abby and I got all the basics and drove down to find our place in line. The first guy in line had been there since Friday morning - clearly a die hard Sufjan fan, and a college student who had nothing better to do. <br /><br />The end of the line was not too bad, and so around 11 pm, we pitched our tent to brave the elements. We spoke of Sufjan and that we needed to stay focus on how great the concert would be. We were serenaded by our next door neighbor, a group of guys with a ukulele, a harmonica and a pretty good sense of rhythm. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbvFPmxcf3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2zihzfKND1Q/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbvFPmxcf3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2zihzfKND1Q/s200/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024826681158565746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Of course I had to go use the bathroom several times throughout the night. The security guard was letting people in several individuals at a time, which was sad considering there were about 20 people in line and my basic needs were not being met and they were INCREDIBLY URGENT. And then people were cutting in line which emboldened many to threaten violence. <br /><br />So did i mention it was really cold??? This was interesting watching others figure out ways to stay warm - some were running around The Kennedy Center, i saw a few people on a tandem bike. There was an intense game of ultimate frisbee going on. And all at 2 in the morning!!! Abby and I passed the time people watching and telling old camping stories and laughing alot when we tried to stumble out of the tent. It's hard to get out of a tent when you can't feel your legs. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbvF3Gxcf4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gMhjHjnJ8yQ/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbvF3Gxcf4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/gMhjHjnJ8yQ/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024827359763398530" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />8 45 am - We begin to move towards the Kennedy Center in line while madly stuffing our tent in a bag that was way too small.... but things were looking up!!! People around us who had made the sacrifice to come out here in the frigid cold starting to realize that the sacrifice was about to bear some amazing fruit, like some very amazing tickets... In fact, this guy who finally received his tickets, was jumping up and down and screaming, "This is so worth it - Sufjan you are so worth it!!!" <br /><br />Wow. Well i have to say i am glad i stuck it out in the winter cold for Sufjan and Abby and really to have the experience. We listened to the Michigan album on the way home and knew it would be even better next Monday live...JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-34228088361660059782007-01-26T09:38:00.000-05:002007-01-26T09:49:51.892-05:00Glorious<span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday, towards the end of the day, the sky darkened, and from the sky - huge white flakes floated down - my coworkers turned the lights out and watched as everything seemed to slow down and become quiet. There really is a glory to a snowfall - the uniqueness of each flake to how it can be so peaceful and beautiful. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">On the way home I worshipped.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Everything Glorious</span></strong> (David Crowder)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The day is brighter here with You</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The night is lighter than it's hue</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Would lead me to believe</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Which leads me to believe</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And I am Yours</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What does that make me?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My eyes are small but they have seen</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The beauty of enormous things</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Which leads me to believe</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There's light enough to see that</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You make everything glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And I am Yours</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">From glory to glory</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You are glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You are glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">From glory to glory</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You are glorious</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-68934363278318676122007-01-24T11:53:00.000-05:002007-01-25T08:48:32.149-05:00Denial means wearing t-shirts in 35 degree weather<span style="font-size:130%;">I am psyching myself up to stand in the cold Saturday morning for concert tickets. The cold and I are not on good terms. In fact, I was hoping against hope that it would make a few appearances this winter and it would just go away. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The cold is mocking me. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yet, I cling to hope and therefore keep out short sleeved shirts, and walk really fast from building to building.<br /><br /></span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-62316344431840065172007-01-23T09:16:00.000-05:002007-01-23T09:22:14.940-05:00History belongs to the intercessor<span style="font-size:130%;">At the beginning of this year, I have been drawing nearer to this desire (that comes and goes) to pray. Food has lost it's flavor. Fellowship with others is not fulfilling.</span><span style="font-size:130%;">Television, movies are distractions that have lost all its power to distract. Nothing is satisfying me, and I think the next few months are going to be interesting.<br /><br />Every time I look at the NY Times, and I have to see the face of one more person in Iraq grieving over another loved one, my heart just sinks further into a hopeless abyss. It's not really about if we were right or not to go in to Iraq, what burdens me is that death has literally wrapped itself around the region and does not want to let<br />go.<br /><br />God once said He was looking for one person to stand in the gap for the land.<br /><br />I have also been thinking alot about power and authority. God did not take away Satan's power at Calvary, but He did take back authority that was taken from us. I forget that when I come to speak on behalf of friends that are dead in the spiritual sense, on regions of the world that are in turmoil, or our own broken soil, I am coming with the authority Jesus gave me when He shed His blood.<br /><br />The church, the "<strong>ekklesia"</strong> are the called out ones.<br /><br />But we are not just the called out ones. In the New Testament, when Jesus speaks in Matt 16:18-19: I also to say that you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my <strong>church</strong>; and the gates of Hell will not overpower it. The word, "church" is the greek word <strong>Ekklesia</strong>. I was reading a book this week that explains that Greeks in Christ's day used the word ekklesia, and it meant an assembly of people set apart to govern the affairs of a state or nation - in essence, a parliment or congress. The Romans used the word as a group of people sent into a conquered region to alter the culture.<br /><br />Make no mistake about it - Christ did not intend for His church to be merely different but to make a difference.<br /><br />As the called out ones - we are called to stand in the gap for our culture, our world. I am not going to just sit there and let it die, but be a catalyst, and use the authority God has given me to do this....to declare that the Kingdoms of this world have become the Kingdoms of our Lord. </span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-35301896447583192222007-01-21T15:35:00.000-05:002007-01-21T15:39:09.600-05:00First SnowI woke up from a very long nap today and realized that everything was covered in this white stuff, that people from Southern Texas learn in textbooks as snow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbPPTdEoiaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pIMtZ0BjQVw/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RbPPTdEoiaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pIMtZ0BjQVw/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022585942576761250" /></a>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-24091488934919546582007-01-19T21:46:00.000-05:002007-01-20T10:34:53.421-05:00No girliness here<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Last Sunday, my roomate and I were driving home from church. I look over at her, "Jadine - Am I abnormal for a girl?"<br /><br />"NO!!!" She laughs.<br /><br />I was alluding to the worship service in which a comment that the guest pastor made about the women in the congregation. He basically made a generalization about how women were looking for men to marry that would provide them with A and B and C; mostly they were materialistic objectives. Alot of women in our church apprarently was really identifying with his comment. Part of me was a bit horrified. Sometimes i feel like i am on the fringe of womendome, or at least in regards to what women talk about and dare i say it care about????<br /><br />Because let's be honest. I don't like to go shopping. Decorating sounds about as exciting as pulling my toe nails out. I have no furniture. My most precious possessions are my journals, my pictures, and my mac. probably in that order.<br /><br />i like cold pizza... I was in the NCAA pool with the guys at Deidrichs last Spring.<br /><br />What I am trying to say is that I'm not very girly.<br /><br />With the exception of really loving babies.<br /><br />A guy friend told me once, that I was just the right amount of girl. This is reassuring, because of the source, but i probably should just be assuring myself that i am this way for a reason. It's not better or worse, and being someone i'm not will definitely prove to be more frustrating, than being a little different.</strong></span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-54522164077612995772007-01-17T14:05:00.001-05:002007-01-17T14:07:44.048-05:00In the Socialist State of Maryland<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">They tax you to breathe the oxygen here. I'm really not kidding.</span></strong>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-34872101838973590752007-01-15T15:53:00.000-05:002007-01-15T16:22:46.644-05:00Children of Men<span style="font-size:130%;">This weekend I watched "Children of Men", a film, that although incredibly violent (my eyes were shut thru alot of parts), it really impacted me.<br /><br />In brief, it depicted a world in 2027 where infertility is not merely epidemic, but it is absolute for all women. No one could have babies.<br /><br />I think of how our society is pushing the envelope in ways to blot out life when its not convenient. We do not want to be interrupted.<br /><br />It seems to be contrary to what is centrally universal to all nations and peoples. That the new life of a child is miraculous, it evokes hope in our souls, in our hearts. It is vital to our vision of the future. It is our future.<br /><br />Yet we devise ways to destroy it.<br /><br />I won't tell you the end of the movie, but the credits begin with the sound of the laughter of children. Characters in the film lamented about the loss of children's laughter.<br /><br />Each life carries such a weight and a glory. We should be mindful.</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-49537819289633367752007-01-13T17:26:00.000-05:002007-01-15T13:35:16.312-05:00Exciting newsMy roomate, Omo and I are going to start volunteering with the Somali Community Association here in D.C. Most of the families are refugees, and are in need of help with their children. We will be working with a family of seven: nine months to a 11 years old. The kids are so beautiful!!!JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-38929794107573037192007-01-09T07:43:00.000-05:002007-01-09T07:50:44.503-05:00Here's another one to discuss among your friends<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>My friend Jess and I were praying last night and she mentioned a scripture that was preached on at church this Sunday</strong>:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">"The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead, dwells in you."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;">I tell you what - I do not live alot of my life remembering that - or believing it for that matter. That wherever I go, I carry the Spirit of the Living God with me. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">What an amazing piece of information. Just think what will happen if we start to believe it.</span></span></strong>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-70064137928973692452007-01-08T08:40:00.000-05:002007-01-08T08:54:14.641-05:00Keep this tucked away for the storms in life<span style="font-size:130%;">My roomate and I watched the movie, The Mission, an old film that depicts the true story of 18th century Jesuit priests who defended South American Indian tribes from Portugal and Spain, which ultimately leads to their deaths. At the end of the film a verse was flashed on the screen:<br /><br /><strong>"The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness could not overcome it." - John 1:5</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And don't we face the darkness every day in the news, in our families, in our own minds, with those obstacles that weary us into believing things will never change. The battle is so fierce. But it says that even the gates of hell cannot prevail against those who are the children of light. </span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-51025478712939942932007-01-06T22:18:00.000-05:002007-01-06T22:35:12.208-05:00Simple mathLet X be gratitude and Y be joy. Or maybe it's the other way around. At any rate, I think I might be on to something.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RaBqC1ehrUI/AAAAAAAAADA/PSnpBijZ-O8/s1600-h/graph+2.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RaBqC1ehrUI/AAAAAAAAADA/PSnpBijZ-O8/s320/graph+2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017126581838130498" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RaBpa1ehrTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/79FZ-OvjaC0/s1600-h/graph.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-21024135044869351192007-01-05T19:25:00.000-05:002007-01-05T19:31:10.587-05:00It's a man lunchMy boss brings three or four plastic bags to lunch every day, and they almost always full of meat. <br /><br />Chicken, pork, steak. And it's marinated in some sort of liquid floating around in the bag. I'm not a vegetarian, but don't really enjoy meat, and i most definitely don't like to see pieces of meat floating around in meat juice. <br /><br />Go ahead and gag, it's okay really, because the minute I see him coming for the lunch table, my gag reflex goes into action.<br /><br />Unfortunately my face always gives my distate away immediately and he laughs. This is his response:<br /><br />"Jen, it's a man lunch"<br /><br />I wish the man lunch could be a salad once in awhile.JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-24666433078332693712007-01-04T13:40:00.000-05:002007-01-04T13:43:10.209-05:00Where is the love?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">The love is still here. Especially for all you kind folks that let me reference your blog on this site.<br /><br />But I am taking it down for now so I can play around with adding other things.<br /><br />I have you bookmarked, you will not be forgotten, and you may be seeing JD comments from time to time...</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-68599763662274517692006-12-30T19:20:00.000-05:002006-12-30T19:21:45.474-05:00Coffee shoppe boys<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZcCb-4xMlI/AAAAAAAAACs/RS3QElFakqA/s1600-h/deidrichs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZcCb-4xMlI/AAAAAAAAACs/RS3QElFakqA/s320/deidrichs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014479389861163602" /></a>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-90503603532100358492006-12-26T17:27:00.000-05:002006-12-26T17:34:26.549-05:00The many facesIn a fish bowl<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGik-4xMiI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJd-SCj95gk/s1600-h/fishbowl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGik-4xMiI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJd-SCj95gk/s200/fishbowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012966616480166434" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Picasso<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGik-4xMjI/AAAAAAAAACM/dvBus-YivjA/s1600-h/picasso.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGik-4xMjI/AAAAAAAAACM/dvBus-YivjA/s200/picasso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012966616480166450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />World Domination<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGilO4xMkI/AAAAAAAAACU/X250yDIe17Q/s1600-h/world+domination.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGilO4xMkI/AAAAAAAAACU/X250yDIe17Q/s200/world+domination.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012966620775133762" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Big Hair<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGiae4xMhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BkMloqOouQ0/s1600-h/big+hair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGiae4xMhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BkMloqOouQ0/s200/big+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012966436091539986" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vintage Look<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGiJe4xMgI/AAAAAAAAABs/2NNq1R-PRk0/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RZGiJe4xMgI/AAAAAAAAABs/2NNq1R-PRk0/s200/vintage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012966144033763842" /></a>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-47891119798126064822006-12-23T15:54:00.000-05:002006-12-23T15:57:34.278-05:00It's so pretty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RY2YC-4xMeI/AAAAAAAAABY/yUpltPVZVlA/s1600-h/apple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RY2YC-4xMeI/AAAAAAAAABY/yUpltPVZVlA/s320/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011829137341493730" border="0" /></a><br />I shot my pc and put it out of its misery.JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-56893796808045119692006-12-21T09:50:00.001-05:002006-12-21T09:50:10.111-05:00Sarah McLachlan - World On Fire<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/hzoNInZ2ClQ' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hzoNInZ2ClQ'></embed></object></p><p>This has been out for almost a year but I decided it was worth posting. I like how Sarah shows in her video the diversity of way to empower others that are suffering all over the world in a sustainable way.</p></div>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-77060209008851652362006-12-19T08:11:00.000-05:002006-12-19T09:00:19.876-05:00High School Reunion<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night I talked to my one and only friend that I keep tabs on from high school, Veronica. Roni for short. In fact, she is my oldest friend, we grew up in the same neighborhood in Live Oak, a suburb of San Antonio, Texas.We met each other when we were nine years old. It was a great time reminiscing about growing up together. It made me think of other random memories:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. The mean kid in the neighborhood, Karmin and how I reached my limit of her one afternoon and decided to push her down and give her a good beating. My brother, the younger, even tempered sibling pulled me off of her. I don't feel guilty about that, she needed a good beating.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. Roni lived in a part of the neighborhood that was behind a wooded area, which I was not really allowed to go - but that did not seem to stop us. There was a long hill where we would take card board and slide down - a very nice memory. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. I remember when I was over at Roni's house we would play Debbie Gibson's album, Electric Youth, Tiffany, and gasp.... New Kids on the Block. Yikes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4. Our friends in the fifth grade or so had a slumber party and we watched Nightmare on Elm Street, which scarred for me the next month, because I was convinced if I fell asleep a man with long claws would come after me. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5. 8th grade history: Our teacher, Mr. Haxton forced us to mount a rocking horse and recite The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere. In front of our peers. With a big hat on. And on top of that he took our picture while we rocked back and forth like mental patients and stumbled over verse. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">6. Going to orchestra practice and playing the oboe. Later on in high school I would regret giving it up for atheletics. The band people always seemed to have more fun than the atheletes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">7. Tenth grade and on a trip to Round Rock, Texas to play in a volleyball match in the Fall. Our bus catches on fire and we have to pull over and run for our lives. I don't remember if we won the volleyball match.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8. Watching Channel One before class and thinking Anderson Cooper was cute, as he dodged bullets in Kosovo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9. Going to Sonic after volleyball practice and ordering a cherry lime slush with a cherry on top. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">10. Running for hours at practice and actually enjoying it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11. Getting my braces off for Senior Year Pictures!! Woo Hoo!!! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-90259865583081360002006-12-17T12:46:00.000-05:002006-12-18T09:36:41.280-05:00No lie can live forever<span style="font-size:130%;">I had vaguely heard of Project Row Houses, a project to revitalize the Third Ward in my very own Houston Texas. Yesterday I saw an article about it in The New York Times: </span><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/17/arts/design/17kimm.html?_r=1&ref=us&oref=slogin"><span style="font-size:130%;">In Houston, Art is Where the Home Is</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The project provides housing for low income families and also estalishes a place for art and celebration and restoration of African American culture and history.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is a sign by artist Sam Durant, not sure where this is in the Third Ward. When i go to Houston in a week or so, I plan to check it out:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RYWDou4xMbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ukSXGonmkjY/s1600-h/no+lie+can+live+forever.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009554896323686834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w3_p9SJXZPg/RYWDou4xMbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ukSXGonmkjY/s320/no+lie+can+live+forever.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018506.post-84720987916036462222006-12-16T12:47:00.000-05:002006-12-16T12:57:05.334-05:00We're on a budget plan<span style="font-size:130%;">The lovely Jadine Johnson (my roomie) is in charge of electricity and I am in charge of the gas bill. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Roomate Jadine: Look at our electric bill, it is way down this month, see...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me: Oh wow, that's great because i might have to cut one of my arms off to pay for the gas bill this month.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Roomate Jadine: But we still have to pay XX because we're on that budget plan.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me: We have to pay XX? How is that possible?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Roomate Jadine: Uh...because we're on a budget plan?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me: (Laughter) </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Roomate Jadine: (Laughing now at me)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me: I'm posting this conversation</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Roomate Jadine: Don't post about our conversation</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me: Oh yeah it's definitely going on the internet.</span>JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408932469592907974noreply@blogger.com1