"I will hang my head, hang my head low"

Ah, the new Decemberists album is like opening a window after a rainstorm and smelling the fresh, clean outside. So amazing.

I have work for the rest of the week. Praise the Lord for it, because now I know I can pay for my books this semester. He always provides. I don't know why I worry.

Here's some funny video I found online. If you enjoy American history, or the dramatic presence of David Gross, you should like it.





---Brandon

"I always figured that the Scranton branch would close. I just thought it would be because Michael sold it for some magic beans."

Psychological torture, eh?

I found something interesting on Youtube.




So believing that God sent Jesus Christ into the world to die as a ransom for the sins of mankind and that He rose again and conquered death and that He is omnipresent with us on earth and that those who don't believe in His salvation go to hell is psychological torture, eh? Hmmm...wouldn't it only be torture to throw that last part in someone's face with intent to badger them? Our act of belief hardly counts as torture since belief is something we do and torture is omething that is done to others.

We can't believe to other people. We believe with people.

I'm sorry if you were horribly wronged by a poor representation of the love, power, and message of God through Jesus Christ. And as a "logical, free-thinking" person, yeah i suppose you're entitled to make a choice about what you believe. But let me ask you this logical question.

I'm assuming you're against ministries that encourage people to believe in the message of Christ by denouncing other forms of wolrdviews. in your words, this would seem to amount to "psychological torture". My question is: Is an effort to make people renounce God by deeming it useless and incompetent any different?

--Brandon

"These are the days it never rains, but it pours"

So I played a gig with some friends the other night, and I got some photos to prove it.

Good times, good music, and coffee and smoothies. Not really much more you could ask for on a Friday night. Also, if anyone wants to visit Historic Rectortown, I can tell you how to get there.

i'm getting hooked on another game. This time the culprit is Age of Empires 3. I'd stop...but it's just so much fun.

The other day I drove through a drive-thru and didn't buy anything. I literally drove straight through. Someone in the carpool changed their mind at the last second. Hilarity ensued.

Blogger practically forced me to upgrade to the new Blogger. I didn't like that very much.

I have to wake up in 6 hours to play at my second to last Sunday at History Church. saying that makes me sad.

Song of the moment is "Dogs" by Damien Rice.

--Brandon

"She's like an angel and she burns my eyes."

"Okay, Universe. You win."

Hahahahahaha! Take that, Pats! Looks like some Colts are going to sunny, sunny Miami and...well you guys still get ice cream at Dairy Queen.

is it just me or does Bill Belichick seem to have the personality of that tree root that always ends up beneath your tent on family camping trips?

Ah well. I still have an England paper to write. I'm halfway done. I hope i get good grades.

I need to be more vocal about my faith. I think that many times I just have my "Christian crew" and I tell other people sometimes. That's wrong. I should be driving people nuts with trying to get them the hear about the love of Christ.

Okay, I'm done.

Hey, before I end, my church, History Church, in Sterling, VA is trying to raise money to move to a new building in Reston Town Center. They need $25,000 to cover costs. If you guys could stop by theonehundred.info and donate whatever you can...it would be swell and much appreciated.

--Brandon

"Hoppipola"

"You hold your hands like they were broken."

Well, in about an hour, another birthday is in the books. This was one good birthday though. A little moneymakin' at Redskin Park, some Red Robin Chocolate shake with my bro and my dad, and some Killian's Irish Red and Rolling Rock at Friday's with the band and other peoples.

A good day.

So now I am just chilling out to Matt Pond PA and thinking about the day, the next song that can save the world, Battlestar Galactica, and the dream I had last night.
Actually now i am just thinking about the last one. Man, it was good.

In case you haven't heard, I will not be at Messiah tomorrow. But I will be there on Monday.

I was thinking at work today. About the different names for God and such. There's alot: Prince of Peace, Abba Father, "God with us", Lord of Lords. And I'm pretty sure it's not because God likes titles. I was thinking, as I sat, that maybe it has to do with the multi-facetedness of God's nature. It seems like there are so many dimensions to Him.

I think that this is because people respond to God differently. I think that in America, we get too focused on one view of God sometimes. Maybe on the God pictured as a liberator. But it's strange. Some people don't conncect with that as much. Some people havea hard time responding to God as a Father, maybe because of past emotional and physical abuse from father figures. But they respond to God as a healer because that is what speaks most to them: the healing of God's love.

Others who are torn apart and scarred by war may not appreciate the view of God as a warrior. But they can resonate with the Prince of Peace and the view of God as a Protector. i'm not saying this to advocate the picking and choosing of what we like about God...just to point out that God has so many facets and is so great and vast that He is approachable by everyone.

That thought comforted me.

Anyways, here is song #7 in the "Song's that can save the world"


"I'm a Cuckoo"

I'm glad to see you
I had a funny dream
And you were wearing funny shoes
You were going to a dance
You were dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember

I'm glad to see you
I'm outside the house
I'm not thinking right today
I've got no energy
I'm glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about your day

Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
I'm wondering how things could've been

I'm happy for you
You've made it hard for me
I counted on your company
You are staying with your friends tonight
I'm feeling sorry for myself
I keep taking everything to be a sign

I'm happy for you
But now I know this hurt is poison
Too sharp to be bled
I'm sitting on my empty bed
I'm on my empty bed
At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding

I'd rather be in Tokyo
I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo

Scary moment, lovin' every moment
I was high from playing shows
We lost a singer to her clothes
My trouble raised its ugly head
I was revealed
And I was home in bed
I was a kid again

Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world
And protect the wayward child
But I'm a little lost sheep
I need my Bo Peep
You know I need My Shepherd here tonight

Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
I'm wondering how things could've been

I'd like to see you
But really I should stay away
And let you settle down
I've got no claims to your crown
I was the boss of you
And I loved you
You know I loved you
It's all over now

And I was there for you
When you were lonely
I was there when you were bad
I was there when you were sad
Now it's my time of need
I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side?

I'd rather be in Tokyo
I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo.


--Brandon


"Officer, I've never gone 25."

It buzzes like a fridge.

Well, let's face it...I'm terrible at updating.

J-term starts tomorrow and I wont be there. This makes me both sad and excited. Sad, because no one can compare to my Messiah friends. Excited because I get to work and make money instead. It'll be nice to have cash.

By the way, my new room assignment is Mellinger B102. I'm emailing roommates and RD's letting them know the "No Brandon for J-term" situation. I'm hoping everything gets sorted out.

Now I just have to finish my assignment for England. And make cash. And turn 21.

Watch this. It's the funniest thing I have seen in a long long long time.




"After all these implements and texts designed by intellects so vexed to find that apparently there's been so much that hides..."