<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:17:50.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to follow death and all of his friends.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-7347167626662102298</id><published>2011-01-03T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:06:09.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Best Albums of 2010"</title><content type='html'>Usually I am not really into female singers nor country/folksy music. But this year has been an all around different year for me in my musical likings. So here is my top whatever, we'll see how many I end up with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anberlin - Dark is A Way Light is A Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken Bells - self titled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dead Weather - Sea of Cowards  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gaslight Anthem - American Slang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff Richmond - 30 Rock Soundtrack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Potter &amp;amp; The Nocturnals - self titled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate Nash - My Best Friend is You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Franti &amp;amp; Spearhead - The Sound of Sunshine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The National - High Violet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the Rhine - The Long Surrender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ray Lamontagne &amp;amp; The Pariah Dogs - God Willing and The Creek Don't Rise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lissie - Catching A Tiger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Black Keys - Brothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Florence + The Machine - Lungs : Not released in 2010 but made itself well known in the US and I've been obsessed with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the only one that really matters. My favorite album of 2010: Elizabeth &amp;amp; The Catapult - The Other Side of Zero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I would include some lyrics from one of the songs. This is called the Horse and The Missing Cart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't wanna live by too many morals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite what your elders whispered in the cradle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna write the end before the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't wanna dwell on what is beyond you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite what your better virtues may tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to put the horse before the you know what, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz it's best not to live by too many morals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the first sip before you finish the bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna lie in that bed before you've made it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't second guess something once you believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world keeps on turning if you take it or leave it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to put the course before the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you don't want to write that finishing line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you recall that arc in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Careful to not be so careful before you step outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to paint that finishing touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you recall what you're dreaming of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to preach yourself out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of too much life. Too much life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz it's best not to dwell on some other man's fortunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another man's cravings, another girls portions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to bet that sum before the parts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best not to fancy too many favors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more you win now, the less you will later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to put that horse before the cart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you don't want to whine before you're dragged under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best to jump now and think on it after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's best to be stupid and selfish while you're still young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz you don't want to be so overly cautious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fucking worried you're lost in the process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best to forget yourself now, right at the start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you don't want to write that finishing line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you recall that arc in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Careful to not be so careful before you step outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to paint that finishing touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you recall what you're dreaming of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to preach yourself out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of too much life. Don't wanna preach yourself out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of too much life. Don't wanna preach yourself out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-7347167626662102298?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/7347167626662102298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=7347167626662102298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/7347167626662102298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/7347167626662102298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-best-albums-of-2010.html' title='My &quot;Best Albums of 2010&quot;'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-2705070821699001066</id><published>2010-04-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:08:19.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Butler!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been listening to The Swell Season's new album "Strict Joy". The title of the album is a little deceiving to me because it seems to be anything but joyful. Which just so happens to fit my mood recently. It's a great album and I love how Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova blend their voices together so well. I can feel every word they sing by the emotion in their voices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, here are some of the lyrics that have really been getting to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna sit you down and talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna pull back the veils and find out what it is I've done wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna tear these curtains down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want you to meet me somewhere tonight in this old tourist town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And we'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Low rising, 'cause we've gotta come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've gotta come up, low rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause there's no further for us to fall, low rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I fear we've had enough and we're low rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, for the love of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Low Rising"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You were restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was somewhere less secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I went running to the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so now there's a long list of places I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I quit my rambling and came home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In These Arms"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just before the rain came down the sun came out at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And as for all assumptions made and questions never asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know we're not where I promised you we'd be by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But maybe it's a question of who'd want it anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Rain"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's a light inside us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It only shines as bright as we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you've fallen down so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really worried for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And even on our worst days we were never quite like this, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've gone as far as we can go without crashing, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At the heart of every fool is the hope you're stupid too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And there's this lingering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This lingering feeling that I'm missing something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like I'm missing something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"High Horses"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's the verb to kick it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To take the time and walk away from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That'll never sit with us well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We're far too pious to get out of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And we're on our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running away won't change anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It only puts it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stand on the spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Work out where you are and take it all from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm tired of fighting," she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You words just rattle my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All joy escapes in the dark and I can't make this make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your words are lost to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cannot take it, I'm out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm stuck here kidding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're out there caring somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Verb"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But this estranged organ in my chest still beats for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It will not rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So meet me in our secret place when the time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rest your head  in my lap and I'll beat you out of your own trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'll show you how much you have missed truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In time we will unite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But you've been every now and then on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're every now and then on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Have Loved you Wrong"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In time when you word was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You gave your heart to the ones you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And at the dawn of every day there was a light that you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You gave yourself to a love that conquers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give everything to a love that conquers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you came real close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You gave the heart what it wanted most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You took your time and you made it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe time will erase some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You ran away with a love that conquers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You ran away with a love that conquers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too long in the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too long in the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give yourself to a love that conquers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love That Conquers"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The End. K bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-2705070821699001066?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/2705070821699001066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=2705070821699001066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/2705070821699001066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/2705070821699001066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-butler.html' title='Go Butler!!!'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-9135620156318498027</id><published>2010-03-29T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:51:46.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Don't Think of Tomorrow Tonight.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. So here's what I'm enjoying recently:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Netflix streaming on the Wii!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neo-noir films. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music: She and Him "Volume II" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Brand New "Daisy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             David Bazan "Curse Your Branches"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Fun. "Aim and Ignite"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jon-foreman"&gt;Jon Foreman on Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple Salads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNL Annuale Skit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making sure my yard looks as nice as Neighbor Jack's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Clutching Dust and Stars" by Laryn Kragt Bakker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daffodils. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And did I mention Netflix streaming on Wii!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-9135620156318498027?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/9135620156318498027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=9135620156318498027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/9135620156318498027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/9135620156318498027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-dont-think-of-tomorrow-tonight.html' title='So Don&apos;t Think of Tomorrow Tonight.'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-4816773936220425283</id><published>2010-01-24T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:29:09.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>It's almost February and I am just now going to post about resolutions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a little strange because I was traveling on New Years Eve and then celebrated Christmas on January 4, so it didn't really seem like the new year. But now that I have had a few weeks to sink in to a new decade I've got some resolutions. (Mostly inspired by the article in Relevant Magazine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm going to run the Pittsburgh half marathon in May and possibly the Indianapolis one in the fall. This may not seem like a big deal because I love to run, but I have been struggling with doing anything let alone getting out to the gym or running in the park. So I'm hoping this will give me a goal to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Memorize a chapter of the bible, not sure which one yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Learn to pray in a new way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Create. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Be more intentional about my relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Do something that freaks me out. That was a Relevant suggestion and I think it's great. I'm considering flying to somewhere random because I've never flown and it really freaks me out. Or sky diving or something of that nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Donate or volunteer with a cause that I care about. I've really wanted to be part of Kiva but have never done it so that is a priority this year as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it, short and to the point. I suppose I could resolve to blog more, but I doubt that will happen. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-4816773936220425283?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/4816773936220425283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=4816773936220425283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/4816773936220425283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/4816773936220425283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-739685364123404323</id><published>2009-10-08T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:24:16.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't have to understand you... be still.</title><content type='html'>Things I'm in to lately:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cereal - a mixture of corn chex, granola and raisins, practically every meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecretcommunity.com"&gt;postsecretcommunity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not working out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonfat unsweetened vanilla rooibos tea lattes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fantasy basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music: Flyleaf, Mute Math - Armistice, Snow Patrol "Hands Open"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making my own clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the television show Fringe - JJ Abrams is a genius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acedia &amp;amp; Me - Kathleen Norris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-739685364123404323?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/739685364123404323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=739685364123404323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/739685364123404323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/739685364123404323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-dont-have-to-understand-you-be.html' title='They don&apos;t have to understand you... be still.'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-7471389877997419895</id><published>2009-07-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:38:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like a brand new day. Open your eyes!</title><content type='html'>Uh oh, two days in a row!!! Now we're talkin'! Or blogging rather. Anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.jmrichards.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; loves to take pictures. Recently her camera was broken and she needed to send it in to the manufacturer to get fixed. Then we went to the beach this past weekend and she took an absurd amount of pictures!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one of them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/Sl0nH6GOi6I/AAAAAAAAABg/IroXTMzwI2g/s320/mostly+the+beach+264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358482148448701346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the car the next day I popped in the new Jars of Clay album and when the song "Two Hands" started playing I just kept thinking about standing there on that rock. Here are the lyrics: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've been living out of sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been splitting hairs and blurring lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a house that is divided &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my heart and in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a broken disposition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a liar who thirsts for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And while I ache for faith to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to feel the scars and see the proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if we just keep digging we can reach the foundation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if we just keep cutting all the chains from our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it feels like giving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels like starting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels like waking up, and you know it's coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels like a brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I use one hand to pull you closer&lt;br /&gt;The other to push you away&lt;br /&gt;If I had two hands doing the same thing&lt;br /&gt;Lifted high, lifted high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;I find in my life that I am continually in that struggle. On the rollercoaster of righteousness. Even with my best intentions I fall short. And I may not glorify God every day, in everything that I do, most times I long for just the opposite. But it is refreshing on those days where I am consumed by grace with both hands lifted high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-7471389877997419895?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/7471389877997419895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=7471389877997419895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/7471389877997419895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/7471389877997419895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-should-slow-my-pace-finally.html' title='It feels like a brand new day. Open your eyes!'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/Sl0nH6GOi6I/AAAAAAAAABg/IroXTMzwI2g/s72-c/mostly+the+beach+264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-1542739657431311034</id><published>2009-07-13T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:23:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace makes beauty out of ugly things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been almost a year since my last post. Let's see if I remember how to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watch this clip from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIl-h6IQKn0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pretty Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; We've seen this movie, we know what it's about. Vivian is a prostitute, Edward comes to L.A. and decides to hire a prostitute. That's how they meet. Surprise, surprise they fall for each other. But what we see through the movie is how Edward treats Vivian. She does not feel like she deserves anything better than what she is doing. She has accepted that all she will ever be is a prostitute. Edward comes along and changes that and by the end of the movie he treats her less and less like a prostitute and more like a woman. Through the course of the movie she goes from being a product to being a person. From being bought and sold to being loved and cherished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can a fresh word be spoken about me? Can a new word be spoken about me? Or am I defined by what I've done? By who I've been involved with? By my failures, short comings, missteps? Do my sins determine who I am? Or can a fresh new word be spoken about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Very often we carry all the words we hear with us. We become worthless, meaningless, stupid, useless, mediocre, fat, weird, insufficient, lazy, unworthy. We carry all of the bad experiences we have had with us. We personify ugliness, evil, destruction, disaster, hate, failure. Over and over we hear and recreate the things in our head. We begin to think maybe all these words are true, that they are all we will ever be. The things that have happened to us begin to own us. We desire for a fresh, new word to be spoken about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Matthew 9, A man comes to Jesus begging him to go see his daughter, who is supposedly already dead. While he's on his way: "A woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, "If only I touch his cloak, I will be healed." Jesus turned and saw her. "Take heart, daughter, " he said, "your faith has healed you." And the woman was healed from that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the time of Jesus this woman would have been labeled unclean. No one would have wanted to be around her. She was looked down upon, ridiculed, made fun of, given dirty looks. She was not allowed to go into the temple, to worship God, because of her uncleanliness. She was an outcast. She had been pushed out of society, kicked to the edge, not welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then she has the audacity to go up and try to touch Jesus. And of course Jesus responds in a way that no one else ever would have. He looks down at this woman. With all her filthiness and shame. He looks at her and calls her daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So may we come to see that the words we say are important. May we see that the way we talk to people matters. May we be able to reach into people's lives and speak rejuvenation. But may we also see that all those words we have heard, all those things we have felt are old and stale. Jesus longs to speak a fresh, new word about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Take heart, daughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lemon out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Adapted from a Rob Bell sermon called "New Skirts".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-1542739657431311034?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/1542739657431311034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=1542739657431311034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1542739657431311034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1542739657431311034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2009/07/grace-makes-beauty-out-of-ugly-things.html' title='Grace makes beauty out of ugly things.'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-6895732345344514072</id><published>2008-08-01T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:34:29.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The summit doesn't differ from the deep, dark valley...</title><content type='html'>There is this new website &lt;a href="http://rethinkchristianity.com/"&gt;RethinkChristianity&lt;/a&gt;, it's a site trying to promote a new way of looking at Christianity, part of the Emerging Church movement. Anyway, the guys that run the site post a question every week (they just started a couple of weeks ago) and open up the question for folks to send in videos of their answers to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the question was: Why do you think so many people are questioning the traditional ways of doing church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the site. Check out some of the videos. Let me know what you think about what these folks have to say about this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to put my opinion out there quite yet. I will say that I agree with some of what is said, and don't agree with some of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the fence when it comes to the Emergent Church, but I think that these guys, Mark Scandrette, Tony Jones, and Doug Pagitt, have some good things to offer and I think the questions that they are posing are very relevant to Christians today and need to be addressed. So, I hope that this website takes off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the valley doesn't differ from the kitchen sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-6895732345344514072?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/6895732345344514072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=6895732345344514072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/6895732345344514072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/6895732345344514072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2008/08/summit-doesnt-differ-from-deep-dark.html' title='The summit doesn&apos;t differ from the deep, dark valley...'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-1373320982884942015</id><published>2008-07-07T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:05:36.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm reading now...</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a reader. I'm slow, for some reason I can't skim, I have to take in every word that's on the page. I also don't like fiction or anything that I won't learn something from, so the books that I read are sort of heavy and I have to underline and write in them - which takes me even longer to get through. However, recently I have had this craving to learn and read more about all sorts of things. I have found myself randomly buying  books (I don't ever buy a book unless I know for sure it is good) and checking out lots of books from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share what I have been reading recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus For President&lt;/span&gt; - Shane Claiborne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Well: A Spiritual Road Map&lt;/span&gt; - Various Contributors, published by &lt;a href="http://cultureisnotoptional.com"&gt;Culture Is Not Optional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christianity and the Social Crisis in the 21st Century&lt;/span&gt; - Walter Rauschenbusch (The 100th anniversary edition has commentary at the end of each chapter by folks such as Tony Campolo and Jim Wallis for how what Rauschenbusch said in 1907 still relates to us now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Letter Christians&lt;/span&gt; - Tony Campolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently picked up the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Archaeological Study Bible&lt;/span&gt; - it's pretty much amazing and offers archaeological, cultural and historical  background throughout. It's pretty interesting stuff and offers a new spin on some of the bible's familiar stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my two cents for the day...&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="971530721-18052007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-1373320982884942015?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/1373320982884942015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=1373320982884942015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1373320982884942015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1373320982884942015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-im-reading-now.html' title='What I&apos;m reading now...'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-6662218437178107817</id><published>2008-06-30T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:19:59.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Sacrificed to Idols</title><content type='html'>I've been reading this book lately called Eat Well: A Food Road Map. It is published by an organization called &lt;a href="http://cultureisnotoptional.com"&gt;Culture is Not Optional&lt;/a&gt;. It is a pretty good read; the compile a bunch of essays, art, poems and book recommendations that all have to do with how we eat. There are some that have to do with sustainability, others about the way we eat and the biblical basis for how we should, others about eating locally, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was reading one titled "Food Sacrificed to Idols". It was taking a look at the passage in 1 Corinthians where Paul addresses that exact issue, which was raised by the people of Corinth. In this letter we see Paul responding to the questions of the people about whether they should eat meat that has been sacrificed by pagans to their idols in the temple. When I first read this part of Corinthians I thought: If they think eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; meat is that big a deal then why don't they just not eat the meat from the temple? But it is not that easy. The temple was one of the main sources of meat for the city. The temple was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; restaurant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; butcher in Corinth. So Paul warns the people not to be a Christian and go into the temple and take part of eating that meat which they know was just sacrificed to pagan idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Paul does not tell the people of Corinth to become vegetarians. He simply says there are some people that cannot get over the fact that the meat was sacrificed to an idol and that mind set defiles the meat for them. But then he says that there are some where that is not an issue for them, they know that food "does not bring them closer to God, no worse if we do not eat, no better if we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul doesn't want the folks who get it to influence the others to just go around eating the meat in the temple. He ends the section by saying: "Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a chapter that can be over looked. It is so easy to just look at it and say okay, don't eat meat sacrificed to idols or don't influence those that don't have as much knowledge as you do to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Eat Well book there was a lot of focus on Paul talking about knowledge. Paul starts off the chapter by saying: "We know that we all possess knowledge. Knowledge puffs up, but love builds up." In some ways it is hard to even see how this relates to sacrificing food to idols. Paul just rambles on a little bit about knowledge and love before he goes on to address what the Corinthians were really asking. But it is amazing to see how in those two sentences he sets up the whole passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul tells us that we are not to lord our knowledge over other people and use that as a way of telling them what to do. In order for us to really help, to really show those who are "weaker" sometimes we have to put aside all the knowledge that we have about something and show them the way through love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book there was an example about a couple and their young son. The son was convinced that there was a boar that lived in his room. Every night the boar would come out and keep the kid from being able to go to sleep. So his parents would come into the kids room and check out the situation until he was able to fall back asleep. Instead of the parents getting up every night and telling the kid that the boar did not exist they would chase him around the house until he left, they would capture him and toss him out the window, and then finally they drew a lifesize picture of it and burned the picture in the backyard getting rid of the boar for good. If the parents had gotten up every night and insisted that the boar was imaginary, or did not exist or tried to rationalize with the child, the boar would have still been a reality to the kid every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this story the parents did not try to hold their knowledge over their son, but instead loved him and gave into his reality in order show him the truth. That is what Paul asks us to do, it may have to do with food here in 1 Corinthians, but can easily be applied to every part of life. We are inpatient and try to use our knowledge to tell them all in one time, thinking they will get it. But knowledge puffs up while&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love builds up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-6662218437178107817?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/6662218437178107817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=6662218437178107817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/6662218437178107817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/6662218437178107817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-sacrificed-to-idols.html' title='Food Sacrificed to Idols'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-2455797047170416999</id><published>2008-02-10T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:41:42.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Little Town of Pheonix</title><content type='html'>Word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about a week ago I got home from my very first mission trip, down south in Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out the pics &lt;a href="http://wkmcconnell.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out on Sunday one of the women from church told me to have fun and then said "there's just something about manual labor!" And my reply was that there really is. I love that kind of stuff and it is even better when you get the chance to do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got down after the 20 hour van ride. I layed tile and painted the trim around the house. There was nice weather, but best of all really nice people. We got to spend a bit of time with a family whose house we didn't even work on. They were gracious enough to share a meal with us and then invite us into their home that they are working on rebuilding to try some authentic Gumbo. It was amazing, tons of different things go into that stuff, including what look like huge crab claws. Yummmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really amazed at the sense of community that all of these people shared. It was a small town, you had to cross the Mississippi River by ferry to get to the grocery store. Everyone knew everyone else, not only that, they cared about everyone else. While we were working there were people popping up in the house all day long to see how things were going. We heard stories of people getting up at 5:30 in the morning to get a ferry over the river to be able to help the groups that were down there with building the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some amazing people and amazing things taking place in a very devastated area. Donald, the husband of the family we spent some time with said that when things are happening that you don't know what God is thinking, what God has planned next. But afterward sometimes you can see what he had up his sleeve. If Katrina hadn't happened there wouldn't be hundreds or thousands of people giving up their comfortable lives to go down and help these people. There wouldn't be people that needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from all over the country are coming together in this one place and learning about community. I believe that Acts 2 is being carried out in that place everyday. People coming together in fellowship, breaking bread, giving to everyone as they have need, and having everything in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think about that at all going into this whole thing. As I came out of it I want to be like those people down there. People that have lost everything but feel like they have gained so much more. I am hoping to be more aware and intentional of caring for the community that I find myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My salutation says it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May you always have enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace and love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-2455797047170416999?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/2455797047170416999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=2455797047170416999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/2455797047170416999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/2455797047170416999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-little-town-of-pheonix.html' title='O Little Town of Pheonix'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-9213938217977470588</id><published>2007-11-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:40:16.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There were three who wouldn't bow...</title><content type='html'>Hello my internet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music. I love listening to it, attempting to play it on my freakin' sweet guitar, I love tapping my foot along to really good tunes, I love rockin' out and singing loud to the best sing alongs. Most importantly I love the words, the lyrics that move me to want to jump up and down and sing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago Wendy made a youth group gig to go see Shane and Shane play in Grove City. We ended up making the trip with one student, oh well, it was fun and everyone else missed out. Anyway, so they played a song off their new cd and Wendy picked it up after the show. I put it on my phone, which also plays mp3's, and have been jammin' to it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the words that get me every time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burn us up, burn us up, burn us up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh king, won't you burn us in the furnace of your desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We give up, we give up, we give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh king won't you burn us in the furnace of your desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't you save us from the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are able to deliver, from the fire of affliction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the declaration of my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're not an image of gold, you're the God of old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have made us, come and save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But even if you don't, even if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We will burn, we will burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song by it self doesn't really seem like something I should be singing out, talking about wanting to burn in a fire. But it is referencing the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. They wouldn't give in to Nebechadnezzer and worship his idol, so they were thrown into the fiery furnace because they believed that their God would save them and even if he chose not to save them they would still go in the fire knowing that their God is the true God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I sing those words something inside of me gets so excited to know that my God will save me, he will deliver me from my grief, my pain, my struggles. He will bring me through the fires in my life. And so I sing those words, that he will deliver me, that he has made and will save me. Then I get to the end of the song and these words are not of doubt or unbelief or sadness. I sing out "even if you don't, we will burn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take on every fire, I will stand my ground and be thrown in. And I believe and trust in my God that he will save. But if something comes along and he doesn't, I will burn for his sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane and Shane&lt;/span&gt; "Burn us up" from the album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-9213938217977470588?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/9213938217977470588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=9213938217977470588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/9213938217977470588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/9213938217977470588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-were-three-who-wouldnt-bow.html' title='There were three who wouldn&apos;t bow...'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-1865375399335393943</id><published>2007-08-14T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:02:02.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squatter, Jawbone, Outlawed, Qat...</title><content type='html'>Wendy and I don't have the internet in out apartment, yet. Maybe when I get a good job we will be able to afford all of those really cool luxuries. However, when that happens we will not have the need to hang out at Panera all the time. I think that we have been to every Panera that is within a reasonable distance to our home. Any time that we are going somewhere we plan Panera into our journey and hang out there before or after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for five dollar movie day we will be seeing the Simpsons movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we decided that we needed a board game that you can play with two people. So we went out to Walmart and bought Scrabble. Up until we bought this game I have loathed the game of Scrabble. It has always intimidated me and in all of the times I had played previously I had a hard time coming up with a word that was more than something a 5 year old would put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy is one of the smartest people that I know. She has an incredible vocabulary and knows words that I can't believe are actually words. Needless to say I thought I was going to get my butt kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played and played and played. And I have not lost a single game against anyone. Total Scrabble domination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night at approximately 9:53 PM I put down the best Scrabble word ever: Outlawed. That word landed me a whopping 158 points!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should retire now, but Wendy just bought a Scrabble Dictionary. So I suppose I need to keep playing so she can put down all those really strange words that she knows and actually be able to prove to me they are words. That's when the tables will turn and my winning will cease to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then you can call me Super Scrabble Woman. (Not to be confused with Super Flash Flood Woman, but I can see the similarities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Anberlin in 4 days. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-1865375399335393943?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/1865375399335393943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=1865375399335393943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1865375399335393943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1865375399335393943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2007/08/squatter-jawbone-outlawed-qat.html' title='Squatter, Jawbone, Outlawed, Qat...'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202948440910544093.post-1138439880002638565</id><published>2007-08-11T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:42:58.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the patron saint of lost causes...</title><content type='html'>Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update my life since I haven't posted anything relevant for a long time. I have an apartment in Pittsburgh with Wendy. It is beautiful. I was looking for a job when I first got here and I ended up working at a summer school for kids that have autism and behavioral problems. It was crazy. I got bit, scratched, kicked, punched and called about as many horrible names a 10 year old can possibly conjure up. I would come home exhausted, sometimes I would cry, other days I would have fun stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the chance to get away from being beat up, I spent most of my time with a girl who was very far behind her peers developmentally. She is autistic, not very good with fine motor skills and almost completely non-verbal (the only word she knew how to say was bye bye). But I enjoyed my time with her so much. She would walk around the classroom picking up an object in one spot and carrying it over to somewhere completely different. At first it was annoying, but as she warmed up to me it became funny. Neither student nor teacher could ever find what they were looking for and the words "Oh, Jenna" would usually follow the end of their search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never liked to sit down, it was impossible to get her to do any school work, sometimes she would just burst out screaming and she made a mess every time she ate anything. But we enjoyed time at the beach filling buckets with sand, and when all the other kids were playing on the water slide we filled up buckets of water and dumped them out over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that sounds like fun, but to get her to transition from one thing to another took enormous effort and most of the time she ended up biting herself as her coping mechanism. When she wouldn't do what she needed to or her wandering/picking up things/yelling got too much to handle we would give her food to get her to do what we wanted. As if she were some sort of pet, filling her up with treats all day long. It made me feel horrible each time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school we played with our buckets and water outside and eventually she ended up playing in the mud, just like a little kid should. When we made it inside she began to have seizures, one right after the other. We tried to get her to sit down, to clean her up, but she wouldn't sit any other time why now? She would get up and start wandering around and it would happen again, she would fall and hurt herself and I was scared to death. She would fight us if we tried to keep her sitting down, but she would fall every time she got up. It was the scariest thing I have ever been through. I feared for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried that day when I came home. I had nightmares that she was falling over and over again and there was nothing I could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days I would look into her eyes and get a blank stare in return. My heart hurt for her, for her life, for her happiness. I wanted to help her, to do everything for her, to give her whatever would make her happy, to get her to be able to do everything that she should be doing by the time she is 10 years old. But I could do nothing. She still has so much life to learn, to live and I wanted to give that all to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, someday, whenever I take all those test I have to take, fill out all those applications and send all those resumes I am going to help all the kids that are just like her. Help them in whatever way that I can. Whatever way will give them the life that they deserve to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl has changed my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202948440910544093-1138439880002638565?l=elexithymia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/feeds/1138439880002638565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202948440910544093&amp;postID=1138439880002638565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1138439880002638565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202948440910544093/posts/default/1138439880002638565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elexithymia.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-patron-saint-of-lost-causes.html' title='I am the patron saint of lost causes...'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668914466629148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRUSLvBghnY/SlwE1TGx2tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pg8L26o9s2c/S220/2642_507615797897_118600307_30379417_8057712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
