Sunday, January 13, 2008

Lambeau in January, pt 2.

Whoo boy, what a game and what a day!



Some pretty interesting fans turned out for this one.



The atmosphere was festive. :)



And of course the weather was perfect for football..



that is, if you were indoors. :)

And to think they'll be there again next weekend. What will it be this time? The Ice Bowl 2?

Well.. I'll be watching it on TV. It was way too good an opportunity to recover my costs. I sold my tickets for next week's game within 15 minutes of listing them on eBay today, for well over double my cost. So Saturday's game.. was free! :)

Now that's January in Lambeau at its best!

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Ahh... Lambeau in January

I suppose it's like Wrigley in July. :) Nothing else like it.

Let's see.. it's gametime in, what?

6 hours!

But before I grab a quick shower, throw on my Packer shirt, and hop in the car, I thought I could illustrate game day weather in Green Bay:





Yup, the fans have cleared the snow off the benches, and it'll be 26 degress and cloudy today. Ahh.. perfect shirtsleeve weather. Especially when you're inside, two rows from the glass, with your brat in hand and a beer in the cupholder, rally towel laid nicely in your lap just to add a little elegance to the setting. ;)

Oh.. the last picture? Top row, just right of center. Be sure to wave!

Friday, January 11, 2008

Concert!

What a great night out this was! :)






Dinner at the Loring Pasta Bar in Dinkytown,





followed by the Bird and the Bee playing




at the Varsity Theatre around the corner.

The food was great, the ambience unique, the venue hip, the people-watching interesting, and the performers talented & capable.

The opener (Charlie Wadhams) was nearly as good as the headliner, too. Singer/songwriter with solo guitar and one helper on percussion and backup vocal. Together they sort of reminded me both visually and aurally, of Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon, if you switched the voices, talent, and instruments. :) Picked up his CD, "Free Up Your Schedule". Two thumbs up!

But for the life of me I can't understand how the bands decide when to play. There must be a system, but I don't get it. Line forms at 7, doors open at 8, opening act 9ish (plays for 30 min), headliner 10ish (plays for 50 min)... nearly 4 hours of "being out", but less than 90 minutes of music. Hm.

At least the tickets were cheap. :)

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Music Reviews: Andy McKee, Tiger Army, Interpol, Flogging Molly, etc.

The next couple of editions of music review are going to be devoted to the stuff J1 & J2 brought back with them over Christmas for Dad to upload. :) Aww.. I feel loved.


Andy McKee - "Art of Motion" & "The Gates of Gnomeria": What great ambient guitar music this is. I'm not sure if it's better to call it folk (as in the guitar playing of Iron & Wine), or jazz (as in the guitar playing of Frank Vignola), or.. what? Whatever you call it, it's cool! :) And the way the guy plays is so unorthodox and bizzare, it's fascinating to watch. Both CDs are similar in sound, and there are no bad tracks at all, anywhere. They're great for studying, for sleeping (as J2 uses them), for chilling.. two thumb up. If I only had more thumbs...


Tiger Army - "III: Ghost Tigers Rise" & "Music From Regions Beyond": What the heck *is* this stuff? Alternative Country? Psychobilly? Surf Punk? You got me. ;) But I like it! Both iTunes and fan postings sometimes lament the band sounding a bit more commercial on their latest releases (these two), but for someone like me, I think that simply means they are more approachable and have won a new fan. :) The latter of the two is the more approachable for a newcomer.

Both CDs begin with a prologue which flows into the next track and that, I guess, sets the tone for the rest of the CD. A lot of the songs sound similar, with slap bass, chord bending at the end of phrases, and drums less focused on the bass kick than on rim shots and toms. The lead vocal is clean and easy to listen to (read: the occasional shout, but no screaming), but still has an edge to it at times. Very few ballads, most songs are uptempo and danceable.. if one dances to these things. Let's just say one *could*. :) Favorites: Ghostfire (GTR), Rose of the Devil's Garden (GTR), Forever Fades Away (MFRB), Pain (MFRB), As The Cold Rain Falls (MFRB), Where The Moss Slowly Grows (MFRB). But all tracks were okay, really. One thumb up for the first CD, two for the second. :)


Interpol - "Antics" & "The Black EP": iTunes and Amazon describe these guys as New Wave, Post Punk (similar to: The Strokes, Arcade Fire, The Postal Service, Bloc Party, Modest Mouse.) Um.. okay. I think I get that. But I also think they create a sound that's a little more atmospheric and layered than those other bands, sort of like R.E.M. and Radiohead do. Mostly, though.. I just like them. :) The Black EP has some live tracks on it, which I normally don't go in for, but these are not too bad - the crowd sound is filtered. Favorites: from "Antics" - Next Exit, Narc, Evil, Length Of Love; from "Black" - just NYC (Demo). Two thumbs up for Antics, one for Black.


Flogging Molly - "Within A Mile Of Home": Celtic-punk? Uhmm, I guess so. That's as good as any descriptor, I guess. They're not *too* punk, though, and maybe not as ethnic-sounding as The Pogues, either. More like The Frames with an occasional fiddle, tin whistle or accordion. :) Of course every once in a while (e.g. Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon) they sound sort of .. cajun. Go figure.

They do sing in English, as opposed to Runrig, another celtic rock band, whose CD I picked up in Glasgow when I was there 18 months ago now, and which I really enjoy. Flogging Molly can get a little frenetic.. like one of those songs where you start dancing in a circle and they keep increasing the tempo until you're whirling around and getting dizzy. Some of their songs are dizzying, they're so fast (e.g. The Seven Deadly Sins, To Youth.)

So yeah, kind of fun. If you like Celtic-influenced music, which I do. When you listen you can feel where American Bluegrass came from, but never grew beyond, either. This is a pretty good album all around, with a nice balance of songs, although I would have liked a few more ballads. Favorites: Whistle The Wind, The Wanderlust, Factory Girls. Plus, there's a really appealing song of theirs, "If I Ever Leave This World Alive", on the soundtrack album to the movie P.S. I Love You (now in theatres, gang!) One thumb up for the reviewed CD. it just tires me out to listen.. ;)

distancia

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dias y millas
no puede separamos
en el corazon


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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

so do haiku, actually..

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nuestro amor
mi dulce, mi corazon
nos ata juntos


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Love songs sound so pretty in Spanish..

Quiéreme mucho
Dulce amor mío
Qué amante siempre
Te adoraré

Yo con tus besos
Y tus caricias
Mis sufrimientos
Acallaré

Cuando se quiere de veras
Como te quiero yo a ti
Es imposible mi cielo
Tan separados vivir

Cuando se quiere de veras
Como te quiero yo a ti
Es imposible mi cielo
Tan separados vivir
Tan separados vivir

Es imposible mi cielo
Tan separados vivir
Tan separados vivir

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

TS502

Hey, finally the syllabus was published! Just in time to let me know that there are some reading assignments due for tonight. :(

The course will cover three main topics this quarter in Systematic Theology 2: The doctrine of humanity, the doctrine of sin, and the doctrine of Christ.

Sounds kinda personal to me! I have a feeling it will be challenging on several levels. Not the least of which is, there's one more paper due than last quarter.. :(

The required weekly reading assignments are actually smaller, but it doesn't count the extra two books we have to choose, read, and do a paper on. The first one's due the end of January. Yikes! Best get busy.

But then.. maybe if I don't turn it in on time, I'll be more aware of the frailness of my humanity, the relevance of the doctrine of sin to my life, and my need for reliance on Christ for daily grace. ;)

My final paper is supposed to say what I believe about these things. Maybe by then I'll know first hand.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Conditioned

"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."

----- Christopher Johnson McCandless



And so it is with me.

Nice Dream

It's one of those Radiohead songs where the lyrics are so obscure as to make the song unapproachable, but the sound of it and the mood it creates still makes it a favorite. :)

I guess I thought of it yesterday, after reflecting on a conversation we had in the car on the way home from KC Saturday. After taking a look at living expenses and school costs and debt retirement and future income, I came to the conclusion that the idea of transitioning to teaching in maybe three more years was just that -

A nice dream.

Putting pen to paper, adding and subtracting numbers, looking at amortization schedules, and forecasting income made the song in my heart of changing careers seem.. unapproachable. But the idea of it sounded so sweet, it is still a favorite song. Even though I guess it was, really, just a nice dream after all.

Looks like I'll be working at my current job, or something like it, until I'm about 62. Then.. maybe.. I can leave corporate America behind. So teaching really will be a "retirement" career, if it happens at all. After all, what school will hire an instructor into his first such full-time job at *that* age? I'll be lucky to snag a few classes here and there, maybe as a sub.

Ah well. So it goes.

Nice try.

Nice dream.

But I see from the clock.. it's about that time - time to go to work.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Man, slow down!

What a busy week coming up. This is the first time in a long time where I have *no* free evenings for about 10 days straight!

So.. work all day, plus in the evening:

Monday - teach class at Stritch
Tuesday - first class of Winter quarter at Bethel
Wednesday - RCIA, and J2 is here for doctor visit
Thursday - dinner and concert at the Varsity w/D
Friday - in Wisconsin at the in-laws
Saturday - Packer game at Lambeau, driving back late
Sunday - catch up on Bethel homework, grade Stritch homework, and do lesson plan for Monday
Monday - teach class at Stritch again ( 2 left!)
Tuesday - class at Bethel again
Wednesday - RCIA again (8 left!)

Then finally a "free" evening, no doubt not really free but full of reading for the Bethel class, before:

Friday - dinner at Vic's and jazz concert w/D

but at least the next Sat & Sun, there are no plans, so maybe I can catch up on Bethel reading. And soon the Stritch class will drop off, and by Holy Week the RCIA classes will be done. Whew!

Man! Wasn't I just on vacation? Yikes! I think I needed it.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Jilted and jaded

On the way back from KC today, we were chatting in the car about an old friend whom I'd emailed recently, and with whom I traded gossip and news about "the old days" when we worked together in the same office. We had sort of caught up on who was where now, and who got promoted to what job.

The company which we worked for together just had its President retire, who at one time we both reported to. D asked if my buddy had any news about the replacement, and I said that I never even thought to ask. "I don't care much anymore", I said. And then I thought.. wow. How I've changed.

When I was a boy growing up in a little farm town, I remember shopping trips to the "big city" (which was hardly big - only in comparison, since my town was 2500 people and the city in question was a whole 10 times that size.)

Anyway, on our way into that city (which I'll call Wazoo for short), there was an office building just off the main road, that was all white, set back from a reflecting pond. Beautiful. To this little kid it seemed like a castle, a shining city on a hill. :) It was a company named after the city, and I wondered if I would ever have a chance to set foot inside that building. I imagined it was all plush and cool, with deep golden carpet and white marble walls.

It was. I walked that golden carpet and stroked the cool, slick walls with my own hands. :) Because about 20 years after my boyhood daydreams, I began a 12 year stint working for that company (call her W), left, and then had another 5 year stint with the company that subsequently bought her. I say "her" because.. well, because I loved her. Like a fool, I loved this company, not realizing then that she could never return the affection.

I suppose it was my romantic nature which, even at an early age, thought it would be cool to be a knight in shining armor, do brave and good deeds (at my own peril, of course), and so win the heart of a beautiful girl who lived in a white castle. So when I came to work for W, it was a boyhood dream come true. And I was ready for love. :)

In the beginning, the relationship between W and me was a little rocky. She was elusive, cold. I had to prove myself, demonstrate my loyalty and my goodness. And after a while, I thought I did. She responded with what seemed like affection, which I also thought would turn to love in the end.

I would serve her, and she would respond, and we would grow closer and closer, until it was time for me to get down off the white horse and lay down my armor. She would remain forever young, of course, and someone else would serve her next, but.. that would be okay, because she would have loved me well while I was still able.

Yeah. That all changed about 8 years ago now, when after 12 years with her, she found someone else whom she wanted more than me - the big company that bought her. She "couldn't" keep me on, because of this new relationship, despite what I felt for her. Yes, she did offer me some relationship terms, but.. they were hard.

I could work for her new parent company, but not be with her anymore.. and would have to move half a country away. Well, maybe I could see her sometimes, if it worked out. But.. not very much. It was a hard choice, but.. I choose to step out of her life, though I still loved her. I didn't realize at the time how deep that hurt went.

Within about a year and a half, my hopes rose again. I was back in her service, so to speak, though not with her directly. I worked for her parent company then, but I lived much closer and saw her more often. It seemed to be okay, I could keep in touch, stay connected to her life, and sort of watch from a distance. Which I did, still affectionate toward her, for another 5 years.

But she cast her net wide, had no lack of attention from others, changed a great deal, getting rid of old relationships and losing much of the caring that had drawn me to her originally. Soon I didn't know who she was anymore. She didn't really have an interest in me anymore, either, as I found out when the new parent company closed my office and I was out on the street. I appealed to W - she had openings, roles that I could fill, but.. no. She had no need of me anymore. She wanted someone.. younger, someone more her type. :(

I think if she had tried at all that last time.. I would have still cared about her and would have rekindled my affections. But she didn't even try. So for the last 8 years I have felt my feelings for her turn from love to hurt to disillusionment to indifference. Now I just don't care. She can be with whoever she wishes for however long or short a time she chooses.. it means nothing to me now. Yes, I remember the good times. But more than the good times.. I remember her harsh coldness, much like the frozen north where she lives.

I never thought she would grow old. But she did. Old and brittle and hard - a shrunken shadow of her former self. As for me.. I've bounced from one work relationship to another since then. None of them compare to what W once was to me.. she was beautiful once. The best I ever knew.

And I know I'll never find what I had with her in any employer again, for many reasons. I'm old now, for one. Almost too old to please anyone else like her, even if I could find a company like that again, which I won't.

Because.. I've changed, too. I'm jaded and cynical, like a lover who is jilted repeatedly eventually becomes. I won't give my heart like that ever again. From now on, any work relationships I have will be ones of mutual convenience. I give you what you want, you give me what I want. As long as it's a fair trade.. we're good.

Oh.. we may become friends, maybe even friends with benefits. But - I'll never give my heart like that again - to one who won't (can't, really) respond in kind. I'll walk away before that happens. I won't get hurt like that again.

So I think that's why when I go to KC, and see that pretty, polished and stylish exterior, I get a sick feeling in my stomach, and shudder at the thought of the cold, cold heart which I know is inside her. And I keep my distance. I guard my heart now. I've learned my lesson. It's one thing to love a person - there's at least a chance that your love might be returned. But a corporation.. oh no. Never again.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Freeeeeee!

I know it was a short week, but I am so glad to be done and out of here. I was so edgy today, stomach upset, nervous.. something about this place gives me the creeps.

I'm sure it would be any office building - anything that smacks of corporate America - but still.. I'm glad to be heading home. Maybe a good long walk tonight after a light dinner, and then a leisurely drive back to the Twin Cities tomorrow.

Enough got done that I don't have to think about work all weekend, and I think I can just enjoy myself and relax. Tomorrow's drive should be good for that. :)

Homeward!

adam

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doing the right thing
shouldn't have to be this hard
why can't it be easy


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Thursday, January 03, 2008

Back again so soon?

Yet another trip to KC today. A shorter visit than last time (just two days), and with company en route this time. :) That should make the windshield time pass more quickly, and make the feelings of isolation while on the road go away for once.

Might even make a detour to see the Spam museum on the way back. Oooh. It's almost like vacation! (But not quite..)

And.. best of all.. no expectations to return for about another 6 weeks. Yay! The less time I spend in that office, the better.

Fewer masks in 2008.. I hope.

In RCIA class last night, we talked about heaven, hell and purgatory (including the impacts of penance and indulgences on the same) and.. modes of existence. Fascinating discussion.

Part of preparing for each week of class is a handout (usually The Catholic Update) given out the week before. While the handout for tonight's class indeed dealt with H, H & P, one section of it jumped out at me, and that was the notion that the Final Judgment is really not so much focused on condemnation as it is the experience of "being fully known" by God, and having His knowledge of us made known to us. We will get to see ourselves as He sees us. And that can be a very scary thought... or a comforting one, depending.

One paragraph from the handout said this:

" 'At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.' (I Cor. 13:12) We wear a lot of masks to keep from being known. Perhaps no one judges us more harshly than we judge ourselves. But every now and then someone catches us off guard by peeking behind our masks and loving us as we are - a surprise someone called the most magical: 'God's finger on one's shoulder.' Truly, no one knows us so well and yet loves us with such enduring passion as God does."

Yeah, I get that. God knows me as I really am, and loves me anyway. With people, I have no such confidence. The love of so many people is conditional - for what I can do or be for them. Those times where I have been loved unconditionally by someone - where someone knows me as I really am, and loves me anyway - I have thought of that person as loving me in that moment like God does, and *will* do forever in the next life.

I have, then, seen God's face in that person's eyes, smiling or tearful, felt God's hands in their touch, heard God's voice on their lips. And I will forever after associate them with the love of God somehow, as in some way representing God to me. And in my better moments, I am able to love the same way - no matter what that person does or says or.. is.. inside.

I need more of those moments.. both giving and receiving love that way. I ran across the following the other day, that felt to me like I could have written it myself just yesterday. Maybe it resonates with one or more of you as well.



Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
Masks that I'm afraid to take off
And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one, but don't believe me.

My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it is followed by acceptance,
If it is followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself
from my own self-built prison walls
from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to. I'm afraid to.

I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game
With a façade of assurance without
And a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of Masks,
And my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings --
very small wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator --
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books may say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

----- Charles C. Finn

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Learning to follow His lead

"Sooner or later you figure out life is constructed specifically and brilliantly to squeeze a man into association with the Owner of heaven. It is a struggle, with labor pains and thorny landscape, bloody hands and a sweaty brow, head in hands, moments of severe loneliness and questioning, moments of ache and desire. All this leads to God, I think. Perhaps this is what is on the other side of the commercials, on the other side of the curtain behind which the Wizard of Oz pulls his levers.

"Matter and thought are a canvas on which God paints, a painting with tragedy and delivery, with sin and redemption. Life is a dance toward God, I begin to think. And the dance is not so graceful as we might want. While we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, scuffs our shoes. So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a difficult dance to learn, because the steps are foreign."

----- Donald Miller, "Through Painted Deserts"

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

There's just something..

..about the start of a new month. :)

I always feel a bit more hopeful about the future.

Wonder why that is?

Better Days

and you ask me what i want this year
and i try to make this good and clear
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

cause i don't need boxes wrapped in strings
and designer love and empty things,
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

Chorus:
so take these words
and sing out loud
cause everyone is forgiven now
cause tonight's the night the world begins again

and it's someplace simple where we could live
and something only you can give
and it's faith and trust and peace while we're alive

and the one poor child who saved this world
and there's 10 million more who probably could
if we all just stopped and said a prayer for them

so take these words
and sing out loud
cause everyone is forgiven now
cause tonight's the night the world begins again

i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

so take these words
and sing out loud
cause everyone is forgiven now
cause tonight's the night the world begins again



----- The Goo Goo Dolls

resolution(s)

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so what's to resolve
next year could hardly be worse
just want to survive


crawl out of this hole
only way to go is up
start the climb today


metaphysical
survival of the fittest
get my soul in shape


a suspended chord
begging for resolution
was this whole past year


maybe the new year
will see the sun come out
drive the dark away


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