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Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
8:30 am	Directions: Type "(your first name) is" with the quotes, into a Google search then pick out your favorite 12 responses. Copy, then repost your responses: 1. Tim is so great and the most awesome guy I have ever heard singing in person. 2. Tim is an emalgamation of Ideas and Concepts that have helped to shape the Universe!!! 3. Tim is NOT dead. 4. Tim is spending the weekend in hiding as the dust settles on his arrest and guilty plea for cocaine possession. 5. Tim is now offering individual philosophical counselling and philosophical coaching in London or my e-mail. 6. Tim is a program which generates simulated Hubble Space Telescope point spread functions. 7. Tim is a handsome, 25-year-old mentally retarded man. 8. Tim is world class and everything he has done has been excellent. 9. Tim is a revealing experience. 10. TIM is considered a "perfect enzyme". 11. Tim is the guy whose back you slap. 12. Tim is very proud to be endorsed by such a professional variety of companies. (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 6th, 2005
2:39 pm	life and death I was just walking down Grand River ave, and saw a whole bunch of pro-choice activists out marching with big signs. Those of you who know me well understand the dilemma that I experience with life\choice debate. In no way can I morally justify the idea of abortion, but in the same way I cannot morally justify the potential consequences of illegalizing it (as far as back alley abortions etc. Ethiopia is a good case study for this...). Anyway, I started having the good old mental wrestling match with myself, thinking about the words 'choice' and 'life'. I considered the theological implications of each word. Obviously, 'Life' is something very good and God given. So is 'choice'. And it's silly to call oneself pro-life or pro-choice in a broad sense, because both things are facts of our existence. Whether or not you agree that 'life' is a good thing, the fact that you have it is what enables you to have that opinion. The same goes for 'choice'. You can never take away peoples ability to choose. The consequences of various choices can vary, but the simple fact that we always have choice is wired into who we are. It's who God made us. We choose to sin, and we choose to seek forgiveness. We choose to follow him, or we choose to live life in our own direction. Deuteronomy chapter 30 popped into my head: "19 This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live 20 and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the LORD is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob." This is Moses talking to the Israelites about God's law. He's telling them that they are free to choose between life and death, but it might be a good idea to choose life. In the same way, we have choices set before us every day. Skip class or go. Paper or plastic. Regular or decaf. Read my bible or not. Clearly articulate my beliefs, or let it slide this time. Not all of them are as easy as life and death, but I think if we "Love God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him", he will start to show us the life and death in the every day. As for my views on abortion? I guess I am "pro-choosing-life". Ask me later on about how the government should be involved with that... Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: caedmons call - somewhere north (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
10:35 am	sup? Hello, my adoring public. Yes, I know it has been a long time. But the life of Tim has been interesting, as of late. I spent a month in the woods and came back changed. Since then, I have been RAing, and learning how to be a student again. Good fun. I am currently writing this entry to avoid writing a paper that really isn't exciting me that much. I should probably get on it, though, as it IS due tomorrow. I haven't really figured out yet whether or not this will be a blow off class. meh. We shall see, I suppose. Here are a series of random thoughts from the moment: I need to clean my room. I'm sort of hungry. U2 rocks. I hope John Bice comes to our IVCF meeting ( here's his column: http://www.statenews.com/op_article.phtml?pk=31236 ). He needs Jesus. I need to leave for class in twenty minutes. Is it worth doing more work? I guess I could read some. I want to give a special 'holler' to the audience I never knew I had in upstate NY. Keep on rocking in the free world. Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: U2 - Stuck in a moment you can't get out of (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
10:29 am	en la biblioteca... So I have an econ final in two hours. Haven't really studied yet. So I am sitting here, in the library, pretending to study. So why, you ask, am I destroying precious time creating a live journal entry? The answer is this: I do not know. Maybe it's because this class (macro-econ) has taken a fascinating subject, and turned it into nothing but boring type algebra math. Or maybe it's because I am supremely confident (no matter how grounded in reality my confidence may be...) that I am going to 4.0 this class with minimal work. Ah well. Two days until home... Nine days until lifest... Ten days until the UP... Forty something days until travelling out east with the rents... Life only gets better. Current Mood: restless Current Music: sonic flood - old school (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 30th, 2005
3:31 pm	You scored as Divine Command. Your life is directed by Divine Command: Your god and religion give you meaning and direction. “Know therefore that the LORD thy God, he is God, the faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love him and keep his commandments to a thousand generations.” --King James Version of the Bible “Even as a tree has a single trunk but many branches and leaves, there is one religion--human religion--but any number of faiths.” --Mahatma Gandhi More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page... </td> Divine Command 70% Existentialism 70% Hedonism 65% Utilitarianism 65% Kantianism 55% Justice (Fairness) 50% Strong Egoism 30% Apathy 10% Nihilism 10% What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03) created with QuizFarm.com (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
12:15 am	yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah! I HAVE BEEN GRANTED IN-STATE STATUS!!! I CAN GO BACK TO SCHOOL FOR CHEAP!!!!!! Current Mood: excited (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 19th, 2005
12:41 am	concert I was thinking about concerts tonight, and this is what came out... Enjoy! I can feel the crunch of the dried mud under my feet, and the cool summer breeze sweeping in from somewhere above. The crowd that is currently gathered around the stage is small, but it will grow. After all, the show doesn't start for another two hours. I am here early to ready myself for the music. To drink in the sights and the sounds of the gradually filling out door arena before that first chord is played. I am here to prepare myself to worship at the temple of rock and roll. The stage is filled with people, running left and right with cords, guitars, drums, amps. The tools of the trade being prepared to take part in this ritual. I look at the crowd around me, and I know that most of us have been here before. We understand the thing that we are about to take part in. To my left is a stout man with a grizzled gray beard. He gazes reflectively at the stage, perhaps replaying all the shows that he has seen in his life. Rock and roll is like a drug, or those potato chips that they say you can't eat just one of. If you are a true believer, one show is never enough. You must keep returning to the temple for more. The music has a power in memory that little else posesses. Maybe most fans grow up to be suburban workaholics, driving their soccer teams around in mini vans. Yet they will occasionaly hear a few notes on the radio that take them back years and years. For an instant, they feel that yearning again, and wish they could turn back the clock. I know that this old pilgrim understands why he is here. He has the look of one who has fought to keep the music in his head at full volume. To never give in to the silent conformity that society has tried to push on him. I catch his eye and nod. He returns my gaze knowingly. In front of me, and to the right, is a small boy pressed right against the front fence. He cannot be a day over eleven, and he stares mesmerized at the bands new guitarist who tunes his guitar in the shadows at the back of the stage. This child has probably never been to a show before, and his eyes are like saucers. He is experiencing a delightful mixture of anticipation, curiosity, fear, and rebellion. It causes me to remember the first show I saw. This kid has no idea how his world will be changed tonight. The time is getting closer. The techies have cleared the stage. It is shrouded in a synthetic smoke, lit in different colors by the various lights. The crowd around me has grown. I am pushed toward the fence by the growing pressure. The buzz and excitement in the arena grows by the minute. Soon, the head of the festival steps onto the stage with some notices. "We don't care!" the crowd seems to roar. He clears the stage for a dj at some local radio station who is supposed to introduce the band. We don't hear a word he says, for our roaring cheer has grown so loud. He leaves, and the stage is dark, save the gray cloud of smoke. Eerie shapes appear on stage, wielding weapons resembling guitars and basses. The drum beat starts, the lights go up, and it has begun. Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: newsboys - million pieces (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
2:50 pm	interesting night So yesterday was quite the day. I got up at four thirty to go to work. I worked until one-ish, then came home and couldn't sleep. I had a series of adventures trying to get my car fixed, the climax of which was having the car die out in the middle of the intersection of Grand River and Hagadorn (for you foreigners, that is pretty much the busiest intersection in our little campus neigborhood here). I apologize if I created a traffic delay for any of you. Any how, after getting that squared away, I went to a meeting that was frustrating on several levels. I would tell you more, but it would bore you. Then I received word that my roomies girlfriend had been taken to the hospital for mysterious reasons. So I went with my roomie to find her, and keep her sane through what proved to be a long journey of waiting rooms. There is something interesting about being in a waiting room with a large number of people who want to be there just as little as you do. Especially in a hospital. There is not a lot of conversation, but in looking around the room for hours on end, you begin to find yourself following the stories of those around you. You find yourself hoping that the mumbling lady in the corner gets in to see a doctor soon. You begin to feel the pain of the mother who is trying to comfort her coughing baby, and keep control of her hyperactive five year old. Your heart leaps when the little girl with the concussion finally has her name called by the nurse. Needless to say, there was a lot of food for thought and reflection in that waiting room. Somehow, life and it's little things seem to become all the more beautiful when confronted with the reality of human mortality. Wow, that was a big statement. I am off to lunch with some yoopers now... Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 20th, 2005
1:55 am	the sequel Is it possible to have a mid-life crisis at age 20? I think I am about thirty years early. What to do? Lately, though, I have been questioning and rethinking a lot about life. The problem with having God given free will seems to be that we have to use it. We can't just coast through life expecting all the big decisions to make themselves. And I am having trouble making those big decisions. Where am I going with this life? I am terrified that I will wake up after a few decades and wonder where I am, how I got there, and what the hell I have done to make a difference in anything. These questions have been hitting me left and right regarding pretty much everything. Well, not everything. I do not doubt God, his salvation, his provision or his wisdom. I know that I belong to his kingdom. I know that he will always care for me. What I doubt is me. Is it foolishness to believe that I can serve him in the way he deserves? How can I get my stupid, lazy, human mind to ever properly discern the mission he has given me? I know he has given me gifts, passions, etc. And surely he intends me to use them. But how? Good grief, Tim. Does anyone else think it's funny that the episode of the West Wing tonight was about the state of the union, and tomorrow is the real inauguration? I thought the timing on the part of the writers was fairly deliberate and hilarious. Contrasting the Bartlett White House with the Bush White House. I guess they know what we would prefer. Idealism and a passion for making a difference, vs. power hunger and selfishness. Great contrast. I guess that is what makes good fiction, though. It must be REALLY good if I would rather be in that world than this world. In the morning it will be black Thursday. Bush will put his hand on the bible, and be sworn in to four more years of robbing the poor to pleasure the rich. Killing our children overseas to alienate the rest of the world. Building his empire to preserve his legacy. Good for him. I suppose his day of reckoning will come. I just wish it were sooner rather than later. The maniac must be stopped. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
1:01 am	confusion... Life is such a conundrum. It is moments of beauty strung together with moments of pain, with the times of mediocrity in between. I do my best to live life without regrets. I seek forgiveness when I commit a wrong. I strive to find joy in the smallest of daily details. And I do. I do. Yet I find myself dwelling on the moments of pure beauty that have been lost. I obsess over the road I did not take, wondering if it is too late to turn back and experience the mysteries it holds. Yet time cannot be turned back. I wish I could forget about it. How I long to enter the deepest recesses of my memory, and destroy those cruel and beautiful gems of the past. To pour out that wine that I could have tasted had it not been for my own crippling fear and hesitation. How does one forget coming so close to what could have been it? How do I go back? On a side note, I just saw the film "Ray". Excellent, excellent piece of art. Go see it. Current Mood: lonely (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 28th, 2004
1:20 am	more than just a game... Hey All! I have been absent for a long time, yet have lately been inspired to write. The following was off the cuff, following this evenings baseball game. I am planning to spice it up, stream line it, work on the ending a bit, and then maybe send it to the campus paper. Who knows? They have published me before... Everything written here is sincere. -------- A marker has just been set on the time line that is my life. Events will now be remembered as those that happened before October 27th, 2004, and those that happened after. This was the date on which the Boston Red Sox won game four of the world series against the St. Louis Cardinals, winning the championship title. This was much more than a baseball game to me, just as it was to thousands of fans across the country. My family moved to Massachusetts back in 1620, on a little ship called the Mayflower. They have been there ever since. I was born in Rhode Island, and was surrounded by Red Sox culture until I moved away at the seven. Despite not being in New England, however, the passion remained with my family. I do not remember the 1986 world series, or the infamous ‘ball through the legs’ incident that it became known for, but I remember my family talking about it. I recall, at age five, wanting to be Roger Clemens when I grew up. I also remember the devastation I felt when he left the team. I remember the crushing anger I felt at age ten, when my little league team was christened ‘the yankees’. I tried as hard as I could not to tell my mother, certain that she would not want to watch me play a single game as a yankee. I remember the division series of 1995, when the Sox lost to the Indians. I remember the American League Championship series of 1999, and falling to the Yankees. How could I forget the devastating seven game battle of 2003? I didn’t get out of bed for two days. Yet after that time, I got up, and was able to celebrate the fact that the team I loved had played a damn good season of baseball. This is what I was taught by my family, and the fan culture that I was raised in. Victory will not always come. In the case of this team, victory is something we have never known. We have had every reason to drop our allegiance, and pull for someone different. But the love of the game and the team, and really life in general, is about more than trophies and rings. It’s about loving something so much that you are happy to experience the downs, just as well as the ups. Just days ago, Boston was pretty far down. It looked like they would be swept out of a series against their ultimate rival, without so much as a single victory to bring home. Yet they kept swinging, and brought back something that has never been seen before. A four game winning streak to take the series, followed by a sweep of the world series. Everything was against them. With the ominous Bambino Curse looming in the back ground, nobody thought it could be done. But they did it. So the joy that is infecting the Red Sox Nation right now is something that is unique. It’s a feeling that can only be experienced by those who have loved something when it is at it’s worst, been faithful to that love, and then witnessed miracles occur. It is the joy that is felt exclusively by those who believed in the impossible, only to see it become awesome reality directly in front of their noses. I will remember October 27th certainly because it saw the realization of a childhood dream for me, but also because of what it reminded me about life. There is value in faithfulness to an ideal, and in never believing that a curse can hold you back. No matter what history and the odds teach us, we can still pull from behind and slam our dreams over the right field fence. The key is an unwavering belief in oneself, and the vast, God given potential of the human spirit. Current Mood: ecstatic (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 27th, 2004
6:41 pm	for real... Now, after all those silly entries, I owe my adoring public a real entry. I started working my crap job at Sears today. Basically, it involves moving things between the store room, the tool department, and back again. The woman 'training' me is an older divorced woman, who generally seems fairly bitter at everything. This is because, according to her, she is more or less the only person in the store who knows how to do anything right. Every retail store has one of these women, and every other person in the store knows who they are, and steers clear of them. With my vast experience in the world of retail, I recognized her as the store-bitter-woman within ten minutes of beginning to work with her. This being accomplished, I knew that I could not take seriously more or less everything she told me over the next few hours. During the afternoon, I got to work further away from her, which was nice. I got to know a few of the guys closer to my age, and gained acceptance by being my normal, amiable, and slightly disturbing at times self. I don't want this job very much, though. Hopefully something will come up soon that allows me to leave. Maybe even tomorrow I will find something. God willing. Now, I am hungry. Adieu, loyal fan base. Watch Dean speak to the convention tonight! Give 'em hell, Howard! Current Mood: determined Current Music: you make all things new... (Comment on this)
6:40 pm	Seriously, this website has unlimited cool quizes (quizzes?). Grunge! You're all about the music and would even turn your back on fame just to stay true to your roots... You reached your high in the early '90s, but you're still making some good stuff! Keep rocking! What genre of rock are you? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
6:31 pm	This is a cool one... Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
6:28 pm	Fight Club! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
Monday, July 26th, 2004
10:00 pm	DNC So for anyone who doesn't watch the news, the Democratic National Convention is in it's first day. Boston is hopping with a million excited dems, all wanting the same thing. George out, John in. How I wish I were there. Leading up to the conference, I was not sure how I would feel. The party has not been unified. The voices have been angry. The original ideas have been few. Yet, the last few weeks have begun to reassure me. And at this conference, we are witnessing dems come from all over the left to join forces, and end the madness that is the Bush administration. Seriously, Bush has to go. There is really no other way to put it. I don't see how anyone can support the guy. It's like the emperor is wearing no clothes, and people are afraid to admit that they see it. Honestly, war in Iraq when Osama is in Afghanistan, and nukes are in North Korea? Tax cuts for the richest of the rich, while there are American children without the food or medicine they need? Vacation in Texas while the terrorists were conspiring right under our nose? This is the short list, mind you. You have only to turn on the television to witness the more full version of wool this man has attempted to pull over our eyes. I really can't excuse anyone who supports the man. Sorry to offend any of you, but it's the plain truth. He is a maniac, and he must be stopped. Apart from that, life is more or less the same for me ;-) . Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: the applause of a thousand Democrats... (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 25th, 2004
9:56 pm	yes! This makes very good sense... My inner child is ten years old! The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
9:51 pm	Kudos to Linds for helping me out of boredom with all these quiz activities. Rockin'. You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek or more passionate embrace. super markets and work places are your favorite places to attack your loved one with all your love =p What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
9:47 pm	Ok, I just took this next one due to boredom, but I thought the result was hilarious enough to warrant me posting it. You are Going to marry Elijah wood. He will always respect you and your friends. His cute face and big blue eyes are also a plus. Congrats!! Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (14 choices now!!) brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
9:44 pm	Ha ha! This is awesome! I have visited almost everything East of the Mississippi! create your own visited states map or check out these Google Hacks. (Comment on this)