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Name: Alban
Gender: Male
Interests: Church Softball, New York Mets, Bible investigating, cooking, music (performance), writing, micro-agriculture
Expertise: personal belly button exploration
Occupation: Mechanical Engineering
Industry: Pharmecutical Automation
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  BokGwai6
ICQ:  20742723
Member Since:
10/13/2006
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| Hooray for Zelda: Ocarina of Time!
Chris calls himself a Zelda fan, just because he's played the game once or twice and owns an ocarina. But he doesn't own any green tights, now, does he?
Hmmph.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have no time to blog. I must go capture the last three remaining Poes.
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| House keeping
A new prayer letter is up. If you're new to my site and you're wondering what this is about or why you can't see it, you can read this explanation.
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I have discovered that when I update regularly, and have
lots of pictures of Chris Russo, my traffic increases significantly.
Just another piece of evidence showing that sex sells. This means my
traffic will probably drop this week, because I'm taking a Russo
break. I am Chris-hausted. I see the guy enough during the week. Now
I have to see his face everytime I come to my xanga site? No way. I'm
reclaiming my space. Of course, I'll reconvene the Chris-bonanza next
week with pictures (and stories) from our trip to the corn maze, and
pictures of him dressed up in costume. But right now, I need to take a
hiatus from Mr. Pantene Pro-V.
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I've tried to initiate discussions in the past on my xanga site
regarding some topics I was thinking of. Sometimes they worked, but
usually not so well. I'm thinking about giving it another shot.
I overheard a conversation recently regarding sex education. One
person said that she wanted to teach her kids about sex because she
didn't trust the school to do a good job of it. She also stated that
she would want to teach them young because if she didn't, her kids
would learn from other kids, since they're getting familiar with sex
these days at a really young age. However, she said that she wouldn't
get into too much detail. She stated that she wouldn't teach her kid
how to use a condom, etc. because it would be condoning pre-marital
sex. A second person agreed with her up to this point, but disagreed
about not showing the kid how to use a condom. He felt that teaching
his kid how to use a condom was not condoning pre-marital sex at all.
He quoted Matthew 10:16, and said that he would only be making his
aware of what is going on.
Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.
So, the discussion topic is this:
Would you trust the school to teach your kids sex education? Are
schools responsible for teaching proper sex education? Would you teach
your kids yourself? If so, at what age would you do it? How much
would you teach? Would you teach only abstinence or would you teach
them forms of birth control? Is teaching a kid how to use a condom
condoning pre-marital sex? What about other forms of birth control?
How do you interpret Mattew 10:16 and does it have any significance to
the topic at hand? Is it wrongly taken out of context?
Let's hear some opinions... and discuss amongst yourselves.
Go!!
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| Camping Trip, part 3
We woke up in the bitter, bitter cold.
The weatherman said that it was in the high 30s, but we all know
that weatherman are always wrong. By sticking my thumb in my mouth and
then waving it around in the air, I determined myself that it actually
15 degrees. Factor in windchill and the fact that we slept on the
ground, I was able to scientifically measure that it felt like -140.
That or thereabouts.
It turns out that we had burned all of the gray logs the night
before, except for one. Even then, it was rough because there was so
much dew on all the logs from the lake. I set to work right away,
chipping away little shreds of the remaining gray log and feeding it to
the last starter log we had. I didn't even bother with the yellow
logs, because we couldn't get those to burn the night before even when
we had a real fire going. So there wasn't a point.
It wasn't much of a fire... I mean, what can you do with woodchips,
right? I'm not sure if I really cared at the time. It was so stinking
cold, that I just wanted to keep moving and not get hypothermia. So I
just kept cutting and splitting wood to stay warm. (In case you didn't
know, I get cold really easily. I wear a sweater at work... in the
summertime, because the A/C is too strong for me. So this overnight
cold really was tough on my body.)
Long story short, it eventually got going. Never give up, never surrender.
 
I look like a confused puppy that's just asking for trouble
And as soon as the sun came up, we were all in a much better mood.
Hooray sun!
We ended up having kielbasa, oatmeal and eggs. We had a single
remaining beer from the night before, so the infamous quote, "Beer and
sausage: Breakfast of champions" probably came out at this time. (But
really... beer AND sausage on Sunday morning? Shame on you!! I can see
one or the other... but man, I hope you went to confession. =P ) Once
we had food in our stomach, we started smiling and saying stupid things
like, "This isn't so bad..." And I guess it isn't, once you're not
cold and hungry anymore.
Chris pulled out his ocarina and tried to go back in time.
The talented and very beautiful, Chris Russo.
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| This xanga is getting hijacked by ChrisRusso
You know, it's really starting to feel like Chris is getting a lot of face time on my blog. What's up with that?
Well, if you weren't already aware, mostly because Chris has been a)
too humble to post it on his blog or b) to busy to post it on his blog,
I'm going to have to do it for him: Chris was the featured artist
at Venue, the art-coffee house thing for college students, which is run
by our church. So since this happens only once a month, you could
feasibly say that he is the artist of the month. So what does
this mean? It means we get to see a lot of his stuff on display,
including photography, drawings, and we even got to hear a story that
he wrote. In between all that, he gave a lecture on how to train
the creative eye, described where inspiration for his art comes from,
and how to harness the power of the force. It was really quite amazing... although I don't know where he managed to farm and raise Midi-chlorians.
Anyways, I dont know if he got to take any pictures while he was being
toasted by the ladies, so I took the pleasure of taking some video for
him.
Here is Chris introducing the story he wrote:
And here is Chris reading the beginning of the story:
If you want to know what happens next, you'll have to ask him yourself.
I showed up fashionably late, as is the practice for such things.
As a last minute gag, I decided to dress up like a tortured artist so I
could bless his work while insightfully pointing out the pain and
torment of his soul. I also took a brick of charcoal and rubbed
it all over my face to pretend I actually could grow a beard. You
can tell me if you think this is a convincing tortured somebody.
The beard was good enough to fake out some people across the
room. I have always thought that growing a beard is super cool. I
think it was up there with becoming a Ninja Turtle or having a 36"
standing jump. I think this just clinches it for me. It is
unfortunate that I simply cannot grow a beard at all.
As dark and gloomy as I dressed, I just couldn't hold it
in for long. Within 15 seconds of entering the room, I cracked a
smile. Within 45, I was laughing like a drunken hyena. I
just can't hold it in. Next time, I'll put more work to get into
character.
I have part three of the camping trip written and ready. It'll go
live to public tomorrow. So be here, or... be somewhere
fun. I mean, it'll be Friday night... so why go on xanga?
Ok. I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Goodnight! | | |
| Heartbroken
I'm about due for a real post, and perhaps now that the Mets are out
of the playoffs, I'll have time to update on all the fun stuff that's
been going on. But for now, there are three images from last night
that are seared on my mind.
1) The gutsy performance by Oliver Perez. He was at the bottom of
the barrel of the worst team in the National League just a few months
ago. We picked him up as a project, and here he was pitching game 7 of
the NLCS. Our World Series hopes were all pinned on him. The
pro-Cardinals, anti-Mets sports announcers kept trashing him all night
long. Some people didn't even think he would last through the second
inning. But no. He proved everyone wrong. He pitched the game of his
life and shut down the Cardinals for 6 innings and gave up only one
run. He is, Senior Psychopath, as Chris likes to call him. But this
25 year old Senior Psychopath was rock solid and paves the road to a
bright future. Omar Minaya did a great job of picking him up, and Rick
Peterson did a phenomenal job of fixing him up. Willie Randolph
deserves a lot of credit too, for cheering on our boy and giving him
the confidence that he needed to pitch such a great game. Way to go
Oliver.
2) Two amazing curveballs. They were knee buckling, awe-inspiring
pitches. There was no way Floyd or Beltran was going to hit those
pitches. Instead of pinning the blame on them, I think the game was
lost when the Mets couldn't buy a hit between the 1st and 9th innings.
They lost as a team. But man, oh man, those 2 curveballs.... they have
burned their place in my mind.
3) And this. This amazing play. What a great shot. It's
beautiful on so many levels. It seemed like it was destiny to victory
after this catch. I am shocked out of my mind that we couldn't
capitalise in the 6th inning... It's too bad, because this picture
would have said it all.
Endy Chavez, you are my hero.
....Lastly, I would like to say, that this is where rivalries are born. THIS blatant mocking of our team,
and especially the fans, have me all riled up against St. Louis. I
dont care how hot their fans are, I'm anti-Cardinals, here on out.
When we meet them again next year, I hope we crush them. I hope we
break their hearts. And if I am able, I will be right there, cheering
on my team and singing our songs.
Mets fans, we took a hard hit last night, but the future looks
strong. This loss will only motivate the team to work harder and play
more competitively next season. I believe that this time next year, we
are going to have a lot of celebrating to look forward to.
"I learned something new about you today.... You're a Mets fan .... For you, hope springs eternal...."
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