I want to send audio from my laptop to my stereo via bluetooth. Any ideas on where I can get a bluetooth to 2xRCA or 3.5mm stereo plug?
Wednesday 29 June, 02005
Monday 27 June, 02005
Sunday 26 June, 02005
I’m reading Soul Shaper by Tony Jones a chapter at a time. It’s about Christian spiritual disciplines, aimed particularly at people in youth ministry. It’s just been talking about the Divine Office – structuring the day, praying the hours (you know Lauds, Vespers, Compline). It suggests using this sort of thing at a youth camp. It came to me that that might be a good niche for Reformed youth camps. Seems to me we’re not very good at the hype-y praise and worship sort of thing, so something more silent, solid & rejuvenating might be the ticket.
Saturday 25 June, 02005
Said Wendell Berry in “A Native Hill”:
The most exemplary nature is that of the topsoil. It is very Christ-like in its passivity and beneficence, and in the penetrating energy that issues out of its peaceableness. It increases by experience, by the passage of seasons over it, growth rising out of it and returning to it, not by ambition or aggressiveness. It is enriched by all things that die and enter into it. It keeps the past, not as history or as memory, but as richness, new possibility. Its fertility is always building up out of death into promise. Death is the bridge or the tunnel by which the past enters its future.
A friend told me that if Michael King was right in his dating of Maori arrival in NZ, Pakeha have just now been here half as long. Which feels about right, I reckon.
Friday 24 June, 02005
Thursday 23 June, 02005
Wednesday 22 June, 02005
We watched the deleted scenes from the DVD last night. There are a couple of long dialogue scenes cut. In one, Andrew, Mark and Sam are with the couple who live in the ark above the infinite abyss, and Andrew confesses that he used to worry that if he didn’t save something, or discover something, or acheive something massive with his life he would have somehow wasted his time here, and whatever force that created us would resent him. The husband, a geologist who was exploring the abyss at nights against the will of his employers who want to build a new mall on it, said that he thought that force would probably rather remind him that breathing is all it takes to be a miracle.
O, and it had a really flash soundtrack.
Tuesday 21 June, 02005
Apparently sport is doing really well just now.
Monday 20 June, 02005
I watched Garden State tonight with Richard. It’s good, I recommend it. It’s about coming off the medication. It’s quite zen, very killing the Buddha. It’s finding a path in a newly trackless land. To me it was a step on the way back to the joie de vivre I’ve been missing.
Perhaps oil is running out. Perhaps we’ll be the last middle-class youngsters who get to go on OEs. And you know perhaps the icecaps are melting. Perhaps the sea will rise and all the world’s big cities will be flooded. Perhaps mum’s coming round to put it back the way it oughta be. I dunno.
Sunday 19 June, 02005
From Job 34:
If he should set his heart to it
and gather to himself his spirit and his breath,
all flesh would perish together,
and man would return to dust.