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I guess flickr won't even allow individuals to see photos they upload beyond 200 without buying an account. I don't want to pay to see my own photos online! That's blackmail! But apparently they stay on blogs even after you exceed the limit. So I'm going to show you all the rest of my Paris pictures, so I can access them later. My Sierra Leone pictures themselves exceed 200 - so eventually Paris will be completely pushed out!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/adunlop/sets/72157627235323071/ Here's my African set for those interested.

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Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells' dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His Flesh: ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.

And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck's quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.
- John Updike

(this poem was read at the service I went to and I thought it was lovely)

v-day, yo

Happy belated Valentine's!!

I may be a little cynical but I am unfortunately a hopeless romantic...and I figure the world needs more romance and love and less cynics.

also: I like chocolate and flowers.

I have exactly a trillion pictures on my harddrive, because I save everything that's inspiring, so here's a V-Day themed picture post:

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Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. - Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

the truth is

sometimes the local low-budget college radio plays songs that would be very appropriate if I were directing a movie about myself and needed something to slowly pan out too:



borrowed words

"I am offering on the altar of my heart all those pains, wounds, sins, imperfections, that continue to afflict me, and where they are consumed in the fire of God's love. I am here in an intensified period of being made whole." - Br. Michael

modern psalm

where has the starlight gone?
dark is the day
how can I find my way home?
home is an empty dream
lost to the night
Father, I feel so alone
You promised you'd be there
whenever I needed you,
whenever I call your name
you're not anywhere
I'm trying to hold on
just waiting to hear your voice
one word, just a word will do
to end this nightmare
when will the dawning break?
o, endless night
sleepless, I dream of the day
when you were by my side
guiding my paths
Father, I can't find the way

I know that the night must end
and that the sun will rise, and that the sun will rise
know that the clouds must clear
and that the sun will shine, and that the sun will shine
and that I'll hear your voice deep inside

if all of our days are numbered

Then why do I keep counting?

When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them/was moved with compassion/pity, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.
harassed - confused, distressed, dispirited, troubled, cast away, distressed, shattered, scattered


When he looked out over the crowds, his heart broke. So confused and aimless they were, like sheep with no shepherd.

I am a sheep with no shepherd.

Aug. 23rd, 2010

so I just had the thought "man, if I had a novelty wedding, I think it should be a snuggie wedding. everyone could wear their dress snuggies." (you know, the blanket with sleeves...). I googled it and all I got were snuggie sex positions : /

best inspirational movie speech

Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.