PSBLOLOEAABCHMBIKOW

At the risk of being entirely irreverant and inappropriate, I have to share this with you because I got a chuckle out of it AND because I can understand why someone would say this. A couple of friends of mine were in a mall over the weekend and came across a button pin in one of the shops that read:

"Are we talking about the same God? 'Cause yours kind of sounds like a dick."

PSBLOLOEAABCHMBIKOW. (translated: probably shouldn't be laughing out loud or even at all, but can't help myself because it's kind of witty)

Probably not the wording I would've chosen, but you can most likely understand why people might think that way when we often present an image of God that is more judgemental and rules-based than one of compassion, mercy and love.

Nouwen on Icons

Icons...have imprinted themselves so deeply on my inner life that they appear every time I need comfort and consolation. There are many times when I cannot pray, when I am too tired to read the gospels, too restless to have spiritual thoughts, too depressed to find words for God, or too exhausted to do anything. But I can still look at these images so intimately connected with the experience of love.

[Henri Nouwen]

Ninja Attack!

So I have these shoes, and I call them my NINJA shoes. They're actually really hip, designer shoes made by Diesel (the fashion company... yeah, I know, kindof ironic), but something about the shape of the toe and the fact that they're made from this parachute-like tarp material, I just think they look like something a ninja would wear.

Anyway, I love having fun with Amy when I'm wearing these shoes. Like this morning I was getting dressed I said, "Hey, have you seen my throwing stars?" and then said something about bringing her lunch after I fought Chuck Norris.

Hi-ya. And I know I've blogged about this before, but I can't resist. GO HERE for some real ultimate ninjas.

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I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.

[Rumi]

Identity Update

A few days ago I posted about my daughter seeing a picture of Brad Pitt and saying "Dada."

Most recently, however, we were sitting in her room looking through books and she pulled out a PEANUTS book. On the back page all the Peanuts characters were standing in a single file line. I pointed to Linus and said "Blanket" - showing her that he had a blanket like hers.

She then proceeded to look over the entire lot of them before pointing to Charlie Brown's big round head and saying "Dada?"

Thanks, kid.

A long story, but well worth the time it takes to read...

The Emperor's Three Questions
By Leo Tolstoy

One day it occurred to a certain emperor that if he only knew the answers to three questions, he would never stray in any matter.

1. What is the best time to do each thing?
2. Who are the most important people to work with?
3. What is the most important thing to do at all times?

The emperor issued a decree throughout his kingdom announcing that whoever could answer the questions would receive a great reward. Many who read the decree made their way to the palace at once, each person with a different answer.

In reply to the first question, one person advised that the emperor make up a thorough time schedule, consecrating every hour, day, month and year for certain tasks and then follow the schedule to the letter. Only then could he hope to do every task at the right time.

Another person replied that it was impossible to plan in advance and that the emperor should put all vain amusements aside and remain attentive to everything in order to know what to do at what time.

Someone else insisted that, by himself, the emperor could never hope to have all the foresight and competence necessary to decide when to do each and every task, and what he really needed
was to set up a Council of the Wise and then to act according to their advice.

Someone else said that certain matters require immediate decision and could not wait for consultation, but if he wanted to know in advance what was going to happen he should consult
magicians and soothsayers.

The responses to the second question also lacked accord.

One person said that the emperor needed to place all his trust in administrators, another urged reliance on priests and monks, while others recommended physicians. Still others put their faith in warriors.

The third question drew a similar variety of answers.

Some said science was the most important pursuit. Others insisted on religion. Yet others claimed the most important thing was military skill.

The emperor was not pleased with any of the answers, and no reward was given.

After several nights of reflection, the emperor resolved to visit a hermit who lived on a mountain and was said to be an enlightened man. The emperor wished to find the hermit to ask
him the three questions, though he knew the hermit never left the mountains and was known to receive only the poor, refusing to have anything to do with persons of wealth or power. So the
emperor disguised himself as a simple peasant and ordered his attendants to wait for him at the foot of the mountain while he climbed the slope alone to seek the hermit.

Reaching the holy man's dwelling place, the emperor found the hermit digging a garden in front of his hut. When the hermit saw the stranger, he nodded his head in greeting and continued to
dig. The labor was obviously hard on him. He was an old man, and each time he thrust his spade into the ground to turn the earth, he heaved heavily.

The emperor approached him and said, "I have come here to ask your help with three questions: When is the best time to do each thing? Who are the most important people to work with? What is the most important thing to do at all times?"

The hermit listened attentively but only patted the emperor on the shoulder and continued digging. The emperor said, "You must be tired. Here, let me give you a hand with that." The
hermit thanked him, handed the emperor the spade, and then sat down on the ground to rest.

After he had dug two rows, the emperor stopped and turned to the hermit and repeated his three questions. The hermit still did not answer, but instead stood and pointed to the spade and
said, "Why don't you rest now? I can take over again." But the emperor continued to dig. One hour passed, then two. Finally the sun began to set behind the mountain. The emperor put down the spade and said to the hermit, "I came here to ask if you could answer my three questions. But if you can't give me any answer, please let me know so that I can get on my way home."

The hermit lifted his head and asked the emperor, "Do you hear someone running over there?" The emperor turned his head. They both saw a man with a long white beard emerge from the
woods. He ran wildly, pressing his hands against a bloody wound in his stomach. The man ran toward the emperor before falling unconscious to the ground, where he lay groaning. Opening the man's clothing, the emperor and hermit saw that the man had received a deep gash. The emperor cleaned the wound thoroughly and then used his own shirt to bandage it, but the blood completely soaked it within minutes. He rinsed the shirt out and bandaged the wound a second time and continued to do so until the flow of blood had stopped.

At last the wounded man regained consciousness and asked for a drink of water. The emperor ran down to the stream and brought back a jug of fresh water. Meanwhile, the sun had disappeared and the night air had begun to turn cold. The hermit gave the emperor a hand in carrying the man into the hut where they laid him down on the hermit's bed. The man closed his eyes and lay quietly. The emperor was worn out from a long day of climbing the mountain and digging the garden. Leaning against the doorway, he fell asleep. When he rose, the sun had already risen over the mountain. For a moment he forgot where he was and what he had come here for. He looked over to the bed and saw the wounded man also looking around him in confusion. When he saw the emperor, he stared at him intently and then said in a faint whisper, "Please forgive me."

"But what have you done that I should forgive you?" the emperor asked.

"You do not know me, your majesty, but I know you. I was your sworn enemy, and I had vowed to take vengeance on you, for during the last war you killed my brother and seized my property. When I learned that you were coming alone to the mountain to meet the hermit, I resolved to surprise you on your way back and kill you. But after waiting a long time there was still no sign of you, and so I left my ambush in order to seek you out. But instead of finding you, I came across your attendants, who recognized me, giving me this wound. Luckily, I escaped and ran here. If I hadn't met you I would surely be dead by now. I had intended to kill you, but instead you saved my life! I am ashamed and grateful beyond words. If I live, I vow to be your
servant for the rest of my life, and I will bid my children and grandchildren to do the same. Please grant me you forgiveness."

The emperor was overjoyed to see that he was so easily reconciled with a former enemy. He not only forgave the man but promised to return all the man's property and to send his own
physician and servants to wait on the man until he was completely healed. After ordering his attendants to take the man home, the emperor returned to see the hermit. Before returning to the palace the emperor wanted to repeat his three questions one last time. He found the hermit sowing seeds in the earth they had dug the day before.

The hermit stood up and looked at the emperor. "But your questions have already been answered."

"How's that?" the emperor asked, puzzled.

"Yesterday, if you had not taken pity on my age and given me a hand with digging these beds, you would have been attacked by that man on your way home. Then you would have deeply regretted not staying with me. Therefore the most important time was the time you were digging in the beds, the most important person was myself, and the most important pursuit was to help me."

"Later, when the wounded man ran up here, the most important time was the time you spent dressing his wound, for if you had not cared for him he would have died and you would have lost the chance to be reconciled with him. Likewise, he was the most important person, and the most important pursuit was taking care of his wound."

"Remember that there is only one important time and that is now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person you are with, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future? The most important pursuit is making the person standing at your side happy, for that alone is the pursuit of life."

Protest

Lafayette, Indiana (the city where my family lives), made national news yesterday.

A local soldier was buried Monday after being killed in Iraq. During the young man's funeral, a group from the Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas stood on the street corner shouting anti-war protests and flashing anti-homosexual signs saying that the deaths in Iraq are one of the many ways that God is punishing America for our sinfulness and acceptance of homosexuals.

It is very sad indeed.

God's children? Yes. Christians, Jesus-followers? No. There is absolutely nothing Christ-like in these actions.

You can read about the funeral here and about the protests here and here.

Glory Moment

My daughter was standing on the couch yesterday, looking at a pile of magazines on the end table. She kept saying "Dada, dada, dada."

When I looked over to see why she was saying that, I noticed that she was pointing at a picture of Bradd Pitt on the cover of People.

Oh, yeah.

Choices

Can too much choice be a bad thing? Can options be paralyzing?

I sometimes find myself so overwhelmed by my interests that its hard to not drown in it all. While I love having my hand in all kinds of pots, I certainly envy those who are passionate about one thing.

Part of my evolution will need to be learning the skill of prioritizing. If it's true that "where attention goes, energy will follow," my energy is depleting from being spread out over a number of arenas.

Stay still. Find center. Tat tvam asi. All of it matters and absolutely none of it matters.

It's Here! The CD is now available!

The day has come at long last! "The Parachute EP" is now available for your listening enjoyment. Won't you consider picking one up today? Yes?! Well alright then, click over to the merchandise page and pick up your copy today. Or, if you live in the Purdue-Lafayette-Indianapolis, Indiana area, you can pick yours up at the release/listening party this coming weekend (Click here for details).

I'm so proud of this disc and know that you'll dig it. Thanks for your support and for listening. "Raise your glass and tip it back, as a toast to living life!" (The Road)

Abandoned... (but not completely)

So sorry I've abandoned all my Blogger buddies. Sometimes life takes you down different roads for a while and yet I haven't forgotten about any of you.

Starting next week, I intend on making this a more-regular part of my morning ritual (putting new posts up and reading all of your entries). I've been missing the shared wisdom and coversations that have gone back and forth over these blogs.

I look forward to re-connecting with ya'll.

Much love, Trev.

"You're... you're crazy man. I like you, but you're crazy."

Peppers: Hey, hey. Careful with that. That's the most powerful tranq gun on the market. Got her in Mexico.
Frank: Cool.
Peppers: Yeah, it is cool. They say it can puncture the skin of a rhino from...
Frank: [Frank shoots himself in the neck with the dart]
Peppers: YES! That's awesome!
Frank: What?
Peppers: You just took one in the jugular, man.
Frank: What? I did.

I kind of feel like I've been hit with a tranquilizer dart. I've been staying up too late every night and now I'm starting to slooow down. Not necessarily because I want to. But because I can't go on full throttle much longer. I'm doing ok emotionally/spiritually. Just physically tired.

Need some sarvangasana, a cup of roobios, a warm bed. Something. And pretty quick. Now, actually. G'Night.

FINALLY!!!!

Joe Campbell talks about One Pointed Meditation: where the rest of the world falls away as you focus on your one thing. I feel like right now everything else has fallen away and I'm focusing on my music thing and so while I send my regrets for not updating this blog very frequently, I am pleased to announced that TREVDIESEL.COM is now live. Please swing by and check it out.

Ruining the Goonies

A friend of mine borrowed my copy of THE GOONIES because he had never seen it before. I sent him an email today asking how he liked it and THIS was his response. Of course, as a kid, none of these things came to mind. Now I'm never going to be able to watch it the same again.

Watched it Saturday. Very possibly the strangest movie I've ever seen.

Lets see, the girl in the short skirt decides (a) go in with what's his name because of a love interest (b) discovers that people are trying to kill her and goes crazy (c) consequently decides not to go up to safety (d) decides she wants to play "smoochie smoochie" with her love interest *while* the robbers are chasing her (e) walks the plank and nearly drowns and (f) kisses boy.

How did Brand survive a 45 MPH drop off a cliff into the trees? (How did that bike go 45 MPH?) Why didn't he just put air back into the tires? Or, how do you get the stems out that fast?

Why would you have a gate opening system that depends on replacing at least three parts every time? (Not to mention the chicken laying an egg.)

How did Data crash into the back door without a cable going *to* the back door?

How did the ship get out of the cave with the mast and sails intact???

Why didn't they just follow Chunk out the window to go get help? Why would you send the one person you *know* isn't going to be believed? Why not send at least one person up the well to get the police? (After all they sent Chunk earlier.)

How did they know they exact spot to start after 1000 feet by just walking in a general direction? And why did they leave their bikes in the middle of the road?

How did the guy know to rhyme the verse in the map in English if it was written in Spanish?

Why wasn't anyone upset there were only a handful of diamonds (maybe $100k) when there were billions of gold sailing away?

Why did they go *back* into the restaurant, even though they *saw* the body???

Why didn't the robbers take both bodies (instead of just one)?

Why did they start banging on the pipes underneath the country club? It only brought the robbers faster.

How did the SUV go so fast (through a bunch of other SUVs) even though they were in a race?

Where did the big dude get the Superman t-shirt? (I was okay with the pirate hat.)

Why not just throw the lit dynamite stick into the water? Either way you're not raining rocks on your head. For that matter, why would you need a "candle" if you could see sunlight?

How is it that Data was saved when he fell by the teeth/slinky combination? Neither one could hold more than 10 pounds. And just what was in his backpack anyway?

Why was short-skirt playing "chords" when there was only a single note on the sheet music? And even the most basic music people can tell the difference between F# and Eflat!

How did Mama get across the oiled log if the two sons couldn't do it?

And finally:

Was Mama played by a guy or a gal?

:-)

Greg

It's Samplin' Time!

I've got a couple unmastered preview tracks from my upcoming CD available to hear at my MySpace music account.

Also - if you've got a MySpace account and wanna be "super sweet" (just like you were in your Middle School yearbook), leave me a comment. I need to get the hype up so I can get these things sold! Cheers!