Inspiring Courage

"Fear profits a man nothing"
 - The 13th Warrior

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about fear. [I in fact meant to post this on the 15th of January, but the words just didn't come...They have now arrived.] Fear paralyses us from attempting what we think is impossible. It "freezes the blood" in our veins, "makes our hearts sink," and "destroys our will" to act.

No lasting city

While typing this, I received word that a friend of mine from high school passed away this morning from a brain aneurysm. I dedicate this post to Paul Pruszynski: May he rest in peace in that city which is to come (Hebrews 13:14; 12:22-24)

How we know what love is

"The glory that you have given me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me."
~ Jesus praying to God, in the Garden of Gethsemane, as recorded in John 17:23

Skywalker Syndrome

Well! It has been a while, much longer than I intended, since my last post. In order to keep some record of what I've been up, I'm going to try and sum up several thoughts that were going through my head from 30 November through 13 December; from there, I intend to write a couple more posts about more current happenings.

Intersections, or: Of Thanks & Hope

I noticed just how pessimistic, cynical, and arrogant I'm being about the abysmal use of English in my current environs, and that's not how I want to respond to what could otherwise be simply amusing errors that make me smile (taking what "I've seen on Mulberry Street" and enjoying it).
...Oddly, I don't have any English anomalies to report today.

Sherman's "French" quarter

Today's unbearable error is brought to you by the letter B.
B, as in Bastogne, Brussels, or Beleriand; B as in baby, berry, or bog; B as in bubbly, boisterous, or buoyant.

B.

Showing how with Threat and Pen, more is Effected than by Sword

Well, I'm finally hunkering down to the task of starting a blog. There won't be much in this entry; my need to express bemused frustration with the anguished state of English has hit its limit, and I have hit upon blogging as a means to record the many errors, mistakes, and generally humourous misuses of English that keep me sane in my year of community service.