Monday, May 15, 2006

I'm moving.

I'm not leaving Athens, just Blogger.com. Many of you know that I have wanted a better home for my blog, and I have found it through my .mac account. You can find it at http://web.mac.com/fivesolas, though you will need the login and password for the site.

Improvements:
* Better handling of movies and pictures.
* You can add pictures or movies to your comments on my blog, up to 5MB each.
* You can subscribe to my blog via RSS feed or Podcast.

So, thanks for reading, and I hope you make the leap to my new blog.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Golf

My dad called me Friday afternoon to see if I'd complete a foursome for golf: Dad, Tap, Billy, and me. T & B are my younger brothers, and both of them are good golfers. On average, I play less than once per year, but I knew it would be good family time. So I got up early and met them at the country club for an 8:10 a.m. tee time.

We had a blast. I played two holes before causing a muscle under my right shoulder blade to spasm for two solid hours. I quit playing until the back nine, and then I only hit from the tee or a few short shots. Despite my pain (from never playing and only warming up by stretching), I had a great time. Here are some pictures from the day. I forgot my camera and used my phone camera, hence the really bad resolution.












Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Manley Man

This is what happens when you let a man with the last name "Manley" into your home...

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

A Bright Ray Today...

In the midst of my fretting about the paper and final, something great happened this morning: my sister had her baby.

Who: Alexandra Susanne Porter
When: 7:54 a.m.
Weight: 9 lbs. 1 oz. (8 lbs. 11 oz. after two huge dumps)
Length: 21.25"

Here she is!



Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The Domicile Erected by John

A parody of "The House That Jack Built" (see comment for original)

THE DOMICILE ERECTED BY JOHN
(Translated from the Vulgate)

Behold the Mansion reared by daedal Jack.

See the malt stored in many a plethoric sack,
In the proud cirque of Ivan's bivouac.

Mark how the Rat's felonious fangs invade
The golden stores in John's pavilion laid.

Anon, with velvet foot and Tarquin strides,
Subtle Grimalkin to his quarry glides,_
Grimalkin grim, that slew the fierce rodent
Whose tooth insidious Johann's sackcloth rent.

Lo! now the deep-mouthed canine foe's assault,
That vexed the avenger of the stolen malt,
Stored in the hallowed precincts of that hall
That rose complete at Jack's creative call.

Here stalks the impetuous Cow with crumpled horn,
Whereon the exacerbating hound was torn,
Who bayed the feline slaughter-beast that slew
The Rat predacious, whose keen fangs ran through
The textile fibers that involved the grain
Which lay in Hans' inviolate domain.

Here walks forlorn the Damsel crowned with rue,
Lactiferous spoils from vaccine dugs, who drew,
Of that corniculate beast whose tortuous horn
Tossed to the clouds, in fierce vindictive scorn,
The harrowing hound, whose braggart bark and stir
Arched the lithe spine and reared the indignant fur
Of Puss, that with verminicidal claw
Struck the weird rat in whose insatiate maw
Lay reeking malt that erst in Juan's courts we saw.

Robed in senescent garb that seems in sooth
Too long a prey to Chronos' iron tooth,
Behold the man whose amorous lips incline,
Full with young Eros' osculative sign,
To the lorn maiden whose lact-albic hands
Drew albu-lactic wealth from lacteal glands
Of that immortal bovine, by whose horn
Distort, to realm ethereal was borne
The beast catulean, vexer of that sly
Ulysses quadrupedal, who made die
The old mordacious Rat that dared devour
Antecedaneous Ale in John's domestic bower.

Lo, here, with hirsute honors doffed, succinct
Of saponaceous locks, the Priest who linked
In Hymen's golden bands the torn unthrift,
Whose means exiguous stared from many a rift,
Even as he kissed the virgin all forlorn,
Who milked the cow with implicated horn,
Who in fine wrath the canine torturer skied,
That dared to vex the insidious muricide,
Who let auroral effluence through the pelt
Of the sly Rat that robbed the palace Jack had built.

The loud cantankerous Shanghae comes at last,
Whose shouts arouse the shorn ecclesiast,
Who sealed the vows of Hymen's sacrament,
To him who, robed in garments indigent,
Exosculates the damsel lachrymose,
The emulgator of that horned brute morose,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that kilt
The rat, that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built.

From C. C. Bombaugh, Gleanings for the Curious from the Harvest Fields of Literature (1890)

Monday, May 01, 2006

Do I Want You To Know This?

You scored as Geek/Nerd. Haha! ok. go computer geeks!

Emo Kid

53%

Hot

53%

Geek/Nerd

53%

Goth

33%

Prep

33%

Loner

33%

Jock

27%

Punk

20%

Stoner

7%

"Ghetto"

0%

What Highschool Clique Do You Belong To?
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Saturday, April 29, 2006

Thoughts on God's Holiness

I'm studying for the lesson I'm teaching tomorrow on Christ's fourth statement while He was on the cross. "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?!" Jesus was quoting the first line of Psalm 22.

A.W. Pink has a succinct answer to those who say that, in the end, God will overlook some of their sins and let them into Heaven. His answer is also for those who think God tolerates, or even ignores, sin in order to save us. Listen to Pink as he states clearly the perfectness of God's holiness:

“God’s holy character could not do less than judge sin even though it be found on Christ Himself.”