Wireless at Last

Yesterday Adria went out and purchased a LinkSys wireless hub-thing… whatever that’s called. At first we thought she was going to have to take it back, because the set-up cd wouldn’t run on her computer (a Mac iBook). Then she and I looked at the box and discovered the minimum requirements listed only Windows OS stuff. She was frustrated because she’d spent hours looking over every wifi unit to make sure the one she got would be compatible with our Macs. She went ahead and started following the directions, plugging the unit into our cable modem then connecting it with her computer. Then, as Macs love to do, her iBook discovered updates she needed to download, notified her and she automatically said yes… it took a bit for those to download, but once she disconnected… magically she was still connected to the Internet. She had all 4 bars showing on the airport. She was stunned and excited. So I opened my PowerBook and lo-and-behold! I had all 4 bars too!

Oh what joy my Mac is! No need for set up. Just plug and play. Cassie and Larry, I LOVE you both for helping me see the Mac light! Bless you, friends.

By the way, I’m posting this from my warm, soft, comfy bed…. ah, the joys of being wireless at last!

In the News

ABC News: People of the Year: Bloggers

Watching the news and reading some of my favorite blogs… and suddenly the news was talking about… ME!

Well, okay, not me specifically. Me in universal general. Me, the blogger. US, as bloggers, to be more accurate. They declared us part of their "People of the Year" for 2004.

It may surprise you (or not) to know I started my first on-line journal back in mid-2000. I had — still have, actually, though I haven’t updated it in a year — a Yahoo/Geocities website where I started a journal. Even though adding entries was a cumbersome and frustrating process, I continued my journal until I went to India and only stopped doing it because I just didn’t have the time.

After I came back, however, I typed up most of my personal (hand written) journal entries, then copied and pasted them to Yahoo PageBuider pages, calling it "Letters from India". I loved keeping the journal — found it fun just to know that someone other than me had access to and might possibly read — and hopefully identify with — my thoughts, ideas, opinions, questions and experiences. But the frustration of trying to add entries finally got to me and I quit updating it by the end of 2001. I often wanted to start again, but just couldn’t deal with the time and energy it took to update and add text to my Yahoo site. so I was very excited when I found Blogger and discovered they do the work for me. Yippee!

Hooray for Bloggers!

Welcome My Newest Edition

I started another blog. It’s called A Cup of Chai. I’ve been wanting to create a space where I could post thoughts and inisghts gleened from Scripture. I thought this might be a good forum to do that.

I only have one post so far, but hope to have more soon. Feel free to stop over there anyt ime you like. And if you’d like to participate in it, let me know and I’ll add you on as a member.

Humility and Grace On Display

I recently ran across A Disciples Journal. Lon hasn’t posted in a while, but his last one, October 31st, had some insight I wish all of us could gain.

There’s more to say about this, but it’ll have to wait till I have some time…. In the meantime, read, enjoy, and perhaps even visit his blog.

On a more deeper and personal note… Yvz and I have been having some ‘soul talk’ and been realizing some more subtle condemning attitudes that we have. These dispositions are so challenging because they are so deep rooted and easily disguised as a genuine desire for good. For me, I’ve come to realize that I am designed and built my life around a lens of hope and goodness. Which isn’t a bad thing, but when I encounter those who are disheartened, or perceived as having lost hope, I have a hard time allowing them to be as they are. What got me was the conviction that some people might be able to sense a level of disappointment within me about who they are as a person… and that’s flat out wrong and needs to change.

What gets to me even more is how a person of hope and confidence in God such as myself, could ever feel a loss of hope in people? Something that came out while I was speaking Friday was that – if God believes in us, more than we could ever believe in him. Maybe we need to believe in people, more than they believe in themselves.

Of all people, followers of Jesus should be speakers of truth and hope to all humanity.

The Comment Dilemma

I never know where to comment on the comments.

Do I comment in the comment section? If so, will you find it there, and respond again?

Or should I start a new post, picking up where your comment leaves off and giving you new comment space to comment on my comment of your comment…?

Oh, the whole thing just makes my head hurt.

In Spirit with CBS – I Apolajize

In the spirit of the current media circus known as “Should CBS Apologize?” I must, in all good conscience, tender my own, full-fledged apology.

Through no fault of my own, and having been throughly deceived by my Dashbard wysiwyg editor, I am guilty of a blog full of spelling errors.

You see, I have a Mac. I love my Mac. Don’t even think about touching my Mac. I will hunt you down and hurt you. Just ask the last one who tried…. okay, so nobody’s tried yet… but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t take ’em on… and take ’em out… I’m powerful for my size, you know….

I also use Safari as my web brower. EBlogger says Macs are slightly supported by their wysiwyg editor. EBlogger also says Safari is slightly supported by their wysiwyg editor. The spell check is supposed to be one of those fully-functioning…functions… as it were… in the wysiwyg editor. However, in my last post I knew I had several spelling errors, yet the Spellcheck told me there were none.

Therefore, I cannot be held responsible in any way for the spelling errors found herein. In short, sirs, it’s not my fault. I was given false information… led down a primrose path…. trapped in a system not up to standard…. stop the madness, darn it! Spellcheck should be for everyone! I’ve been had by a left-wing conspiracy to make me look illiterate and un-spell-checkable…!

In conclusion, I would just like to state for the record that it was not my desire nor my intention to misrepresent the words mispelled in this blog. I cannot be held responsible for any injury incurred to them or to their usability.

Thank you for your continued support.

The Beginning… Sort Of

The first post of the first blog of the new adventure.

I’m sitting at Panera’s, finishing up my Chai and watching the rain pour down. It looks like God just took a full bucket and dumped on top of Nashville. Could life get more perfect?

Well, yeah, actually it could. 🙂 I could have a job, that would make it more perfect. And a place to live, that would even be better…. odd how I think a place to live is better than a job, isn’t it. Guess this unemployment-just-hangin’-with-my-friends stuff is really growing on me. Ah, but alas, money makes the world go ’round… at least so think the bill collectors. So a job I must get. And soon!

John’s parents are being very gracious and allowing me to take up space in their home. But I don’t want to overstay my welcome. And I’d really like to stop living out of my suitcase and car. It’d be so nice to actually spread out my stuff and be able to leave it where it is instead of packing it back up each time I use it. Besides, I haven’t seen all my own belongings in over a year. When I finally do get to unpack it all it will feel like Christmas!

However, rent here is more than I was lead to believe. Soooo, I really need a roommate. Or a miracle. I’ll take either one.

Jobs seem to be scarce too. No one but coffee houses and retailers are hiring, and even their positions are limited. Hmmm….

Two Miracles to go, please!

On a more positive note, all this free time is giving me more time to spend with God. Most of that is still spent in pleading for His intervention for a job or apartment, or for His comfort as my heart continues to ache from the gaping hole mom and dad’s deaths have left.

However, more and more I crave to hear from Him; hear His voice calling up through His Word, or suddenly grabbing my attention with a new nugget of Truth from an often-read passage. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Digging into the Word has been a painful and fearful experience for me this past year. I don’t really know why. It’s not that I was running from God. Quite the opposite, I’ve run to Him — into His arms — and hid there most of the year. I guess it’s like when you’re sick. You don’t want to eat, you just want comfort.

Now that I’m feeling somewhat better, I’m realizing how famished I am. And I’m ready to eat. Ready for a feast. Bring it on, Jesus!