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Its heart wrenching to watch people struggle, and even more so to watch a group of people you know and love slowly let unresolved issues escalate to divisive problems. Its frustrating. So what does this have to do with semantics, you ask? Because the problems that cause division are simple and revolve around some terms that are often misunderstood and misapplied. What is love, and how does it work? Why is pride so closely related to the love’s antithesis? What are those common misconceptions that allow wickedly dangerous attitudes to creep up on us, long unnoticed for what they truly…

I Wonder as I Wander Walljm.com has been boring lately. Yes, I know it’s true. I’ve lost interest you see. It hasn’t been much of a priority, and I’ve lost my focus. Posting on blogs, blogging, technology, religion, politics, and such becomes boring after a while. Those “Oh so wonderful” autumn type posts that linger on the golden hues of sunset seem out of place in the midst of summer. I think that perhaps when certain things settle, and I’ve transitioned from what I am to what I plan to be I will write more often on a more focused…

Marketing Genius I have to blog this. Sarah from www.creativeslips.net has won a site design award from www.client-success.com. Aparently this company gives these website awards away to well designed sites. From the looks of it, they’ve been doing it for several years. Personally, I find this practice a stroke of pure marketing genius. What better way to introduce yourself to progressive online web people than to offer them an award. You stroke their ego, you stand a reasonably high chance of getting a link back to your own website, and you let them know who you are. Your google rank…

The last few weeks have been busy to say the least. Preparing for a VBS club I’m helping with, and managing a few other things has been taxing. I’ve not been posting here enough, as evidenced by the fact that there are only two posts on here today, which means that i’ve only posted twice in fifteen days. Bad. It should be interesting to see how the VBS goes. Today is my day to teach and lead in the crafts and what not. I’ve been experiencing a rather unusually large amount of spiritual warfare leading up to this too. I’d…

I’m not sure if we ever announced the launch of Marzhill Studios’ website. So here it is, www.marzhillstudios.com. Please let me know your thoughts and what not and feel free to pass the address to all your friends and reletives… distant cousins… old associates… you know… people… *grin*

“Ok… take a deep breath”, I think and slowly fill my lungs with oxygen. Stress floats away for a few moments as my mind is preoccupied with the expansion of my lungs and then settles back into the muscles in my neck and shoulders as I remember all the things that are currently going on. I pause for a moment to engage in wishfull thinking and my mind starts coming up with weasly little reasons why I shouldn’t be the one to have to do these things. I start thinking who I can unload it on and the catch myself.…

Its true… the vast majority of people who graduate college don’t end up working in the industry they studied in college. Weather it is because there weren’t jobs in that industry, or because they discovered that what they studied just wasn’t what they liked, a lot of people end up doing something other that what they intended. In my case, I can expect that my profession will stem from a hobby I picked up during my senior year. See, I studied Computer Information Systems in school. I pursued that field of study because working with computers was one of the…

It’s something of a mystery for me, and its bothersome in the way that things are bothersome when they lie just outside of your understanding. Why is it that people feel the need to disparage or make fun of those who choose live with less, to take the precautionary road, and avoid such things that they consider dangerous. In some way the attitude is related to normal biases, such as the ones humanity often takes up against people in different class distinctions or racial groups. Is it because we feel somehow that their choice to avoid questionable things casts doubt…

I’ve been sick for the past few days, and though its not really a good excuse, I’m going to beg your leave for not posting like I should. Being sick does wierd things to me. It makes me listless and a little selfish. Of course, thats not really weird as most people probably feel that way. Here’s the weird part. Fatigue makes me feel romantic. yup… the tireder I get the more poetic and amorous I get. You can imagine the consternation I feel at times like these. All this romantic energy all pent up and no place to go.…

When I go to San Francisco in August, I definitely want to visit The Canvas. Among the other normal sites, does anyone have any suggestions for places to go see? (Thanks to Stop Design for the tip.)

The Subtleties of Self Pity Its a fell feeling that creeps up on us. Its deceptive too, cloaking itself in false humility, it acts as if by entertaining it you are justly taking action. It’s a disease and it affects many believers who have yet to grasp the reality of being redeemed. You probably know how it starts. You’ll be walking along, living life, dancing perhaps with one thing or another when you make a mistake. You go just a bit to far with something you should never have entertained at all and you find yourself on the north side…

Happy Birthday Dad My dad turns 54 today. I remember growing up in Texas while my Dad went to Southwestern Theological Seminary there in Fort Worth. He would get up at 3:00am and go to work at McDonalds so he could get off early enough to get home and head to class by noon. I understand now how hard that kind of schedule is to keep, but back then it was just what Dad did, and I thought it was normal. I remember thinking it was so cool that he had keys to the building. I went with him once.…

Have you ever had one of those days, when there wasn’t a lot to do and you were really enjoying it? I woke up late this morning with only one real task, to cut Jon’s hair. As some of you might know, my roomates hair had grown to quite the length, reaching just past his shoulders. I’m told it was really nice hair, but as many girls can empathize with, it’s hot in the summer. So he agreed to let me cut it. *grin* I cut hair, not often, but I was trained by my mom before I left home,…