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I’m somewhat worried because i have shizloads of work to do on assignments before my programming exam.
I’m somewhat nervous because i’m going to a BBQ this evening and won’t know anyone there.
I’m rather happy because three books from the US have just arrived – Peter Leithart‘s Against Christianity, Mark Horne‘s The Victory According to Mark and Douglas Wilson’s Joy at the End of the Tether.
Mostly, when I ask about loneliness, a deep, sad silence descends on audiences of young men and young women alike. They know they are lonely together, even when conjoined, and that this imagery is a big part of that loneliness. What they don’t know is how to get out, how to find each other again erotically, face-to-face.
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[via fearsomepirate]
Shiny new email address for me – matt at mhjb dot co dot nz. I’m gradually phasing out the hotmail one.
After skiing on Monday last week, we drove to Turangi to bathe in the hot pools. We stopped at the BP/BK for dinner. I had some sandwhiches left over that i hadn’t eaten on the mountain, so i ate them while the others ordered their meal. Someone had left a NZ Herald lying on the table i was sitting at, so i flicked through it. I read all the birth/death/marriage notices. One old lady who had died had about ten different obituaries addressed to her. I want to live a ten-obituary life.
Wellington folk: Can you suggest a good dentist for me? I spent my hatred every place, on every work on every face. Whoops i mean when i was young i spent every coin i earnt on tiny treats to rape my teeth. Pornography for the tastebuds. Now i must pay the price.
Wellington chums come to Goldenhorse tonight at Bar Bodega. If you can’t afford i’ll pay.
We can only live the changes we wish to see: we cannot think our way to humanity. Every one of us, every group, must become the model of that which we desire to create. We must break the obsolete social and economic systems that divide the world between the over-privileged and the under-privileged. Each of us, whether government leader or protester, business executive or worker, professor or student, share a common guilt. We have failed…through our lack of responsible awareness…and thus added to suffering around the world.
All of us are cripples—some physically, some mentally, some emotionally. We must, therefore, strive cooperatively to create a new world. There is no time left for destruction, for hatred, for anger. We must build, in hope and joy and celebration.
[via Bruderhof]
Tonight I noticed eyes are nice if you don’t look too close but they’re black and empty in the middle.
