Saturday, April 12, 2003

awwww yeah.

New York is a comin!

awwww yeah.

Friday, April 11, 2003

Ok. Time for some theological rambling. See if you can track with me, as I see if I can track with myself.

Ok. Book of Jonah, chapter 2, verse 4.

It reads (in English): "You cast me into the depths, into the heart of the ocean."

However. There is a note in the Hebrew Bible (placed there by 20th century editors) that says that either the phrase "into the depths" or "into the heart of the ocean" is what is known as a GLOS, or a scribal note. This means that one of the two phrases is a note placed there by the scribe to help the reader understand the passage better.

(I'm speaking, you're transcribing what I say.)
I say to you: "I threw it."
(You know that I threw a ball, but you realize that the readers may not know that)
You write: He said, "I threw it. The ball."

Anyway. How can we tell that a phrase was added? Take a look:

See how in the poetry section, one line is longer than the rest? If this was a word for word transcription, it would seem that the poetry would want to look like it had some kind of pattern (think about English and Japanese poetry. very pretty, aurally and visually). Why would one line stick out like that? BECAUSE SOMEONE ADDED SOMETHING.

Kinda weird, eh? So... what does this mean in the grand scheme of things? I don't really know. Does this mean that only one of the two words is "inspired"? Who knows? Does this mean we cannot rely on the "inerrancy" of Scripture? Who knows? I think it's pretty safe to assume that the Bibles that we have today (NIV, NAS, NKJV, NLT, pick your poison) is what God intended us to have, no matter how we arrived at this particular translation. The point of the textual criticism is to recognize that through all the language hooah, God still was able to communicate to us the message. Pretty doggone cool, if you ask me.

I would like to apologize to anyone that I lost along the way. If you've made it this far, congratulations. That's farther than I made it tonight in class.

Thursday, April 10, 2003

one of life's simple pleasures....

re-stringing a guitar. My guitar no longer sounds like butt. To 11.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

argh. giants lost. let's not talk about the ninth inning.

but pac bell park.... oooh....

Bert's ritual before the game.

Walkin' around the promenade...

Ben, Bert and Silas enjoying the beginnning of the game.

Garlic fries... grubbin. I could taste these puppies until about 2 in the morning.

Lou Seal taunts the Padres dugout. "One perverted mascot."

Benito shatters a bat on a single. Go Benny.


I've decided I need a new backpack. One like this one would be nice. (If you can't tell what it is, I'll give you a hint.... He was yelling, "coffee! get your coffee! no line here!")

So they didn't pitch to Barry, and they suffer the chicken dance.

Benito comes in to score. Go Benito.

7th inning stretch. "If they don't win it's a shame."

Well, it's a shame.

All in all, it was fun. I wish they had won. Maybe next time. Okay, lots of work today.

But I'll leave you with one last quote, spoken by a little kid seated behind us after Rich Aurilia stopped a line drive: "Did it hit him in the winkie?"

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

So today's hecka busy.

Meeting w/ vivandingrid 11ish (hopeufully)
Love-a-child DSL installation at 3
Meet for Giants game at 5 (Let's go for 8-0!)

Come home and CRASH!

See you on the other side. There will undoubtedly be pictures.

yeah, so i think i'm gonna move out of the United States. The taxes are too high here. April 15, here we come.

Sunday, April 06, 2003

a hahahahaha!

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