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Carolyn Lindner…Hebrews 13:14 What a blessing was this Christian lady! When the Lord our God begins to gather for Himself a covenant people, the Lord calls a man named Abraham. To this man the Lord God promises, I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great and you will be a blessing. I will bless you in order that you may be a blessing. The Lord our God

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I'm a little scared at the moment. That's not right, I'm not scared, scared, but more like, I don't know, freaked out...? Maybe. Not even that. Here's what it is. I did the following today. I went to the bank and got money. I rented a DVD. And I got stamps. Here's how I did it. I went to the ATM and got the money, used my check card to get the money. I used Redboxfor the first time

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I read this article with great interest earlier today. It was written by one of the Library Science students here at IUPUI. She basically asks the question what do I want to do next? Read the post and you'll see there is more to it than that, but that's the gist. I agree, when I was going through library school, I too asked myself "what kind of librarian do I want to be?" I bounced back

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Pastor: What did the women see when they looked into the tomb?Child: There was no one there!--from the children's sermon on Easter SundayA member of our church died yesterday. He had been fighting cancer for the last four years, or so. I didn't know him, but I knew he who he was. I'd seen him a few Sundays back. He was a regular church goer. He, by his regular attendance and worship was a

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Sometimes we Lutherans are accused of being a little bit Cross-obsessed. I remember the words of St. Paul in 1 Corinthians: "I was determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified" and Galatians 3: "before your eyes Jesus Christ was publicly portrayed as crucified" and think about the joy of the Easter morning message the angel gave to women was: "You seek Jesus who

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As many were astonished at you--his appearance was so marred, beyondhuman semblance,and his form beyond that of the children ofmankind --Isaiah 52:14 (ESV)From the little research I have done crucifiction was a horrible way to die. Until just recenlty when I would read the lines "and they crucified him" I didn't honestly know what that I meant. I mean I knew it meant Jesus was nailed to a cross

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"Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail..." -- Luke 23:31-32(a) ESVIts funny. I've read and re-read the description of the Jesus' betrayal and trial as well as his death and resurrection many, many times. I can't count how many times I've read about it. And I don't think I've really read that

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The Gospel According to WalterWe passed the the open Bible around & waited.Round robin, & it was my brother Walter's turn.He knucklebrowed the passage, grunted, then began"Yeah, here. Right here it says. Shepherds in the fieldskeeping watch..." he what it was he wanted.The angel of the Lord shone around themThey were terrified, but the angel said, Do not be afraidWho the fuck's he kidding? Don't

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I've been watching these videos, the New Birth Portraits. There are actually very well done "coming to faith stories" put together by Redeemer Presbyterian Church, located in New York City. The pastor of the church is a fairly well-known author, Tim Keller. I first heard about Pr Keller when my church did a four of five week "faith renewal" in-depth sermon series, bible study, etc based on his

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This guy shamed me. Made me feel small and not all that Lutheran, err I mean Loofrin. I mean "Loofrin" has been my screen name and internet identity since, I don't know when... 1996? Its an amazing video. The video discusses the The Book of Concord and why not only is it important to Lutherans, but why it should be important to all protestants (and maybe Catholics, as well). The Book of

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I am an unrepentant Bible marker. I had an argument one time in college with a righteous pre-sem guy (aren't they all) who actually took exception to my Bible marking. He thought it unbecoming and he didn't think it was respectful. I disagreed, naturally, and then quoted to him the section of the Lutheran liturgy as found in the "old, red hymnal" aka The Lutheran Hymnal that we should "read

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My friend and recent MLS graduate Erin (who seems to give me writing "prompts" via her posts) wrote a blog post dealing with her job search and some of the frustrations she is encountering. I've been fighting the same dispirited feelings. I lucked into the position I have now. I got it through a friend, its not a full time position and its barely a "professional position," but it is ina

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For some reason, 2010 has been a difficult year for me in one big way: reading. It was almost the end of March before I finally read a book all the way through. That's unusual for me. I usually read a lot. I don't read hundreds of books a year, but I do better than the average. I usually read somewhere between 45-60 books a year. I figure a book a week is pretty good. For some reason,

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I don't think I'll ever quite get used to the ease in which the internet works. I stopped by this here little blog and clicked on the counter. It seems that yesterday I had six people stop and poke around. That's kind of a big deal to me, I'm not a huge blogger, I don't post very often, something I keep meaning to fix, but never seem to really get around to. My counter usually tells me that

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I would have posted some pictures I took at the pep rally, but for two reasons. The first is they were kind of boring and second was more important, I can't get my camera to download, there seems to be a problem with the connecting wire, or the port that said wire goes into. Either way the boring pictures are still on the camera and will probably end up in a pixulated-picture graveyard,

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I'm going to the Colts' Pep rally today after work. The pep rally is in anticipation of the Colts playoff game against the New York Jets I've never been to Lucas Oil Stadium aka "The Luke", I drive by it everyday on my way home from work, but I've been inside it. I'm kind of curious to see what my raised food/drink taxes have gone. And since the Colts are the "hometown" team, as it were so

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I just "rediscovered" a blog written by a friend of mine. Well, its not so much a resdiscovery as a going back and rereading it. But now that I think about it and reread the preceeding sentence I guess it is, in fact, a rediscovery. Never mind. Really, I'm just prattering on. This blank box does that to me. I feel like I need fill the box up with words; words that in reality are don't mean

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I haven't abandonded this blog, really, I haven't. I will admit to neglecting it. The weeds seem to have sprouted and the hinges to the doors are a bit rusty, and the floorboard creek a bit when I walk around. I haven't forgotten, really, i've just been a neglectful owner. An absent landlord if you will. Has it really been 2 1/2 months, maybe more, since I last updated this blog? Yes, I

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A few weeks back I heard this phrase: "want God to laugh at you? Tell him your plans for the next six months." That's a paraphrase, but I'm sure you get the gist of it. Something has happened in my life that I am still scratching my head over, its a good thing, a blessing, but something I totally was not thinking about. I have met and started dating someone. I have a girlfriend. We have

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Lately, there has been a lot of talk about the ordination of gay and lesbian clergy to serve churches as pastors. Last weekend the ELCA, Evangelical Lutheran Church of America, voted in convention to allow openly gay men and women to be ordained and pastor their churches. The resolution was passed by a majority of 619-407. To say that I disagree with this resolution is an understatement. I

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I almost have myself convinced that I "need" an iPhone. It's not something I actually "need" at all, it is quickly becoming a "want," though. Or maybe it has been a "want" all along and suddenly my subconscious has convinced my conscious that I really do "need" it. Who knows? The next question then becomes "can I afford it?" Yes and no. I have the money to buy the phone and the money to get

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I'm reading the book Julie and Julia. It started out as a blog. Julie Powell decided to cook every recipe in the book called Mastering the Art of French Cooking and then, as we are want to do, blog about it. The blog became popular and a publisher decided to go from the digital to the analog and voila (dig the French term) a book was published, bought, and then, to beat all, made into a movie.

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It's been too long and I've neglected this blog. I've typed a few things here, but then decided I didn't like them, there was no flow, or somesuch verbal ailment that neccesatated the need to delte. I helped a friend yesterday. I got my first "gig" as a "freelance" writer, I guess you could call it. I wrote a biography that is posted on his website. I've known Brian since I think second

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Erin hinted that I needed blog more, I would, but I have been at loss as to what I should actually blog about. There is enough drivel and bad opinion in the cybersphere, and my short, not vert well thought-out blogs will do nothing more than muddy the waters, or perhaps just cause some more pond scum to cling to the edge. One must have a topic to write about. I could pontificate on nothing and

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The big news today, it seems, is the Ashton Kutcher, the actor (term loosely used) has reached a pinnacle that, to this point, has been unheard of: a million plus Twitter followers. I, too, use twitter I have a grand total, of, drumroll please, nine followers, I think. Well, I must clarify, I don't use twitter use twitter, if you get my meaning. I do play around with it and send pithy (okay not

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The Feb. 22, 2009 issue of Time magazine had an interesting article about Facebook.  The article was entitled: Facebook is for Old People.   It was one of those little pity articles that Timemagazine is good for.  Light fare, nothing too hard to handle.  The premise for the article is this: any one over the age of 30 is a perfect fit for Facebook because, well, we feel sentimental about the past,

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I always knew that being a librarian would not be glamorous. Let me rephrase that, I suspected it wouldn't be all that glamorous and, to a degree, I was right. It isn't. It is enjoyable, but not especially glamorous, which is fine by me. There is one problem, though. One teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy problem that I hadn't really thought about. It can be boring. Particularly on a Friday

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Rain. That's the way to describe today. Rain. Lots of it. More than I care to see, but I suppose in the great scheme of things, it is better it rain three inches than snow three feet. Neither is very pleasant, but I'll take rain over snow any day and yes, that includes Christmas Eve. White Christmas's are overrated.Its even grey outside. Not just cloudy, but grey. Dark grey.

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Its cold outside.  Bitter cold.  Its the kind of cold, that if there is wind, it finds the proverbial hole in your pants.  Yes, its that cold.  I like cold weather, but a friend of mine said something, somewhat off-handedly that made me feel a bit bad when I said I liked cold weather.  She said, that's nice, I don't work outside.  That stopped me in my tracks.  I don't have to work outside.  I

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I did something this morning that I haven't done in a long time: I slipped and fell on some ice. I landed hard on my left hip. I didn't hurt myself, at least not that I feel, but I think I might of tweaked my back a little when I landed. I guess we'll see what happens as the day progresses. It was that proverbial "black ice," or clear ice. I didn't see it and before I knew it, boom, down I

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I get to work sixty hours this week.  If you count this past saturday and tack it on to this week, it'll be sixty-eight.  I worked last night for an eight hour shift and I can tell, that I've grown soft.  I lost my retail legs.  I've been limping around today, favoring my left leg a bit.  The retail legs will come back soon enough.  I'm sitting in the library, at the reference desk.  Its the

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My mom and I have really missed my dad the last two weeks, or so. Not in the crying our eyes out, mourning, putting on sackclothe kind of way. No, it was more of a "man, we miss him because he did this, or that to make things a little easier." Case in point: Christmas decorations. In years past we would take one day and get everything up. I would up the tree, my dad would sit on the couch

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My head is a barometer. Really, it is. A cranial shaped barometer. I can tell if the air pressure has gone up or down just by how my head feels. The weather changes drastically, I'm going to have a headache. The weather turns rainy for a while, my sinuses will run like Seabiscuit on the homestretch. Today, I have a fairly unpleasant throb in my noggin. Its not a migraine, thank God, but

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I have lived in Indiana for six years. It will be seven next September. In all that time there has been an Aldi Food Store on the corner near my home since before we moved here. It is a rather nondescript building, brown, flat roofed, and in the great scheme of things, its rather squat in shape. In short, it doesn't have "flash" of, say, a Kroger.So my mom and I, after running some rather

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The election is over. Thank God. I have the same feeling right now, I do after a scary doctor's visit: relief. Its done and in the books. Obama, the Messiah, has been crowned and in a few months time he will ascend to his throne. I have heard this today: "for the first time in my life I am proud of my country." Huh? I am proud of my country every day. While I'm not exactly pleased with

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The seasons are changing and I welcome it. There is a distinct cooling in the air, pumpkins are starting to sprout on front porches, and costume stores are on every corner. Haunted houses are being touted. The leaves are changing from the chameleon green to the more natural red, yellows, and oranges. The days are getting shorter. My sweater doesn't seem so out of place now. We are deep into

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A whirlwind trip to Maryland, done. It was a quick weekend. As I look back at it, I think I spent more time in the car going and coming back than actually on vacation. We went to the mountains of Western Maryland. We go there a lot, more than we should probably, but to hell with it, that's my "homeplace" as the oldtimers used to call it. The leaves were just starting to turn from their thick

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Taking a break from reading. I'm re-re-reading Travels with Charley, by John Steinbeck. Its one of those books that never quite got the notice his other books like Grapes of Wrath, or Of Mice and Men recieved and that's too bad. Almost sad, really.Those other books are good, great even, but there is something about them doesn't really resonate with me. That is particularly true with Grapes of

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I have gotten rather spoiled quickly by my new job. If for no other reason than I have annoyingly regular schedule. I'm not complaining at all, actually. It is nice to be able to go to work at nine or ten and able to come home at five or six, seven on Tuesdays. It's nice to have Friday evenings off, if I want I can do something, I haven't done much with them, though. Its nice to wake up on

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I've been listening into the debate between the bobbleheaded politicians we have to pick from this evening. I'm not actively watching it, but I am sort of listening to it. One thing comes across clearly. Neither bobblehead McCain or bobblehead Obama like each other. They really don't. I think I'm gonna watch a movie.

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I love research. I really do. I think that's part of the reason I got into the whole librarian thing. I can help others research and when I have some downtime I, too, can research topics that interest me. Lately, I have gotten re-turned on to Confederacy of Dunces. I just reread the novel and I was totally blown away (again) by what a good, well written, funny, tour de force it is. It is a

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Today's weather is blissful. The softedge of autumn has made a subtle appearance. The sun is hot, but the air that breezes through campus conteracts the late summer rays of dear Mister Sol. I ate my lunch this afternoon outside. I prefer to do that, it gets me out and about, I can take a short walk and I can see what's happening on campus. While I was working on my masters, I was only on

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My desk is located in the "Triangle." The Triangle is a room that is shaped like a triangle, hence the name. Its not shaped like a right triangle, one could probably say that it is in the shape of an Isosceles Triangle. It is a windowless office. There are four cubicles back to back. Jeff sits at the one on the other side of my little pincushion wall. Shalanda to my back. There is another

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It is an interesting excercise to visit my internet tracker. I check it regularly, not to see how many people have bumped into my little slice of cyber-heaven, but see how they found it. I love looking at the keywords. SOmetimes they're funny, sometimes I scratch my head and wonder how those words found this blog. Its not really important what the words are, because I don't have any examples.

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When did libraries become publishing houses? I am amazed at the amount of printing/photcopying that goes on this library. I'm sure I did it when I was doing my schooling, but certainly not this much, right? The other day someone put 15, you read that right, fifteen reems of paper into our various printing machines... that wasn't enough by the end of the day. We charge .04 cents a page, why? A

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The Cinema world is going to be different from here on out. The Movie-Voice Guy, Don LaFontaine died this morning at the age of 68. You may not know who he is, but you know who he is. LaFontaine was that deep voiced "In a world where..." movie trailer guy. It wasn't a movie trailer until you heard his voice. I think he did every movie trailer I ever saw throughout my childhood. He was one of

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so i was watching cnn last evening. that's always a fun thing to do. particularly when anderson cooper gets on there and starts over reporting and getting all kinds of dramatic in his one-size-too-small black t-shirt and looking so, i don't know, anderson cooperish. here's to hoping someone pops him inna mouf some day. whatta tough guy. and lookit at his gun show. careful man, with those

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I was sick most of the day today. I woke up throwing up and headachie. It honestly sucked. I called off from work from the bookstore and I have a feeling that was a not a very good idea. i'm sure the bossman wasn't happy. I could hear it in the long silence as I told him I wasn't coming in. I slept most of the morning. I've been pulling about 50 hours a week of work the last three weeks, I

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This is the last picture of my father in his pastoral robes. He is second from the left in the front row. That smile is genuine. He genuinely loved being a pastor and loved ministry. He passed away six months ago last Sunday. Its hard for me to believe that a half of a year has gone by so quickly. My mother and I are doing well. We both miss him, but together we have worked through the

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The semester starts on Wednesday. As is my new custom, I took a walk over to the new regally named Campus Center after I finished my lunch. The place is a wash with new students. The Barnes & Noble college bookstore is making money hand over fist. It was kind of cute to see students walking about heavy laden with thick tomed textbooks in the crock of their elbow, spilling down to their knees.

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Not much happens in Indianapolis. I think that's part of the reason that Indianapolis is often called Indian-no-place. So be it. It seems, though, at this hour something is happening. I was outside munching my lunch when I realized that there were multiple helicopters hovering in place just to the south of where I was sitting. I didn't think much of it and returned to my lunch and my book.

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Keywords. Search terms. Databases. More training today. Each librarian in this library has been given 30 minutes to clue me and the G.A.'s how the various databases in their respective "area of expertise" works. Training, like meetings, makes my eyes roll around in my head. I know its important, but you can show me how to do something a hundred times and I won't remember it, let me play

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August eighth would have been my parents' thirty-seventh wedding anniversary. With the summer Olympics in full swing I have heard some interesting things about Chinese numerology and their belief that the number eight is the most lucky numer there is. My parents were married on August 8, 1971, 8/8/8 (that is if you add 7+1). They were blessed many times through course of their marriage and

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A few weeks ago, on our way home from Western Maryland, my mom and I stopped at the Barnes & Noble in Morgantown, West Virginia (it is one of my favorite BN's ever, I'm not really sure why, but I really do enjoy stopping there). while I was there, I bought the new Criterion release of Jacques Tati's film Trafic. Tati was a French comedic actor and movie directory. His movies include M. Hulot's

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The Interloper, aka Barnsey The Muscle, the Bouncer, aka Emma You wanna piece of me? Well, do you? Its go time! That was a warning, bub.

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Watching Asian gangster movies is fun. They are so much more fun than American gangster movies. American gangster movies have this thing called plot. This thing called plot can often get in the way of the good old fashioned gunplay and lord knows we need more gunplay in the gangster movies. I am, at present, watching Hardboiled. The great John Woo film; it was his last before he came to

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The Cubes. For the first time in my life I have an "office." Okay, its more like a cubicle. It is located behind the door that states Library Personel Only, in big black letters. The door is an offwhite, perhaps slightly greyish door. It has a shiny silver knob on it. I push said knob down, said door opens. Walk down the hallway and to your left are a couple of offices, there is a pile of

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Sunday is such an odd day. Particularly this time of year. After church there isn't much to do; no football to watch. The baseball season hasn't yet really started to heat up. sure I could have watched Baseball Tonight on ESPN been "treated" to another game between two of the teams I could care less about: Yankees and Red Sox. As far as I can tell they are the only two teams in the country.

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The reason why we went to Accident in the first place to attend the ordination service of Rev. David Oester, recently graduated from Concordia Seminary, Ft. Wayne, IN. Rev. Oester is the guy in the middle of the picture. His family used to be members of the church my father served in the Cove, about four miles outside of town. But there was some turmoil in the church a few years before we

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Its always a bit of a let down to come home from a vacation. This time it was particularly so. My mom and I went to Western Maryland, Accident, to be exact, for a few days. For two days I did nothing, and I mean this almost literally, except sit on a porch and look out on to God's great creation. Let me put it to you this way, this is how "rural" Garrett County is: there aren't any Starbucks

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I had a dentist appointment this morning. I don't like going to the dentist. Never have, probably never will. I'm somewhat uncomfortable with people sticking their latex covered fingers into my mouth. My mouth is only so big and yet there's two sets of fingers, the dentist and his assisstant, pushing and pulling and poking. Its not much fun. The right side of my face, particularly my tongue

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I am essentially done cleaning my father's office. I took the last batch of books, 13 boxes, to HalfPriceBooks this afternoon. That was the second of two loads, actually. The first was taken earlier in the morning. All told, today's "haul," if I can call it that amounted to fifty bucks. We were able to get roughly 200 dollars for everything. That's about a hundred dollars more than we were

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I was digging around on my "my pictures" program this evening when I found this picture. Its a picture of my father and my two cats (Woody, on the left, and Emma, on the right). I haven't the foggiest idea what they are looking at, or why my father is smiling. Its seems to be have taken in the fall, or winter. Either way, it is a snapshot that really captures him and his general outlook on

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I tried reading Jack Kerouac's On the Road a couple times. I never got very far into it. I'm not sure if it was the writing style, the topic, or just my frame of mind, but I never really, to use a beat term: dug it, baby. I tried to read the thing probably three times and never got much further than. I did however, listen to it on cd one summer as drove to and from work. Matt Dillon read it

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I had one of those "oh, great" moments this evening while flipping around channels on the tv-- and I meant that in a totally factitious way. I stumbled upon CNN's Live with Larry King, and there was a panel of guys on telling America how the "young vote" might go. I hadn't heard of two of them before. The one I had heard of was Luke Russert. His tagline under his talking head was "independent

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I slept like a rock last night. I don't think I moved an inche. That's a good thing because I moved a mountain of books yesterday, this included a bookcase. I got serious yesterday about my dad's books. I went through everything. I seperated books by topic, sort of. In the process they got mixed up, but that's okay. I seperated theology books (this includes a full box of Luther's Works,

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Dear Luke,I'm sure you're still in shock. Your dad died so suddenly. The hardest thing you had to do this morning was get out of bed and look at the front page of the paper and see the headline that your father had died yesterday. I'll try not to say the cliches, you'll hear plenty of those over the next few days. That's part of the territory. It just kind of has to happen. Its part of the

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I don't know what to call what I had today. Was it an interview? Maybe. Let's call it an interview just for fun and semantics. A friend of mine has gotten a job as a librarian in one of the universities in Atlanta. He works at the reference desk at IUPUI's main library. I stopped by last week to wish him well and godspeed. While I chatted with him I gave him my resume and asked him to pass

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If there is one thing that really makes Emma, my little white cat, metaphysically scrath her head, it is this: watering plants. She's a smart cat, really, almost too smart for her own good. Sometimes, if I watch her close I can almost see her little feline wheels a-turnin as she figures and postulates a new problem. She has yet to crack the whole watering-the-plants-thing. She just doesn't

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I'm not sure I have anything worth writing about, but its been a while since I stopped by and put my poorly written missives on this great thing called the world wide web. I have to wonder if the title is from a song lyric, I don't rightly know; its one of those keyword searches that landed someone here in my little cyber slice of heaven. So, I got nothin, so I won't write nothin.

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I've been doing a lot of reading lately. I think I'm to something like 15 books this year. I've made a list of the books I've read (I'll post it eventually). One of the cool perks I have at work is I can borrow hardcover books. I borrow them, read them, and then return them. It's a great money saver, but it also allows me to become familiar with product. The last book I read was Snuff by

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I've decided to do a new series of posts, or at least use a different way of coming up with titles. I won't completely do away with the "In Which Your Faithful Narrator..." series, but I think I'm going to start doing a "here's how you found me" series. What I'm going to do is just use the most interesting ones as titles for posts. That's what this title is, I saw it on my little tracker that

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The above picture is a polaroid of my father's headstone. It was placed last week or so. My mom and I haven't been to Accident, MD yet, to actually see the stone, but we will sometime in the near future. My dad would of like the stone. It fits the cememtary and isn't ostentatious at all. It blends in nicely. The most important part of the whole thing is that he is amongst his congregation.

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The title is one of the "key words" that was used to find my blog. I get a kick out of seeing the words people use to find my blog. in a strange way, that title is a poem. What's funny is this: through misspelling, they found my blog. I do believe that the "i've been a loof" should actually be "i've been aloof." I don't have much more to say than that. It just kind brightened up my day.

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I wish I had some good news on the job front, but I don't. I was again denied gainful library employment because of the great experience cunundrum. I was not hired because I didn't have experience that I needed. How does one get said experience if one doesn't get hired? So, that search continues. I will, for the foreseeable future push books and contiue to apply for gainful library

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My father's headstone is being placed this weekend. So, he is no longer in an unmarked grave. Hopefully, my mom and I will be able to get to Accident, MD in the very near future to see it and plant/lay flowers. I have had too much coffee today. I'm a little jittery and a bit jumpy. I asked for the wrong sized coffee at the BN Starbuck's cafe. I wanted a grande, but I asked for a venti.

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I have always contended that there is no such thing as "six degrees of seperation" in the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod. No, its more like three degrees of seperation. Case in point: Rev. Lehmann: I don't know him personally, not yet at least, but I know who he is. And he is the new pastor at the church my father served at from 1986-1995, in Accident, Maryland. I grew up in Accident. I went

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I have learned on unadulterated truth when it comes to libraries. They are glacially slow in their hiring. I had my second interview with the library Thursday last. I was hoping they'd let me know yay or nay by today, but alas, it was not to be. So, I sit and wait. I checked the website today and the job is still posted, that gives me hope that it hasn't yet been filled and when it is filled

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I had my second interview yesterday for the the Adult Services Librarian position. I think it went well, but I'm never really sure when it comes to interviews. It felt good and I think I answered the questions they asked me alright, but still, there's this little nagging feeling going on inside that scares me. Now, its a waiting game. I'll find out sometime next week if I get the job or not.

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I'm tired today. I worked early at the bookstore and now I'm working late at the law library. I did this yesterday, too. I'm tired. I get to work early tomorrow at the bookstore, but no law library. That's fine by me. I'll sleep a bit tomorrow afternoon, maybe. That'll be nice. Maybe I'll read a book, that will certainly put me to sleep, not because the book is boring, but because reading

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I took one of my cats to the vet today: Woody. He's about five or six years old, grey, and he must have some persian in him. He is shaped a bit like a square. He is short and squat, long haired, with a long bushy tail. His tail, in truth reminds me of a duster. I took him to the vet today because yesterday I noticed his left eye was very teary and when he looked at me he would close his eye

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My dad used to keep a daily journal. Matter of fact, he kept it for 58 years. And when I say daily I mean it, literally. There are twelve letter boxes and two magazine boxes full of his journals. He started writing them when he was about 12 or so. He always told me that he had been inspired to keep a journal by Archie, the comic, I don't remember if he said he had seen it in a Sunday comic

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i have a vice. its not really a vice, per se, i guess. a vice, in general definition usually means something really bad like, i don't know-- drug abuse, alcoholism, etc, etc. no, my "vice" (note the quotes) is Criterion DVDs. to discover what criterion dvds are feel free to check out their website. these dvds tend to be expensive, okay, they are expensive. not prohibitively expensive, but

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The NCAA Basketball Tourney is full swing. Brackets have been filled (not by me, mind you, but others) and Bob Knight has been given a bully pulpit on ESPN. I guess everything is right with the world. Unless of course, you've been talking to the uber-Lutherans who are in an uproar over the cancellation of a radio program called Issues, that I've one, never heard of and two, never heard.My

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I saw this car today in the parking lot outside of the law school. I literally did a double take. The first thing I thought was "that car automatically loses against an SUV." What am I saying? It would probably lose against my Cobalt. Though, at the same time, I thought it kind of cool. I have a little toy car somewhere that I've had for years. I mean absolutely years, its probably 20

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I've had a cold for the last two days and it has been a rather unpleasant experience. Its that "gunk," for lack of a better word, that has been going around. Luckily, it isn't the flu (I got my flu shot this fall). I've got a stuffy head, plugged up ears, and a sore nose from blowing. My current condition on the health front made for an interesting day. I had a job interview for an "adult

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I'm working the law library tonight. I get to go back to work at my bookstore tomorrow night. There is a part of me that is excited about this, but, then, there is a part that is actually kind of frightened and I'm not sure why. Part of it, I think, is the fact that I haven't been at the bookstore in quite a while. I think I've worked about a week and half the last five weeks. Its not

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"Peace in the Valley"This is the place where my father rests. It is in the mountains of Western Maryland. I took this last week before we left. It snowed that weekend. As a matter of fact, the day we left was the nicest day we had. I hadn't seen the blue sky all weekend, or for that matter, since we had left Indiana. If you look carefully, you'll see a black roofed church. That's the

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I woke up this morning about 9:30 to the sound and feeling of my big grey cat pawing my bed, telling me it was time to eat. I opened my eyes and looked around, for a second I wasn't sure where I was. I was in a fog. Quickly, though, my mind snapped into place and I realized I was home, in Greenwood and one of the longest weekends in my life had come to a close. Yesterday afternoon, as my mom

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my dad's funeral is tomorrow at 11 o'clock am. my mom and i are packed and ready to go. we will be driving to Maryland after the service. My dad is going to be buried in the cemetery of St. Lutheran Church "the Cove," Accident, MD. He served there for 10 years and that congregation was a blessing to him in more ways than I can even talk about. The funeral arrangements have all been made.

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Its Monday, right? It feels like Wednesday to me. These last 48 hours are a blur. Actually, maybe the last 72 hours are the blur. At one point today I literally sat down and couldn't remember what day it was today. I actually thought it was Tuesday. So much happened in the last two days that I can't quite, in my own mind, get it all straight. I think part of it is that I had two cups of

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As many of you may know, my father, Ernest Lindner, passed away on February 17th. I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you for being so helpful the last month as my mother and I have dealt with his illness and hospitalization. My mother and I would like to thank all of you for your kind words and prayers during this time. My father’s funeral will be on Thursday, Feb. 21st, at 11 am,

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Rev. Ernest G. LindnerApril 5, 1937 - February 17, 2008Rest in Peace. God bless you and keep you. I love you and always will.

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My dad died this morning at approximately 4:10. He died in the hospital. I was with him at the end. He went peacefully and with no pain. He is with the Lord in His Heavenly reward and for that I am thankful. He has no more suffering. He is in his glory. His last words to me were "How are the roads?" I think there is meaning in those words. I really do.Thank you, again, for your prayers

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how to describe what is going on now. i'm not sure. my feelings are mixed up. i have a lump in my throat as i write this. my father is fading. i doubt seriously he will live through the weekend. i pray for a quick release. that the Lord Jesus come to his servant take him to his reward. that is my prayer. i love you dad. thank you for the blessings of faith and love that you gave to me.

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I am sitting with my father right now in the hospital. The hospital has a WiFi netword that I am able to use with my laptop. We are watching Wheel of Fortune. He is resting comfortably and is in good spirits. As a matter of fact I'd say he is probably more comfortable now than at any time in the last three weeks. If nothing else, the floor he is on in the hospital is probably the quitest

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To describe today I have to use words like "exhausting," "heart wrenching," and "peaceful."My father was taken back to the hospital this morning about seven with chest pains. He is a very sick man. Very sick. He is getting weaker. Yesterday, while at the rehab center, he became winded and very tired. During the evening he was restless. He said he didn't eat the night before, he felt sick.

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