the P.Pole v.2.1

Drink deep; drink long. For every drop that flows forth from my mouth brings me closer to my final destination, my final resting place if you will. Who am I? Who are you? I’ve served so many previous owners that I’ve long forgotten my first form. Being broken down and reformed numerous times does that. As a result, I have no recollection – not even the slightest inkling – of lives I’ve led. When I looked upon my fellow comrades beside me in these chilled avenues, I see that the brand new recruits stand firm, strong, and oh so naïve. They brandish their paper stripes with pride and honour. It’s hard to imagine that I was like them once. I’ve doubtless led very interesting lives; reincarnation is a fascinating thing. I might have held the purest of the liquids at one point, or have contained the most pressing of fluids (that would have been a stressful life, I’m sure). I much prefer the flavourful existence I lead now, as I idle here awaiting your next drag of my sweet nectar. But I still think, “What’s the meaning of life?” It’s just an endless cycle. I must find a way to break out. I long to find nirvana; thus, I continue to live, for I know that every re-entrance into circulation brings me closer to my liberator, the one who will remove me from this endless loop you call life, the one who will throw me in the trash.

this week’s list, although preceded by my “favourites” post, will be:

5 things i find hard to do:

• cactus petting
• breaking bad habits
• FRELYINGOG, PRAYINGUSH, and WWJDOING
• inducing menstruation/labor/menopause in myself
• tickling myself

it occurred to me today while chatting with old friends over a good serving of air that there’s a lot that people don’t know about me. now, whether or not it’s information that the general public wants to know is a completely separate topic. now, fro my farourites.

My favourite:

• animals: cows. so useful…
• article of clothing: my Billabong hat
• band: Weezer
• book (series): “His Dark Materials“, Philip Pullman
• candy: Clod Hoppers
• cuisine: Japanese
• food: rice. sorry, i had to do it.
• instrument: tie between the bass and the harmonica
• instrument (that i can play somewhat well): the cello
• pair of pants: my light-blue-jeans-that-i-am-wearing-at-this-very-moment (i just realized)
• person: Paul, Servant of Christ
• EDIT [03.29.06]: scripture: “You were wearied by all your ways, but you would not say ‘It is hopeless.’ You found renewal of your strength, and so you did not faint.” Isaiah 57:10 [show]<div class="esv"><h2>Isaiah 57:10 <object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.esvapi.org/assets/play.swf?myUrl=hw%2F23057010" width="40" height="12" class="audio"><param name="movie" value="http://www.esvapi.org/assets/play.swf?myUrl=hw%2F23057010" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /></object></h2> <div class="esv-text"><div class="block-indent"> <p class="line-group" id="p23057010.01-1"><span class="verse-num" id="v23057010-1">10&nbsp;</span>You were wearied with the length of your way,<br /> <span class="indent"></span>but you did not say, &#8220;It is hopeless&#8221;;<br /> you found new life for your strength,<br /> <span class="indent"></span>and so you were not faint.<span class="footnote">&nbsp;<a href="#f1" id="b1" title="Hebrew 'and so you were not sick'">[1]</a></span> (<a href="http://www.esv.org" class="copyright">ESV</a>)</p> </div> </div> <div class="footnotes"> <h3>Footnotes</h3> <p><span class="footnote"><a href="#b1" id="f1">[1]</a></span> <span class="footnote-ref">57:10</span> Hebrew <em>and so you were not sick</em> </p> </div> </div>
  
• secular song: “Such Great Heights“, The Postal Service
• sweater: my Quiksilver sweater
• EDIT [03.29.06]: dressing style: long sleeves + t shirt on top
• t-shirt: my red, “triple five soul” t-shirt

note: i will update this list occasionally, once i think of the possible categories and their respective winners.

been home much lately. by lately i mean the last, oh, five days. it all started with Teens’ Conference (9:00 am till 9:30/10:00 pm). there passed my monday and tuesday. next, came “Last Supper” rehearsals. being the highly dedicated team/cast/crew that we were, we spent most of wednesday (6:00 pm to -late- for set-up), thursday (4:00 pm to -midnight- for set-up continued and drama rehearsals), and almost all of friday (10:00 am to 11:30 am for Good Friday service, then 12:00 pm to -late- for last minute prep and rehearsal, then show time) at church, prepping and practicing. after all that, i’m about to head out, back to church, for the repeat airing of “the Last Supper: A TJCAC Production”. i admit, the “results” and “harvest” at the end of last night was nothing near what i had expected and i must say, i’m tired, i’m bored, and i’m just about spent. but you know what? it’s all good. cause we know it’s what God wants to do, so who am i to throw in the towel?! He’ll deliver in the end.

“…because You say so.”
- Simon Peter

lately i’ve grown quite fond of a show on the Discovery Channel, a little enterprise called “Myth Busters”. i know not why i find mindless destruction and child-like, adult, caucasian men entertaining but i do know that it is a winning combination. i recently witnessed one very interesting installment where they tested one account of a man who bravely ascended to the heights of commercial airliners, supported by only his lawn chair. attached to this lawn chair were the man’s necessary items for his daring venture: several dozen weather balloons, ballasts consisting of many sand bags, and a case of beer. for his descent, he carried with him a small bibi gun with which he planned to perforate the skin of the balloons with.

for trained professionals within a closely monitored and relatively safe environment (as was the case with Myth Busters), replicating such a task would seem only ever so slightly hazardous. after all was said and done and the myth proven feasible, it was discovered that this “myth” had actually been acted out by a man in the United States who had one day decided to take a ride on his lawn chair into the heavens after smuggling many a weather balloon out from work. he had apparently drifted to upwards of 12 000 feet and had to be called down by state officials who had received hundreds of calls from local citizens who were scared and shocked at what appeared to be an unidentified flying object in the skies.

another thing to add to my to do list.

so yesterday was my sister’s birthday. i’ve also had 2 days of Teens Conference. i might as well have contracted laryngitis, but it’s all good. TC was fun and yummy and all gooey in my tummy.

this week’s list:

5 things that i think kick ass:

• beefy drumming
• loud Asians
• heavy bass lines
• God
• electric violining

which makes TC the hoochie-momma-super-duper-whopper-ass-kicker because it was full of all this stuff! made me giddy… LURVE IT UP!