there are two things i would like to tell you about. so much so, that thinking about them drew me here to tell you.

one. the movie 'zelery'. its a czech film. its beautiful. for you vancouver's, its playing at tinsletown.

two. a few weeks ago at mosaic, me and dana were counting the offering up in don's office, and amongst the coin and some cheques, was a safeway gift card for 25$. on it was written, "donalds food voucher".
donald is a really neat guy. he's a recovering drug addict, loves jesus, feels called to be a shephard one day. in his life, he feels like he's not ready/strong enough to receieve any cash help, so amongst other things, the church gives him safeway cards.
when i saw the card in the offering, and dana explained to me what it was, i wanted to cry.
he faithfully, sacrificially, gives 10% of what he has.
of what he's given, he doesn't hesitate to realize the blessing of god and give back.
oh jesus.

in my tired and irritated state
i'm, at the moment, thrilled that i'm moving to my own bloody apartment at the end of this week.
me myself and i.

spent the weekend in chilliwack, having fun, getting tired out.
got some really good music that i just need to share.
from a basement on a hill-elliot smith. phenomenal album.
there will be a light- ben harper and the blind boys of alabama
hymns of the 49th parallel- kd lang. stunning. covers of all these rad canadian musicians including joni mitchel (who never lets anyone cover her stuff), ron sexsmith, jane sibbery, bruce cockburn, leonard cohen.
stan robinson- stan robinson. oh ya.

well, i'm feeling the need to climb into bed, away from weird things, and read. harry potter? don miller? will i ever finish naomi klein?
my feet are cold.

some lisa wisdom.
"i want to be so careful about being, while in my desire to see justice, not judging. its such a fine line. especially when the injustice is hurting you and creating this unhealthy thing in you. "

"god doesn't care about muffin bags."

and some julie wisdom.
"always keep an emergency bus twoonie somewhere safe, for when the morning comes that your car has been broken into and the burgler somehow finds your spare key (that you thought you lost) on the floor and then breaks the key off in the ignition making it very hard to start the car with your own key."

wow. tongiht was a funny night.
at the last minute, thanks to ben and his compassionate guestlist powers, i got into a good show for zero dollars.
i should admit here though, its not this nice little rareity that happens when my freinds put me on the guest list. i ask for it all the time. i like getting into shows for free. if you're in a band, and ask me to come to a show, i'll ask about a guestlist. i will. i'm shameless. but humble too. =)

and a good, nay great, walk for, what ended up being crepes and coffee. james frey, art, life. a good fizzle drizzle kinda rain.
i got excited about some creative stuff. its good for me to think intentionaly about being creative. i think i like myself more.
good night.
i'm listening to damien rice and reading searching for god knows what. oh, and go see the motorcycle diaries. beautiful. perfect.

church art. 

i'm watching
i am sam
i'm bawling.

::edit:: make that sobbing.

today i bought christmas tree ornaments.
i was walking around the bay, and suddenly there i was surrounded by all things christmas and beautiful. and then suddenly i found myself surrounded by tables declaring '75% off'.
and i thought to myself, what a wonderful world.

i also bought a pumpkin pie. (behind my hand i'm giggling).

hey buggers i made a quiz so you can show me your love in intellect forms.
take said quiz. prove your powers.

i wish you all could hear my little ode to soy milk that i'm singin.
seriously, my discovery of soy milk has put dance in my step
loopyness on my face
clear sailing in my bowles.
amen.

julie holds enlightenment.  

yikes. bikes.
i'm moving.
i'm worried about the pending stress.
oh help.