david-nathanael-jones
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Again
Since I know I have at least one reader, and since writing is a good thing, I begin again. One, you better keep your end of the bargin.
3:19 -
3:25 - I just wrote something about writing and erased it. I would erase this but I want to get through this first post as soon as possible.
3:26 - I have a crink in my neck that has lived there (in the left side, just next to my vocal cords) on and off for the past four years. It feels like someone has inserted a closed fist under the left side of my jawbone such that half the fist has actually grown into the flesh of my neck. Right now the fist is angry and tight. It's not always this tight.
3:33 - My son, Andrew; Andrew, my son: he is almost crawling now. He sits gets up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth. Sometimes he puts a hand or a knee foward, but no consecutive foward movements yet. Its absolutely mindblowing how fast this son of mine is going to grow up into a person who speaks and has feelings, who thinks in the first person and thinks about me as a second person. I will be "Dad"; he will be "me"; another generation in this grand drama of time and space before the Lord, the giver of life.
3:37 - Trying to order this jumbled mind of mine takes time. Come back to the concrete: write. It's threeforty and Sunday; more will come, but not today.
3:19 -
3:25 - I just wrote something about writing and erased it. I would erase this but I want to get through this first post as soon as possible.
3:26 - I have a crink in my neck that has lived there (in the left side, just next to my vocal cords) on and off for the past four years. It feels like someone has inserted a closed fist under the left side of my jawbone such that half the fist has actually grown into the flesh of my neck. Right now the fist is angry and tight. It's not always this tight.
3:33 - My son, Andrew; Andrew, my son: he is almost crawling now. He sits gets up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth. Sometimes he puts a hand or a knee foward, but no consecutive foward movements yet. Its absolutely mindblowing how fast this son of mine is going to grow up into a person who speaks and has feelings, who thinks in the first person and thinks about me as a second person. I will be "Dad"; he will be "me"; another generation in this grand drama of time and space before the Lord, the giver of life.
3:37 - Trying to order this jumbled mind of mine takes time. Come back to the concrete: write. It's threeforty and Sunday; more will come, but not today.
posted by Dave # 12:17 PM 
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If you don't have a mouse wheel, just hold down Ctl and then press your "+" and "-" signs. See, now it's like reading the Reader's Digest seeing-impaired edition!
All that advice for no charge; dang.
HELLO...DAVE. This is Ryan Griffith writing under mike Tong's pen-name, "sparticus". I am here with the Tongs and with Brian Tabb and the now Kristin Tabb sending you warm and korean-food filled greetings from the nort'. Also say hello to your lovely wife and new baby (ps send some pictures will ya?). Greetings as well from the former Wheaton grad school contingent to one Scott and two Deborah Hafemann whom we sincerely and severely miss along with you. Hey to the east coast.
Hey Davey,
just wanted to share a little love on this page as well.
Tentative answer to a question we used to plumb together: Life is neither pain with occasional joy, nor joy with occasional pain. Life is.
I realize how out of context that is, but...
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just wanted to share a little love on this page as well.
Tentative answer to a question we used to plumb together: Life is neither pain with occasional joy, nor joy with occasional pain. Life is.
I realize how out of context that is, but...
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