Archive for February, 2008


In Which Someone Else Says It Best

Ingrid Michaelson says it better than I ever could, so I’ll let her say it.

WARNING: Clowns in video.

Despite my moodiness, depression, jealousy, snarkiness, sarcasm, and a million other annoying or down-right mean things I do, you’ve taken me the way I am. You were there when I had surgery (which wasn’t so long ago), and you took care of me when I was in pain, and there’s no way I could ever repay you for that.

Kristen, to say I’m happy about the way things have gone would be the century’s greatest understatement, and here’s to their continuance. You introduced me to this song, and here I am, shoveling it back like I’m new and original and witty, but nevertheless, the words ring still true.

Happy Valentines Day, everyone. But especially Kristen.

Sex, Sushi, and Salvation

For my school newspaper, I recently read Christian George’s new book Sex, Sushi, and Salvation: thoughts on intimacy, community, and eternity (Here on Amazon) so I could write a review on it. Here’s that review for you all who aren’t attached to LeTourneauland to read the paper.

The title, weighing in at a substantial ten words, really gives a fairly concise explanation of what the book addresses. The book takes the reader on a journey through the memories of its author, Christian George, as he begins putting together the pieces of his life, and weaving a tapestry of faith-centered messages.

George has led a life of travel, having been on many a pilgrimage to pertinent places in the Bible and in the history of the Christian faith. He has also traversed the globe on several mission trips. These experiences, along with some personal medical issues, marriage, and long talks with good friends, have given George some insights that the less world-savvy individual might not be able to grasp. That is, at least, the attitude which seems to run the course of the entire book.

George shares his thoughts on why people feel a need to be connected, ways in which people seek out that connection, and things in his life that have made him feel both connected and completely isolated. His stories are straight from the pages of his past, and each one ultimately reveals a spiritual truth, or a piece of the nature of God. From the mundane lunch-room jitters of talking to a girl for the first time, to the extraordinary grief of emergency room visits, everything, it seems, has a deep spiritual purpose, but he expounds on the story itself more than on its meaning of application.

That was a major theme running through the book: exposition of the circumstances and events with little depth into the spiritual truth he’s trying to outline in that specific chapter. At times, George tries so hard to stretch his situations to fit their theme, I found myself getting lost in the narrative. The narratives, also, seemed at times strained, and the language forced in an attempt to try to sensationalize a feeling or event.

Overall, the book begins to say some great things about Christianity, relationships, personal hardships, missions, community, faith, travel, and the list goes on. The list continues, but the outline is only of the second order, without much meat for each topic. While there were chapters on each of the three aspects of the title, the chapters were each self-contained units, and there wasn’t a sense of cohesiveness through them in regard to the expectations derived from the title: intimacy, community, and eternity.

Sex, Sushi, and Salvation is George’s third book. I expect he will continue writing and publishing, and while I think this book leaves some depth to be desired, George is certainly on the track to becoming a top-notch Christian Life writer. I give this book 2.5 out of 5 stars.

Good Idea, Bad Idea

Good Idea: Sending your girlfriend the following text message: “Theme for today: were I a composer, I’d be unable to create so sweet an aria as your voice, so stunning a sonata as your eyes, nor movements so profound as you.”

Bad Idea: Later telling her that you wrote it while you were waiting in line to buy chicken tenders at Wal*Mart.

And for those of you wondering, yes, I come up with “themes” for every day (mostly. I think I may have missed once since I started doing it).

Guest Post By the Amazing Golfwidow

I am guest posting for Tyler today.

Tyler has brain owies.

I figure the best cure for such maladies would have to be brain confetti.

If a human male misuses an inanimate object to the point of disabling or destroying it, he is said to have manhandled it. So if a dog does the same thing, why don’t they say he puppypawed it?

If I were a wizard, my Patronus would be a penguin. And you might think that would be the coolest (heh!) thing ever, except that Rachelskirt’s Patronus would be a sock monkey. Think about that. THINK about it.

I watched Superbowl XLII until I realized that they’d have all the commercials on Youtube by the end of the week anyway. Then I put on the Mythbusters marathon and finished off the buffalo wings.

If you were to mention to Tom Brady or Eli Manning that XLII is also the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, they’d look at you blankly. Whereas, if you were to say, “What is the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything?” to Jamie Hyneman or Adam Savage, I’m willing to bet they’d respond “Forty-two” without even thinking about it. I further imagine that Jamie would then decide that he and Adam should try to prove it, and see if they could get Grant to build Deep Thought out of parts culled from Anaheim Salvage. This is why I’m the sort of person who prefers a Mythbusters marathon to the Superbowl.

Tyler, thank you for letting me play with your trucks.

Thus Spake Thursday’s Child: Golfwidow! Thanks for the guest post. It’s great. If you, too, would like a wonderful guest post for your blog, hop on over to Golfwidow’s site and get yourself one! It’s only $2, and it’s worth significantly more than that. Go on. Git!

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