Thursday, November 24, 2005
161
I am back in Amarillo at my parents' house for Thanksgiving. Hope everyone had a good one. I'm taking advantage of this being a holiday as an excuse not to do any work (I have a tidy stack of books and journal articles in the guest room (that's strange. It's one thing to leave home and go off to college and come home on holidays to your own room with your own stuff, but it's quite a different thing to take all your belongings with you and then stay in your parent's new guest room. Austin feels more like my home now (as I sit in Amarillo) than it has at any point over the last four months of living in Bat City (a nickname for Austin, based on the number of bats that live in the area (there are over 2.5 million bats under the Congress Avenue bridge alone)). I'm really looking forward to going HOME at the end of the weekend, taking the bus through my new city and sleeping in my own bed in my own appartment. It wouldn't be that strange at this point to tell someone that I'm from Austin (unless of course I was speaking in Spanish (in which case you are always FROM the place you were born (soy de (I now have 161 views of my blogger profile (beat that chumps)) Amarillo))). At the same time, I haven't really seen as much of Austin as I would like (grad school keeps one rather busy), and I am looking forward to spending some time at HOME in AUSTIN over the Christmas break. At any rate, I feel much more independent, more... grown I guess. It feels nice.)-- a combination of books by and articles on Philip Roth, Jacques Derrida and Emmanuel Levinas. It's good reading, but it's all I've been reading for a very, very long time. Centuries perhaps.) I know it seems stupid to try working over a holiday break (you probably noticed that that was the last closing parenthesis, if you were paying attention), but I have two twenty-page rough drafts due next week, and I can't afford not to work at least some. Happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Have we lost the plot?
So... I was at Bible study tonight, and come prayer time somebody in the group said that we must pray for "In God We Trust" to stay on our money, as though all good Christians should be praying for that. It bugged me a lot.
It was presented as a need for us to pray about it because it's part of a slippery slope of persecution. I don't want to see Christians in America persecuted, but I do not think that defending In God We Trust on money is a matter of persecution. Also, I think that praying for relief from true persecution is perfectly acceptable, but where do we get off thinking that the Christian life is supposed to be cushy? Some persecution might be part of God's plan for the Christian Church in America in order to strengthen it. Not that all topics of early church prayer made it in the Bible, but the prayers from the early church recorded in the Bible seemed to focus on significantly different matters than where the government allows reference to God, let alone much more significant forms of intolerance/persecution. I hate it when Christians hold the opinion that all good Christians must go along with and pray for whatever stance the political Christian right takes, while failing to pray for so many other things that we should!
In God I do trust, and happy Thanksgiving. Let the fireworks begin.
It was presented as a need for us to pray about it because it's part of a slippery slope of persecution. I don't want to see Christians in America persecuted, but I do not think that defending In God We Trust on money is a matter of persecution. Also, I think that praying for relief from true persecution is perfectly acceptable, but where do we get off thinking that the Christian life is supposed to be cushy? Some persecution might be part of God's plan for the Christian Church in America in order to strengthen it. Not that all topics of early church prayer made it in the Bible, but the prayers from the early church recorded in the Bible seemed to focus on significantly different matters than where the government allows reference to God, let alone much more significant forms of intolerance/persecution. I hate it when Christians hold the opinion that all good Christians must go along with and pray for whatever stance the political Christian right takes, while failing to pray for so many other things that we should!
In God I do trust, and happy Thanksgiving. Let the fireworks begin.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Another Austin Afternoon
I stood facing my appartment from the bus stop across the street. The bus wasn't scheduled to arrive for several more minutes, but I was enjoying the wait. A cold front finally blew through last week, and today has an almost perfect mixture of cool air and sunshine. I looked left to see if the bus was coming-- I could see it a couple of blocks up the street, one more stop and one traffic light away. I looked right and saw a middle-aged man, clean-shaven with a fishing hat and a pair of New Balance shoes, jogging towards the bus stop with a trumpet in his left hand. He stopped under the little shelter, tucked the trumpet under his arm and produced a small bottle of Lord Calvert from his left hip pocket. Unscrewing the white-plastic lid of the half-empty bottle, he made a moments eye contact with me, took a sizable belt and slid the bottle back into his pocket, replacing the lid with one fluid motion. I commented on the weather. "The weather's perfect," he said, sitting down on the bench. "Did you see the sunrise two days ago?" "I saw the end of it, I was waiting here for the bus." I have to be on campus before eight on Thursday mornings. "The clouds were stacked up in layer on layer, and the color was unbelievable!" He went on to describe, quite accurately, how the sunsets this time of year take on a color that isn't quite pink but isn't exactly red: "We don't even have a word to describe what it is, but it's beautiful." All the time he spoke, he fingered the keys of the trumpet absentmindedly. I think his hands were playing wordless colors, silently. Just before the bus pulled up, he put his head down to the trumpet and blew out a couple of smooth Jazz runs. "I love this trumpet; only sixty dollars." He boarded the bus behind me and took a seat near the front. Glancing up to make sure the driver was distracted, he took another quick pull from the bottle, settled back into his seat and fingered out a melody with the trumpet's mouthpiece resting under his chin.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Briar Patch! if you know what I mean
Here's a neat Where's Waldo game with an interesting ending when you find him. (hint: it's not the effeminate look-alike eating cotton candy in the front).
http://www.office-will.com/freewill/w/
http://www.office-will.com/freewill/w/
Friday, October 21, 2005
still hot
The calendar tells me that the season is changing, but the weather around here apparently hasn't got the message. To paraphrase Henry Ford, calendars are bunk. I want to wear sweaters. I want to be cold. I'd settle for not sweating. I will see. In other title-related news, I'm still hot. But the ladies apparently aren't getting the message. To paraphrase Henry Ford, Coye is bunk. Speaking of bunk, I'm interested what kind of odds you guys are giving Bush's new Supreme Court nomination. I kind of want her nomination to fail just so I'll feel like the congress still functions and isn't just a rubber-stamping machine. So, I'm going to suggest an optimistic 60/40 chance that she gets the boot instead of the bench. And speaking of changes, I like the all black layout. Tres chic.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
whew
Sweet action, my CPO box is MINE forever! I think I will somehow integrate this fine piece of American workmanship into the decor of my house.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Dave Update
The first brave leaves outside my window have already begun their pilgrimage toward the soil; they've given up their green without a sound, and slowly they're loosening their native bonds and waiting for that sudden moment of release. It won't be long before all the host of leaves follow in these fading steps-- before the skeletons of bare bark are left standing in the fragrance of this yearly sacrifice.
Fall: my twenty-sixth. I find it's the season with which I resonate most strongly--there's a strange hope about its dance toward death: an silent longing for rebirth--a longing which turns dreadful decay into a beautiful altar of love.
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If you have google earth (pretty much the coolest program out there), and plug in 142 Essex Street, South Hamilton, MA, you'll see the earth tilt and turn and the camera will zoom in toward the northeastern coast of the United States. You'll see Long Island and Cape Cod grow and disappear below view, then northern Boston and Cape Ann, and then you're all inland with streets, clusters of trees, and clearings. When you stop, you're hovered just to the right of Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary's main entrance. The campus is to the North. A small road drifts up past a rectangular pond and splits into a circuit around the "great field" where we play soccer and Ultimate Frisbee. The field is shaped like a thin pear; my apartment is up where the imaginary stem would be. To the west (up on top of the hill), you'll see the administrative and academic buildings.
So that's my little world. Any of you are welcome any time.
This coming week is reading week, so classes are off and we're all trying to catch up on papers and readings and so on. I'm taking four classes: Biblical Hebrew I, Systematic Theology I, Church to the Reformation (History), and The World Mission of the Church (Missions). It's been interesting to go over in the classroom all the material that we've discussed on the blog (things like Tradition and Scripture, Truth and Method, Love and Presence). As you can imagine, the contours of the conversation are quite different here. I hope we're not finished talking about these things; they're important.
That's what goes on up on the hill, down in the apartment the world's a bit different. Andrew's now 14 weeks old. He's talking all the time (though I have no idea what he's saying), and laughing. I love it when he laughs; its one of the most incredible feelings in the world when he's laughing and I'm laughing and we're simply enjoying the beauty of this relationship that God is giving to us.
The major bummer has been that I've been unable to find a part-time job around here. That's been hard. It's like holding your screaming and inconsolable infant: you know that there is a terminus--it will end--but that doesnt exactly make it less horrible.
OK, maybe it's not that bad, but it's not fun not being able to get the work you want.
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As you might imagine, it's taken a few sittings throughout the day to finish this little update. It's dark outside now, humid and warm and dark. Another day has passed, another day will come. My body's tired and achy--my mind is warn and fading--sleep comes soon, and with it: the grace of letting go of my weary mental grip on this massive world.
Fall: my twenty-sixth. I find it's the season with which I resonate most strongly--there's a strange hope about its dance toward death: an silent longing for rebirth--a longing which turns dreadful decay into a beautiful altar of love.
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If you have google earth (pretty much the coolest program out there), and plug in 142 Essex Street, South Hamilton, MA, you'll see the earth tilt and turn and the camera will zoom in toward the northeastern coast of the United States. You'll see Long Island and Cape Cod grow and disappear below view, then northern Boston and Cape Ann, and then you're all inland with streets, clusters of trees, and clearings. When you stop, you're hovered just to the right of Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary's main entrance. The campus is to the North. A small road drifts up past a rectangular pond and splits into a circuit around the "great field" where we play soccer and Ultimate Frisbee. The field is shaped like a thin pear; my apartment is up where the imaginary stem would be. To the west (up on top of the hill), you'll see the administrative and academic buildings.
So that's my little world. Any of you are welcome any time.
This coming week is reading week, so classes are off and we're all trying to catch up on papers and readings and so on. I'm taking four classes: Biblical Hebrew I, Systematic Theology I, Church to the Reformation (History), and The World Mission of the Church (Missions). It's been interesting to go over in the classroom all the material that we've discussed on the blog (things like Tradition and Scripture, Truth and Method, Love and Presence). As you can imagine, the contours of the conversation are quite different here. I hope we're not finished talking about these things; they're important.
That's what goes on up on the hill, down in the apartment the world's a bit different. Andrew's now 14 weeks old. He's talking all the time (though I have no idea what he's saying), and laughing. I love it when he laughs; its one of the most incredible feelings in the world when he's laughing and I'm laughing and we're simply enjoying the beauty of this relationship that God is giving to us.
The major bummer has been that I've been unable to find a part-time job around here. That's been hard. It's like holding your screaming and inconsolable infant: you know that there is a terminus--it will end--but that doesnt exactly make it less horrible.
OK, maybe it's not that bad, but it's not fun not being able to get the work you want.
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As you might imagine, it's taken a few sittings throughout the day to finish this little update. It's dark outside now, humid and warm and dark. Another day has passed, another day will come. My body's tired and achy--my mind is warn and fading--sleep comes soon, and with it: the grace of letting go of my weary mental grip on this massive world.
Friday, September 30, 2005
The Law and the Body
I remember the Logemonster bringing up some issues about governmental control of the body-- particularly the force of the law over particular bodies. (I think it might have been during the Schaivo power grab.) Anyways, I saw this news piece today on the AP news-wire, and I thought I would see if anyone has comments or ideas about this sort of invasiveness. I'm not entirely comfortable with the ruling myself, but I'm not sure whether or not to blatantly condemn it. Let's just say that it makes me anxious...
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
NPR: Music from Iraq
Fellas,
I heard a story on NPR la otra dia about an army reservist who is a jazz musician back in the world but who continues to compose music while in Iraq. He composes electronically-- not unlike 611 studios-- and posts his music on the internet-- not unlike 611 online. I thought that this would be particularly interesting to a lot of us here (especially Dave, Steve and Aeijtzsche), so I'm puting up a link. You have to love "All Things Considered."
I heard a story on NPR la otra dia about an army reservist who is a jazz musician back in the world but who continues to compose music while in Iraq. He composes electronically-- not unlike 611 studios-- and posts his music on the internet-- not unlike 611 online. I thought that this would be particularly interesting to a lot of us here (especially Dave, Steve and Aeijtzsche), so I'm puting up a link. You have to love "All Things Considered."
Monday, September 19, 2005
Lifestyle changes for Jon
Hello guys, in the last month I've made some pretty radical changes (for me) in my life and am finally here to give everyone an update.
But first I'd like to say a huge thank you to Strauss, Dave DeGroot, Brett, Liz, and Carrie for giving me places to stay during my vacation in August and for spending time visiting with me. It was an awesome trip and very relaxing. It felt great to see such good and dear friends again. Hopefully it won't be another three years until I can see you guys again. And now the update....
As we went into September and right before my vacation I turned in my notice to McDonald's. While the job certainly filled a need for me in the past it had become a great source of trouble for me in the past six months or so. It was almost impossible for me find ways to keep advancing myself musically except for the odd lesson or so because I had to schedule everything at least a month in advance. I was also almost never able to attend church because there were only three of us salaried managers to cover all the shifts in a week. And I had zero time to unwind with friends and family whom I was seeing about once every two weeks or so. Add to this an ever growing sense of frustration and depression and this job had to go.
I'm now doing several things part-time to earn money. On Monday through Wednesday I'm teaching piano lessons and accompanying a few singers at East Central College. I only have a very few students or singers right now though so it's not as much money as it will hopefully become. And for the other part-time job I'm now a bartender at a local restaurant called the Pasta House Company. It's been a lot of fun lately and once I learned the different alchohols and drink recipes it got a lot easier and while I'm not the best bartender they've got I definitely not the worst either.
Since I can no pretty much set my own schedule I auditioned for a select choir in St. Louis and made it in. They're called the Bach Society Chorus. You can check them out at www.bachsociety.org if you want. It's really been a great choir to be a part of everyone in it is such a high caliber singer that it's really a joy to be in rehearsals with them. And almost everyone in the choir is a Christian and most of the pieces that we perform and sacred in nature. Almost all of our concerts are performed in the great cathedrals and churches in St. Louis. All in all it's going to be a blast I think. Hopefully if I'm a member again next year I can actually earn one of the paid positions but we'll see.
I'm also able to take lessons right now from two really great teachers, Dr. Leon Burke and Jim Uselman. They are both really great guys and I feel blessed to have them both as mentors and teachers. Which I've been sorely lacking for the last few years. I think that under their tutelage I'll be able to grow both as a musician and as a person.
I'm going to go now but I'd like to leave a note of encouragement for anyone who might need it. If circumstances in your life are making you feel miserable and depressed, whether they are from a job or whatever the cause. Don't be afraid to change your life. It can be pretty scary to leave the safety of the known for the uncertainty of new things. But if you don't make the changes you need to, then the only thing you can be certain of is that no one else will do it for you. Think hard, pray hard, and then act. You'll be much happier in the long run if you listen to your heart and what God is telling you. Bye guys I'll talk to you all later.
But first I'd like to say a huge thank you to Strauss, Dave DeGroot, Brett, Liz, and Carrie for giving me places to stay during my vacation in August and for spending time visiting with me. It was an awesome trip and very relaxing. It felt great to see such good and dear friends again. Hopefully it won't be another three years until I can see you guys again. And now the update....
As we went into September and right before my vacation I turned in my notice to McDonald's. While the job certainly filled a need for me in the past it had become a great source of trouble for me in the past six months or so. It was almost impossible for me find ways to keep advancing myself musically except for the odd lesson or so because I had to schedule everything at least a month in advance. I was also almost never able to attend church because there were only three of us salaried managers to cover all the shifts in a week. And I had zero time to unwind with friends and family whom I was seeing about once every two weeks or so. Add to this an ever growing sense of frustration and depression and this job had to go.
I'm now doing several things part-time to earn money. On Monday through Wednesday I'm teaching piano lessons and accompanying a few singers at East Central College. I only have a very few students or singers right now though so it's not as much money as it will hopefully become. And for the other part-time job I'm now a bartender at a local restaurant called the Pasta House Company. It's been a lot of fun lately and once I learned the different alchohols and drink recipes it got a lot easier and while I'm not the best bartender they've got I definitely not the worst either.
Since I can no pretty much set my own schedule I auditioned for a select choir in St. Louis and made it in. They're called the Bach Society Chorus. You can check them out at www.bachsociety.org if you want. It's really been a great choir to be a part of everyone in it is such a high caliber singer that it's really a joy to be in rehearsals with them. And almost everyone in the choir is a Christian and most of the pieces that we perform and sacred in nature. Almost all of our concerts are performed in the great cathedrals and churches in St. Louis. All in all it's going to be a blast I think. Hopefully if I'm a member again next year I can actually earn one of the paid positions but we'll see.
I'm also able to take lessons right now from two really great teachers, Dr. Leon Burke and Jim Uselman. They are both really great guys and I feel blessed to have them both as mentors and teachers. Which I've been sorely lacking for the last few years. I think that under their tutelage I'll be able to grow both as a musician and as a person.
I'm going to go now but I'd like to leave a note of encouragement for anyone who might need it. If circumstances in your life are making you feel miserable and depressed, whether they are from a job or whatever the cause. Don't be afraid to change your life. It can be pretty scary to leave the safety of the known for the uncertainty of new things. But if you don't make the changes you need to, then the only thing you can be certain of is that no one else will do it for you. Think hard, pray hard, and then act. You'll be much happier in the long run if you listen to your heart and what God is telling you. Bye guys I'll talk to you all later.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
The Struggle to Find Us
I decided to see how hard it is to find our site using the new google blogsearch.
It couldn't find us using Traber 6 or Traber6.
It couldn't find us in a search for TEFKAMS.
It couldn't find us in a search for Traber Wheaton either (but it did provide some mildly interesting results).
Nor could it find us in a search for Strauss Greenspan or Glubby Jones.
I did find us when I searched for Dusty Marlett.
Dusty rollin' in the dough
16 Jul 2005 by Stephen
Dusty, what happened to your site?? http://www.marlett.net/ Did you sell the
domain name for the big bucks?? "This site is currently under contruction If you
are looking for Dusty's personal site, it has moved to a folder inside of this ...
611 Online! - http://traber6updates.blogspot.com
I also found us when I typed in 611 online.
611 Online! - Welcome friend! Consider this your online Steve-and-Adam's room! Traber 611 Online! So kick back, grab your favorite SAGA-esque snack,...
Personally, I don't see what the big deal is. I'm not ashamed by our site. Plus, our site is stinking hard to find even with blogsearch unless you know to type in 611 online, or you have a fascination with Dusty. If we really feel that this situation needs to be remedied, the easy solution is to expel Dusty from the blog and wipe out all 611 online records of his existence. I don't see wordpress as necessary.
For Dusty: John 15:13*
* Disclaimer: Expulsion of Dusty is a tongue in cheek suggestion that I do not feel should be carried out yet.
It couldn't find us using Traber 6 or Traber6.
It couldn't find us in a search for TEFKAMS.
It couldn't find us in a search for Traber Wheaton either (but it did provide some mildly interesting results).
Nor could it find us in a search for Strauss Greenspan or Glubby Jones.
I did find us when I searched for Dusty Marlett.
Dusty rollin' in the dough
16 Jul 2005 by Stephen
Dusty, what happened to your site?? http://www.marlett.net/ Did you sell the
domain name for the big bucks?? "This site is currently under contruction If you
are looking for Dusty's personal site, it has moved to a folder inside of this ...
611 Online! - http://traber6updates.blogspot.com
I also found us when I typed in 611 online.
611 Online! - Welcome friend! Consider this your online Steve-and-Adam's room! Traber 611 Online! So kick back, grab your favorite SAGA-esque snack,...
Personally, I don't see what the big deal is. I'm not ashamed by our site. Plus, our site is stinking hard to find even with blogsearch unless you know to type in 611 online, or you have a fascination with Dusty. If we really feel that this situation needs to be remedied, the easy solution is to expel Dusty from the blog and wipe out all 611 online records of his existence. I don't see wordpress as necessary.
For Dusty: John 15:13*
* Disclaimer: Expulsion of Dusty is a tongue in cheek suggestion that I do not feel should be carried out yet.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Tabla
Steve and I went to an new Indian restaurant in our area tonight. We were the only ones there for most of the time, so we started talking to the (Japanese) owner and asked him if he had any cool Indian music to play on his CD player there. He played a 'tabla' drum CD and the reason I'm telling you this is 1)Steve made me, because I never post to the blog and 2)I'd like to know what other intellectual-friendly tear-inducing brooding and esoteric music you guys know about and I don't...said music retaining intricate chord structures and penetrating and voice-shatteringly high melodies and at the same time remaining radio-friendly.
If that's not clear, just tell me and the rest of us some music worth listening to that we don't know about. (And for me, remember, I really know nothing.)
If that's not clear, just tell me and the rest of us some music worth listening to that we don't know about. (And for me, remember, I really know nothing.)
Thursday, September 15, 2005
I Have Seen the Future...
Alas, fair friends, it is true. For those of you, like Dusty, who have been fearing this for some time, I bring to you grave tidings of a new and insidious search engine, developed by Google, to infiltrate our fair blogosphere. I can bearly bring myself to speak its name... blogsearch. Oh, the humanity!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Adam's Road Trip
Adam, I expect you to fill this post or a new one with an personal update if you ever get some down time while in Wheaton. I hope you got there safely.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Coye
Coye, I will be in Austin this weekend! Just think, we will be in the same great city at the same time! Do you ever cruise down 6th street?
H
H, How is Meyers coming along? Still working there? I know I probably spelled Meyer wrong, and I sure have no motivation to attempt the proper spelling of your name, but oh well.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Look at what's hot!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8939242/site/newsweek/page/3/
HOTTEST CHRISTIAN COLLEGE Wheaton College, Wheaton, Ill. This is not a Bible college, Wheaton officials say. Bible colleges mostly train ministers. Wheaton, with 2,400 students, instead is a place committed to evangelical Protestant Christian faith, as part of the education of students going on to hundreds of different vocations. "We all have one thing in common: our love and our devotion to Jesus Christ," says junior Erin Tanana. The school is known for strong academics and its honor code. Alumni range from evangelist Billy Graham, '43, to Michael Gerson, '86, a former speechwriter for President George W. Bush.
HOTTEST CHRISTIAN COLLEGE Wheaton College, Wheaton, Ill. This is not a Bible college, Wheaton officials say. Bible colleges mostly train ministers. Wheaton, with 2,400 students, instead is a place committed to evangelical Protestant Christian faith, as part of the education of students going on to hundreds of different vocations. "We all have one thing in common: our love and our devotion to Jesus Christ," says junior Erin Tanana. The school is known for strong academics and its honor code. Alumni range from evangelist Billy Graham, '43, to Michael Gerson, '86, a former speechwriter for President George W. Bush.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
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