April 29, 2004

The summer list!

Things I will do this summer:

+ Volunteer, maybe at the AIDS task force

+ Finish the large painting I stopped working on last August

+ Hang out with Steph at the beach

+ Go grad school shopping

+ Kick the GRE's ass

+ Take Fat Bastard for his first neighborhood walk

+ Travel somehwere out of state

+ Camping. I've never been camping.

+ Work out every day. Heh. Hahahahahhahaha. Yeah.

+ Have a garage sale and de-clutter my life

+ Redo this tired old design for Sonafide.com

+ Read The Brothers Karamazov

+ Go on a road trip and take lots of digital pictures

+ Get the air conditioner in my car fixed

+ Watch some sunsets on the lake

+ Eliminate the pasty whiteness that is my skin - TAN!

+ Take a photography class at a community college

+ Have a bonfire at the beach

+ Reconnect with friends I miss -- T, A, J & T

+ Get my lotus tattoo

+ Start growing out my hair for Locks of Love

+ Do the South Beach Diet thingy

+ Teach FB to shoot hoops so I can be on the Late Show

+ Go to the American Psychological Society convention

+ Wake up each moring with gratitude!

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April 25, 2004

Welcome Steven and Dale

Sonafide.com has added two new hostees to the network, Steven and Dale. Steven's site is now up and he's showing off his design skills with an awesome new layout. Dale will be around soon. Welcome you guys!

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April 16, 2004

Conflict over conflict

Last weekend my parents' friends buried their son. He was some years older than me, but we had a lot in common. He and I grew up in the same Croatian bubble full of Sundays at the Croatian home in Eastlake eating cevapi and sarma. We went to the same high school and lived in the same circle. That circle experienced a horrific shock two weeks ago when it learned that one of their own was killed in the streets of Fallujah and mutilated on television. For his parents, who were less supportive of the war in Iraq than the average flag waiving patriot, nothing could possibly have been more devastating.

The shock of Jerry's death was followed by another unbelievable event: his mother expressing her mercy for the mob who "didn't know what they were doing."

In this age of unceasing violence, murder in the name of nationalism, and Christian acceptance of secular revenge, it's more shocking to encounter the merciful heart than the hateful one. As efforts to find new ways and new reasons to kill each other intensify, it's such a blessing to find someone willing to do what is right in spite of the popularity of vengeance. Jerry's mom has every right to hate the people who murdered her son. He didn't go to Iraq to kill, but was killed himself. But after losing her firstborn, she showed both our little Croatian bubble and the rest of the world, that discipleship is alive in America, 2004.

Matthew 5:7 - Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy

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April 15, 2004

Happy birthday to me

24 hours after the end of my official 2004 birthday, I've come to the conclusion that birthdays are a mixed blessing. Sure, colorful gift boxes and well wishers put a smile on my face, and celebrations are always fun. But this year I experienced a birthday assault on courtesy (and my free cell minutes) by the most feared of all birthday celebrators: my sister-in-law Sarah. Allow me to explain... Sarah, a wonderfully fantabulous friend and fun-loving person, has this habit of calling people on their birthdays and singing to them the birthday song. Lovely. But she doesn't just call once... Oh no, she calls to sing the song as many times as the poor birthday sucker is years old. I'm not kidding. I got 24 birthday songs sung to me... by the same person... on the same day... all while I was at work. One freaking cell ring after another. Seriously, next year I'm tossing my cell out for the day. This assault is something I can do without. 25. Oh man. But I still love presents! Yay!

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April 11, 2004

Day of the rising son

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April 08, 2004

Rain Rain Go Away

It seems to me like it's been raining here in Cleveland nonstop for days... WEEKS even. Every morning I wake up, get ready for work, and walk outside only to have to walk through Montana-sized puddles on the pavement. At work, the puddles seem like mini lakes; they're huge. And I'm sick of getting my shoes soaked before each workday. Whenever they get wet they squeak like crazy... you can hear me coming up the stairwell while I'm several floors below. People are like, "Hey, what's that noise? Is there a duck in the building? Oh nevermind, it's just Drina squeaking her way up here." Show me the sunshine!

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