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I’m in class again. It is my vow to post on here every Tuesday between 6-8:20pm because…I’m bored.

But I don’t know what to post at the moment.
Oh, I was pondering something on the way over here while listening to Crosby, Stills and Nash (kickass), and it was the following.

The other Friday while Sarah and I were at a conference, the speaker made a statement that started me thinking quite a bit. He was talking about the culture of life and how our culture which is centered on the person and not others, causes our culture to be a culture of death. This is because, ultimately, any decision made is a decision made for the individual not for anyone else, therefore all that matters is your needs and hence the needs of those who cannot provide for themselves are left by the wayside. He tied in the Schiavo case and how, instead of considering what was the best for her, people immediately thought, “I wouldn’t want to be in that situation, pull the plug.” The thought was about theirself, not her.

Anyways, that’s not really the point I’m trying to make, after that he said that people were not considering the important thing with Schiavo, which was not her vegetative state, or her hunger, or her pain…but the fact that her soul was being prepared for eternity. This got me thinking. I currently do hold this belief, that every cirucmstance of our life shapes us into who we are meant to be. In eternity we will be redeemed into who we are ultimately meant to be.

So here’s my thought: If our circumstances shape us into who we ultimately must be, and if God’s final redemptive work will be done when we reach eternity…what is the point of intentionally entering into difficult circumstances to shape us while we are here on earth? Why bother. I mean, it could be so that later in life you have “the muscles” to overcome larger circumstances, which is fine and good, but whats the point for someone like Schiavo then? If her soul was being prepared for eternity, why not send it home to be completely completed?

Just something I’m thinking about. I bet there’s a good answer.

I’m all set and back on the net, lost a weekend to tech issues.

Saturday night we had a Seder dinner at my church commemorating Passover. It was a new and fun experience for my Gentile self. Food wasn’t as bad as I thought, and Maneschewitz is the sweetest wine of all time.

On that note. Schools going alright, but I’m starting to stare over my shoulder at some of the work thats been accruing. Projects up the yin-yang, the wazzoo, what the hell, up the assssss.

WoW Update: Sedra, kicken it at level 41. Leafwind, rockin steady at 34. Kephale, booya 23. And now formally introducing for the first time - Telia, level 9 human Priestess. She’s all kinds of fun to play: I made her for running around with my roommate since he wanted to start a pally.

Apartment Update: Found a place thats suitable, now just hashing out the financial details. It’s difficult because I can’t swing very much and I have two legitimate alternatives to this current situation I’m trying to work out. So…just trying for find a suitable situation.

Internship Update: I’m getting further connected as I pursue other routes. I was initially apprehensive about using my father’s contacts, pride of making it on my own, then I realized thats how the business world works anyways. They trust him, they can trust me. Of course that puts a crap load of pressure on me to perform, but I know I can perform.

This is going to be my last summer break. I better make good use of it.

ISP issues suck. I can load web pages if I’m patient, but virtually no access beyond that.

Going to look at apartments today, I gotta talk to Tim about the possibility of one of my friends rooming with me. We’ll see what he thinks. I don’t want to be stuck between being helpful to a friend in need and my current roommates comfort. Am I trying to please too many people?

Mor’Ladim
errr…More later.

Why? Why must this class be 2 hours and 20 minutes?
Gah, I still have an hour, I’m dying! Dying!

And WoW won’t patch fast…

Hurry WoW patcher, I need you…

I want an iBook.

Penny Arcade!: “As of today, I’ve pretty much had it with Gabe. The strip you see here every other day is the result of my pure gold being forcibly commingled with his utterly tragic shit. For example, I know a seven syllable word for a common mental condition that he never lets me employ in the regular course of events. Come Monday, you’re going to see Penny Arcade as it was always meant to be - with my own sure hand at the rudder. Erudite sailing analogies are just one more thing I bring to the table.”

I am afraid for the future of my favorite website…

The Halathas gets extra street cred.

He’s throwing the patch on his server for easy download.
What a guy.

Fookin ell.

Huge patch, crap. 32mb.
BAH!

I don’t want to wait…anylonger…ever again.

What do I do?
1. Watch Papal coverage.
2. Watch School of Rock.
3. Take a nap.
4. Do my finance homework.

I think I’m gonna go with a combination.

And again, Sedra in mail. 

The new Mail Suited Sedra.