Feb 2, 2005
DANG IT! I JUST LOST MY BLOG!
I finally blogged and went to publish it and lost it. It had something about podcasting in it and how I am sporadically constant in blogging. Until next time
Sporadically Constant
It seems that to be sporadic in my blogging is a constant in my life. Regardless, I press on toward bigger and better things. According to most people who give a care, podcasting seems to be the next big thing. I hope so. The concept is sweet and the possiblities are beautiful and in vast array. I am already in progress of putting together a podcast for the GATE (our college group) and DVY (our youth group). However, I'm sure I'll be faithful to my calling and be sporadically constant in my podcasts. Until I remember to blog...
Jan 22, 2005
Blogging's Easy ... Remembering to blog is the hard stuff!
Interesting. I felt prompted to jump back on this once I realized it still existed. I guess BLOGGER just keeps them on here forever.
Life in this post-tsunami world is interesting. Today, 25 days after the waters rose, they found a lone survivor named Michael on a demolished island waving a flag made from his clothes. He, being the only survivor from his village, kept nourished on coconuts. Talk about a paradigm shift! One day you're hanging with your tribe, then, the next, everyone on the island is sucked out to sea except you. Apparently, Michael was sucked out on the first wave but got tossed back up on shore during a stronger second wave. On top of all that, due to the island's locale, he had 25 days to dwell on the experience before he was spotted in only his scivvies, waving the rest of his clothes in the air.
I wonder what that guy thought about? He probably has some sense of destiny. It would be futile for him to return to civilization only to choke on a chicken bone at some dingy fast food restaurant. Or, if the guy is a creep, how demented it would be if he became a serial killer, terrorist, or fashion consultant. My guess here is that God doesn't take lightly the fact the he survived. If ever a person had ample time to dialogue with God about the meaning of life and their calling Michael Mangal is that man.
Life in this post-tsunami world is interesting. Today, 25 days after the waters rose, they found a lone survivor named Michael on a demolished island waving a flag made from his clothes. He, being the only survivor from his village, kept nourished on coconuts. Talk about a paradigm shift! One day you're hanging with your tribe, then, the next, everyone on the island is sucked out to sea except you. Apparently, Michael was sucked out on the first wave but got tossed back up on shore during a stronger second wave. On top of all that, due to the island's locale, he had 25 days to dwell on the experience before he was spotted in only his scivvies, waving the rest of his clothes in the air.
I wonder what that guy thought about? He probably has some sense of destiny. It would be futile for him to return to civilization only to choke on a chicken bone at some dingy fast food restaurant. Or, if the guy is a creep, how demented it would be if he became a serial killer, terrorist, or fashion consultant. My guess here is that God doesn't take lightly the fact the he survived. If ever a person had ample time to dialogue with God about the meaning of life and their calling Michael Mangal is that man.
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