Now before you go jumping to conclusions, no I’m not leaving Swiftyvillerton. Jenn and I are reasonably happy here and don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. The moving I’m talking about is moving blog homes. You can find the link to my old blog, Humble Musings of a Curious Man , in the list of blogs called “blogroll”. It’s kind of a weird feeling moving my online address. It would seem that it shouldn’t be as big a deal as moving a real address, but I think this virtual move actually has me more anxious than my physical move from Regina to Swift Current last year. In my real move I had to pack and move stuff in boxes to a new house 250km away. How do you move something that doesn’t really physically exist though? I can’t literally move my thoughts, my lists, and my pictures of from website to another. I have to leave it behind. It may be silly, but it is slightly traumatic to have to leave behind the thoughts and records of the past year of my life. Physical ...
This may be a seemingly trivial post, and in reality it probably is, but this evening as I was perusing the blogs of friends of mine I was struck by the frustration of the limitations of my own blog. Because my windows live space is controlled by the evil empire of Bill, they have made it so only people with windows live accounts (hotmail, etc.) can post comments on my blog. This may seem small, but I think the "interaction" that you can get from people posting comments on your blog postings is an important part of the whole blogging experience. I have contemplated starting a new blog elsewhere, on a site that would allow people to post their insightful or innocuous comments after my musings, but the fact that it would mean leaving behind what I've compiled over the past year on this blog is a major deterrent. This site may not compare to Barth's "Church Dogmatics", it has become a place where I can compile my thoughts and my life. I have never been a ...
I t's hard to believe that it's been over 15 months since we moved here. Time flies unbelievably fast the older I get, and am I getting old! In that time since we moved here we have often been asked the question, "So how do you like Swift Current?" Jenn and I have developed the standard answer for the standard question, "We like it, but it doesn't have a decent coffee shop." This answer usually gets the same standard response, "What do you mean? We have two Tim Horton's." (Insert "sigh" here.) Tim Horton's is all fine and dandy if you want a mediocre cup of coffee on the fly. It's cheap and it has a drive through. It needs to be understood though that Tim Horton's is not a coffee shop. It is just a fast food joint that serves coffee. Well, after 15 months of waiting and giving the standard answer to the standard question and then receiving the standard response, all the standards are going to have to be thrown out the ...
Well in the last two weeks, it was the best of times and it was the worst of times. This has been my life as the assistant coach and defensive co-ordinator of the Golden Gophers. Two weeks ago we pitched our second straight defensive shutout, we scored our first touchdown of the year, we played hard through a driving rain in single digit temperatures that would make a grown man cry in agony, and of course our kids did too. All of this happened on the way to winning our first game of the season. The kids were starting to run and hit like real football players. They seemed to finally get it! It was so exciting that I lost my voice for a day or two afterwards. Then came the next week. I wondered where our team went and who the kids wearing the yellow jersey's were. The team was terrible. The didn't run. They didn't hit. They didn't know the plays. They looked like figure skaters with football jerseys on, minus the athleticism. We got absolutely trounced. It was ...
I'm a big music fan, but I can't say that I've ever been a major fan of a lot of music made before I was born. Now you may think that makes me kind of a shallow music fan, but if you ask anyone who knows me they could easily prove to you that that isn't the case. I have a deep appreciation for all kinds and genres of music, except swing and ska because they aren't real genres of music, just dreck. To get to the point though, something that one of those groups making music before I was born wrote deals exactly with what I'm thinking right now. Simon and Garfunkel performed a song called "I am a Rock" (written by Paul Simon) in which Paul Simon essentially espoused the idea that he had no need for friendship or love because they had the potential to cause pain, and he was perfectly content, alone, in his own hermetically sealed world. Well, let me be the first to say - or at least one to say - that Paul Simon, although a gifted song writer, is not a great ...
