Im letzten Sommer verbrachten ich und meinem Buddy Joe viel Zeit mit Skateboard-Fahren. Die Entscheidung nach langer Zeit wieder damit anzufangen entstand aus einer dieser verhängnisvollen spontanen Eingebungen, denen ich inzwischen zwar nicht mehr traue, jedoch auch nicht widerstehen kann. Die Eingebung lief folgendermaßen ab:

Ich so: "Joe, weißt du was wir in diesem Sommer machen müssen?"

Joe so: "SHREDDEN!"

Ich so: "Wow! Woher wusstest du, was ich sagen wollte?"

Joe so: "Ich fühle es, ich fühle es auch."

Und weil wir es beide fühlten gruben wir unsere alten Decks aus, fingen wieder an zu shredden und fühlten bald auch noch etwas ganz anderes: Unser Alter. Von Stürzen erholte man sich viel langsamer und unsere Knie taten permanent weh. Nach jedem Ollie dachte ich, bald nicht mehr laufen zu können. Die ganze Erfahrung war höhst entzaubernd. Wir beschlossen, mit dem Shredden wieder aufzuhören und uns unserer neuen Leidenschaft, dem Bodybuilding, zuzuwenden. Der Beschluss wurde an einem der ersten Herbstabende gefasst, wir schauten "Pumping Iron" und tranken Proteinshakes. Obwohl die Vorzeichen unserer Zukunft gut waren (unsere Muckis waren und sind am bersten, wenn ich das so sagen darf), warf mich der Beschluss etwas aus der Bahn. Es war, als trenne man sich von dem coolen, hübschen Mädchen, das man nicht mehr lieben kann, weil es inzwischen House hört. (Diese ansprechende Analogie funktioniert übrigens auch mit den Begriffen "BeBop", "Techno", "Bossa Nova" - sorry Marc - oder "Dark Wave") Ich musste einen Weg finden, damit umzugehen und beging den Fehler, auf eine weitere spontane Eingebung zu hören.

Die ging so: Hey, hey. Ersetze EINE alte, lange missachtete Reminiszenz deiner Jugend einfach durch eine andere: Spiel wieder Dungeons & Dragons!

Ok. Es fehlte mir nur noch eine Spielgruppe. Im Internet wurde ich schnell fündig - es gab einen Spieleverein, hier in der Stadt, auf dessen Homepage auch Rollenspiele angeführt wurden. In der Hoffnung dort auf eine Spielgruppe zu treffen, die mich eventuell aufnehmen würde, besuchte ich einen ihrer Spielabende. Es war sehr befremdlich.

Bevor ich erkläre, wieso dieser Abend so befremdlich war, will ich etwas zu mir sagen: Ich bin nicht wirklich ein Nerd. Ich bin kein social outcast. Ich bin sportlich und trage gerne limitierte Nike Arimax. Ich bin sehr modebewusst. Die Tatsache, dass ich mit den wahren Geeks dieser Welt eine gewisse Schnittmenge leicht stigmatisierter Interessen teile, ließ mich immer glauben, so etwas wie eine Verwandtschaft mit dieser Randgruppe zu haben, doch ich irrte mich. Sehr.

Die Menschen, die diesen Spieleabend besuchten waren nicht so wie ich. Nachdem ich mich vorgestellt hatte (Beruf und Hobbys inklusive) bekam ich ein paar Namen entgegengemurmelt und keinerlei Hintergrundinformationen zu den Trägern. Da ich vom Balkan komme, finde ich eigentlich jeden unhöflich, der mich nicht beim ersten Treffen auf ein paar Schnäpschen zu sich nach Hause einlädt und auch diese kulturelle Deformation belastete die erste Begegnung. Ich fühlte mich, als hätte ich zwei Freunde beim Sex erwischt und müsste nun mit ihnen ins Kino - die Kommunikation mit den Anwesenden, von denen einige sogar übergewichtig waren, war sehr zäh. Meine Fragen wurden meistens mit kurzen Einzeilern beantwortet und die Leute wiesen einen außerordentlichen Widerwillen auf, über Sachen zu sprechen, die nicht die Spiele betrafen – und selbst bei diesem Thema zeigten sie sich nicht allzu kommunikativ. Ich war jedoch zu diesem Zeitpunkt bereit, dies mit kultureller Inkompabilität zu entschuldigen - schließlich bin ich der geschwätzige Slave und dies waren alles verklemmte Angelsachsen. Ich war sogar bereit darüber hinwegzusehen, dass die meisten Anwesenden ganz offenbar keine Ahnung davon hatten, wie man sich anzuziehen und zu frisieren hat, wenn man seine Fortpflanzungschancen mit Menschen erhöhen möchte, die NICHT so aussehen, als würden sie Kinder essen. Ich war bereit darüber hinwegzusehen, dass die anwesenden Mädchen meine gönnerhaften Flirtereien völlig ignorierten (Ehrenwort: Das ist mir sonst NIE passiert, nicht einmal in Schottland)!

Welch ein Fehler.

Der Abend fing mit einer Partie "Munchkin" an. Ich kannte dieses Spiel nicht, fand es aber ganz vergnüglich. Außer mir spielten noch sechs oder sieben Männer und Frauen mit. Irgendwann passierte mir ein Fehler. Ich weiß gar nicht mehr, worin dieser Bestand, aber ich hatte eine Spielregel missachtet und dadurch dafür gesorgt, dass ein Mitspieler eine Karte verlor. Der Fehler wurde jedoch zum Glück bemerkt und der Schaden konnte behoben werden. Doch der betroffene Mitspieler, ein dürres Individuum mit schreckhaften Mäuseaugen, war furchtbar indigniert und schrie mich an:

"Das war ein Fehler! Das macht man so nicht!"

"Es tut mir leid, ich spiele das Spiel zum ersten Mal.", versuchte ich, von seinem Gefühlsausbruch peinlich berührt, zu erklären.

"Das war ein Fehler! Man muss blablabla machen! Ein FEHLER!"

"Es tut mir wirklich leid. Ich habe es nicht absichtlich gemacht."

Dieser Moment war ganz seltsam, denn ich empfand seinen Gefühlsausbruch als exzessiv und unverhältnismäßig. Es war bloß ein Spiel und ich hatte mich entschuldigt. Ich erwartete, dass die anderen Mitspieler, die offenbar mit ihm befreundet waren, die Situation moderieren würden, doch keiner sagte etwas - bis auf einen Mitspieler, der säuerlich erklärte worin mein Fehler bestand und dabei betonte, dass ich in der Tat einen begangen hatte. So als hätte ich dies abgestritten.

Und da wurde es mir klar: Ich war im bandit country. Ich war der Außenseiter. Der Grund dafür war eine Inversion der Standards: Ich war nun der Abnormale und hatte absolut keinen kolonialen Dominanzanspruch in dieser Umgebung. Hier herrschte der Spacke. Just als mir dies Klar wurde, versuchte der Gewinner der "Munchkin"-Runde, ein "Munchkin"-Söckchen über seinen Daumen zu ziehen. Dieses hatte er vom Veranstalter für seinen Sieg bekommen. Er hatte ein anderes Söckchen, Trophäe früherer Triumphe, bereits über den Zeigefinger gezogen. In diesem Moment wurde mir klar, dass ich mit diesen Leuten kein D&D spielen wollte. Der Entschluss festigte sich, als „Cthulhu Munchkin“-Buttons ausgeteilt und angeheftet wurden. Sie waren tellergroß.

Ich verließ den Abend und erlaubte mir auf dem Rückweg noch eine Peinlichkeit: Das Ventil meines Fahrrades brach ab, ohne das ich es bemerkt hätte. Ich kannte mich damals noch überhaupt nicht mit Fahrrädern aus, verbrachte etwa 10 Minuten mit dem Versuch, den Reifen aufzupumpen und bat sogar zwei Besucher des Spieleabends, mir zu helfen - doch sie erkannten das Problem auch nicht. Es handelte sich um den zuvor Irritierten und dessen Freund, der mich säuerlich gemaßregelt hatte.

Am nächsten Tag beschloss ich zum Friseur zu gehen – der Abend zuvor hatte ein unangenehmes Nachgefühl hinterlassen und ich brauchte eine heilsame Erfahrung. Mein üblicher Friseur war krank und ich bekam die Haare von einer sehr hübschen Vertretung geschnitten.

Ich empfinde jeden Gang zum Friseur als eine Wohltat. Ich liebe es, die Haare gewaschen und geschnitten zu bekommen. Es ist etwas ausgesprochen symbolisches - hier spielt natürlich erneut eine kulturelle Vorprägung mit, denn Haare sind auf dem Balkan ebenfalls etwas ganz besonders symbolisches. Wenn jemand Stirbt, rasiert man sich in Serbien mehrere Wochen lang nicht und früher kämmten sich in vielen Regionen des ehemaligen Jugoslaviens Frauen rituell die Haare nach dem Tod ihres Gatten. Meine Liebe für Haare und den Gang zum Friseur ist also eines dieser unartikulierten Kulturmitbringsel, ein ziemlich gutartiges, wie ich finde.

„Und? Kater?“, fragte mich die Vertretung.

„Wieso?“

„Naja, gestern war Freitagabend. Weg gewesen?“, sie sprach mit der nonchalanten Authentizität einer Person, die sich jedes Wochenende entstellt.

„Nein, ich war nicht weg. Oder doch… Ich weiß es nicht.“

„Na, wenn du dich nicht erinnern kannst, dann WARST du weg, glaub’s mir.“, erwiderte sie mit einem etwas irren Glanz in den Augen.

„Neinneinnein. Ich kann mich erinnern – es war bloß ein seltsamer Abend.“

Die Vertretung bekam große Augen: „Erzähl!“

Und ich erzählte. Als ich mit der Geschichte fertig wurde, dachte ich, mich damit vollends als normale Person diskreditiert zu haben, aber ich irrte mich zum Glück.

„Ja, ja. Ich kenne solche Personen. Hab‘ früher mit meinem Bruder DSA gespielt.“ Sie beugte sich leicht vor, um an meinem Nacken zu arbeiten, sprach aber dennoch weiter, ohne mich dabei anzusehen. „Würd’s eigentlich heute gerne noch Spielen, es hat mir total Spaß gemacht. Ich war `ne Hexe.“ Sie machte Hexenhafte Fingerbewegungen mit der freien Hand, sah dabei aber meinen Nacken weiter an.

„Wow. Kann ich mir gar nicht vorstellen.“, sagte ich. Sie entsprach nicht den Menschen, die ich gestern gesehen hatte. Sie trug Nudie Jeans und besaß soziale Kompetenzen.

„Ich könnte das gleiche über dich sagen. Und ich sage dir noch was: Das ist der Grund, wieso wir nicht mehr mitspielen dürfen. Wir sind zu normal.“

„Meinst du?“, fragte ich, obwohl ich genau wusste, worauf sie hinaus wollte. Es war bloß eine dieser konversationserhaltenden Maßnahmen.

„Na klar. Wir sind normal angezogen, haben normale Freunde, benehmen uns normal. Wir haben ihre Welt verraten.“

„Ja, die Welt der noblen Außensenseiter. Wir haben uns verkauft. Es ist nicht genug, die gleichen Sachen zu mögen, man muss dabei genau so verklemmt und peinlich sein wie sie.“

„Gee-nau.“, erwiderte sie und schnitt weiter. Nasse Haarstreifen formten einen Ring um meinen Nacken. Ich war schon sehr lange nicht mehr beim Friseur gewesen, mindestens 9 wochen lang nicht. Dabei mag ich meine Haare kurz. „Meine alten Freunde… es ist nicht so, dass ich sie nicht mehr mag. Aber ich habe ernsthaft das Gefühl, dass sie mir nicht mehr vertrauen, seit ich mich von ihnen entfernt habe. In meiner Entwicklung, meine ich. So als hätten sie Geheimnisse, die ich verraten könnte.“ Ich lachte darüber.

„Spielst du heute noch irgendwas?“, fragte ich.

„Na klar. Ich habe so einen kleinen Nintendo mit zwei Bildschirmen, da habe ich ein Spiel in dem man Anwalt ist. Das spiele ich jeden Abend. Ich hätte aber auch gerne ein Spiel, bei dem man Leuten so richtig die Haare schneiden kann, schnipp-schnipp!“ Das letzte unterstrich sie mit zweifachem Schnippen ihrer Schere.

Ich, hingegen, pumpe jeden Abend meine Muckis auf, bis ich aussehe, als hätte ich eine Aztekenpyramide falschrum verschluckt. Und am gleichen Abend, inmitten eines qualvollen Twenty-Ones/French-Press-Superset-Infernos, sagte ich zu Joe folgendes: „Ich finde, dass Spiele allen Menschen zugänglich gemacht werden müssen.“

„Wieso? Ist doch nix besonderes an ihnen. Ich habe Metal Slug im Luna Park gespielt und…“

„Vielleicht!“, unterbrach ich ihn. „Und es ist ja auch schon besser als vor ein paar Jahren. Aber es geht mir gar nicht um die Spiele, sondern um jene, die sich darüber ärgern würden, wenn plötzlich jeder ihr wertvolles Hobby teilen würde. Solchen Leuten…“, knurrte ich und beobachtete meinen pulsierenden Riesenbizeps im Spiegel. „muss man ihre Spielzeuge wegnehmen.“

Wer stimmt mir zu?

#1: Buy everything, yes, everything

You never know when a neighbor may come over to use your dish towels, so make sure they are Ralph Lauren, less than six months old, and all the same color. While you’re at it, buy things that you don’t need now, but may need in the future, such as eleven new sweaters, a top-of-the-line treadmill, and some bestselling novels (just in case you ever read the 38 already on your bookshelf).

#2: Charge all purchases

That way you can itemize all your spending, which is sort of like budgeting. When the bill comes each month, be consistent—pay only the minimum. If there’s anything left at the end of the month, see #1.

#3: Don’t be concerned about retirement

That’s what Social Security is for! Our country is run by intelligent economists, and they’ll make certain there’s enough for you in 25 years.

#4: Buy a $4 million home, with 1% down, and a 30-year mortgage

Then, spend your entire working life paying it off. Don’t worry if you haven’t invested in anything else—you can sell the home when you reach 65, rapidly adjust your lifestyle to match your new one-bedroom condo, and live off the difference.

#5: Start being frugal ‘tomorrow’

Please, finish your $7 mocha latte and go about your day. After all, this article was obviously written for the other guy!

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It's Friday, so it's time for....

Apps of the Week!

1. Spybot Search and Destroy RC2
2. Vuze- AKA Azureus
3. Opera 9.51
4. Flash Player 10 Beta 2..This is for FF
5. AVG Free 8.0.135
6. Foobar2000 0.9.5.4 Beta 3
7. Pidgin 2.4.3

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SpyBot Search & Destroy 1.6 RC1 es un software gratuito diseñado para eliminar eficazmente los Spyware de tu PC, luchando de esta manera a favor de vuestra privacidad en Internet, eliminado cualquier archivo “sospechoso” que infecte vuestro PC mientras navegas la internet, además inmuniza nuestro PC de futuras infecciones.

La aplicación funciona sobre los sistemas operativos de Win95/98/NT/ME/2000/XP/Vista.

This is his school. Or...was. He'll be in fifth grade in the fall. The fifth-grade rooms are that front pile of rubble on the left.

I was shocked. I'd complained bitterly over the past week as they'd taken down all the 100-year old trees that sat along the front and sides of the school yard, but I assumed that perhaps the roots were getting into the sewers, or the branches in the lines. (I never like to see trees cut down, particularly that old, unless they're damaged.) But this?

Fortunately I was dealing with Ditto Boy. He hardly noticed, his attention flitting from object to object like a starving butterfly. The other two don't go to this school; they're bused to the school with autistic support.

But coming home from camp, Little Miss takes one look and yells, "They're destroying W's school!" (Yes, she used the word 'destroying.' I didn't even think she knew it, considering she doesn't talk half the time. Weird. But hilarious.)

Captain Oblivious then started on a diatribe about why they must be doing it that no one paid attention to after the first couple sentences. We were still overwhelmed by the debris.

I was just really grateful that neither of my kiddos who can't deal with change attend that school. It would have been the subject of obsession the rest of the summer, even through the new construction that I'm sure is a planned follow-up to the disaster.

Change is just not something we do. Even the impending two weeks with the Cabana Boy's mother is already a source of stress for Captain O, not because of the visit, but because his grandmother will not let him watch Lost in Space on Thursday nights as we do here. Last summer when they went, she was pretty stirred up when he wouldn't go to sleep at night because he obsessed about not being able to watch television in the morning (which she doesn't do--they're not big on television there, even less so than we are. But if it gets me 20 min more sleep in the morning, I'm all for Spiderman.)

This, of course, gives me some concerns for the upcoming switch to middle school, as well. So far he's seemed to be pretty low-key about it. The sixth-graders all had a tour of the middle school, saw the 7th and 8th grade classrooms, lockers, etc. The autism support teacher invited us to come the week before school and stay as long as we like, getting familiar with the schedules, the lockers, the changing classes--just the sheer numbers are going to throw him, I'm afraid. We'll keep our fingers crossed.

At least his school is still there. So far.

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The new Feature....

I have decided that simply a wallpaper a day is not enough to justify a blog, especially since I already have all the wallpapers arranged in the order in which they shall be posted. Therefore, I shall, on Friday of each week, make a list of several good Windows applications that A.came out this week OR B.I just discovered. So, without further delay, I present the first of many

APPS OF THE WEEK

Actually, that title sucks....

Give me some suggestions, people!

Until I figure out how to write a poll in Java by myself, you can suggest names HERE.

This poll will be closed in 2 Weeks...so vote NOW!

I'll have a new poll open after that for 1 week with the 5 names I liked the most.

The password is bobwama...all lowercase.

Anyways, here's this week's!

1.CCleaner 2.09.600

2.Opera 9.51 RC1

Firefox is better, but it's always good to have a backup in case FF crashes

3.AVG Free Edition 8.0.101

4.Spybot Search and Destroy 1.6 Beta 2

That's all, folks!

]]> http://ascenicfracture.wordpress.com/?p=30 Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:39:27 +0000 Nick http://ascenicfracture.wordpress.com/?p=30 people look and people stare
people gossip, people care
people judge us by what we wear
what we say and what we do
who takes the time getting to know the real you?
people have motives, people make oaths
people do what they do and say what they say
but they might not always feel that way
people love and people hate
put everyone in little boxes, stored in their head
and in those boxes are cards of reports
posing a tick or diminishing a cross
you and i, we're not much in different
we'd think we know each other
though never spoken a word
and till we speak, i store a box inside my head
in it is a picture and a porcelain you i made

DOING ENTAILS BEING

IN ORDER TO DO, ONE MUST BE

SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT EXIST CANNOT BRING ITSELF INTO EXISTANCE

'CREATING' IS AN ATTRIBUTE, ONE THAT DOES NOT EXIST, DOES NOT HAVE ATTRIBUTES

(She wasn't happy I was taking her picture) On the ride over I threw the book at her and said pick a random page. Lucky her she picked...

She was not thrilled seeing as I always always herass her for coloring outside the lines it was like fate. After laughing hysterically we had to ask the waitor to bring us a container of crayons.

Our selection was limited to say the least. She tried though. Notice her coloring.

She clearly wasn't getting into it at first though.

She thought she was done at this point until creativity must have struck and created this master peice.

She was so proud by the end- I think I even got her to smile!

I couldn't stay out of the fun so I turned to a random page.

So I ordered my coffee.

Drank a little.

And let the coffee spill oozing into other pages *cringe* ( I was fine destroying the pages, as long as they didnt ruin the other soon to be epic adventures).

Yes we are in a public setting as this is happening so you can imagine what our waiter thought of us.. Well our converstion went something like this.
"Will you sign my book? I know it sounds really random but the point of this book is to ruin it, and your the first person to be weireded out by us doing this so can we have you sign it?"
"What if I'm not weirded out. What if I think it's cool?"
"Then that's even cooler! Will you sign our book to show the first of our adventure!"
"Sure!"

This started the beginning of our adventure in Michigan, where we proceeded to ask and ask and ask sign and talk to random people. Enjoying destroying the book. More to come.

Notice how clean the book is and it has no marks. It's just a goofy book. By Keri Smith. I take no credit for any of her ideas and she actually has a clever blog as seen here. It has lots of clever video's of people destroying and such to their journals so I thought why not document MY journey with the journal? Let us start at the beginning which may be the only thing that is cleverly marked in this book...

I flipped to a random page and followed the directions...

It says. This page is a sign. What do you want it to say? Pulled out my coloring pencil's and went to town.

However I realized I was being extremely mild to the book. Only slightly creating the damage that really needed to be done. So I colored harder...

My sign reads (for those of you who can't read my coloring job) Keep your coins. I want change. Then being the person I am I realized-- I didnt read the directions so I went back to the front of the book...

The directions read:

1. Carry this with you everywhere you go.
2. Follow the instructions on every page.
3. Order is not important
4. Instructions are open to interpretation
5. Experiment (work against your better judgment.)

Then I realized. These directions looked very... Plain so I decided I would continue to color.

This is just the beginning of my epic journey of defacing, damaging, and destroying. I will continue to update you with pictures and Yes I'd love ideas, I may not promise to do them right away but I will at least give each thought a chance and try to deface, damage, the book the best I can. As seen below.

More to Come!

Look into the fire

what do you see?

Do you see the creatures dancing,

the lithe, young dancers,

in their ecstasy of life,

or do you see the darkness,

swallowing all in its path?

Does the fire cleanse

or does the fire destroy?

Do you see the creatures

or do you see the dark?

Does the fire give warmth and comfort

or does the fire kill?

Look into the fire.

Make your own choice.

Or will the fire look into you

and make the choice?

Look……………..Fire.

There is a new trend, which I've been reading about lately where brides will destroy their dress after the ceremony is over and done with. Some wait until after the reception... some don't! Some have the reception outfit to change into, so take advantage of the photographer's presence and get some crazy and awesome photos of their dress-trashing catharsis.

Why trash it? There are some theories: to show dedication to the new husband, the bride wont be needing the dress again; to show destroy the old and start anew; to be absolved from the stresses of the wedding and planning mentally and physically; and (my person fave) to get some great photos!

The New York Post has an article discussing the trend, crediting Las Vegas photographer, John Michael Cooper, with starting the trend for a wedding photography shoot.

Also, there is a blog dedicated to this trend called Trashthedress.com

What do you think about this trend? Would you consider trashing your dress?

I told my mother about my dream when I awoke, maybe that's why I still remember parts of it. I really believed it, then when I realized it was a dream.. I felt so surprised. We don't have any savings and well, my father is cheap. Heheh.. So it really seems far fetched, unlikely to happen in reality. ;p

But as I was reflecting on the dream... I read a message between the lines. [Not actually between the lines] My Father promised it will happen, but first we have to break down the whole house, only then shall we rebuild. After that, it will be wonderful... much better than the old one. I remember picturing it high... I was on the ground and I was looking up to the top, it was beautiful with the blue skies and fluffy clouds balancing the scene. It will take its form soon, I must be patient. I wonder...

This popped out in my head or rather heart:

Hosea 6: 1-3 "Come, let us return to the LORD. He has torn us to pieces but He will heal us; He has injured us but He will bind up our wounds. After two days He will revive us; on the third day He will restore us, that we may live in His Presence. Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge Him. As surely as the sun rises, He will appear; He will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth."

God speaks in everything and in every way. We have to listen closely so we won't miss a thing. Maybe God is telling you something now? Ironic. He works in ways we cannot understand and His purpose, so great that we cannot comprehend. We can but we cannot fully. The unfathomable God wants to be sought out. It is His Will that you experience His Love in the most indescribable way. You have nothing to lose but yourself.
:] Why not listen?.. Why not follow?.. Why not live for Him? Why not live in Him? Why not? Can you compare what you're holding on to Him? Why keep holding on to something you can't hold on forever? Why not hold onto Him? Why not choose Him? Why not love Him? Why not be crazy for Him? He is for you... SO WHY NOT?

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Personally, Unit envisage that he complexion equivalent a Chinese arms- Herself decent potential that I myself isn't diversion...

            In the book of Samuel, there is the testimony of the first king of Israel whose name was Saul. Saul was anointed to be king over Israel after a period of time of having no king at all. Israel had judges to rule over the land and judge the controversies that would come about within the people. This is where Samuel the prophet comes into play because he was an “overseer” for God in it’s time period. Samuel is also the man appointed to anoint Saul, in accordance to the people request for a king. In his tenure, Saul is famously known for the disobedience to the Lord, and the tearing of the kingdom from him and giving it unto David. After that event, Saul was still king of Israel for a number of years. In as much, there are many situations where the King Saul did many horrible things before the sight of God which further justified God’s judgment. During the testimony of Saul, his character and behavior to the anointing of David and his acts as the following king of Israel increasingly made him very unpopular. One of the most amazing things about David though was the fact that almost every time he was given the chance to strike back in vengeance upon Saul he never struck him or killed him. In the scriptures it says:

·          4 David's men said to him, Behold the day of which the Lord said to you, Behold, I will deliver your enemy into your hands and you shall do to him as seems good to you. Then David arose [in the darkness] and stealthily cut off the skirt of Saul's robe.

·          5 Afterward, David's heart smote him because he had cut off Saul's skirt.

·          6 He said to his men, The Lord forbid that I should do this to my master, the Lord's anointed, to put my hand out against him, when he is the anointed of the Lord. (1 Samuel 24:4-6)

Furthermore,

·          7 So David and Abishai went to the army by night, and there Saul lay sleeping within the encampment with his spear stuck in the ground at his head; and Abner and the army lay round about him.

·          8 Then said Abishai to David, God has given your enemy into your hands this day. Now therefore let me smite him to the earth at once with one stroke of the spear, and I will not strike him twice.

·          9 David said to Abishai, Do not destroy him; for who can raise his hand against the Lord's anointed and be guiltless?

·          10 David said, As the Lord lives, [He] will smite him; or his day will come to die or he will go down in battle and perish.

·          11The Lord forbid that I should raise my hand against the Lord's anointed; but take now the spear that is at his head and the bottle of water, and let us go. ( 1 Samuel 26: 7-11)

In David’s reaction to Saul having a chance to take revenge upon a person that was doing him wrong. He never took it into his own hands to judge Saul by death. It is, the Lord and the Lord only who has the power to raise and destroy people, kings, nations, and kingdoms. He did this through his holy prophets and those who walked according to his ordinances to placate this type of authority. By David’s anointing this was given to him.

What is man on the other hand, to take matters into their hands according to their own judgments and the avoidance of the council of the Lord’s might? The Bible says that, “God’s mercies endure forever.” The way of the world is I have to power to do all, which is false. Therefore we as Christians can by no means take matters into our own hands to reject, refuse, repudiate, decline, deny, rebuff, repel, renounce, discard, throw away, exclude, eliminate and jettison any other people of Christ out of order with what Jesus taught. This is not God; it is a Lucifer based approach in judgment, elitism, and isolation. It’s speaking death more than life.

Through Saul disposition against his own son-in-law, David’s respect for the man of God still was impeccable, though another of God’s anointed was trying to kill him. The Lord did take severe judgment on Saul and it came by the death of him and his son Jonathan in war.  When the news was brought to David, he went into a period of weeping, fasting, and prayer. Why? Why, give a period of sorrow for a man who tried to kill him and his family. I could understand weeping for Jonathan, who was the son of Saul and help David escape death from his own father. That makes sense. However, I believe David wept, fasted, and prayed because of what was happening to Israel as a whole, including the king. That is an example of the heart of a King, from God. Did you know that further on David, who was still married to one of Saul’s daughters, Micah, was despised by her for his worship to God? So, David gives us an example of behavior to toil and trouble against people or families that are of God and anointed as well. He regarded them still as of God’s body.

·          7 When he looked behind him, he saw me and called to me. I answered, Here I am.

·          8 He (Saul) asked me, Who are you? I answered, An Amalekite.

·          9 He (Saul) said to me, Rise up against me and slay me; for terrible dizziness has come upon me, yet my life is still in me [and I will be taken alive].

·          10 So I stood up against him and slew him, because I was sure he could not live after he had fallen. So I took the crown on his head and the bracelet on his arm and have brought them here to my lord.^(A)

·          11 Then David grasped his own clothes and tore them; so did all the men with him.

·          12 They mourned and wept for Saul and Jonathan his son, and fasted until evening for the Lord's people and the house of Israel, because of their defeat in battle.

·          13 David said to the young man who told him, Where are you from? He answered, I am the son of a foreigner, an Amalekite.

·          14 David said to him, Why were you not afraid to stretch forth your hand to destroy the Lord's anointed?

·          15 David called one of the young men and said, Go near and fall upon him. And he smote him so that he died.

·          16 David said to [the fallen man], Your blood be upon your own head; for you have testified against yourself, saying, I have slain the Lord's anointed.

·          17 David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and Jonathan his son, (2 Samuel 1:7-17)

David reacted totally different to the Amalekite than he did for Saul. In as much as his reaction was brute, he spoke of God’s anointed people in a way of defense and reverence for whom God chooses and calls his, no matter what. This was the mark of God’s King. There was another example of this type of zeal for the Lord from another King. This was Jesus in the dealing with the money changers.

·          12 And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves,

·          13 And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.

·          14 And the blind and the lame came to him in the temple; and he healed them. (Matthew 21:12-14)

What is the point? Love God enough to stand up for him in the midst of people and defend God’s people because they are still our brothers and sisters. Do we always regard a sinner as a sinner with a legalistic hammer? Mary Magdalene and Paul would have never been who they were after. So, we have a calling in the New Testament and an impartation of the Holy Spirit to comfort, edify, and exhort the body of Christ. Yet we use our language, our intellect, and our conversation to put down other people, ministries, and churches that God allowed to be here. It takes so much pride to put down someone for the exaltation of you. Rather, it is much greater in the eyes of God to remark in the forgiveness of the mistakes of men and the mercies of God. This is the fruit of love.

·          16 Consequently, from now on we estimate and regard no one from a [purely] human point of view [in terms of natural standards of value]. [No] even though we once did estimate Christ from a human viewpoint and as a man, yet now [we have such knowledge of Him that] we know Him no longer [in terms of the flesh].

·          17Therefore if any person is [ingrafted] in Christ (the Messiah) he is a new creation (a new creature altogether); the old [previous moral and spiritual condition] has passed away. Behold, the fresh and new has come!( 2 Cor 5:16-17)

Let’s further address people in love, mercy, kindness and fruitfulness. Let’s encourage the body of Christ to build more places that exalt God’s manifestation here on Earth. Let’s be Christians and fulfill what we are called to do and love our brother as we love ourselves. In conclusion, let’s be careful of negative words that come from an evil heart of judging people instead of the fruit that manifests. Can we use healthier scriptural ways of being able to kick out the money changers and heal the people according to the word of God. Let’s be life and not be death, especially in the same kingdom that we represent.

Your Brother in Christ,

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A close second would be turning into this guy  (click link for youtube video of guy trashing his office)

This is a guy that is--or was--on the edge (he's waaaaay over it now). It's kinda like how I feel most days, anymore. Watching some of these videos at work yesterday reminded me that I really need to get my butt in gear and do something with my life, before I go insane and start throwing photo gear at customers.

Of course, if I do, at least I'll have the good sense to throw the Olympus stuff first. Hopefully I'll have it out of my system before I move on to the cameras that deserve to live....

**epilogue**  Speaking of frustrations, wordpress decided to be a bitch and not let me embed the video behind the link.  Yay, irony!

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A friend of mine once said "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can load a bullet." 

It is one thing to have someone you love to lash out and hit you, and it is another for them to look you in the eye and blatantly lie to you face, without even the slightest hint of remorse. It is even worse when they are lying to you, and you know it. You know it right then, but you can't say anything. You just freeze. How can they possibly lie to you like that? Especially after everything that you have been through together and after everything that you've done for them?? It's insane! It's just as bad, if not worse, than having them pull out a knife, look you in the eye and plunge it into your side. 

THESE SICK NEW WORLD ORDER DEGENERATES KNOW NO BOUNDS, ITS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING, FIRST THEY CREATE A PRETEXT TO INVADE THIS SOVEREIGN NATION, THEN THEY FOMENT SECTARIAN WAR, DESTROY IRAQ'S CULTURAL HERITAGE, AS WELL AS COMPLETELY WIPE OUT THE HISTORIC MEMORY OF MESOPOTAMIA. NOW WHEN YOU THINK IT CAN'T GET WORSE, AN "IMAGINEERING" PSY-OP IN THE FORM OF A DISNEYLAND AMUSEMENT PARK, TO ATTEMPT TO MOULD THE IRAQI PUBLIC OPINION TO A PRO AMERICAN VIEW OF THE WORLD.

FERTIG FUR KRIEG...