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I still listen to The Postal Service. I really do. I mean, regularly.
Some indie snob from Pitchfork Media said it had a "dramedy about quarter-life crisis sensation." First of all, I'm sure he (at the ripe old age of 25, maybe 30) should know for a fact that quarter-life crisis--the time when one typically starts discovering the world's realities--is real. And second, he's probably just bitter that his Krautfolk project didn't make it off the ground. Trite heiffer.
He did say that "We Will Become Silhouettes" could be featured on the sountrack for 56 Days Later. That was pretty good.
In other news, I'm now one of your trusted coordinators here at Jesus People USA. Yes, that's right, I'm coordinating. "What, pray tell, is coordinating?" you may ask. Well, my trusted reader, I haven't a clue. I ask myself that question every day, and that is exactly what one must do to keep his mind in such a position. One who thinks he's found an exact job description is only partially getting the point. Routine is job failure, I suppose.
Thinking that life has a formula has been a large contributor to my discontent with life. No matter what I rationalized, some things paid off and some things didn't. Deeds paying off and not paying off, I believe, can land at any given point on the positive-negative scale. Regardless, the Good Lord makes use of positive and negative; He's comforting that way.
One thing that always pays off is contentment. I never really thought of it as an ecstatic feeling, but it is; it truly is. One who is in such a state finds himself fascinated with the reality that surrounds him. He sees the richness of humantiy as a blessing from God and the impoverished soul as room for the Lord's work to be done. But because of the impoverished nature of humanity, the redeemed still slips in and out of this state of wonder.
I wonder what happened to that drunk kid who threw my iPod in the toilet.
I could rant for hours. Life is pretty colorful these days.
Your Fascinated Friend Who Loves You,
Jonni Greth
P.S. Glenn Kaiser asked me to lead worship with him and his daughter next Sunday. This should be amazing.
Some indie snob from Pitchfork Media said it had a "dramedy about quarter-life crisis sensation." First of all, I'm sure he (at the ripe old age of 25, maybe 30) should know for a fact that quarter-life crisis--the time when one typically starts discovering the world's realities--is real. And second, he's probably just bitter that his Krautfolk project didn't make it off the ground. Trite heiffer.
He did say that "We Will Become Silhouettes" could be featured on the sountrack for 56 Days Later. That was pretty good.
In other news, I'm now one of your trusted coordinators here at Jesus People USA. Yes, that's right, I'm coordinating. "What, pray tell, is coordinating?" you may ask. Well, my trusted reader, I haven't a clue. I ask myself that question every day, and that is exactly what one must do to keep his mind in such a position. One who thinks he's found an exact job description is only partially getting the point. Routine is job failure, I suppose.
Thinking that life has a formula has been a large contributor to my discontent with life. No matter what I rationalized, some things paid off and some things didn't. Deeds paying off and not paying off, I believe, can land at any given point on the positive-negative scale. Regardless, the Good Lord makes use of positive and negative; He's comforting that way.
One thing that always pays off is contentment. I never really thought of it as an ecstatic feeling, but it is; it truly is. One who is in such a state finds himself fascinated with the reality that surrounds him. He sees the richness of humantiy as a blessing from God and the impoverished soul as room for the Lord's work to be done. But because of the impoverished nature of humanity, the redeemed still slips in and out of this state of wonder.
I wonder what happened to that drunk kid who threw my iPod in the toilet.
I could rant for hours. Life is pretty colorful these days.
Your Fascinated Friend Who Loves You,
Jonni Greth
P.S. Glenn Kaiser asked me to lead worship with him and his daughter next Sunday. This should be amazing.