Friday, August 15, 2008

All is Well

As you can see by my previous post, the mac I use at work is quite special to me. However, there is no more need to fear, for it is back to life and running as smooth as ever. Only God and Steve Jobs know what happened. Yesterday morning it was as dead as an ant colony in winter, and so I took it to the apple store in Dallas to have it's death confirmed by an apple genius. Perhaps this particular apple genius had recently received the Holy Spirit or had touched the cloak of Steve Jobs because once he turned it on, there was seemingly nothing wrong with it. No, not seemingly, there really wasn't anything wrong. He fiddled around with it; I think in order to make me feel like he was checking everything, but I believe that it was a simple touch from a simple man named Oliver. Thank you, Oliver. Thank you.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Ode to a Mac

My lovely and wonderful Macintosh Pro,
Where, oh where, oh where did you go?

Your body is here, but your spirit is gone.
You're lights have gone out like the setting of the sun.

What great times we had, you and I.
Every half hour you'd announce the time.

I'd sit and stare at your face, so bright
We never argued, nor did we fight.

When I was with you, my soul felt complete.
Now that you're gone, life isn't so sweet.

Where did you go? What happened to you?
Did you ever love me the way I loved you?

Was it ever real between you and me?
That's it, isn't it? You never loved me.
You played me, you tricked me,
You got what you wanted and left me.
And now you're free, free to be without me.
Why couldn't you tell me?

Why couldn't I see?
See between your keys.

Wake up, old friend, wake up Mac Pro.
There is so much to say, please don't go.

I'll never forget all the good times.
We worked together side by side.
But now you've gone out, like the rolling tides.

Monday, August 11, 2008

I don't wanna talk about it

A lot of people, when they haven't blogged or journaled in a long time, tend to start their "return to blogging" blog with a long, overdrawn rant about how busy they have been, how sorry they are about their neglect of the blogosphere, how they had their identity stolen and they only just recently got back from a swedish prison where they tracked down the perpetrator. But I --I will not do that. I refuse. I'm back. Let's move

I have recently come into the knowledge that I am an overly blessed individual. I deserve almost nothing, but God gives me more than I need and almost everything I could ever want. The other day Rachel and I were in my back yard playing with the dogs, and I just couldn't keep my eyes off of the cutest, most amazing girl in the world. Rachel is so great, and I don't deserve even a fraction of her. It was also at this moment that I realized that I live in a great house, have great friends, a great job, more money than I need, more food, more clothes, and more entertainment than I have time to enjoy. I think this is one of those times in my life that I would like to call a mountain top. I believe that life is a series of journeys through valleys, plateaus, and mountaintops, and this is definitely a mountain top.