So I haven't written anything here for a lil bit. I guess thats to be expected, after the excitement of actually creating a blog.
Mostly I'm stressing about jobs, which is foolish, I know Gods got it sorted, but as normal I don't really trust Him to sort it out. How human. I feel like that man in Mark 9 who's son the diciples couldn't heal. " 'If you can'?" "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!".
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Peak Oil
Today I read about the Peak Oil theory. From what I understood the point is that the worlds oil reserves aren't just going to "run out" in 30 years, but more that we've possibly reached the peak of the curve, and from now on oil will get rearer and rearer, possibly cause a huge worldwide economic crash.
Oil is used to create most of the machines we use, transport everything, even used to grow the food we love. When it starts getting scarce, we're going to have trouble, resource wars, crime rises, millions unemployed, and things of that kind of kidney.
Which makes me wounder weather its really worth planning to get a career in computer science or aviation. When neither of these are apparently going to be possible in 10 years anyway. I might be better making a crossbow and learning to use it, and spending my time learning how to grow my own food. Unfortunately doing that would make you look like a paranoid freak (like Noah, but at least God told him to do it), and somehow doesn't seem worth it even just to say "I told you so".
Still, it reminds me how fascinated I've been recently with the idea of a huge disaster wiping out everybody except (conveniently) me and my friends and family. And starting again in a subsistence sort of way as the trees break through the pavements and ivy covers the skyscrapers. I should probably be worried that I don't mind the idea of millions of people dieing, but I'll assume its a natural reaction to living in a city for too long. I just wish wild things would grow here.
Maybe in 2010 once we've killed each other over the last can of silver beet.
Oil is used to create most of the machines we use, transport everything, even used to grow the food we love. When it starts getting scarce, we're going to have trouble, resource wars, crime rises, millions unemployed, and things of that kind of kidney.
Which makes me wounder weather its really worth planning to get a career in computer science or aviation. When neither of these are apparently going to be possible in 10 years anyway. I might be better making a crossbow and learning to use it, and spending my time learning how to grow my own food. Unfortunately doing that would make you look like a paranoid freak (like Noah, but at least God told him to do it), and somehow doesn't seem worth it even just to say "I told you so".
Still, it reminds me how fascinated I've been recently with the idea of a huge disaster wiping out everybody except (conveniently) me and my friends and family. And starting again in a subsistence sort of way as the trees break through the pavements and ivy covers the skyscrapers. I should probably be worried that I don't mind the idea of millions of people dieing, but I'll assume its a natural reaction to living in a city for too long. I just wish wild things would grow here.
Maybe in 2010 once we've killed each other over the last can of silver beet.
Partys
Last night was the Arise leaders party, what fun. Actually it was fun, but I think leaders make me a bit nervous. Even though almost all my friends are leaders, I couldn't help wishing I had worn blacks so I could blend into the cool black curtains that surrounded the room.
It was a great evening, our Pastors had done a wonderful job with mood lighting, fairy lights, and an awesome live band. Nibbles and dancing and "speeches" ensued. I realized in order to dance, a few things are important, one of them is someone whose at least as crazy and happy to make a fool of themselves as you, otherwise you feel obliged to keep it to yourself. I didn't dance. Probably didn't help that most of the people in the world whose respect I value were in the same room.
Still, cool night.
What was better was that when I got home I got to spend the rest of the even in real company with my flatmates. This is church, to share our lives in lounge rooms, and leave knowing God a bit better.
It was a great evening, our Pastors had done a wonderful job with mood lighting, fairy lights, and an awesome live band. Nibbles and dancing and "speeches" ensued. I realized in order to dance, a few things are important, one of them is someone whose at least as crazy and happy to make a fool of themselves as you, otherwise you feel obliged to keep it to yourself. I didn't dance. Probably didn't help that most of the people in the world whose respect I value were in the same room.
Still, cool night.
What was better was that when I got home I got to spend the rest of the even in real company with my flatmates. This is church, to share our lives in lounge rooms, and leave knowing God a bit better.
Progress (Technical)
Oh yeah! What a good day, I've been playing with database designs for the Roster project, trying to work out what it actually is I'm trying to make and how that works. At least its something that I can change later, rather then having achieved nothing at all.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Names
Well this blog has changed its name three times in a day, because names are hard. We talked about this at life group last week, about how powerful names are. Thats the problem I face. Do I name this blog for what it is? or for what it should be? or what I imagine it will turn out to be? Or should I choose a name with no meaning or significance. Its seems wrong to name things as jokes or sillyness. Yet I did anyway. Choosing a flippant name my primary school teachers would have sighed knowing about. Still whats worse, a poor name like this or a power fulled name misplaced. Who knows.
Technical stuff
If this blog's going to be about my life, then I should also put it stuff about what I'm doing, I guess. Although, I don't know why people who are interested in my life would be interested in this, or why people interested in this would be interested in my life. In theory I should have two blogs. But that would be excessive.
What I'm doing at the moment is thinking about (haven't really done anything to qualify actually having begun) creating a online rostering application for growing churches (viz. Arise, although not limited to). Bit of AJAX on PHP and MySQL.
Today I was trying to formalize my thoughts, and at least write something down, last week I discovered LaTeX and learned how to use it and resided a design document would be all the rage. Then got utterly stuck because I have no idea what I'm trying to build. Still better to work that out now then later. My task for this week (aside from getting a real job (that pays money) ) is work out what it is that I'm making, or at least start. You could say, build a framework of ideas to attach other ideas to.
It's interesting that "learnt" is in fact not a word. I only discovered this recently.
What I'm doing at the moment is thinking about (haven't really done anything to qualify actually having begun) creating a online rostering application for growing churches (viz. Arise, although not limited to). Bit of AJAX on PHP and MySQL.
Today I was trying to formalize my thoughts, and at least write something down, last week I discovered LaTeX and learned how to use it and resided a design document would be all the rage. Then got utterly stuck because I have no idea what I'm trying to build. Still better to work that out now then later. My task for this week (aside from getting a real job (that pays money) ) is work out what it is that I'm making, or at least start. You could say, build a framework of ideas to attach other ideas to.
It's interesting that "learnt" is in fact not a word. I only discovered this recently.
Creation
Last night I had dinner with a friend from last year and her boyfriend, and wandering back across town in the beautiful evening, I realised something again which I think I'd forgotten for a while.
The night was full of the smell of summer, of honeysuckle and pine and a few other nice things, and the sky was so clear and deep and blue-black, and the stars were clear like pinpricks in the sky. I caught a glimpse again of what a beautiful picture God paints us every day, fulled with a thousand special and beautiful things. Its so easy to get caught up in what we don't have, have too much of, or how good things never last long enough. But God fills our life with the special so that if we stop and let us see the beauty of today we get the message. "I created this for you my son, I love you".
Last night I walked into that again, walked into the beauty of our creation. I hope I never loose that, or fail to express it. It's weird to think I'm also part of it.
The night was full of the smell of summer, of honeysuckle and pine and a few other nice things, and the sky was so clear and deep and blue-black, and the stars were clear like pinpricks in the sky. I caught a glimpse again of what a beautiful picture God paints us every day, fulled with a thousand special and beautiful things. Its so easy to get caught up in what we don't have, have too much of, or how good things never last long enough. But God fills our life with the special so that if we stop and let us see the beauty of today we get the message. "I created this for you my son, I love you".
Last night I walked into that again, walked into the beauty of our creation. I hope I never loose that, or fail to express it. It's weird to think I'm also part of it.
So I got a blog...
Big deal. Why did I get a blog? I have no idea except that I wanted to, then it gives me a reason to write things down, which no-one has to read but apparently anyone can. Great.
I think possibly the real reason is that having the illusion that your talking/writing to real people is better then thinking your just talking to yourself, which we are told is a sign of insanity. So maybe this blog is just a progression along that road. In which direction I have no idea.
I think possibly the real reason is that having the illusion that your talking/writing to real people is better then thinking your just talking to yourself, which we are told is a sign of insanity. So maybe this blog is just a progression along that road. In which direction I have no idea.
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