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Jun. 3rd, 2009


You could set your watch by it

Grumpy mood, annoyed with everyone and the weather, and guess who's at the lunch counter?

Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

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Apr. 7th, 2009


Stand down from DEFCON 1

The crisis has passed. For now.

Mar. 16th, 2009


Go away, Mayor. Go away.

Just when you think we've run out of ways to make government worse…

Mar. 12th, 2009


Rules of engagement (this is so not about Dan Savage)

This is a sign of how badly my week is going.

Not really, but how could I resist a nugget like that one? That said, the week has been a bit of a struggle, mostly internally. There's the ongoing problem of never having enough time (which isn't really a statement on time, as I have just as much as everyone else, but rather an outworking of my constant rebellion against being limited). And in relationships, I feel like it's tougher and tougher for me to understand others.

This is especially evident when people act (or don't act) in ways they know affect me, but don't seem to really engage me in explaining what happened and why. My desire in that missing engagement isn't (I hope) to have others justify themselves to me—often we can't, and that's how things work in relationships—but to be treated as worthy of that explanation and dialogue. It's tough relational work that takes digging, vulnerability, and trust. It communicates value to me, and it's better when offered than when pursued. I certainly don't expect it across the board, but when it feels absent in closer relationships, I have a hard time.

The feeling gets overblown in my head, though, and colors lots of things it shouldn't, which is why it's so important to have the regular check of engaging with others and talking about it. Though I do want to have some kind of gravity in the lives of those close to me, the world doesn't revolve around me. It's just a tiring thing to chase, and it's such a gift when it's given.

Oct. 13th, 2008


An appropriate lunchtime guest

Rough start today—miscommunications and general Monday edginess devoured most of my morning, and when I could get back on task, my concentration was foggy enough to multiply how long even simple things took.

The way things were going, the sight of the man in the hat at lunch did not surprise me (it's happened before):
My lunch buddy
Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

(Note to self: make other lunch plans for tomorrow.)

May. 12th, 2008


What's worse than a case of the Mondays?

The day felt bad from the beginning—tired, irritable, unfocused, the whole lot. Couldn't put my finger on just what was wrong; it was as if the whole day was under some looming darkness. The nature of the day's curse became clear when I looked across the restaurant to see…

Dan Savage.

Mondays are difficult enough as it is. Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

Dec. 4th, 2007


Just when I thought it was safe to go to lunch…

Dan Savage shows up at one of my favorite haunts. Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

Sep. 26th, 2006


Near misses

Jordan and I were meeting for coffee this morning, so when I arrived at Vita, I went upstairs to look for him. A quick look around revealed not Jordan, but...Dan Savage.

Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

(Jordan and I met up at the office a few minutes later, none the worse for wear.)

In other news, it turns out that, 26 years ago, someone saved the world by breaking protocol. Whew.

May. 25th, 2006



When I crossed paths again with Dan Savage on the way to the office, I knew there would be trouble.

A scant block later, I learned what the trouble was upon reaching into my pockets and failing to produce keys—a discovery which, most likely, meant they were still hanging from the lock of my door at home. Which meant taking the #2 bus downtown, then catching the 26 home. The latter bus had, of course, left five minutes prior to my arrival, so I substituted the 16 and walked the difference (a decision which proved to be futile as I watched the 26 pull up to my doorstep at least thirty seconds before I reached it myself). And there they hung, in all their dangling, neglected glory, waiting for me to travel across the city to retrieve them. After that, it was another 26 downtown, then another 2 to the office. And there went my morning, up in a puff of unproductive smoke.

Of course, I blame Dan Savage. Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

Dec. 8th, 2004


When my days are busy and my head is stuffy, I need notes to write an entry

Dan Savage was following me again last night, this time lurking at a table behind me in Vivace before Community Group. Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.

Just ordered a refurbished iBook to replace my ailing PowerBook (whose screen flicker has made it almost unviewable). Now that God has provided an incredible new iMac at the office, my laptop can be smaller and doesn't need to be that powerful. Going with a generation-old refurb saved me $300, and if all goes well I'll have it before heading off to Iowa for Christmas. In the absence of another travelling companion, it'll do.

Realized last night that I've fallen into the habit of praying about things I don't care about much and not praying about things for which I care deeply. Seems like something that would be readily apparent, but since I always have a supply of "safe" things to pray about, I just slid into this pattern and have been keeping my heart at a distance from God. I don't want Him to disappoint me.

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