that is so random

I was cleaning out my desk today and came across several random quotes I had written down over the last few weeks that had caught my attention for one reason or another and I thought I would share them, because I'm nice like that.

"Do you think it's weird that I'm sort of attracted to someone who, at some point in his life, has probably put on a magic show?" ~ What I Like About You

"Rob, feeling better, bought a bass guitar." ~ my journal

"Doesn't anyone appreciate the traditional captive/captor relationship anymore?"
~ Kim Possible Movie

"First of all that's the geeky computer guy. It's bad enough I have to go out with a loser who still lives with his mom, but you led me to believe it was the handsome, minimum wage, slacker."
~ Failure to Launch

"A blog moves the journal past the merely personal and inward pursuit and invites others into the journey, becoming a communal process. Theological reflection is necessarily a communal process, and so blogging can be a bridge between journaling and the process of reflective theology."
~ Patrick Comerford.

(Snuck a deep one on at the end!)

a summation of my journey over the last several years:

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." ~Albert Camus

this isn't a real post

I just wanted to say "sorry" about not posting for a while. We have no internet at our house right now and I'm funny about what I do and do not like to do online on other people's computers. Blogging is one of the things I do not like to do anywhere but on my own computer. So, I will return and hopefully soon!

the real things of our life as they exist

I have been hearing a lot lately about how important it is for me to journal during this time. I'm not sure why exactly, but I'm doing my best (which mostly constitutes thinking about what I should journal). Since this has been on my mind I really enjoyed reading this quote on a blog I follow.

“Recording the details of our lives is a stance against bombs with their mass ability to kill, against too much speed and efficiency. A writer must say yes to life, to all of life: the water glasses, the Kemp’s half-and-half, the ketchup on the counter. It is not a writer’s task to say, ‘It is dumb to live in a small town or to eat in a cafe when you can eat macrobiotic at home.’ Our task is to say a holy yes to the real things of our life as they exist - the real truth of who we are: several pounds overweight, the gray, cold street outside, the Christmas tinsel in the showcase, the Jewish writer in the orange booth across from her blond friend who has black children. We must become writers who accept things as they are, come to love the details, and step forward with a yes on our lips so there can be no more noes in the world, noes that invalidate life and stop these details from continuing.”
-Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones