Apples and Violins

I am looking at a bowl of apples right now while some others are watching "The Village" in the other room. I love the music from that movie. If you haven't seen it, just watch once, then watch it again with your eyes closed and just listen to the music. The violin is beautiful. I could listen to it all day. Anybody agree? The music is incredible. If only I could play violin.... Or at least some stringed instrument. I used to play the flute. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. I don't even know why. I just did. And I was decent, but then I stopped and haven't touched one for about four years. I also love the sound that flutes make. OHHH. The best part of the movie is coming up. And the best part of the score. Got to go. Sorry. I'll try to write something meaningful tomorrow morning. Goodnight.

DANG!! INCREDIBLE!!! I LOVE THE SOUNDTRACK!!!!!

They've Got A Lot of Coffee in Brazil.

But it's too bad that I don't drink it.

Frank Sinatra - Coffee Song,

Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no

The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You date a girl and find out later She smells just like a
percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

So your lead to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

I love this song. HAHAHAHA. Frank is hilarious, I hear Lorraine knows him, but I never got a chance to meet him. Too bad.
I would say the that Frank was one of the coolest guy's ever, but the fact that he's dead drops him below The Edge, Bono, and Coldplay's Bass Player.

SWEET.
ok.
hopefully I'll have something interesting or meaningful to say later tonight or tomorrow.

I will end this post with one last question: WHERE IS CHRIS??????????

Original Taste.

I got that title off the side of a Coke can that is sitting beside the computer. Why can't pop (or soda) taste the same as it does, but have a lot less sugar in it? If only....

I am being a tour guide once again today, following the classic route through Vancouver, Whytecliff Park, Lynn Canyon, Stanley Park, and possibly Robson Street. I have done this exact route probably fifty times. No exaggeration there. Fifty. So it isn't all that interesting. Then when I get home, I've got to go back into the Cave and continue to edit. Then later this week Josh and I have to make a short film.

It is starting to become fall here. The days have already begun to shorten, it is starting to get colder.....I hope winter comes soon.

That is all I have to say.
Have a good day.

What is going on?

Why do people try to be like the characters in P and P? Josh thinks he's like mr. darcy, but I think he's crazy. I could just as easily make myself Mr. Darcy. I am not very talkative, I am rather proud (but I'm not rich, so that helps), and I can ride a horse (when I'm asleep). HAHAHAHAHAHA. Or I could be somebody else from the movie, but it's dumb. HAHAHAHAHA. I think I'd rather be Batman. HAHAHAHAHA. I could jump off a building with my tights and cape, and land in an amazing TU right in front of the bad guys, then I could put them in jail. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm in a (not in Floridian langauge) happy mood. HAHAHAHAHAHA. HeeHeeHeeHeeHee. WOW THAt WAS A REALLY DUMB POST!!!!! But if I had to be someone from P and P, I would probably have to be Mr. Darcy, because I am not at all like anybody else. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

HMY airlines FRAGILE.

Why does the the grass grow, why do the tides flow, and what is it that makes the wind to blow?
Random. So random. I don't even know what that was.

I stayed up till 2:00 last night watching Pride and Prejudice. Dang. That is one long film. Five hours is too much all in a row like that. But I found it entertaining and occasionally funny, and I never even fell asleep.
Today I have to edit the ceremony of the wedding we filmed on Friday, so I might be online a lot today unless I have to go with Josh to drop of the Camera gear that we rented, or if I have to go to the hospital (but it's not like I would because I'm not sick or anything).HAHAHAHA that was really random to.........I'm such an idiot......hmmmmmm.....TU!!!!!!!Suspender walk!!!!!!!TU over a bench in Stanley Park in the middle of the night!!!!!!!TU on the sidewalk in Cloverdale causing everyone to laugh at me!!!!!!!hahahahahahahahaha I love random.

Hey landon, I'm not sure if you check my blog, but do you want to come over to our house today, then we can go from there and golf. I think we we should play Furry Creek, it is reight by the ocean, but it is about a hundred bucks a round so maybe not...

Did anybody get that book yet?????

I can't believe you people.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa
I'm in a happy mood.

Oh Stink.
I think that means something different to you.

OH WELL!!!!!

Today

Today at church we did an acoustic set, which I saw that Josh already posted the facts about it on his blog. We also did a song that I am really beginning to like called "Be My Guide" by a fellow named Brian Thiessen, and it goes like this....

Be my guide, God of Abraham,
Lead me by Your hand
You are strong and wise
I want to trust in You, and in all I do
Bring you honor and praise.

How I love You,
Great and Mighty King
You are Faithful
Through the ages
You never change.

Be my Guide, through the dark of night
Put all fears to flight
You are Hope and Truth
I want to trust in You, and in all I do
Bring You honor and praise.

Be my Guide, for the road ahead
And if I feel misled
You are Just and Good
I want to trust in You, and in all I do
Bring You honor and praise

It is a incredible song, and is a big hit in our church right now.
Also, if you have never read a book by the title of "The Practice of the Presence of God" by Brother Lawrence, who lived as a monk in Lorraine, France. It is mostly a book full of letters of encouragement that he wrote to various friends, but he had this idea of living in the presence of God, and so focusing every moment, and aspect life around God, that we become more and more like God, and as history would record, he lived an almost saintly life.

Here is a small quote from the book:
God's treasure is like an infinite ocean, yet a little wave of feeling, passing with the moment, contents us. Blind as we are, we hinder God, and stop the current of His graces. But when He finds a soul permeated with a living faith, He pours into it His graces and His favours plenteously; into the soul they flow like a torrent, which, after being forcibly stopped against it's ordinary course, when it has found a passage, spreads with impetuosity it's pent up flood.

Sweet.

Belly Ball, Chips, Rubberized Paint, and Crepes

We played belly bally at tonight with the singles in our church. It was sweet fun. It is late, and I have to get up early tomorrow, so if you ask about it in the comment section, I'll fill you in. Then we went to Marty's house and ate Nachos, and now I feel sick. I hate Nachos. They always make me sick. Today we painted the Jeep's floor black with this rubberized paint. I got it all over my arm and now it won't come off, so I have a rubberized arm, and am sort of feeling like Luke Skywalker. Don't even ask why....
The crepes part was random, but thinking about it reminds me of the weedwacker, the car wash, and several other insane dance moves, then the city lights by the sea wall, and TUing over a bench, and Lorraine looking like she was dead. Good times.

Alrighty. OUT>><

What is and what isn't

Random title. Again.

I got back from filming a wedding about an hour ago, did a bunch of homework that's due early tomorrow, and now have finally found the time to do a real post. I decided about half an hour ago that weddings are not my favorite type of video to make. To long of just walking around, holding back the tears in touching moments....uh....yeah, filming random people that I don't know, and eating their food, and Chatting with Taylor. But now that it's done and the fun of editing begins, it's not actually that bad.

Here are a few other thoughts randomly going through my head...;..

1. I still haven't gone for a ride in the Jeep.
2. I really am dixlexic. Today I was putting on a shirt, and I thought it was inside out, so I turned it around, then put it on. About ten minutes later I realized it was right in the first place and I was actually wearing it inside out. HAEY. YZARC STAHT.
3. I was talking to Ray today, and we decided that all punctuation marks are stupid, and useless in themselves. For example, what does this mean ",./?;:'")(_+*&^%$#@!)" ? I have no Idea. the only reason they mean anything is that some crazy lunatic trying to take over the world said that we had to use them to make our writing correct. Since then the Period, and the Comma, and the Exclamation Mark have become pounded into our heads, and hearts by ruthless teachers who seem to think these thing have some significance. But what I find especially funny is that if whoever made them up decided that we had to draw a portrait of somebody at the end of each sentence, or spit on the page to end a letter, we probably still would have happily gone along, and keyboards would be much bigger, and all laptops would be water-proof.

4. Phantom, go away, and stop confusing everyone. Or maybe everyone else is in on it, and I'm the only confused one, and you're all just laughing in Florida.
5. Lorraine, write another poem on your blog. Oh. That was a little forceful.

Would you please write another poem on your blog?
If you do I will too. I'll write something either more funny or more serious this time.

6. Stephen, any new films? Did you watch Red Eye?
It was a little cheesy.

7. Joby, go to bed.

8. Taylor, I was just going to ask if your computer works but we were just chatting like three hours ago, so I guess that means I have dixlexia, and short term memory loss.

And THis Si Eht EnD.

With drooping eyelids I say goodnight.

You guys are probably going to be getting up a few hours after I go to sleep.

Happy schooling tomorrow.
OH STINK
I forgot it is Saturday tomorrow.
Holy Crepe!
Whatever that means.

Sorry this was such a short entry.

Last thing.

Kara, put down that Jane Austin book you're reading. It;s poisoning your mind.

Good night all.

why?

I am posting at a wedding reception. Dang. it's crazy. The hotel has free wireless.

I should be doing work though.

out><

Who's the Phantom

Not that I really care. I find it funny that Josh always asks "who's the Phantom, then Lorraine always answers " I don't know josh, are you?" Fishy. I know it isn't josh because it doesn't come up when I type it in the place where you put your name, and it would if it had been used recently. So my guess is Lorraine. Always asking if it is somebody else hoping the focus will shift to somebody else! HA! Hoser!

But I am in no way sure. If anybody does know the truth, email me, because being outside of some inside joke makes me even more confused than normal.

Oxford

Another random title. Has nothing to do with this post, and only Joshua Etters knows of it's significance.

Tomorrow I'll be gone all day filming a wedding, but I have to bring my laptop so if the ceremony gets really boring and if the church has wireless internet, maybe I'll have time to post. Probably not, and as Lorraine says, "don't worry, I won't hold my breath". Weddings are pretty much the most boring thing possible to film, and believe it or not, after walking around from about 1:00pm to 11:00pm, you get really exhausted. Oh well.

Today my dad bought an old Jeep. Also very randomly. He has wanted one for a long time and finally found the perfect one. It is sweet, and even more ghetto than the Festiva.

Nothing else too important to report except that I've heard that sleep is a good thing, and if any of you Flordians (who supposedly have more fun) are still awake, go to bed. Even though it's still early. Then wake up extra early and have a good long prayer session asking God to make it snow in Florida. That would almost be better than if it snowed here.

La neve e bella.

Here isn't there. There isn't there. It's Here

That was a really random philosophical thought.

I want it to snow. Here are some snow pictures.

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Lorraine, how did you know that I don't like Dark Chocolate or Coffee?

And Kara, I actually am thoroughly disgusted by coffee, and even the thought of it is most unpleasant.

Ho bisogno di qualcosa quel gusto buen.

Purple daisies

Strange. I don't really know what to say. I want to write, but don't know what to write. I want to think, but for the moment at least, I don't really know how. Ever experienced that? I don't know why, but it has been slowly coming over me all day. My thoughts are random, my mind is wandering, I keep tripping on inanimate objects......I think I am ill. Maybe Brain Fever, or something like that. Maybe I'll fall asleep and sleep till Thursday, but when is Thursday? I can't remember what day it is. It is like one time that Josh was doing a super zoomed in shot of some daisies blowing in a field. The wind was making them sway, and light kept coming in and out from behind the clouds making it look like there was a spotlight on them, and giving them a purplish hue. It was a really abstract shot with tons going on at once, different light flashing in and out, colors whirling and switching, and the wind making the daisies dance. That's kind of how I feel right now. Not sure where to focus because so much is going on.




Just joking.
Did you think I was on the verge of a mental breakdown?
Too poetic for that probably.
HAHAhAHAHAahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!
I do feel like that, just not to that dramatic of a degree.
Any Remedy?
Other than the TU?
It isn't working.

The Great Crossway Cup

Once again, in order to be accurate about the times of the events listed in this most likely utterly boring account, I will start with just before we left for the field. I was shaving the small amount of hair on my head even shorter(and debated doing a really small mohawk), and Josh was consuming great quantities of pizza, right up till the time when we had to leave. On the way to the field the car was silent as each person silently prepared themselves for the great struggle to come. We arrived at the field, had a quick warmup then the Game was on. For anyone who didn't know, the crossway cup is a yearly church soccer match in which the players 25 and under are always trounced by the oldies. This game began a bit different, however, as the Whites (the under 25 team) got a quick boost on the oldies after a beautiful header goal by our very own Josh Sczebel. But the game was by no means sealed up, and the oldies fought back hard to score a goal on a four-on-one break down the field against White goaltender Joel Sczebel (crossed out) or in other words me.

I have to say that I did make one big save but because there were four of them and one of me, they just took the rebound and shot it in from about four feet away. At halftime I switched positions with another player, and got to play forward for the second half, while all the really little kids (including Sammy) got to take shots on the pastors who were playing goal blindfolded. It was very entertaining.

As the second half began White came on with a flurry of offence, putting up two unanswered goals both assisted by Josh and I. I also got two wide open breakaways and was robbed both times by the Oldie's Goalie. For the next Forty minutes with insufficient subs and growing fatigue the Whites held on to beat the Oldies for the first time ever in the Crossway Cup 3-1.;

Thanks for Cheering.
MY SHINS ARE REALLY BRUISED!!!!!
MY FEET ARE REALLY SORE!!!!!
MY EYES ARE ABOUT TO START TO IGNORE MY BRAIN'S COMMAND TO STAY OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUT WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ummmm..........

I just read Lorraine's attempt at poetry (and it was pretty good), so I figured I'd jump on the fad and put up some of mine.
I wrote this last night at about 9:00, and all but the first part of the first verse is mine ( the part I stole was written by a Lady by the name of Anne Steele in the 1800s). It is quite old englishy, but that is because I just happen to like that style of writing so much the better, and the way people worded things back then was far superior (in my rather inferior opinion) to how people write now. By the way I also wrote music and a melody to it so it'll have to be modernized a bit. So the way you see it now is most likely not the way you'll ever see it again. This is the first draft, the thoughts that just randomly came off my mind.
Here it is.

Refuge of my weary soul
On Thee when sorrows rise
On Thee when waves of trouble roll
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I give each rising grief
For Thou alone can heal
You shed your blood for my relief
And bore each pain I feel

When rising clouds of doubt prevail
And all my works seem dead
When every effort seems to fail
You gently raise my head
You point me to Your wondrous cross
And bid me trust Your grace
It is my only righteousness
My only hiding place

Until the day when You return
Until that final rest
Lord teach my erring heart to learn
That you will hold me fast
Teach me to trust that blood-stained cross
Trust mercy ever free
Because you paid the boundless cost
My Refuge you will be.

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

Ok
Blog posts are usually chronological so I'm going to keep to the general rule and start with yesterday.
Last night while Josh ate Bob's Burgers I settled myself down to a long night of nothingness. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go. Then my dad comes down into the cave and tells me that we should go to a Vancouver Whitecaps game( Our professional soccer team), and that we need to leave in a few minutes. We readied ourselves to leave along with my cousin Marty who came over for dinner, and left. What we realized after we had been driving for five minutes was that there was no possible way we could get to the game on time. Being a little discouraged and in need of some fun, we went back to our house grabbed our golf clubs and headed to the range instead. We reached our destination in a flash and settled our selves on the upper deck but Marty is a bit uneasy around heights so whenever he would swing he said he felt like he would fall off the edge. So we went down to ground level which made me feel like I had to swing harder (which by the way never works), which resulted in me exiting the range with an extremely sore neck, and a bit of a headache. We got into the car and my dad had a random thought (I love his random thoughts), he wondered if we wanted to go to White Rock and walk on the pier (especially because there was a Tim Horton's along the way). So through all kinds of various routes, and circumstances I ended up right back on the stairs where a week ago today I had to part with a bunch of American Hosers. I kept a straight face but I was a pretty melancholy Canadian Hoser on the inside. I actually sat down on the steps for a while and rested (being tired from golf) and reflected on all our good times, and in the end it was pretty hard to walk away again.

Ummm....yeah.....ok.......TU!!!!!!!!!

Ok now I'm better.
This afternoon we played soccer to prepare for the Crossway Cup which is tomorrow. It was hot (by Vancouver standards) and my neck was still sore from golf but after landing on it a few times while trying to learn how to cartwheel properly, it felt better. After soccer I came home and wrote a hymn, and maybe I'll post the Lyrics later tomorrow. Now after hours of kicking, swinging, cartwheeling, singing, and writing I am writing a bit more here, then I'll go to bed.

Tomorrow Josh and I are working for a guy in the church, building these huge fancy shelving units/cabnits in 3-6 Million Dollar brand new homes, so don't expect any posts until either 5:00 Vancouver time or else 11:00 Vancouver time because when we get home from work we'll probably only have about an hour till we have to go to the crossway cup (cheer for the under 25 team!) and Food will probably be the priority for that free time. I might have to play Goal in the game which would STINK because I don't like it, but I have to because I'm the best (joke)((actually extremely sarcastic joke))(((I actually STINK!!!)))
That is it. All that I have to say for this moment.
I'm just sitting here wondering why I even get to say it.

Qualche cosa bruscamente de inferno e la tolleranza.

AMEN.

Sunday

Today at church we did not sing "Jesus Thank You" or any other Pat Sczebel songs, and I mixed and thankfully didn't mess anything up. It was weird. I usually mess something up. I think it was because I wore a pink shirt. It was the first time I've ever worn a pink shirt. But that sounds a bit creepy. OK. I don't think the shirt had anything to do with it, but it was a nice change. After taking down all the stuff, Josh, Dad, and I went and ate at Subway and now are watching golf. Paradise. Almost.

Why it is always crossed out.

OK this is a bit strange.
When all the E-teamers were here they wanted everybody to sign their journals, and their shirts.
I avoided this for some time until they finally caught me and demanded a signature.
I began to write my name in someone's journal (Lorraine's I think) when all of the sudden just as I finished, I realized that I had spelt my own name wrong.

That is a bit of a strange position to be. Not knowing what else to do I began to scratch it out. That was when Lorraine exclaimed, "What are you doing!". Unwilling to admit the truth, I began a bit of a tradition of writing my name on all the stuff, then crossing it out. Except all the other times I spelt it right.

That's why now I always sign my name then cross it out. It is also why I love to sit and play "Everythings Not Lost" on my guitar because even though I seem to be mentally handicapped it could be a lot worse.

HAHAHA

uh oh

I think something I did just blew up taylor chew's computer.
His last words were " wait it stopped." then"somethings happening"
then he was gone.......

Why I made this Blog, and how it led to me squishing a field mouse, then catching one the next day

First of all,
I made this blog (before blogs were the big fad), because I wanted to comment on Josh's blog, and that was back when josh didn't know how to allow non-members to comment, thus to comment, I had to make this blog. In contrast to what the title says this actually had nothing to do with me squishing a field mouse, unless it was just some kind of natural instinct that blogs inspire (which is my best guess because Josh has recently got into Mouse-Hunting as well). The really cool thing about this blog inspired instinct is that the desire to hunt mice grows, so the night after I squished the mouse, I went back to the spot with josh, and we caught one in a net......Ok this is really a strange post, but it is my first so maybe they'll get better.

If you read this I guess you got my email. (Even though i have no links Lorraine)