Archive for July, 2005

When Worlds Collide

Posted by on Sunday, 24 July, 2005

The further I get
From the things that I care about
The less I care about
How much further away I get
–The Cure

On a church retreat, another world and another life later:
“When you were in the circus,” she asked innocently, “Did you know Nichole Orman?”
The only sound I hear is of a needle scratching across a record. Blink. Twice. Respond: “Yes. Yes I did.”

For so it was charged me by the word of the LORD, saying, Eat no bread, nor drink water, neither return again by the way that thou camest. (1 Kings 13:9)

Pushing buttons

Posted by on Thursday, 21 July, 2005

Without saying a word, just click-type-click, I can make people do things. What a strange power to have.

Speaking of buttons, I feel as though I recently deleted the past year of my life. It disturbs me that I’m not more disturbed about it. We’ll just pretend it’s last summer again, and I get to start all over. Only… I’m just not in the mood to start all over.

Lately I feel like I’ve been spending most of my time on things that really do not matter. I occasionally find myself wishing I was Amish… yet I’m majoring in electrical engineering.

Nobody Blogs Anymore

Posted by on Friday, 15 July, 2005

…It’s just so 2004.

I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold.
Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.

I went walking
Under an atomic sky.
Where the ground won’t turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.

Yeah I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too.
I went wandering…

I went drifting
Through capitals of tin.
Where men can’t walk,
Or freely talk,
And sons turn their fathers in.

I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit.
They say they want the Kingdom,
But they don’t want God in it.

I went out riding
Down that old eight lane.
I passed by a thousand signs,
Looking for my own name.

I went with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too.
Looking for You…

I went out there,
In search of experience.
To taste and to touch,
And to feel as much
As a man can,
Before he repents.

I went out searching,
Looking for one good man.
A spirit who would not bend or break,
Who would sot at his Father’s right hand.
I went out walking
With a Bible and a gun.
The Word of God lay heavy on my heart,
I was sure I was the one.

Now Jesus, don’t you wait up.
Jesus, I’ll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers,
Told her I’d be back by noon.

Yeah I left with nothing,
But the thought You’d be there too.
Looking for You…

Yeah I left with nothing,
Nothing but the thought of you.
I went wandering…
— U2 featuring Johnny Cash, “The Wanderer”

Oh no, not again

Posted by on Tuesday, 12 July, 2005

One of my professors is constantly saying that we need to look at what the equation/problem/circuit/etc. is “telling us.” He says this two or three times per class. I struggle to stay awake in that class.

However, to apply the same principle, I find myself asking, “What is this astonishing coincidence ‘telling us’?” How does this happen? How does this happen more than once? I don’t need this right now.

Perhaps though, the only message to be had is that this sort of thing happens all the time, and it is pointless to look for meaning in wild coincidences.