With a little more than a week left to wonder what I have forgotten to do, forgotten to think about doing, and forgotten completely, I find myself posting about other things.

For my house, which has become a regular subject of conversation, I am happy to report that I have electricty, running water, a refrigerator, a real bed, and air conditioning. I even purchased a dresser at a yard sale. A friend from home volunteered his time and pressure washed and painted the exterior of my house over the weekend. Thanks Aaron. This week, I am trusting some UNCW IV alums to pick out the paint for the interior, and my office should begin to take shape in the coming weeks. I have come to realize that NONE of this is exciting for anyone but me. SO unless you ask or something crazy happens thats probably about all that I will say, with this one final caviot, I am considering plans for a huricane shelter/cellar.

Last week, I was thinking about what I would like to be better at. Without going into the details of my inadequicy, I realized through conversations with donors and alumni that we are all of us striving for perfection. As I have grown up I have come to see more ways in which I am woefully less than Christ, and even as we are to be (and are) transformed, we find more ways we are lacking. Thats why I see wisdom in my Grandfather, but he sees less. So to die therefore is gain. How wonderfully morbid.

quote of the post

If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is shame.
-counting crows

Pictures of my house


from the front














The beautiful linolium that was accidentally covered













my living room











I will post more later

Some secrets about myself.

First the medical oddities: formerly lactose intolerant, formerly asthmatic, open heart surgery at age 19, the connective thing between my upper lip and my gums is disconnected, and I have a freckle between my toes.

Closest thing to a phobia: getting my arm stuck in my shirt. When I was a kid, my mom used to dress me and one day my arm got stuck and it has freaked me out ever since.

Favorite food: Vanilla ice cream, quesadillas, spicy food

The smartest thing I ever thought: I have had brief glimpses of things way to smart to remember. One time I had figured out how to make clear concrete. Except it didn't work.

Recurring dream: I am standing in my old church except its a science exhibit and there is the globe of tv fuzz hanging too high to reach. When nobody is looking I jump up to reach it but miss and fall into a pool of TV fuzz like stuff (different than the first TV fuzz) and am forever trapped. My mom figures it out and jumps in so I won't have to be alone. Then I find a trap door that leads out to the Andrew Wyeth painting Christina's World. I usually wake up by this point.

I am exceedingly shy. I cover it up by being the center of attention. But try to start a conversation with me. You'll see.

2nd attempt at a first post.

The first post died with my internet connection.

Thats all for now