2.27.2008

Larry Norman


1947-2008

"I feel like a prize in a box of Cracker Jacks with God's hand reaching down to pick me up, I have been under medical care for months. My wounds are getting bigger. I have trouble breathing. I am ready to fly home."

2.24.2008

Breathing room

Basketball season has pretty much wrapped up.

I will find out tomorrow how our senior teams did at the Okanagan championships and whether their season will continue for a couple more weeks. I know the girls won their first game, opening up the possibility of a top three finish and a trip to the provincial tournament in Osoyoos in a couple weeks. The boys lost their first game and would have to win their next two for any chance at a spot.

The junior teams are both done, the girls didn't make the playoffs, but played well for being a small team of grade 9s against much larger grade 10s. The boys played well enough to finish second in the city championships but lost a challenge match to South Kamloops Secondary, a much larger school.

The grade 8 teams have their playoffs this week.

Most importantly, I am not hosting any more tournaments! That is a good thing.

I have spent much of my blog time mixing it up with an 'agnostic atheist' who has started blogging at theframeproblem[dot]wordpress.com.

There is a concerted effort under way to show Christianity to be irrational at best and delusional, dangerous and a mental illness at worst.

I disagree.

It seems that the author of this particular blog (which has disappeared tonight) takes his cues and follows pretty much lock-step with guys like Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins and the like.

Needless to say, my opinions and comments on the blog were in a significant minority...but it was fun.

Hopefully I will have a little more chance to share about it here.

2.14.2008

jazz



sharing
life
together


was it your
eyes


is it your
laugh

わかりません
je ne sais quoi

mystery
keeps things
interesting

ephemeral
like the moments
we share
here and
gone

but never forgotten
and we are
better

we
are like
jazz

piano and sax
one