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Kill Bill, Volume One

Saw Kill Bill, Volume One, wednesday night at 10:00pm. WOW. Tarantino is unbelievable. From start to finish, this movie is a masterpiece. Pop legend has it that he and Uma Thurman got the idea together and wrote the screenplay on napkins during the shooting of Pulp Fiction.

Kill Bill is probably the bloodiest movie of America cinematic history, putting it in the rankings of movies like Army of Darkness and Evil Dead. But it's not really that gory--it's done with more of a cartoon flair.

The cinematography in this movie is unreal. The screenplay is genius. That said, this movie is not for everyone. This movie is not for the kids. But if you enjoy movies like: The Usual Suspects, Resevoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Snatch--then you will love this movie.

Critic's notes, 1.1: This is probably not a great "date night" movie. It's a fairly heavy, exhilerating ride.




I'm worn out. Tired, sore, stressed. It's been a long two days. I guess I just feel heavy. I'm in that mood where I feel like if I let go of all of the plates I'm spinning, my whole world might come crashing down. Ok, that may be a bit alarmist. I just want to get up, losen my tie, drive away from my office, stop at home to grab my board, and go paddle out at some isolated beach break and just think. But I can't. I'm tied down to my work load, and I'm "covering the floor" today until the office closes at 4:30pm.

Trying to understand what it means to be a good husband. Trying to live up to the man I believe God wants me to become. Dealing with the various brushfires of my practice and some personnel changes I've made. Client expectations, marital expectations, relational expectations, missional expectations. Somewhere in the midst of all of this, I know that there is the path you want me to walk. Help me find it. I don't have to understand it, but give me the faith to take the next step, and the wisdom to know in what direction my foot should move.

God, I don't want to look at the opportunities of relationship and vocation around me with that joyless perspective of duty; I want to feel the exhileration of the possibilities rather than than the limitation of obligations. I need your perspective.



five movies and a weekend

I saw five movies this weekend, which I am proud to say is not at all rare for me. They are:

1. Love Actually ****
2. Magnolia *****
3. The Pianist ***
4. A Christmas Story ****
5. Coldplay Live 2003 *****

And I almost went to see Kill Bill last night at about 10:30pm. But as I was trying to force the word "yes" out of my mouth, my responsible side stepped up to the mic, and held my body hostage until its ransom demand for sleep could be met. Oh well. I will have to go see it soon--I've heard it's fantastic.


It's amazing what can be done with a cell phone these days...



Friday Five

1. Using one adverb, describe your current living space.
2. Using two adverbs, describe your current employer.
Arduously, Rigidly
3. Using three adverbs, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime.
Solely, Peacefully, Gracefully
4. Using four adverbs, describe your typical day.
Early, Stressfully, Skillfully, Tactfully
5. Using five adverbs, describe your ideal life.
Justly, Energetically, Lovingly, Beautifully, Inspirationally



Merry Christmas

Yep, that's right. Every year around August, I start getting the itch. The desire to see a Christmas movie, pointsetta, department store gift bags--even stop lights become special. It's seems that the Christmas spirit is gaining public momentum right now.

Today I:
Through away an offer to give my clients special Christmas cards.
Deleted 3 messages relating to popular Christmas gifts.
RSVP'd for the office Christmas party.
Saw two Christmas commercials on TV
Thought about taking my wife to see "Elf"
Thought about purchasing "The Santa Claus II"

Thought about sitting in the Paseo Nuevo Square in downtown Santa Barbara on a crisp morning, steaming cup of coffee in hand, staring up at the ornately decorated 50 ft. tall tree the city erects every year, as I listen to the local merchants gathering in front of it to play Christmas songs on their cellos.
My favourite part of Thanksgiving is not the day itself, but the season it introduces. For us, Christmas has always started as soon as the turkey was consumed. Every year, on Thanksgiving evening, my father and I would climb into the attic and begin pulling out huge boxes of Christmas decorations, so that when morning came, we'd be ready. The morning after Thanksgiving day always came with a sense of anticipation. Dad and I would carry the indoor decoration into the house for mom and the girls to spread out, and then it would be our turn. Some of my fondest memories of life with my father were laying Christmas lights out on our lawn, stapling them to the eaves, and trying to decide what message to write on the roof. It was just him and I.

I even remember the first time he allowed me to come up on the roof with him--I was 7. And I felt SO big. God--my dad is great. I should call him.

Now I have a family of my own, and a practice to run. I don't have as much time to travel the hour and a half it usually takes to see them. It's easy to overlook those that are close to you as you begin to develop priorities for yourself, and easy to presume that they'll be there forever. But I'm learning... I'm learning how important it is to take time and be with them. To continue to create as many memories as I can with those that I love. I'm learning that to spend time enjoying those that God has filled my life with is not laziness, it is a priviledge that and a responsibility. And I'm beginning to realize that I'm a poorer man without them.




I love when life offers confirmation of what I am unpacking in my heart. Right after I posted that last entry, as I continue to bask in thoughts of touch, I picked up our inter-office paper, The Santa Barbara Ticker. It's a publication put out by my branch manager about the market, office announcements and the like. But this morning, at the very bottom of this daily brief, was this quote.

"I've learned that everyday, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch: holding hands, a warm embrace, or just a friendly pat on the back."

A smile stretched across my face as I read it. My exploration of God's tangibility continues as he makes himself visible in my work environment.


Morning Lectio

Last night's gathering at The Bridge was beautiful. It's great to have Greg, our communities' lead designer, back, after a 5 week sabbatical in the Pacific Northwest.

And man, did he come out firing...
Here's some of my notes from last night, as well as my beginning ruminations.

"Touch Is Truth"

Touch is truth. Think about it. Every time you touch someone, you are communicating something to them. You are creating an experience--affecting their reality. And we believe that Christ, being himself Truth, is not merely an icon of a belief system, or a figure of history; we believe that he is in fact touchable, that his essence is touch. Immanuel, God with us--God among us. Wow. I'm going to go ahead and just stop there. But Greg didn't.

He began to retell the story of touch from Luke 8: the woman who dared to touch him. The woman who'd spent her last 12 years hiding her condition, protecting her anonymity, attempting to remain unnoticed so that she could live a semi-normal life. This woman had been hemorrhaging blood for 12 years, and none of the doctor's could help her. As Christ is walking toward a certain man's house, the crowd is fully pressing him, to the point that the writer of the story says that they are almost crushing him. And this one woman's desperation leads her to tear through the crowd without regard to her condition, pushing past people, fighting to get to the center. And she does--just briefly, but she does. She gets just close enough to reach her arm through the mass of bodies, just close enough that her outstretched fingers are able to brush the thread of his clothes.

And the bleeding stopped. Immediately, her condition of 12 years vanished. Christ of course, turns and asks the inane question, "Who touched me?" "Who interrupted my humanity without initiation or invitation, and received from my divinity?" Of course the crowd was pressing him on all sides, and was probably as shocked by his question as his disciples were, but the question was not without warrant. "His question became the confirmation of her touch--the confirmation of her healing." Her healing was not found in her question "why", but his question "who". And it was in that question that Christ offers the confirmation to her, for in that moment she realized that "she could no longer go unnoticed." He had noticed her, and brought her into view to confirm her. No longer would her condition keep her in hiding. From this moment forward, she would know that her life is to be noticed, not only by God but by people as she displays in her body the visibility of his tangibility, the confirmation of her desperation.
There was much, much more, but my mind is spinning. This is about all I can chew at the moment. Amazing how you can hear a story dozens of times, and not own its beauty until you allow it to get inside you--to read and define you.

.::. God, would you become the confirmation of desperation for people everywhere today seeking health. That you would reveal your essence, and that your touch would shed light on those in hiding, those that are ashamed, and say to them, "You will no longer go unnoticed, for I notice you."

Experience Truth, enter His Touch.




Today I am tired. I've had just about 11 hours of sleep in the past 72 hours. But I get to go home early today, to watch my daughter while my wife is out teaching. I'm really excited. I feel like I haven't seen much of my beautiful family the last ocuple of weeks.

The Matrix Revolutions was great--both times. I wish I had time to give it fair analysis, but life's too busy. Maybe later.



I'll give you three guesses...

Tommorrow morning, at 6:00am Pacific time, the final episode of the Matrix Trilogy, "The Matrix Revolutions", comes out all over the world. The distrubtors decided that they wanted to release the movie all over the world on exactly the same date and time. The only way to do this of course, was to put the International Date Line in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. So at 6:00am Pacific time, the movie will be released. Hawaii got the short straw, with a release time of 3:00am. Ouch.

Though I have thoroughly enjoyed the series thus far, I am not what you would call a Matrix Groupie--by any stretch of the imagination. I'm not the guy in the leather trenchcoat, or the truly frightening guy clad in trinity's plastic muscle shirt and pleather pants. But I will be seeing the Matrix tomorrow, and I will be seeing the first viewing at 6:00am. Not only that, but I will be seeing it at the famous Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. When the Matrix Reloaded came out in Spring, a buddy of mine got us tickets there--and it was one of the best movie-going experiences I've had. The downside is that we got to the theatre about 2 and a half hours early, and there was a line about 500 people long in front of us. But the theatre is so enormous that we still got seats right in the middle of it.

Knowing that this is the last showing, we will likely have to be there even earlier--say three to four hours ahead of time. That puts us in lin around 2:00-2:30am. Bummer.

And will the wife be joining us for this show? Not a chance. Which is why I had to buy tickets for a 4:00pm show at the IMAX in Valencia. The good thing is that the IMAX is one of the best viewing experiences one can have. The bad thing is that I got four hours of sleep last night, will get none tonight, and no naps tomorrow.have been up virtually all day tomorrow, after being up all day today and all night tonight.

It's going to be a very very long day tomorrow.




This morning on the way to work, I put Dave Matthews, "Live at Luther College", in my cd player. I found my self searching for this song, and replaying it over and over once I found it.


She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
Soon be his wife; take him as her husband
A surprise on the way, anyday, anyday
One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
The wise men came three made their way
To shower him love
While he lay in the hay
Shower him with love love love
Love love love
Love, love is all around

Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried
Always out on his own
He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less than
Reputable was known to be

His heart was full of love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around
When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree,
He said "Oh Daddy - o I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene
Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around. "

The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
So the story goes - so I'm told
The people he knew were
Less than golden hearted
Gamblers and robbers
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Searching for love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around

Preparations were made
For his celebration day
He said "Eat this bread think of it as me,
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around"
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around

Father up above, why in all this hatred have you filled
Me up with love
Fill me love love love
Love love
And the blood of our children all around.


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