bread and circus

So here I am again.  I think it should just be an assumption that I will most always be at the coffee shop when perusing the internet and writing blog posts.  Such a perfect place to write something though, because there is a large window to my right and I can scan the crowd of people who pass by.  Also, I can see if the weather is bad (which it currently is not).

 A quick succession of events has come and gone this past week.  I had four friends come into town, and it felt a little hectic trying to schedule and plan everything to the content of all.  I know that not all of my friends cared where we went and what we did (mainly Jon), but there is always a sense of: “Yes, this is my town, here are cool places.  That place is not fun, but this one is quite enjoyable.”  I had a great time.

I bought a Kodak Signet 30 camera yesterday for $1 and I am very curious to get a roll of film developed to see what kind of pictures it takes. 

I was going to write something else, but I am pretty sure I forgot what I was going to say.  Whatever.

-Luke

barking up my own tree

My room has been a mess of folded clothes and boric acid since Monday so I decided to make some changes.  For starters, I decided that there are some pros and cons to having boric acid everywhere in your apartment.  Inhale too much of it and you die, rub it into clothes (if you feel like it) and you will probably take up bathing in aloe for some days.  However, in some cases (like mine) boric acid gets rid of cockroaches and other nasty vermin.  It also helps because you can see footprints that people have left around the room.  If someone robs me, at least I will know what his/her shoe size is.

After cleaning up the mess, I decided that I might contemplate the meaning of life.  After a mere 1 minute 23 seconds, I figured out all of life’s secrets (my tell-all bestseller entitled “The Secret Path of the Way of Life” will be in all Barnes and Nobles bookstores this November) and I left my small dilapitated room to find a noisy place.  You see, most people find solace in quiet places, but I can just as easily get work done in a high decibel environment than a quiet one.

My mentor has me reading this book called “The Fruit of the Spirit” by John Sanderson, and I have finished the first chapter (entitled “Love”).  Normally it would have taken me less than the couple of weeks it has for me to finish one chapter, but to my credit, the book has four preliminary chapters, and I did recently move (insert other excuses here).  When my mentor (Dave) gave me the book to read, I felt like I was already excelling in most all of the fruits of the spirit, but after reading the first chapter, I know that I have a long ways to go before I am advanced in the art of Love.  The chapter did not just touch upon loving one another, but also focused on areas of finances, giving to and helping the poor, and kind conversation.  The last is probably the hardest for me to do, because I am either around people who make off-hand comments about this other person, or a joke is more of a barb than a laughing moment.  Even with conversations with friends, my speech is as randomly smattered with demeaning comments and jokes that would make my ancestors cringe.  Speaking of ancestors, how cool would it be if your ancestors lived on in spirit form and you had a little dragon god that would make funny jokes and try to protect you (oh Mulan)?  Back to the point at hand, I know that God is leading me down a set path, and my decisions have been far from good so far, so I think it wise to plan out my life more accordingly.  I will leave you now with a quote from C.S. Lewis, whose words are always welcome to my ears and heart.

Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done…

-Luke

loop d loop

So it seems with things around St. Augustine (or maybe it’s just me) that everything comes and goes and then comes again.  Much like the movie Groundhog Day, just with different Groundhog Days thrown in the mix, so I can enjoy one of 3 or 4 days.  Today is the day that I get work done, or at least I like to think so, because how much work am I really accomplishing sitting here at a coffee shop, writing on this blog?  Regardless, I have it stuck in my mind that I have accomplished some already (copying cd’s, calling up my telephone service, and enjoying the morning’s brew).

So, today, as I was saying, is one of those days that feel like I have already (in some fashion) experienced.  I will walk out these doors in a few minutes and decide to go next, primarily based on my scattered list of things to do.  I enjoy the fact that I do not have a solid plan of sorts.  Just minutes ago, I was half-listening to a conversation between and man and a woman who were discussing work.  He was so intense with what he was saying, I almost felt sorry for the woman, because she was trying to prove to him that she displayed the same height of emotions that he felt for a certain subject.  That kind of emotion scares me sometimes.

Okay, so half of the sky looks like rain and the other half is shining.  Is it the window?  I am typing while looking out the window (and listening to My Morning Jacket) and the clouds are billowing up, like a really clean fire is burning somwhere south-west of here.  Weird.

I am about to break down my equipment and begin my journey.  I will get my free refill, say goodbye to the nice people who handle this coffee establishment and wander off down the road with my collective thoughts leading me to my next destination.

 -Luke