On the stalking of my cell phone

My cell phone is being stalked. 3 days ago, I got a phone call...make that 15 to 20 phone calls. Apparently the stalker...is a mime. No one talks, makes noise, breathes, no pc starts it's pre-recorded message of "act now". It was weird ...on Saturday, by Sunday, however, not only did it increase, it happened several times during the day. So I re-dialed it...[you guessed it] "beep,beep,beep...we're sorry, this call cannot be completed as dialed, if you feel you have reached this recording in error..." -scream & violently throw your phone against something that will shatter it!!! [which is what I wanted to do] Instead I put myself on the "do not call list".
[which, by the way is here: donotcall.gov]
You can put 3 phone numbers into it, including cell phones. If you prefer to call them:
888-382-1222.

So, in closing...
Mimes who stalk cell phones, next Jerry Springer.
Hopefully there will soon be a group for people who speed dial the same phone number they don't know.
Thank God for Weird Al....[phoney calls]

And...lastly, my cell phone...just wants to be friends, ok? ....unless, of course, you call ALL of your friends 800 times a day. Then...well... maybe not.
[this has been a "if you can't stand it, make fun of it" important public announcement.]

in the words of the weekend update desk of SNL...
Have a great day, & a pleasant tomorrow

...pt.2 [song #2]

I could try to tell you about this next band...but I'll let them do that
[Proto-Kaw, also you can look up Kerry Livgren here, & the lastest on Proto-Kaw here]

Words of Honor
[words by Kerry Livgren,
music by Proto-Kaw, from the aptly named disc: Before Became After]

Words of honor
Words of peace
Words of comfort,
that never cease
Bringing freedom,
across the earth
Tell a story
of endless worth

Deeds of valor
Deeds of old
Raise the standard
For the weak
and for the bold
Till the nations,
find release
In words of wisdom,
words of peace
Words of honor,
and words of peace

Long the days
when we could toss
our bread
upon the waters
And see beyond
the veil of tears
we sow
For soon
we walk
in fields of sun
and trace the path
we follow
That takes us
to a place
we've yet to know

Where we'll stand
in the latter rain
Purge away
every stain
As we stand
in the latter rain

Bind the future
In your vow
set the measure
here and now
Bravely walking,
toward the end
Til every enemy
can name
you friend
With words of honor,
words of peace
Words of comfort,
that never
cease

...hopefully my words are helpful, peaceful, nourishing
B

meanwhile 2 songs...[pt.1]

I have so much to say, that I'm struggling with how to put it all in print.
...while I work on that, I'll leave you with 2 songs that came to mind during discussions tonight... [I did not write either one.]

Suzie's Diet
[by everybodyduck]

Suzy
has decided
that it's time to
lose some weight.
so she's resolved to
choose with caution
just what foods
go on her plate.
She bought
chocolate milkshake powder
that she drinks
three times a day.
Once a week
a piece of frozen
diet cheesecake is okay.

But despite
all of her efforts
Suzy's weight won't
go away.
She works
30 hours a week
at Sam's All You Can Eat Buffet.

Well,
I live my life
just like
Suzy's diet.
I'm surrounded
by the things
I vow to give up
and I like it.
Yes I live
my life
like Suzy's diet
I tell myself
that I should quit
but with it
all around
I just can't help but try it.

Suzy
is discouraged
'cause she can't
take off the pounds.
And then
she feels the pains
of hunger
as her stomach
starts to growl.
So she goes
into the break room
to mix up her
diet shake
and then she quickly swallows
two servings of
Sam's chicken fried steak.

Throughout her shift
she feels
the need to sample,
taste, and try each dish.
And as she stands on
the scale at night
quicker results
are her heart wish.

Well I
live my life
just like
Suzy's diet.
I surround myself
with things I vow to
give up
and I like it.
And I'm bound
to fail
just like
Suzy's diet.
Good intentions
can't survive in bad surroundings where
you just can't help but try it.

Suzy's biggest problem
was that she
just couldn't see
she put herself in situations
where she'd be tempted
easily.
If we choose to live our lives
the way the Bible says we should
We must leave out all that tempts us
and surround ourselves
with good.
'Cause bad company
corrupts good morals
it's a proven fact.
Honesty
within herself
was all that Suzie
truly lacked.

Do you live
your life
just like Suzy's diet?
Are you surrounded
by the things
that pull you down
and do you like it?
Do you live
your life just like
Suzy's diet?
If you're still playing
with your sin
you might just fool yourself
but God's not
gonna buy it.

a concert [& a slightly forced break]

[pt. 1]

Hey there,
I went to my first concert @ The Strand Preforming Arts Center in downtown York on Tues.
i went to see Bela Fleck & The Flecktones. I knew I'd love the concert, I'd seen Bela Fleck & co. before. They had reunited with Gordon Levy [piano & Hamonica, among jaw harp & other instruments]. This made familiar tunes seem recognizable, yet fresh. It was truly amazing to see him playing a harmonica with one hand & a piano with the other, playing a dizzying flurry of notes on both at once. Levy has replaced Jeff Coffin, who will be/ has joined the Dave Matthews Band. He, too is amazing when I saw them @ York College many years ago. Coffin [a sax player] he played 2 saxophones at one time. Drummer, Roy "Futureman" Wooten, this time out played both his self created "drumitar", as well as a small acoustic set. [playing both at the same time] These men are incredible. As well as very unique. I'm so gald I got to go. Better still, my friend Joe got to see them live for the first time. We had a great time hanging out before hand.

[to hear them]

I had never gone to the Strand before. If you haven't either. Go when you get the chance. It's a great venue. The staff were very helpful & friendly. We did not realize you can get food there. It's laid out very well. The gal who cuts my hair told me, when I wondered aloud, "there's not a bad seat in there". I admit, I thought, yeah... right. There really isn't a bad seat in there. It's a nice, smaller venue. For those of you with good ears,like me, the sound was mixed extremely well. Loud enough to feel like you were there, yet I didn't feel the need to wish I had brought my earplugs. [yes, I'm 40, & for more than the last 5 years I have taken earplugs to shows. I'd like to hear...as long as I live. Forgive me... or don't]. If you like architecture like me, get there early. The place is very well restored.

[pt. 2]
sigh... I am going to be on Prednisone for about 10 days or so. So I won't be posting much at all for the rest of June.

take care,
enjoy the adventure,
see you in July,
B

Today

I have mixed feelings about the news of Bil Laden's death. As horrible as it may seem to say this way, I'm glad that someone who enjoyed killing people is no longer with us. His death does not bring anyone we lost back to us. As some in law enforcement, & government have mentioned, hopefully there will not be any retaliations. I'm thankful that no one on the SEAL team was hurt. As good as these men undoubtedly are, they can be hurt, especially in conditions like that. I can only imagine how the President, & others felt watching this as it unfolded. I have to admit, I'm not big on killing people. Yet this man would have shot me, if we met, simply because I was born in America. This idea, killing/ hating someone because of something they had no choice over... I will never understand.

I've had different emotions about this all day...
and, of course songs...
peace on Earth

I
myself
long for the day
when there are
cob webs
on tanks
that no longer work
when
the news of the day
is the death
of sin
and death
war
is told
"your job
has been phased out,
here's your pink slip"
families
can live together
fear
becomes
extinct
no one has to tell
the Devil
to go to Hell
because
we saw him
put there
the door slammed shut
and forever locked

...one day
not soon enough
my teary eyes
will see
that day
...the day
when we finally
get to say
literally
we got the Hell
outta here...

May His grace drip from your fingers,
B

not a real post, more of a post-it

Well, I wanted to post on Easter. Yet have missed the boat. As I look over this week I may not post till next week, anywhere. As tomorrow is my b-day. Normally I take off of work. Normally, I am alone on my b-day. Just me & Jesu, usually. Which has both been fun, & slightly depressing. However, my dear, sweet wife has taken the day off tomorrow as well. So, I'll be celebrating with her. Running around, "hanging out". As I have just mentioned on facebook, I do find it an ironic thing that a band I like [King Crimson] happens to be celebrating the same milestone as me. -we're both 40. And promptly asked: "is it bad to like a band that's as old as you are?". Let's hope not. Well... I'm off for now. I'll try to "make up for" this non post next week.

till then,

May His grace drip from your fingers,
may His mercy flow from your lips,
may His love wash over your mind,
like a wave crashing onto a sandy beach.
-B

something she said

"It is not what a man does that determines whether his work is sacred or secular, it is why he does it. The motive is everything. Let a man sanctify the Lord God in his heart and he can thereafter do no common act." -A.W. Tozer

I first saw this in Charlie Peacock's Love Life cd.
It came to mind as a woman spoke at The Summit @ LW, a while back.
She asked about a "more ambiguous" art form. "how do I do this & proclaim God's glory?" [actually she said it so much better, more achingly, & more "from the heart" than this] So... I'll use my photography to try to "put an answer" to her question. [it is SO much easier to have courage from behind a keyboard!]
First, I'm not trying to "save somebody". To be simple, I can't. I can't even save myself. What's more...I'm not impressed enough with me to bother to save me if I could. [if you knew me like I do, you'd understand]
Maybe you [& I] are going about it the wrong way. I always liked that song by In Reach, called God you are. "...& God you don't need, to stand on my shoulders, to reach the waiting crowd, God you are..."
When I go out... on a Sat. morning... in solitude... camera in hand. It isn't to preach about God. It is to drink deeply of his creation. To celebrate, to be swept away by/in, to thank, to praise, to be in awe, of the one who made the world... in six days... with his voice. [imagine what the rest of Him can do!]
I guess I'm saying [or trying to] get lost in creating with the creator. Don't do it for Him... rather with Him. I think you'll both get more out of the experience. You don't have to worry about whether your art is guiding someone to God. For, maybe, by guiding someone to you, you can explain the relationship that you have, that inspires you to create the way you do. So they will ask you: "what inspires you to create with such passion?" or "How do you do it?" ...& an opening arrives.
I've been asked, how do you get such pictures? It isn't where I go... it's who goes with me. It isn't the camera it's the maker of the scene in the photo. It isn't my hands... it's His. I'm just loving walking with Him. After all, if a picture is worth a thousand words... than my photos are thousand word thank yous, to the maker of all things.

May His grace drip from your fingers,
B