I’m goin to New York in a few weeks, and I thought I might get reccomendations of the cool places from those who have been or who live. I’ll post a partial list of places allready reccomended, just for my own records. Grand Central Terminal, NY Public LIbrary, The Guggenheim, The Metroplitan, Natrual History Museum, MOMA, Battery Park (for view of statue) near Ground Zero, Central Park, Times Square. I’d be interested in stories about places you’ve been in NY as well, as personal history makes new places more fun. Thanks!’

You know… there are moments in a persons life that just make them stop and think.. “OH yeah…” This is one of those moments. Ok… I understand that I betray my childishness in the fact that I care about the fact that I was indirectly refferred to by an A list blogger and that you aren’t supposed to care about it, but… but… ahh who cares what you think. Course… I can’t prove that Anil’s remark was prompted by me, but in my own mind I am secure in my knowledge. So there… *grin*

Two intersting things I wanted to note, the Montanist Movement and this site about cooking for loosers found via brown pau The Montanist movement was a heresy that arose in the early church, around the second century. It was characterized by imitations of the spiritual gifts, i.e the charismata specifically. The heresy came from Phrygia and it bears looking into when answering the questions that surround the use of spiritual gifts today. For further reading: CHARISMATA IN THE CHRISTIAN COMMUNITIES OF THE SECOND CENTURY ORTHODOXY AND HERESY IN EARLIEST CHRISTIANITY

I’ve decided to remove the mobilog link. The problem was that bloggerbot isn’t on enough, and my phone minutes didn’t allow quite as much freedom as I’d like. Here in the near future look for mobile posts to appear in the main log. Til then…

Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear Blog…. Happy Birthday to you. He’s so cute… just one year old… To see what I posted exactly one year ago… Go here.

I’ve added Trackback functionality. I’ve not been able to test it yet, so if anyone is willing, let me know if you get errors. You may also notice that my permalink link is gone. After due consideration, I figured that since my commenting function displayed the text of the post, it worked as a permalink very well. It seemed redundant. I left the anchor tags in though, so all links that previously used the permalink will still work. Enjoy the new functionality, and let me know if it breaks… Thanks!

The celebration of those things that lead to excess is a dangerous habit and it speaks of a man whose chief goal isn’t to glorify God but to enjoy self. Weather those things are good or bad is irrelevant.

Announcement! Greetings fellow poets… I have a proposal. I want to publish a pdf mini book of poetry, to be released online at walljm.com. Here are the details. I need 10 volunteers who would submit two poems apiece. The topic is "Time". There are no limits as to how you tie your poem to the topic. I’d prefer the poems not to be epic in length, as it would make formatting and illustrating difficult. I will announce a deadline after I the final poet signs up. I will be illustrating the book photographically if possible. Please sign up via the…

Why is winter so hard on the creative mind?

Life happens in waves, or at least big things occur in that fashion. You might be walking through life, wondering when things will happen. You may not be able to see into the future and concieve of what you dream coming true. Yet if you remain faithful to the little things, being diligent with God’s commands as you know them now, the waves will come. It has been my experience that things happen in waves. They don’t come a little bit at a time, making things easy to handle. No, they come all at once, when things are ripe. And…

This is perhaps a post in bad taste, though that is not my intention. I do not wish in anyway to detract or cast a shadow on the loss of the Columbia. The loss is indeed great, and the grief of the families and friends involved must be very hard to deal with. The main point of my post is that there seems to be an incongruity in the reaction of Americans to tragedy. Seven brave men and women died returning home on the Columbia, and with due regard, we as Americans stepped up and mourned with the family and…

New Poem, Oh Sweet the Rapture of His Love

New Poem, Bewildered Basket Weaving (inspired by Mandi!)

Well… I’m back. In retrospect, last week was one of those experiences that you find yourself glad you went through, but are even gladder you’re through with. *grin* To give an idea, for those who have been wondering at my more than usual absence, I spent 115 of the 192 hours available in the last week working. I spent roughly 40 hours running errands, relaxing a bit, going to church and what not, which leaves 4.6 hours of sleep on average. I’ve known people who have done far more, but this poor boy is tired. Now that I have enough…

It seems as though words escape me, failing to describe my present state. Yet I feel that you, my reader, deserve my thoughts. This is a task that I get more out of than you, so I begrudge you not this pleasure. But I am berift.

Chase Livingston is he who walks in arid regions of the mind. The product of a few fading pools of imagination, he writes a soft soliloquy. His plight I felt and thus enjoined I penned this piece of praising prose… an empty ocean that i splashed dry and i walk the shore that was no more but now a desert sea and fading memory small pools of water a sun grown hotter the soil of my brain is in need of rain and it is clear i’d joy for water near All credit for the above poetry is due Chase…

You know you’ve been programming to long when you wake up and realize you’ve been dreaming in Javascript. I can’t for the life of me remember exactly what it was, but it had something to do with church, Paul the Apostle, and Javascript Array’s and Objects. I’ve gotta get out more…

Much accomplished, much to do… I’ll see you in the morning.

In the midst of fatigue, the hardest part of a task is finishing the last ten to twenty percent. It is at this point in most projects that I am want to give up. In truth, I give up often at this point. I’m tired, and the rewards no longer seem worth the effort. What I don’t think about usually, when at this point are two things. First, the rewards that initially prompted me to start, but also the reward of finishing. I think such an accomplishment is underrated in my mind. I am going to finish this project. Sure,…

In the wee hours of the morning I find myself awake. I am in a state of not desiring wakefulness, yet bounding with energy. While in the throws of chemical delusions, caffeine that dark and ichorous substance, my friend and my nemesis, I hail thee. God was kind to me this evening. I found myself embarking upon an adventure into territory I had not trod before, and the mountains that I saw before me were more than I could see my way through. Yet with my intrepid companion, and a most merciful God, we marched through fiery trial, sore and…