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Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
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I spent the first week of the camping season helping the new Wilderness crew get settled... and I really loved every minute. I love being vital to something -- being someone who, if you're not there, the whole operation wouldn't be the same. I know, it sounds egotisical, but it's refreshing to be more than a drone... to be flown out to accomplish a task they wouldn't trust to anyone else. And, when all's done, to have done such a good job at training that I'm no longer the only one that can do it.
But then, I also just love camp itself. I don't how many times these past several days I turned to Andrew and said, "This is my favorite part of the week" -- because whatever is happening, it's my favorite at that moment.
I love waking up and hearing the birds outside my tent the first morning. I love watching the kids play teambuilding games, and then struggle to the top of the rock wall, and pack up for their overnights. I love setting up the GPS games. I love chatting with the staff at our campout at the ranch while we yell at the kids to go to sleep, and rising the next morning to Anita's coffee and cookies. I love seeing the kids at the beach, and on the slip 'n' slide, and down the Big Mtn Bike Ride, and up the ropes course. I love eating all fruit for lunch, and almost all meat for dinner. Looking back on past years, I even love when things go wrong, and we have to figure out "OK, how are we going to handle things THIS time?" Most of all, I love talking with the kids at meals and bedtimes, and hearing their questions in counselor Bible study, and sitting around the campfire telling them stories to help them understand our God and His love for them.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
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I had a dream last night about one my favorite places, anywhere.
(Viewed in Microsoft VirtualEarth.)
Friday, October 27, 2006
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I want to break things.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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Isn't it amazing what the subconsious mind can come up with? There's an old swing song that goes, "Conjuction Junction, what's your function?" and last night as I slept, my subconscious attempted to answer exactly that question: What was the function of the original swing scene, in the sense of social and economic significance?
Well, obviously, my mind began, swing dancing began in a time of deprivation. The Lindy Hop was named after national hero Charles Lindbergh, who was the first person to fly solo across the atlantic in the 1920s -- the "Roaring 20s", of course, being a time of organized crime, tommy guns, The Great Prohibition, and speakeasys. Swing clubs were mostly developed on coastal, port cities, notably Los Angeles and New York. The reason for this, given the social context, becomes obvious: they were fronts for the shipping and receiving of illigimate goods by the Mafia. They were deliberately designed with catchy music, high spirits, and pretty girls, in order to attract the attention of incoming sailors; these men, coming in from sea, would be desperate for some frivolity, especially in the company of the fairer sex, and would do anything to gain admission -- even arrange to help steal cargo from their ship, or allow themselves to be recruited in a grander scheme of smuggling. The flashier the club was, the more exciting it was for prospective customers, and the more willing they would be to cooperate; this explains the progressively more daring moves as the dance developed, until it culminated in the flips and throws that swing became famous for.
All of it, you see, makes perfect sense. Want to know what the real function was?
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- Name: Adam
- Country: United States
- State: Washington
- Metro: Bellingham
- Birthday: 7/28/1979
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 2/3/2004

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