"Shattered"

Why did they snap like that? It's just a little thing--why did they blow up?

I've wondered that many times--occasionally about myself. From what I've seen and heard from those around me, it's never just that incident, but everything that leads up to it. What follows is a conglomeration of thoughts, experiences, and moments, weaved into an ( Read more... )

"You Are You"

Musical soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKf0DgpDYh4

Who are you?

Faced with that question, what is your first reaction? How do you define yourself? It seems so easy at times: I could probably rattle off a quick description of myself in less than a minute. It would probably include things like, "I'm really just a normal guy." ( Read more... )

"Final Bow"

Move to center, join arms, stride forward...brandish the handkerchief, bow together, exit stage right.

Just like we've rehearsed. Just like we did each of the past four shows.

Just like that, an era was over.

*****

In 1989, the powers-that-be at our church decided to put on a Christmas musical, borrowed from a company in Minnesota. "The ( Read more... )

Answering the question, "Who are you?" is far more complicated than just spelling out your name, age, hometown, current residence, status, race, gender, and orientation. (I can do that in one line, though: Mike, 25, born in San Francisco, living in Seattle, SWM, straight.)

To really answer the question is to provide insight into the soul. The ( Read more... )

Discuss. 

Following in the footsteps of several Scrabble-playing LJers, I've decided to create a separate account for my Scrabble exploits. That way, the non-Scrabblers here can avoid those boring Scrabble items, while everyone else can avoid the boring life stuff. :)

So:

--Those of you interested only in my personal life (which I will blog about more, I ( Read more... )

Let's get the important stuff out of the way first: The people and the experiences were, as always, the most enjoyable part of the trip for me. A few quotes to summarize, although they don't do it all justice.

#1: (Saturday morning, walking to the tourney site with

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If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, ( Read more... )

I don't believe I mentioned it here, but I headed down to Portland this weekend to play in their annual Labor Day tournament for the first time. The long story will come later, but the short story is:

7-13, -554, 22nd/24.

I haven't been this frustrated with this game--or more specifically, my ability to play it--in a long time. (Yes, my ability, not ( Read more... )