turns out

my teacher is a follower of dear Confucius.  I got to talk to him about morals, relative morality, self-principles, and wisdom today on the way home from the hot spring (that’s right friends, I went to the hot springs with my teacher! eat that Beland) There’s still some way to go before we can start getting into absolute truth vs. moral relativism.  I need to go read up on Zen too…boo.

Oh, and he agreed to keep hitting the onsens up next school quarter with me.  Seems like the start of a legitimate friendship.

Lesson: Look out for number two

babes

I keep smelling burped up milk.

happy valentine’s day friends.

“  The Spirit and the bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who wishes take the water of life without cost.”
(Rev 22:17 NAS95S)

tear.

Everything feels more meaningful when you’re sad.

Reading and Praying

When I have a rough day, or when I am feeling particularly cluttered, or when something is wrong and I just can’t put a finger on it, I usually clear my mind with two things.

1. Theological reading
2. Prayer

Theological reading brings your mind out of the murkiness of the day and into the light of theological truth. It’s difficult to feel emO and intellectually dull when the glory of God is blazing your face off. Night becomes day. And all the brain haze gets sucked away leaving only intense clarity.

What prayer does that is even more wonderful than theological reading is it takes all your burdens, and your unspoken anxieties and lays them down before our triple O (Omni-present,-potent,-scient) God so that you can lay your head down on your pillow and sleep. Some people cry out their sorrows, I just pray them out and trust that I’m in good hands.

These are old lessons. But they still work. Here I release an extended sigh (sigh…)

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also…I started using a nib.  It’s amazing the sort of precision, cleanliness of line, and overall classiness you get from such a primitive tool. It cannot be duplicated by rolling balls, ballpoints, plastic tips, or brushes. Here’s a pic.

classy!

Waking up cold

is a very bad feeling.  Having long hair doesn’t help.  Usually I shower at night which means my hair is wet when I get in bed.  Wet hair and cold air equal frigid head.  Frigid head equals sleepless turning. The best solution is to wear a beanie to sleep.

I read a news headline today saying that Taiwan is not getting colder, the cold is just getting more focused into a shorter albeit more consistent period of time.  This great fiasco makes me want to cut my hair short again.  But I must resist, if I am to ever achieve that mane of glory.

On a more solemn note, school begins tommorow.  On a more solemner note, I need to invest more into church,  they’re wondering where I am these days.

ahoy

I’m back from my wonderful trip to Cali.   The food may not be as good, but boy the people are really something else.

on writing

I don’t want to be wordy.  I just want to be right.