teleomyopia

It's funny that the most frustrating, trite, and inapprehensible conversations in theology come about when we set off logying about Theo--- to saddle Him, as it were, with a proper personality type. What does it mean, for example, that "God is Love"? Can that actually have a meaning for us?

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A word to my homebwas in tha hizzouse

my brother (Glenn) and i have whined for years that we can't seem to manage to live close to one another so that, among other things, we can be workout partners. A few days ago after a small epiphany we each started a blog dedicated to our workouts. This way, if we can't properly spot one another, we can at least make fun of, critique, and come up with ideas for each other's workouts. Mostly we just call each other wusses. i thought i'd throw up an invite to any of you who'd be interested in joing us. i don't want yer comments on there if you're not interested in working out (gotta take it if you're gunna dish it out); but if you are, i'd love to link to your site. This is just a motivation thang, so it doesn't matter what kind of workout you're into. He, for example, is a power-lifter, and benches the sum of my entire workout, whereas i try to design my workouts around getting in and out of the shower and staying strong enough to continue feeding myself. At any rate, if you could use some new life in your workout, or just would like to get started, we'd love the company. He has a huge repertoire of exercises, and was a cheerleader in high-school, so if you need ideas, friendly competition, or just a big fake smile, jump on board. Love to have you.

Efficiency

An adage occured to me after work this morning. Once there was a farmer who had some sort of four-legged beast which fell into a well. Maybe it was a cow. Never mind that a cow wouldn't really fit into a well. A cow fell into this farmer's well. The farmer, naturally, couldn't get the cow outta the well seeing as the cow was too big to have realistically fit into the well in the first place. Maybe it was a donkey. Doesn't matter. At any rate, the farmer mourned the loss of the cow, or donkey, or maybe sheep, but decided that rather than shoot it, the humane thing to do would be to bury it. So the farmer shovelled dirt on the creature. And shovelled. And shovelled. And shovelled. Unbeknownst to the daft farmer, however, each time he hucked dirt on the cow, or whatever, it just shook it off, trampled it down, and cleverly found itself millimeters higher than it was theretofore. The farmer and the cow continued their respective efforts until-- Lo and behold-- the cow [maybe i'll be p.c. and cycle through the candidates] the donkey was free. What struck me as funny was that the moral of the story came from the sheep's p.o.v. ---something to the effect that if life finds you in a hole and starts shovelling dirt on you, keep stamping. That's just idiotic. Why not if you've shovelled 15 cubic yards of dirt and you still haven't covered the [what're we at now?] cow, maybe you should consider renting a backhoe.