kitten cannon
Some of you may be wondering, what is this rancid display before me? Others of you are in awe at the essentially unfathomable number before the two letters “ft.” Regardless of what you’re thinking, I felt it was high time for an update to this blog, and seeing that I haven’t any new pictures worth posting, I thought I’d let you all know that I broke 2,000 ft in my favorite game, Kitten Cannon.
Sorry for the weak post… I’ll bring the bar back up next time. Promise.
God - master painter
When I arrived at Living Hope it was it’s normal self of a church. When I left 8 hours later it was a shelter for about 100 hurricane Rita evacuees. And the whole time God knew he was going to treat us to this when it was time for the sun to go down. Praise His name!
rewind
I want to start this post off by letting you guys know how excited I am about this hurricane Rita, for all the fun times that I’ll have and the good post(s) that will surely come from it.
That said, I’d like to offer this filler of a post, a tweener if you will, until ol’ Rita rears her ugly face. This is a picture that my boy Jamz took while we were in China. This is at a park, and these wonderful ladies were spotted off in a distance, performing their flag dance for those who cared to watch. I remembered from reading on Joshua Langston’s blog that you can do things that seem taboo in China and get away with it, so I immediately went over to the dancers, made friends via hand signals and my extremely limited Chinese (I had been in the country 3 days at this point), and about 90 seconds later my new friends were teaching me their dance. Once I joined the dance team, I feel like the crowd of onlookers grew significantly in size. I’d like to think this was caused by my good looks and amazing dance skills, but I’m pretty sure it was just because everyone in China thought I was David Beckham. Oh well, I’ll take that.
the bike crash heard round the world
Well today was the day that the camel’s back was broken by the proverbial straw. Over the past few months, years even, I’ve had a growing disdain for people who ride their bikes on campus here at A&M, but who have no business riding a bike at all, anywhere. You see, A&M’s campus is a very busy, congested, high-traffic place, even without a single bike rider. Add to the mix those riders who are competent, and you have a high-traffic place where order is still maintained, save a few pedestrians who forget how to walk when they see an oncoming, experienced rider who will certainly avoid them if they’ll simply stay the course.
But madness ensues when those riders unworthy of bringing their bike to school, bring their bikes to school. It is an injustice that must be stopped. Why today D.O.? What happened? What was the straw that broke the two humped animals spine? I’ll explain, as briefly as I possibly can.
I was riding home from class, and as I approached the breezeway of the MSC (arguably the busiest location on campus), I spotted two of my friends standing and talking, and I immediately made up my mind to stop and visit. Behind my friends, in the distance, I saw a girl riding her bike towards me and carrying a enormous notepad straight up in the air, which she seemed to be using as a sail. I thought that foolish of her, but my desire to visit with my friends exceeded (as it always does) my desire to think bad thoughts about strangers. Approximately 8 feet prior to reaching my pending conversation with peers, homegirl on the sail bike smashes into the right side of my bike, at about a 45 degree angle, and I fear neither hands on the brakes. The outcome: neither human was injured, other than a loss of pride from both parties (which is never bad), and the Ironhorse suffered the two injuries pictured in this post.
they came by the thousands
Fightin’ Texas Aggie Band
I personally thought the dramatic size difference between the two was one of the best parts of the football game this past weekend. My favorite part of all, however, was the fact that we were in the back of the second deck, therefore in the shade, praise God.
Every time I watch or go to a sporting event (namely Aggie football games) I’m blown away by the countless number of people who dedicate a ridiculous number of hours watching, researching, criticizing, and just freaking out about whichever team may be on the screen (or field) at the time.
I also think about a documentary I saw on a city in Columbia, South America that God has really just gotten a hold of, a city where revival has literally broken out across the land. I watched the people gather by the thousands to the local sports arena for an overnight prayer meeting. There were hundreds of people outside the arena that couldn’t get in for lack of space. Are you kidding me? I can’t think of many Christians in the States that would (a) do anything relating to Jesus for an entire night when they have work the next day, (b) go to a 8 hour long prayer meeting, or (c) show up to a 1 hour prayer meeting…
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think liking sports is a sin, but I think we ought to make sure we like Jesus significantly more than we like sports, or any other thing that isn’t our Savior. Sorry for the serious post… it was bound to happen.
a trip to the museum
Lauren Rouse (pictured above with a very significant American flag) was required, as a part of one of her classes, to visit two museums in the world. To the best of my knowledge, they could have been any two museums that exist. One of her choices, and clearly the best one given that we go to school at Texas A&M, was the George Bush Library and Museum. I was so blessed as to find out about her expected visit to the museum, and I took the liberty of inviting myself. Both Lauren and I were pleased far beyond our wildest dreams or expectations with the museums layout and content, and it even has stuff for the kiddos. I recommend that any student at A&M visit said museum, for with admission for students being free… why on the planet wouldn’t you?
And let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to take the wonderful opportunity to take a picture with former prez and first lady Bush? Merry Christmas!
sting pong
The welts on Jon’s back wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for the wonderful game of sting pong. Play ping pong, first person to five gets to hit the ball at their opponents bare back the number of points said opponent was short of five. For example, if I scored 5, but Jon scored 3, then I get two attempts to hit him (note: that was certainly a fictitious example, and none of those welts are from a ball that came from my paddle). In case the picture I’m describing isn’t on this post… well, I’m working on it.
On a different note, I turned a thing on where you have to type in a code when posting, so as to eliminate spam (see previous post’s comments). I hope this doesn’t discourage anyone from posting. Post away friends.
double the pleasure, double the fun
I was torn as to which picture to post tonight, so you three viewers of the blog get a bonus picture. This first picture may seem harmless at first, but it is quite the opposite. Well, I mean, the photo is still harmless, but much harm is taking place in the photo. You see, this tree that was cut down literally seconds before the shutter opened (I was too slow getting my camera out), is no ordinary tree. This tree was one of the appx. 10 trees that A&M has on West Campus. I guess they thought it necessary to significantly decrease the amount of trees on the other side of the railroad tracks (percentage-wise). It goes without saying that I was appalled.
Thursday night marked my second night to do interviews for BCA in the Kyle Field press box. This time, however, I was on the opposite side of the interviewing system, and I was conducting the discussion while the countless potential pledges answered with, well, all they had. After three hours of interviews, a few of us actives snuck (sneak, past tense) up to the roof of said press box, where this picture was taken. Don’t tell the local law enforcement (I’ve found this site to be a safe place, even though the entire world has access to it, very few take advantage of such a wonderful opportunity). Alright kids. I love y’all, and until next time, lata.
you could be here
Seeing that the Extreme is not your typical college boys house, it stands to reason that the Extreme’s living room is far from the status quo. Say all that to say, a picture is worth [at least] a thousand words, and the picture displayed above says, among other things, than conversations need to be had by humans sitting on these furniture pieces. That is why this area of the living room / music room has been deemed the Circle of Conversation. Now for the awesome part: you and those with whom you associate need to come over and discuss the greater questions of life with the Extreme boys. If none of them are present, you should still stay and talk, discuss, and other synonyms that describe verbal communication.
the kasbah was rocked
As happens every fall, college students around the nation head back to their respective college towns/ cities for a new semester. We here on Luther street thought this an appropriate occasion to invite a few friends over to hang out. Well one thing led to another and the Back to School Dance Party happened this past Saturday night. This picture gives you a decent idea as to how many humans were there. We decided that at any given moment there were 300 people on the property (inside and out) and that the grand total of people coming and going was around 500. The second biggest party that the police officer who shut us down had ever seen in the Brazos Valley. Yes, that’s right, the police came and tried to give us a noise violation (praise God we only got a warning), and abruptly ended the festivities. Thanks to all who came out, and thanks to the two people who read this blog.
In other news, if you were curious as to what my strengths were from the book I posted about below, they are as follows (and I think in this order): Developer, Adaptability, Belief, Positivity, and Woo.