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| it's been a couple of years since last time i got on here. i remembered this blog mostly by accident... and i'm not sure if anyone still reads this, but its late, and i can't sleep, so here i am.
this past week has been difficult. a close friend passed away; she was critically injured in a car crash and succumbed to her injuries a few days later... it has been a hard enough time for me, but i cannot imagine how it must feel for her family.
dealing with tragic losses like this have always been hard for me, and difficult to understand; but i find comfort in the fact that God is in control of all things-- even death. a friend of mine shared with me words from Psalm 116, which have been a huge encouragement: "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." this verse is beautiful to me in its simplicity because it simply states the God cares for us more than we can understand, and recieves us with open arms into the peaceful bliss of his presence. what can be more important than this eternal love?
she will be missed, and remembered-- but she is in a better place and i celebrate the memory of her life and friendship. i am grateful that the Lord has used the joy and diligence of her life to reach into the lives of others for the knowledge of his peace and love.
i hope that any of you who read this have a blessed day and find some comfort in the knowledge that our God holds us dearer in his heart than any other living thing. All the best to you!
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| (i'm still working on the music. but think upbeat folk-rock with a horn section)
[verse 1]
it's in a bright-side daydream
that utopia's found
it's in the questions
to the answers all 'round
that gives life meaning
and makes living profound
it's all true...
dada-do-dada-do--
[verse 2]
it's in a moonlight stroll
through the witching-hour wood
it's in the treehouse
built for the whole neighborhood
it's when the president's
misunderstood
that the secrets come out....
makes me wanna to shout them--
[chorus]
na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na na-
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la
dooby-do-bah
dooby-do-bah-do-dee
la-la-la,
dah-bah-dah-bah-dee...
[verse 4]
i wanna go down
and buy me a house by the sea,
i want a paintbrush
to paint a picture of me
inside a moment
where time has stopped
and i'm free to be free
just got to breathe, yeah--
[trumpet solo]
[verse 5]
life is simple
life can be a breeze
if you let it,
or life can squeeze
if you fret it,
just remember to laugh and let go,
cause it'll ebb
and it'll flow, oh--
[chorus]
na-na-na-na!
na-na-na-na-na na!
la-la-la-la!
la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
dooby-do-bah!
dooby-do-bah-do-dee!
la-la-la,
dah-bah-dah-bah-dee...
[repeat chorus until people get so annoyed with your happy scatting that you are in danger of physical abuse]
-- fondly dedicated to a time not too long ago and a place not too far away where i knew some people with whom i would transcend.
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| sometimes i think about going back in time to my kid days, not really to change
anything but just to be there, to feel the moments again. like
summer vacations at lyle's house
talking about God, girls, and dreams, and forgetting those childhood pains
in the gentle washing of the waves.
laughing until you forget what was funny, and not knowing what unrequited love feels like. not having plans plans other than what to play when everybody gets out of school.
the simple joys of concrete blurring under bike tires and finding a tree that you could climb to the top of.
not caring about style, and showing it. buying neon colored shoelaces to go with my payless sneakers,
reading books perched on the 2nd story bedroom windowsill, and wondering what i want to be when i grow up. skinned knees, and bandaids, daily pilgrimages to the parks with zach and nathan to catch frogs and turtles
and complain about our moms not letting us play tackle football in the mud.
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| okay, i'm trying to do some math here, so bear with me.
also i must coin a new word: "dreamtime"
alright, here's the equation: i took a nap this afternoon for 1.5 hours. i dreamed alot of weird things as usual, but that isn't important. what IS important, is that according to my estimates, i was in "dreamtime" for around 3 days! during the dream, day turned to night and night back to day multiple times... i did not go to sleep, because i already was, but the point of the matter is,
1 hour of real life = approximately or up to 48 dreamtime hours, subject to mind of dreamer.
so my theory is, if you sleep your life away you live longer.
[based upon completely unsubstantiated evidence, please disregard if you care to take things seriously]
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| i just woke up from a nap. it was... interesting.
for some reason i was living/working at some strange ranch in mexico, and everyone in my family was there too. and everyone spoke spanish. one of the cows didn't like me, and one day it chased me to the fence. i climbed over the fence. the cow climbed over the fence too, called all his buddies, and all the cows in the ranch climbed over the fence and ran away.
[man i'm really sleepy.]
so my dad patted my head and said it wasn't my fault, and the ranch owner, a pretty woman who was the actress who played Julia in Mar Adentro which i watched in my spanish class today, chewed me out. she explained that without the cows, she could not have a ranch.
"we must go after the cows."
so we closed down the ranch, which was more like an arabian nomad camp, and we opened up the weapon stockpile. I ended up with an M-16 and a Desert Eagle, Travis had a shotgun that had "Yeah Boyeee!" written on the side of the barrel.
[okay, i'm waking up now.]
so we all loaded up into a fleet of old Astro vans, i was sitting in the middle back with the slide door open and covering the roadside with my M-16, as we crawled along the road following the pace of Magic Baby. Magic Baby was really weird-- if anyone has seen Spirited Away think of the big baby. And the Magic Baby also was a wizard, hence the Magic part. he was using his spells to track the cows lead us deeper and deeper into the terrible war-zone that was Dream-Mexico, but because he was Magical and really big he could not ride in the vans. so we followed him at 2 miles an hour and shot a lot of mexican guerillas who would leap out and shoot at us.
then my dad said "Man, this is tense!" and swung around into the lead, ahead of Magic Baby, floored it, and with Travis and I hanging out the sides shooting at road-sweeper trucks equipped with blade-sweepers that were trying to kill Magic Baby. just imagine how crazy this is-- a bunch of weird mexican ranchers and some american guys, oh and i forgot the British inventor! driving around shooting up a martial-law/terrorist-overrun Mexico to find some cows....
alot of other stuff happened and somehow i spent several days in the ranch during the three hours i was asleep [watch Waking Life!], most of the time spent walking along the beach with my girlfriend there who was teaching me spanish.
plus there was this hilarious montage segment as we were driving in the Astro fleet with music playing and everything....
and there was the backstory segment about Magic Baby and where he came from....
turns out Magic Baby was some sort of messianic figure sent from another planet full of Magic Babies and Mexico wanted to kill him for some reason....
i'm sure the cows symbolized something too, but i don't much care what.
anyway, Travis then called and woke me up, so the end.
MAGIC BABY!
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