Tai Chi

In yet another attempt to establish that our church is not mainstream, last night we had our first Tai Chi instruction. We brought an instructor into our church building. After some slight rearranging of our pews couches, the sensei led us through centuries of chinese history (in about 7 minutes and 33 seconds). Then all the men of our congregation group touched each other for about two hours. While at one point, I did start to see the interest in greek mentoring, I ended up just wanting to kick everyone's ass.

Bloggers, Cloggers, and Groggers

I have read blogs everyday for several years, and I have come to realize that there are three types of Bloggers (actually there are a number of other categories that rhyme with -ogger but as will be explained below I have to keep this short). There are the bloggers, the Cloggers, and the Groggers.

The Blogger for the most part comes in 2 varieties. There is the newbie and the tried and true blogger. The Blogger is dedicated to the blog and produces quality content. The Blogger records reflections and diaries their human experience for the world to see. The tried and true blogger has been writing blogs for a number of years and remains dedicated to their publication regardless of their audience. The newbie Blogger differs in that they have only had their blog for less than one month. They produce quality content at regular intervals, but the odds are against them becoming tried and true bloggers.

Cloggers are another species in the blogosphere. The sheer quantity of information that is posted on their site is neither reflective nor spell checked. Cloggers post links and random thoughts about the minutae of their lives. Thus, they clog the blogoshpere with elaborate nothingness.

Then there are the Groggers. I am a Grogger. My brother is a Grogger. In fact, most people that I (physically) know are Groggers. Groggers at one time were likely newbie Bloggers, hog wild about posting the contents of their lives. They used to visit their blog on a regular basis adorning the navigation with links to their friends blogs. Now, however, the grogger has long periods between posts. Weeks and months go by between posts--the Blogger has fallen asleep and wakes up only now and then to post in a groggy state.

To all my fellow Bloggers, Cloggers, and Groggers, Cheers!

Happy Birthday

I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching

And I know I'm gonna steal her life
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her life
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl

I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving

And I know I'm gonna steal her life
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her life
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl

Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl