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May 21, 2004
Abducted by Aliens
I have been taken away to the mother ship!!! That is my only explaination for being gone so long.
That or I got back from the black hills and the bad lands only to leave the next day for my Grandma's memorial service is Duluth. I got back from that last night and have been scrambling to put my life together before I leave again on Monday for Eau Claire. I will be there untill my wedding a week from Saturday!!! Then I am off to my mystery Honeymoon destination that I can't tell any of you about... :)
Another excuse is that I haven't had internet access for over a week.
Anyway, Lou, give it up man, you can't change the world all by yourself.
Posted by paul at 11:22 AM | Comments (2)
May 13, 2004
Take to the hills
I am off to the Black Hills of S.D.! The old crew of Dan Bovenmyer, Nathan Meyer, Ben Lennander, Josh Cramer and I will be driving off into the sunset tonight!
It will be really good to be with those men again. After all these years apart we can once again join forces for good and for awsome.
Funny thing is that last time we were all together (we made a historic pilgrimage to Canada) Josh was the only one of us married.
This time I am the only one not married.
But not for long!!!!!
(384 hours
Posted by paul at 12:29 PM | Comments (6)
May 11, 2004
Moving too...
So Matt and Nancy and Russ have both posted about moving and I guess it's that time of year again.
I have spent the last two days painting smoke gray walls and ceilings a brilliant off white. And a food splattered kitchen an odious green.
It has been good to give the brain a rest after a good 18 years of hard work in the class room.
Posted by paul at 09:34 AM | Comments (4)
May 06, 2004
The Secret is out!
Amber Ruppert has a passion for Styx and dramatically lip-syncs to their smash hit “Come Sail Away” in her dorm room when she thinks that no one is watching!
But on a routine wander through the upper halls of Friley I found her out!
Posted by paul at 11:59 PM | Comments (10)
Store #1
The newspaper was wrapped in good news. Carl stooped over it trying to smooth it from the breeze coming through the cracked window. “Ah His Excellency the Counselor is at it again, making the world a safer, better place I see. And in only his first 71 months since the uprising…” He mumbled under his thick brown and gray mustache. He squinted in the dim light from the window. “Wish he could fix the weather though, it’s been gray-brown and drizzle for near on 19 months. No summer and no winter. Just brown rain.” He thought.
Suddenly the door scrapped open and a blast of hot breeze frightened the papers into a confused mess in Carl’s hands. He looked of the top of his glasses, annoyed and arching his eyebrows at the stranger entering his lonely store. He hadn’t had a customer all day and it was almost 2. He let the papers fall to his feet.
The tall thin man browsed the shelves for a half a minute and picked out some essentials: a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a gallon of bottled water. He swung his large pack to the floor placing the items on the counter for Carl to scan which he did in turn. The tall man rubbed the thick brown stocking hat but did not remove it. After the water had been scanned he opened it and drank as though he had not tasted any as pure in a month.
“That’ll be 15.85” Carl challenged. The tall man stopped and looked rather taken aback at the steep price, shook his head and reached a fingerless glove into his heavy coat pulling out a large wad of dirty bills.
Carl jumped in “Don’t take cash no more, not in 13 months. Don’t know what I would do with it after the bank closed. I’ll take your credit though.”
The man’s eyes glowed angrily and his voice cracked: “There good dollars.”
“Sorry, only credit.”
The man pushed the bills towards him. “Here’s double. Take it.” Then he started packing the food up into the dusty pack.
When Carl tried to protest the man just glared at him.
Then he understood, staring at the gloved hands and thick hat. In a small voice he stuttered: “I see… you don’t have any credit…. I’m not supposed to sell to you.”
The man ignored Carl and turned to walk out as his voice pinched to a whine: “Come back here or… or I’ll report you…. at least don’t tell anyone that it was me. I could be arrested!”
The blast of air rustled the papers as the man vanished into the dim midday sun. The door banged closed behind him.
Posted by paul at 12:00 AM | Comments (4)
May 05, 2004
Feasting
So I was thinking of making a general invitation to my wedding here on my blog.
Because it’s a holiday weekend and because it’s in Eau Claire, WI (on May 29th) out of over 500 that we have invited some people have told us they can’t make it.
There are also some out there who have simply not replied at all.
So we do have extra seats.
I am thinking of posting their names on this site so that they may be public berated.
Anyways because of the publicity of this blog and the fact that it was formerly the #1 site for news and information on Christie Gibson (I have fallen out of favor with google) I cannot invite you via this outlet.
If you would like to come simply send me an email and I will get you specifics.
This does remind me of a certain biblical passage:
Matthew 22
The Parable of the Wedding Banquet
1Jesus spoke to them again in parables, saying: 2"The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son. 3He sent his servants to those who had been invited to the banquet to tell them to come, but they refused to come.
4"Then he sent some more servants and said, 'Tell those who have been invited that I have prepared my dinner: My oxen and fattened cattle have been butchered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding banquet.'
5"But they paid no attention and went off--one to his field, another to his business. 6The rest seized his servants, mistreated them and killed them. 7The king was enraged. He sent his army and destroyed those murderers and burned their city.
8"Then he said to his servants, 'The wedding banquet is ready, but those I invited did not deserve to come. 9Go to the street corners and invite to the banquet anyone you find.' 10So the servants went out into the streets and gathered all the people they could find, both good and bad, and the wedding hall was filled with guests.
11"But when the king came in to see the guests, he noticed a man there who was not wearing wedding clothes. 12'Friend,' he asked, 'how did you get in here without wedding clothes?' The man was speechless.
13"Then the king told the attendants, 'Tie him hand and foot, and throw him outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.'
14"For many are invited, but few are chosen."
© Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
Posted by paul at 12:00 AM | Comments (2)
May 04, 2004
Trailers and Reviews
I like watching movies. Because of this I watch a lot of trailers. I know that I have posted on this before but I want to underline its importance. Watching trailers and reading reviews has not led me wrong on a movie in probably the last five years. I end up being informed when I go to rent a movie and simply end up using my time and money better.
Posted by paul at 11:49 PM | Comments (1)
May 01, 2004
Alone in the Crowd
It was perfect last night to leave the throng milling around the foosball table, the different games and the succulent piles of snax's, go into the blue-lit auditorium and sit there at the foot of the stage with Jimmy Eat World blaring all around me.
From my vantage point I could see through the open doors into the bright and cheery atrium to the buzzing minglers. I had no desire for their mostly hollow conversation; instead I took solace in my solitude, my nacho's, my vanilla coke, and my melancholy spirit.
------------ Later ---------------
The band did well and crafting an experience. I think that the effort put into scripting and transition paid off. No critic just praise. Often times we ask people to get together in small groups and pray. I wonder if people would respond well to asking them to get together in small groups and worship...
In other news I like the name Lee. I have heard that one-syllable names work well with multi-syllabic last names.
Posted by paul at 10:26 AM | Comments (9)