The past few weeks have turned out to be a tedious season of avoidance and suppression. I avoid this white-scape in which thoughts assume the form of words. Sometimes, by force of will, I do enter the white-scape, only to suppress my mind's true content.

Sunday will arrive in little more than one hour. I pray my God will show me how to rest and truly rest. Indeed he promises to do so. "Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." In fact, this repose He does not limit to a certain human day. Sabbath is not a stuffy period between the striking of twelve and twelve. Sabbath finds its basis in the man Jesus. You may toss out the concept of waiting. Soul, access rest whenever you tire and are burdened by the world. Only come to Him who is gentle and lowly in heart. Although Sabbath days are symbolic now, I find it a wonderful reminder that my body would do well to snooze regularly.

Because of my current occupation as a barista, I am now an official resident of the worldwide cult (community) of gourmet coffee critics. For me, this is a massive paradigm shift. Just three months ago, I would've stood in the snow for ten hours rather than order a specialty drink at your fancy caffeine depot. It wasn't that I disliked the taste of gourmet coffee, I just never knew what to get. I wasn't educated in coffee vernacular, and I wasn't about to humiliate myself in trying to pronounce stylish foreign words. All I knew was this: "Coffee is coffee, and I drink it black. Gimme some sugar." Yet sometimes (after I was done standing in snow for ten hours) I would muster up the courage to try a drink from the menu. It would turn out a nasty disappointment each time. I would expect coffee in my mouth... only to suffocate from the putrid fumes of steamed milk. Milk. Now that is one dietary foe that I will never never never stop warring against.

I really need to sleep soon, but I finally found a suitable Halloween costume idea. By suitable, I mean not too extravagant, cheap, and simple-to-make. I am after all a novice in Halloween party traditions.

It's no fun really it's grim To see a man's dignity yanked from him Let today be known As the day when Old Man Wheelchair Wanted to take a piss but was forbidden Today the day I was shown someone else's humiliation Today I was found wanting in courage My punishment? my comfy bed my clothes my food, my rage Never forget what you could have done but did not do Never forget what you could have done but did not do All he wanted was to use the damn Rue, you

Meg

If you all haven't seen Megan's new artwork yet, you should check it out at here. She's such a unique young woman. I'm so blessed to be with her. Several times a week, she would surprise me by bringing lunch or dinner to the coffeeshop. She'd write notes. She'd give gifts. She'd tell stories about her day. She'd open her sun-fire eyes and let me stare into her soul. At times when all I can do is wallow in self-pity, she'd put her soft, paint-encrusted hands on my chest and say: I love you. What a woman.

Heroes vs Lost? Heroes really sucks. I am so disappointed in it. Honestly, I don't see it going into its third season; I really hope it doesn't. I just got done viewing its latest episode on TV, and in my opinion, it served as very poor entertainment. Even the Bachelor was more interesting! I can't even compare Heroes to Lost; these shows are so vastly different in terms of quality, acting, story, structure, and transcendence. Lost just blows my mind. The themes of the characters in Lost overflow with relevance. The incomparable human drama. The mortal condition. Spirituality. Sociology. Trust. Fear. Idolatry. War. Humor. One-liners. Mystery. Faith. Works. Politics. Love. Lost has them all. I never thought a TV show could delve into each area so deeply, yet still weave in and out of them so seamlessly. Note this though, Lost's most astounding virtue is its 'believability.' It argues its way into a viewer's private heart-space, no matter how 'impossible' the world of Dharma Initiative may seem. Heroes? In that aspect the show is becoming quite laughable.

Why Heroes Should Go Off-Air Here I invite all those people who watch this miserable TV show to diss it or support it. I, for one, am starting to hate it. Therefore I shall start this discussion with some dissing. 1. How am I going to accept the believability of the Hiro/Yaeko/Kensei love triangle, when there is the Kate/Sawyer/Jack love triangle from LOST??!? There is no reconciling the disparity in quality... (Read More)