Sunday, May 29, 2005

Deep Fried Oreos

Phil and Sarah Laeger are in the city this weekend and we headed down to Little Italy and SoHo yesterday afternoon. No sooner had we come up out of the subway when we realized that a street festival was going on on Mulberry. Apparently it was the Feast of Saint Anthony because a small, but loud parade went by us and indicated as much. But that's neither here nor there. What is significant is that right at the front of the street fair was a zeppoli booth that also had one of the most delectable treats I've ever experienced--the deep fried oreo. It's really hard to describe what it tastes like when you take a cookie that's cream filled drop it in dough and then drop that in a fry-o-later and then hit it with some powdered sugar. Wow! There really is nothing richer or sweeter or probably worse for you. But they taste absolutely incredible.

Phil and Sarah had not heard of, let alone experienced deep fried oreo bliss so we all enjoyed packing on some pounds with some cholesterol packed goodness.

SoHo was incredibly crowded as it's a holiday weekend. But we were able to go to Phil's church, otherwise known as Station A, the SoHo apple store.

It's just the craziest clean white techno store. Employees wear shuffles around their necks. There is a "genius bar" where fashionably dressed and coiffed apple employees answer your questions. There's a full-on theater style interactive classroom. The line to purchase was incredibly long. We would have stayed longer, but Phil was drooling all over all the shiny white and silver apple stuff. It was kind of embarassing really.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

A New York Minute

One of the things I'll miss about New York is the fact that you simply never know what you're going to see every time you step out the door. We caught this shot when we were out walking on 2nd Ave last week. Posted by Hello

Monday, May 23, 2005

Perfection of a Newborn

Psalm 139
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

We went to see the very newborn daughter of our good friends, Eliza Russell-Pritchard, last week. Joe and Christine went in Wednesday morning for a routine visit at 9:30 and Eliza was born by 4pm that day, with a total of 30 minutes of pushing from Christine. It was not reported whether Joe did any pushing at all. Eliza's a peanut at 5lbs 6.5oz, but she is absolutely perfect. It is amazing to me to view the debut of God's greatest miracle--life and in such a pure form. There is nothing more life-affirming or, I think, God-affirming than the birth of a perfect little child. A blessing and a promise and a miracle and an awe-inspiring challenge all bundled in those ubiquitous pink and aqua striped hospital blankets. Perfect.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Regional Cool

Just finished reading Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. An amazing book that I listed in my current reading panel. I didn't agree with it all, but I enjoyed it and couldn't wait to get to the next chapter. I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats. (What's NOT better than Cats?) I plan to move on soon to Miller's pastor Rick McKinley's book, Jesus in the Margins. I really don't know much about either of these guys (Blue is sort of an autobiography), but I don't feel like I need to know much more than the fact that they are from the Pacific Northwest, specifically Portland, OR. There's just something incredibly cool about people from that region. I guess it's my new "If-only-I-lived-there-I-might-be-a-rock-star-too" locale, which led me to a question. Am I the only one that does this, makes snap decisions that everyone who comes from/lives in a certain region of the world is automatically cool (Pac NW or Northern Ireland)? or maybe even automatically uncool (Idaho)?

I know that there are some people looking in on this blog from time to time from places close to and far from where I live. So I want to know what are your regional cool areas? What hometown predisposes people to coolness in your book?

Thursday, May 12, 2005

The Flaming Pumice Stone of Pentecost

Emergent Kiwi lit a stone on fire and had a disco ball in church for his Pentecost evening service. Why can't I find churches like this to go to? Incredible visual of the tongues of fire experience and a very interesting teachable moment.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Confessions of an Addict - A cry for help

So a funny thing has happened to me recently. I used to be a 12-cup-a-year coffee drinker. Over the past few months, I now find myself sharing the experience of so many people I know, not feeling fully awake until I drink a cup of coffee in the morning. What's worse, I don't really like home-brewed coffee without that horrible Coffeemate French Vanilla "cream." It's probably eating my insides out right now as I blog. My body is most likely operating with only one kidney right now and who knows about my spleen? You know that's going to be one of those 11 o'clock news teasers pretty soon: The artificially flavored cream substitute you're using in your coffee could be killing you, details at 11.

So I feel like I need to quit. Cold turkey. Since they haven't come out with Javaderm, the simple patch you stick on your arm to kill your cravings, I feel this is the only way to go. And I'm going to quit. But not today. I'm feeling a little sluggish.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Back to Beantown

Just a quick post to say that our plans have crystallized at least a little bit. We are headed back to Boston. Jen will work with camp again in a seasonal/part-time setup and I will be doing lay leadership & discipleship development for the division.

More details later.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Getting Quiet

Maggi Dawn has a great post on listening. It speaks of that age-old problem and one that Jen and I are very much faced with right now. How do you get quiet and listen for what God wants to say? People who ask this question are asking it because they're finding it difficult to do and we certainly are right now. I find that I try to get quiet and other things creep in to my mind or I fall asleep or the phone rings...

I feel like it's what I need the most--just to listen and yet I find it impossible. A good friend of mine would probably tell me in this situation: "Don't strive, just wait on the Lord." I wish I could.

Any suggestions on how to get quiet would be greatly welcome.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Combover The Movie Haven't seen it, but could it possibly fail based on this excellent trailer? Stay for the end. It's worth it.

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Checking out some new duds at Old Navy, while sporting the fabulous Geneva School uniform. Posted by Hello

Train up a child in the way that she should go and when she is old, she will not depart from it Posted by Hello