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stuff i like: impromptu adventures and the acuffs


25 Jun

it started pretty impromptu.

google alerted me to the fact that jon acuff (blogger and author) was going to be doing a book signing in atlanta…

so, i emailed b about it…

and how we should go (kidding)…

and he emailed back…

about how we should and what we could do (kidding)…

and after brainstorming and emailing back and forth for a bit…

we both kinda realized that we weren’t kidding anymore.

so, he got off early from work.

i got off early from, um, nothing (read previous post).

we grabbed hanc (my garmin), an address, and a camera, and we were on our way.

we detoured for dinner (yay olive garden and gift cards and chicken marsala!) and a couple of hours later, felix (my car) pulled up at a rather large barnes and noble. b & i enjoyed a brief author scavenger hunt and found ourselves with some locals, other non-locals, and jon acuff plus kin (kin include a beautiful wife and two gorgeous little girls).

the conversation flowed pretty smoothly, especially for a larger group (with the exception of  this one guy that had a special place in his heart for italian skinny jeans that you don’t wash for six months in order to get good creases.  how do i know this, you ask?  oh, he told us.  he told us all.)… and as the numbers dwindled a little, we were able to talk about Christianity, satire, writing, blogging, tweeting, and the most important thing that we can do: communicate Christ and his Truth…  and how that communication is far better than creating funny or having a large reader base.

i admire acuff’s satire on my subculture– and like most humor, he hits on a lot of truth in his jest.  but i must admit, my favorite posts of his are his “serious wednesdays.”  and honestly, it was that portion of our group’s face-to-face conversation that i enjoyed the most as well.  hearing just a bit of his heartbeat about his ministry, and what he enjoys the most about it, was the highlight of the signing time.

i love for my sense of humor to be engaged.  i enjoy being academically stimulated.  but the absolute best is to be spiritually challenged and edified.  the 45min – 1 hour spent at the signing incorporated all three.

i love it when that happens.  :)

(as a sidenote… another thing i loved was just observing the support the acuff family has for each other.  you can tell that he loves his family and that his family completely support him in what he’s doing.  sure, a lot of people can try and portray that sense of family just to gain a bit of popularity… but honestly, you can’t act that.  you can tell if that support is legit.  and it was with them.  that  impressed me.)

so, b & me got a few books signed,

(they look like this…)

grabbed a pic with jon and his wife and his cardboard side-hugging cut-out,

(see?)

and split a piece of chocolate raspberry cheesecake before hitting the road.

(the cheesecake was eaten too quickly for a non-blurry pic.  sorry.)

besides a creepy detour for gas (on a scale of 1-10 for creepiness, it’d be a 6.7), b & me made pretty good time back.

so, i would say that a good time was had by everyone– straight-legged-jean-man included.  :)

i deem our impromptu adventure a most definite success.

i’m ready to plan for more.

don’t you dare…


28 May

it was one of those conversation/storytelling/rememberings that easily flowed from one episode to another.

oh, you’ve had them: you get started talking about your school project…

which leads to talking about the group involved in said project…

which led you talking about that one particular girl in the group that dyed her hair burgundy…

which led your mom to talk about her hereditary grey streak she dyes over…

which leads you to talk about the fact that you (yes, you!) have a couple of white hairs (which are stress-induced, of course)…

which leads your dad to say something like “at least you have hair!”…

which leads your mom to talk about how much hair he’s lost his recently and how he is starting to look like his uncle johnny.

(um, that was purely hypothetical situation.)

(purely.)

last night was one of those.  here’s (what i like to call) the “conversation timeline.”

traveling with a lot of people on vacation –> car caravaning –> walk-talkie/sign communication between cars –> signs for bathroom –> certain family members having to “go” more than others –> how some family members are annoyed while others are trying not to wet themselves –>

and that’s when one particular memory about my sister and me smacked my memory.

and it hit my sister, too.

i smile, opening my mouth to share this particularly funny story…

now, if it were only my mom, my dad, me and her at the dinner table yesterday evening, she would have looked at me and smiled, and started to laugh, and share her side of the story, while i would have looked at her and smiled, and started to laugh, and share my side of the story, and it would have been a funny, lovely, “oh-remember-when” moment that all families have when remember stories that weren’t-funny-then-but-are-hilarious-now.

but as we simultaneously remembered this specific story, and as my mouth smiled and opened to share our mutual experience, my sister’s eyes darted across the table to where my kinda-newly-acquired boyfriend was sitting (trying to absorb the insaneness which is my family.  poor boy.).

and instead of smiling, instead of sharing, instead of giving me that knowing, amused look, she proceeded to…

shoot me the look of death.

her hand whipped from her lap, her elbow planting securely on table.  she leaned over, and with her finger aiming directly at me… eyes on fire… she commanded:

“don’t you dare!”

it took me aback for just a moment.  i re-smirked.

“no!” was her response.

i began to open my mouth and say something like, “we were in line at disney world…”

and that’s all it took.

“IT WASN’T MY FAULT!”

and then the story exploded from her own lips.

it was beautiful.

of course, the story ended up being twisted.  something about it being all my fault that she… well… nevermind.

that is her version of the story.  isn’t sympathetic to me at all.

i continue to cling to my innocence.  i mean, it’s not my fault she… well…

nevermind.

:)

quotation of the day: 04.20.10


21 Apr

travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrowmindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.  broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.

mark twain

(so true…)

can i choose my own country…?


14 Sep

i sat, staring at the settings…  there was the normal interval setting.  the weight loss setting.  the gradual hill setting.  the timed-workout setting.

i scrolled until i saw the cross-country setting.  eh, variety.

ipod? check.

water? check.

i pushed enter, and starting pedaling.

listening to my music, i closed my eyes and set a pace.  as the songs played and shuffled, i could feel the resistance in the pedals shift as well, simulating the rise and fall of geographical landmarks.  small hill here.  slightly larger hill there.  nice, effortless decent down them all.

pedal.  pedal.  pedal.

my mind sang along with the songs.

suddenly, my feet STOPPED.

i ceased mind-singing.

oh. my. word.

i pushed down on the pedals with all my might, barely making it through one rotation.  i opened my eyes.

something is wrong with this machine.

um, yeah.  something like that.  i looked down at the electronic screen at my workout map.

the schematics looked something like this:

what had been nice, innocent, rolling hills had suddenly turned into something… impossible.

what is THAT?  an ALP???

i proceeded to cross switzerland S-L-O-W-L-Y, the previously set pace coming to a screeching halt.

one minute passed.  two minutes… three… (fifty-sevennnnnn…)

my progress across the mountain was painfully slow.  quite literally.  painfully.  slow.

i looked up to see if anyone was watching.

stationary bicycles are so… unassuming.  no one can see the great mountainous heights your body is having to climb.  they just see the person, sitting on that unpadded triangular seat… suffering.  sweating.  pedaling up NOTHING.  looking like a moron.

pedal.  breathe.  pedal.  breathe.

(i suddenly realized that maybe this is what pregnant woman do at hospitals… they watch the machine and literally just concentrate on taking in air until the schematics change.)

pedal.  breathe.  pedal.  breathe.

i was almost to the top when i realized that i was glad this wasn’t real life… that i wasn’t really trying to bike up the matterhorn.  because if a real biker was pedaling the rate i was going, they wouldn’t be inching up anything…

they’d be going backwards.

i closed my eyes again, knowing i was almost… almost… to the top…  i barely opened one eye as the machine pushed me over the summit.

suddenly, the pressure released.  my feet began to fly.  i expelled a puff of air and reset the pre-alpine pace.  finished the cardio.  then did some weights.

so, here it is.  a couple of days later.  i’m about to grab my gym bag from the car and face the line of machines at the fitness center again.

i’m going for the bike today.  however, i am thinking twice about cross-country, unless there’s a setting that i can cross one of my own choosing.

i’m thinking germany would be good.

the hills are nice.

rolling.

and most importantly…

predictable.

at an internet cafe…


30 Jun

in kirschburg, germanz.  iäve decided to tzpe on this german computer exactlz like i would an american one.  apparentlz, these people use the # sign more than thez do apostropheäs.  and in case zou havenät been able to tell, thez switch the z and the y on the computer.  what i think is interesting is that, if zou read exactlz what i tzpe, exactlz how it is written, it actuallz sounds like iäm writing with a german accent…

i have several blog posts saved on mz personal computer (documenting times at russian german churches, musuems in berlin, and a concentration camp), but seeing as internet cafes make zou use the pcäs thez have, the entries must staz on mz little netbook for now.  i suppose that eventuallz, thez will make it on the blog… hopefullz before i actuallz make it back to the states.

zou know what thez sazÖ better late than never, zes_

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