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Monday, September 19, 2005

There are these places, you know?
Yeah, you know. Trust me, you do.
There are these places that we just don't forget. Places that aren't just a location, but a time, and during that time, everything is golden. When I was a kid, it seemed like the summer was so long. I remember little pieces of my childhood summers, playing in the fields of California, the yellow sunlight on our piano as it made it's way through the sliding glass door of our house. Lemonade, bikes.
Summer is over, though, and now it's time for Fall.
I love Autumn. There is really no other season like it, when the whole world is turning golden, orange, yellow.
For about one week in Mena, there is a time when every single tree in the Ouachita national forest is on fire with color, and that's when I would go up the mountain. Up there I'd sit and just look, because that's when God does some of his best landscapes.
Autumn is always one of those times like my childhood summers. I remember snapshots of almost every one, and the memories are some of my best.
Last year, I dressed as a knight in cardboard armor for Halloween. Me, Dan, and my friend Carl had a blast at the art department party that got shut down twice by the police. I took money at the door in my full plate mail, Dan worked the crowd, and Carl floated in between.
my friends and I go on a special hayride every year, and each time the stars are all out. We pile into an enormous trailor with no roof, on top of a big pile of straw, and sit there singing and huddling for warmpth under a million blankets. The ride lasts just long enough so that we don't freeze to death, and we like it that way.
When the leaves fall, I watch carefully every time. I've always hoped that someday I'll be walking along, and one leaf will fall off of a tree and land in my hand, without me moving to catch it. I don't know what I'd do with the leaf, probably keep it, I'm a packrat that way.
I love the way breath looks in the cold.
I love kicking fallen leaves. Walking through campus in the fall is wonderful because I never did walk on sidewalks too often. They're not as fun and they never take me where I want to go, so I go on the grass, and that's where the leaves are.
Everyone hugs more when it's cold.
There are no bugs, praise the Lord!
Thanksgiving. My parents are going to come up here for Thanksgiving and cook for my brother and me and everyone else who doesn't get to go home for the holidays. It's really great to spend Thanksgiving with my friends, and to give them one when they would usually eat in the cafeteria.
I love Autumn. It's a thoughtful time, and an exciting time. The quiet of winter is just starting to replace the noise of summer, the chill is taking the place of the heat.
Autumn makes me feel good, and alive. Like a cool drink of water.
It's Autumn in my heart right now, and that's good, because it's been a long summer.

TimChose [ 10:32 PM ]

Monday, September 12, 2005

Okay, it's time for me to do some catching up, I guess.
Apparently, I'm an icon. Yep, a bonafide icon. I saw one of my college instructors the other day in IHOP, and it got me thinking.
For those of you who know that funky-fresh guy, it was Curtis.
Ahhh Curtis. The first teacher at the art department to demand perfection. What a breath of fresh air, eh? I'm not even kidding, either. I totally loved the fact that he expected technical perfection. Made me feel like I was becoming a professional.
I guess it sunk in, too, because now if I have an uneven cut on a picture, I can't stand it and I have to do it over again. Plus, my internship at MPS wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly if I hadn't become so anal about craft.
Anyways! I saw Curtis and let him know what was going on with everybody's jobs and such, and he let me know that I'm an icon.
Yes yes, boys and girls. A full-fledged icon.

You know, at least... digitally. It rocks. I'll explain.

So it turns out that a picture of me that got taken last year wound up being one of the start up icons on most or all (Or one?) of the computers at the Art Department. I need to go over there and check that ugly mug out sometime soon.

Aaaaaanyhoo.

I bought a car! Yes, the raging Mustang that was determined to stay broken all throughout my college career is now gone, and in it's place is a 2002 Mazda Protege. It runs, is nice on gas, has working windows and air conditioning, and has power steering. I kind of miss the clutch, but I figure 30 miles per gallon is a far cry better than oh, say... 8.

That's the quick update, because I have to go.
Oh, and I might buy an apartment building.
Ahem.
So! Give Curtis some props because, come on, you wouldn't even be close to what you guys are today without him. Except maybe Tribble.
Yeah, not Tribble.
That boy is home grown goodness.
Later!

TimChose [ 3:26 PM ]

Friday, September 02, 2005

Oh, and I bought a car. More to come on that.

TimChose [ 1:39 PM ]

So I guess I should update on what the heck has been going on in my life for the last couple of weeks. Sorry guys, I've been busy/lazy.
Updates:
They caught that guy who broke into the church. As a result, we got a TV spot where once people saw it, the money poured in.
In under a week, we were given around 3000 dollars for our food pantry, the Rice Depot had dropped off 195 CASES of food, and people were begging for ways to help.

Well, now they have something bigger than us to help.

I went last night with some friends to the Red Cross station here in Jonesboro to attend a training session so that we could help out the refugees from the Gulf. I'm a youth minister, so I can play with kids. I'm trained by the Red Cross in First Aid for the Professional Rescuer, and CPR, so I figured I could help with minor injuries. There is no shortage of big-hearted nurses and doctors, though, who have also voulnteered their time. I'm a pretty big dude, so I can help with security. Wouldn't it suck if these people lost their homes, came here, and had the only things they could take with them stolen? That thought freaks me out. I'm pretty good with people, so I could do counseling and enter families into the nationwide database of lost people. Ahh, I just want to help!
Man, there are people who are coming in whose families still don't know if they made it out alive. Still.

The pastor of our church and I took my youth group yesterday to the store so that we could buy as many canned goods and dried foods as we could. We're going to have our food pantry and clothes closet open 24 hours a day from now on so that the families can have something if they need it.

Okay, I love you guys, and you all know that I don't get preachy on you ever. I really hate it when Christians make other people uncomfortable by shoving their religion down other people's throats. I just want to point this out...

Somebody robbed our church. It bit, but it wasn't the end of the world. The church was in debt, we were out of food, and had to almost stop feeding people. Then, people heard about it and started helping.
Money started pouring in. Our security is being upgraded. The food pantry was stocked.
But why? Why now, at the end of the summer, when our feeding program is over and we seemed to need all of this the least?
It's because God wanted us to be able to provide for these people. Now, we've got security, more food than we know what to do with, clothes for people without any, and a community of people desperate to help.

Everybody might not be a Christian, but we're all born knowing what is right, and what is not. It was put into us at the very beginning, but somehow, sometimes that conscience gets hurt or broken, but for the most part people know.

It really sucks to see these terrible things that people are doing to each other down there in New Orleans.

It is one of the most uplifting things ever to be crammed into a room full of strangers who just want to help the ones lucky enough to get away.

It's an incredible thing for sure that food and clothing was placed here for them weeks before they got here.

Bad things happen guys. They do, and I'm sorry, but that's the way of life.
Life moves on though, and now we have to either rebuild or grow.

Sometimes, people are amazing.

TimChose [ 12:00 PM ]