fifth hour at Haaseltons doing homework

Bible studying

This year I'm leading a bible study at Trent University on the Holy Spirit, so far it's going well... but so far we haven't reached any of the more contentious issues. I am paying for wisdom to present these issues in a biblical and ubiased way... its impossible to be without any bias, but with as little as possible...

The reason for this topic is that i have studied the Holy Spirit more than any other topic, and I feel called to this more than anything else... traditionally my background is messy, saved at a pentecostal church, attended at an alliance church, learned most of my theology from a baptist church... I'll describe myself as 50% fundamentalist (in theology, not attitude) and 50% charismatic, so I'm kind of an odd one out in pretty much any circle.

Anyway, here is some fun pictures from last night:





















The infamous Mike Horn (is delicious, buttery and salty) picking my nose.





















Fun group shot (1/2 the small group)





















Getting up





















Mike Horn the wolf-boy eating John's hand

Going VHS hunting

If you have known me for more than three seconds, you probably know that I have an... ahem... "strange obsession" with 1980's horror films. It all began when I was about 8 yrs old and I was at my cousin's, and my aunt rented "Jason goes to Hell: the Final Friday" for us. Back then it was fun cause it was taboo.

Now I realize the true fun of horror films: ridiculous gore, non-existant plots, and acting worse than the plots. Throw in some inspired social commentary here and there and you have a good recipe for fun.

So, naturally I was floored when Ted's Place (a local movie-rental store older than me) put up a sign saying that all their movies, including the largest horror section in Peterborough, are for sale!!!!

Unfortunately, most horror movies include copious amounts of nudity, which is unacceptable to this good little Christian boy (for some reason the violence doesn't get to me... maybe I'm desensitized, maybe it's cause the first movie i remember watching was "Terminator 2").

By far my favourite horror movie is "Sleepaway Camp," from 1984. It includes no nudity because all the characters are 13, and it has the most innovative deaths in it of any horror film I've ever watched. The original VHS version has about 6 seconds of footage absent from my DVD version, and yes, I'm that much of a nerd that I bought it for those 6 seconds...

I also got an out of print music video: Anthrax- Oidivnikufesin, which I have only ever seen at Ted's place.

So, movie night anyone? Rachel, you don't have a choice! Ha!

blind(ed)

I am at Haaseltons.

There were a group of middle-aged men beside me discussing opera. One gave a subdued (but excellent) example of a vocal. When they stood up he called to the black lab that was sitting beside him, his guide dog.

The guide dog that was so well behaved that I didn't even notice it.
The blind man who did not act blind.

face that book

I am now a complete emo nerd in facebook

Talk to me now you Trent University delinquents!!!!

http://trentu.facebook.com/profile.php?id=119104042

Thursday is shave day

because I have to go to work day

Before:



After:

Mircosoft Office is expensive

Like, $250 dollars... but anyway, now my sweet MacBook has the best of both Mac and PC world on it. Also, I have the "Student and Teacher" edition of MSO which costs $350 less than the standard edition even though it has EXACTLY the same stuff on it... who ever heard of an MNC actually helping out students? I'm tickled. Maybe that Bill Gates guy actually has a heart underneath his billions of dollars.

more fun...

...with my macbook camera



I am a comic book superhero















It is Rachel at Haaseltons













It is Noah & Rachel at Haaseltons

















Oh noes! A dimensional shift!!! (PS I'm such a nerd)













I am tso gonna see Bob Dylan and you are not. Na na na.

2am self-portrait

investing in a fruit company

Hello

I have decided to invest in a fruit company.

This post from my brand new MacBook computer. It kills your laptop.

So this guy walks into a bar..... OUCH!

So Noah walks into a "No Parking" sign. OUCH!

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lift yr. skinny fists like antennas to heaven and he will hear from you sleep now child w/ joy w/ grandeur selah g_d/man/woman this is the q. we ask of you g_dman g_dwoman g_d not open the window not broke the glass not g_dman/woman not knlge o o o o hold down may G_d grant you pxxcx mxy gxd grxnt yxx pxxcxg0d1 pace s ing ing down down in the valley-o down o grant us thy peace in the storm-o grant us not muse mxsxc down-o in static static static static open that skinny box open the lid to let out on static not peace not storm not sleep open lift antennas to heaven Grant us thy piece o G_d selah [ps. alm w/ yearning of "t' age..."] open up those gates with time g_dspeed a/ when you taste g_d you will be innocent when you taste g_d you will be set free it takes faith it takes heart's blood and when you see g_d's face you will die /on your face /fallen / you will die / beautiful shapes and colours / Chrxst / a message is waiting for you / my son / wait / when you see the face of G_d / all is clear / you are blind / you will die when you see the face of G_d you wil see my shoulder sayeth the l_rd as I float by for if you see my face you will surely die sayeth the L_rd selah yuo yuogy sleep in the static son creation groans do you hear it/ at night/ all creation groans shhhhhhh be quiet outside you will hear it if you listen under/neath everything else truck road building face eyes vision hear it in the trees hear it in your blood coursing through the veins in your neck leaving your brain underneath the silence listen to creation groan can you/ grant meus/usme thy peace o L_rd Chr_st G_d selah listen listen listen listen listen listen G_d is not in the storm fire wind o so what will we do with the baby-o listen G_d is in the static //// quiet

feeling: gsy!be mwY & the word

time to trespass

What are you so scared for, sister?
Well, I'm just as scared as you.

Every once in a while I think it's crazy. Some slick and benevolent God who calls himself the perpetual state of being decides he feels like making the human race.

So he does.

Poof. Just like that, pretty little humans. So they're in this hipster garden type place called Eden hanging out with that God guy and they're pretty chill. Then God's like

"btw, stay away from that tree, punishable by death kids" Then God goes for a walk by himself somewhere, dealing with all those things that God does (of course, knowing what all is going on).

And then there's angel type cat called Satan and he's pissed cause he was kicked outta heaven just cause he thought he was dope. And he's like

"Hey humans, you should totally eat that fruit."

So they do.

And God, well, he's pissed right off. Comes down and he's all,
"Hey Adam, where are you?"

And of course, God knew exactly where that Adam guy was; but Adam, he just didn't know where he was himself.

Adam, he was all tainted, busted up real bad-- to the point that God didn't see anything even half decent in that kid no more (and that fox Eve was busted too).

And they call that "total depravity"

So God sent them away. And we're like, all their incestuous kids or something and we're pretty messed all up too.

Then, like, 4000 years or something later God sends his own son (who like, is also him if that makes any sense to you) and that guy's called Jesus. And he runs around making the poor folks happy and royally pissing off the religious leaders and stuff.

So they kill him.

But he comes back to life and he's all like:
"Yo, my blood covers ya, if you follow me I'll save you and you won't perish, but instead you can hang out with me an' my Dad again. Pretty sweet, eh?"

And they call that "salvation"

Okay... all joking and risking of irreverence aside, my pastor told this story today (minus the hip jargon) And I had one of those metaphysical moments of self awareness and I was like "this dude's crazy!"

But wait, I believe what he's saying. I believe in that Jesus guy and his Dad. I try to follow him and mess up real bad. But it is crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy... and sometimes I don't even know why I try to keep up with it all beacause everyone thinks I'm insane and I'm starting to doubt my sanity myself. But hey, I still believe.

And, I guess they call that "faith"

But I call it fear. Cause I'm afraid. Maybe just as scared as you.

skip

here i am skipping history seminar again because i dont have the texts and i dont like the rain remembering why i love un so much.