Carolyn Joy Tate

Happy birthday to the girl who gave to the Culture lexicon the gifts "heek" and "scrumpster dumpster". In fact - I remember "heek" was so white-hot for a time that we all grew hopelessly weary of the interjection and had to officially retire it to the scrumpster dumpster. The halcyon days of Hot Pockets, sheet-cake dinners, and voyages on the Mimi - I love and miss you tonight Carolina Absoluteee. God bless you. . .

Tongues Without Chests

It's by no means an absolute rule - but in general I don't want to hang out with people who use the word "freakin" as a minced oath. Either be profane or be creative. Of course I prefer the company of the latter; but the former will always do instead of suffering the half-hearted. One can't effectively combat evil who is discontented with good and as one engaged in the fight I want not their fellowship. Let's have the courage of our contentments as well as of our convictions.

January 11 - Happy Birthday Josh!

Georgia's an alright state. I suppose the worst thing I can say about it is that it happens to be situated some three thousand miles away from Idyllwild, California. I'd love to spend some of every day in the company of my brother Josh. He's one of only a handful of men that I would entrust the entire world to. Among the albums of my Josh memories, I suppose the most treasured page would be the one bearing the images of April 28, 1986 when he and I both accepted Christ in the Washington D.C. Convention Center after hearing the gospel call given by Billy Graham. Brothers indeed! Love you and your family Josh - I wish so very much I could be there to celebrate the day with you. . .

Now for a conversion of another kind

With the forty dollar coupon I got from the suits yesterday I went out and purchased a digital converter box for my tv. The picture is certainly far better but I can't say as much for the view. "And upon the fourth horse I saw a most curious rider. He had the body of a man and the head of a hyena and was endowed with a vulture's wings for arms and talons for feet. He cackled as he rode and the masses called after him chanting 'Maury! Maury!'"