Medicine of Immortality "It's a cold, and it's a broken, 'Hallelujah!'"

Posted by Rick on June 30th, 2002

Someone just pointed something out to me that I had forgotten. Sarah Faith (Schlissel) Hodges attends Joe Morecraft’s church.

Posted by Rick on June 30th, 2002

Oh, today was Auburn Avenue’s first Sunday with kneelers…it was also our first Sunday with a guitar, but I think that happened kind of spur of the moment when the pianist decided to back out.

Posted by Rick on June 30th, 2002

My friend Tara from church started a blog. We now have four bloggers from AAPC, including Duane and Sarah. BTW, Tara is my sculpting teacher hehe.

Posted by Rick on June 30th, 2002

Joy unspeakable! Share my tears of joy. A friend of mine, Hana, has been restored to the Church after being excommunicated about a year ago I can’t even begin to share my joy with you.

Posted by Rick on June 30th, 2002

Looks kinda like me. Thanks for hosting this Jenn.

Posted by Rick on June 29th, 2002

This is way too cool. I made a lego man that looked just like me. Maybe I can get someone to host it. I mean, he’s my twin. You can make one too at reasonablyclever.com

Posted by Rick on June 29th, 2002

Sarah describes Monroe: “Now we’re in Monroe. VERY South. VERY VERY South, especially for me, the closet Yankee. Until now. I find myself every day getting more attached to the culture here. Sure, it’s a small town (a little larger than Belleville, IL), and there really isn’t anywhere to go unless you want to go to Jackson or Vicksburg, but the people are really nice. Much nicer than where I grew up, and much nicer than the folks in St. Louis, for the most part. This is a place where, even though I might get bored from time to time, I feel like the friends I make will feel like family.”

It’s a great culture. However, I never thought of Monroe as a small town. It’s a small city, but it is a lot bigger than anything around here. Sure, it’s not St. Louis. I did see Duane and Sarah at the video store last night, which kinda reinforces the smallness of Monroe. And yes, we have such nice folk. Like me.

Posted by Rick on June 29th, 2002

When was the last time you…

1. ...sent a handwritten letter? I wrote thank you notes to the people whose house I stayed at in Portland. Last real letter I wote, I believe, was…um…wow…it’s been awhile. I think I wrote Rachel in like February.

2. ...baked something from scratch or made something by hand?
Um…Well, it was before the letter.

3. ...camped in a tent?
It’s been longer than the baking. I think two or three summers.

4. ...volunteered your time to church, school, or community?
Thursday

5. ...helped a stranger?
Yesterday.

From Jenn

Name: Riccardo Anthony Capezza

Favorite Chocolate Bar: Hershey’s with almonds

Longest Toe: big toe

Number of Centimeters in an Inch: 2.54

Most Dreaded non Tropical Illness: I um…I dunno

Most Dreaded Tropical Illness: Elephantiasis…if that’s a tropical illness, I surely don’t want it.

Laser or Ink Jet: Laser

Favorite Software: ummm

Favorite Hardware: c’mon, really

What would you like to change about your pre-resurrection body: I wouldn’t have a natural unibrow that I have to pluck. Yes, I pluck. Well it’s not bad…but enough to bug me.

Biggest Blog Pet Peeve: Really long posts…umm…which I am guilty of right now.

How far do you have pi memorized: 3.14

Biggest Holes in Knowledge: Politics

Favorite Brady Bunch Episode: Umm…I remember Marsha breaks her nose in one…that’s all I remember…oh this section is going to show how bad my memory is.

Favorite Leave it to Beaver: Dunno if I’ve ever watched it.

Favorite Scooby Doo: I remember some dragons…and some water…and…umm…I have scooby slippers, comforter, and pillowcases…how’s that?

Favorite Three’s Company: The only thing I remember from that was Jack falling over the couch.

Favorite Different Strokes: All I remember are a white guy whose name I think is Mr. Drummond, and two black kids…and a white girl who later became some sort of drug addict. And the phrase, “Watcha talkin bout Willis?” Oh yeah, I think Willis smoked weed once.

Preferred Length for a Sermon: I am not sure…probably 25 minutes

Baseline or Serve and Volley: Ummm…what?

Neosporin or Polysporin: Neosporin

Favorite Book: Psalms

Favorite Fiction Book: I really don’t know.

Kid’s Movie Pet Peeve: I dunno…anything gross…I mean, c’mon, can’t you do better at humour?

Years Since last swam in a pool: probably four years…though for some reason I think I swam once or twice since I started college

Boxers or Briefs: Shhhh

If you had a button that when pressed would bring about the consummation of history, would you press it?: I kinda like history…the end will come when it comes.

Favorite Beastie Boys’ Song: That one about the right to fight to party

Highest Math Class Passed: Calculus

Can you balance a Redox Equation: nah

Height: 5’8”

Weight: umm like 270

Crazy Thing you Always Threaten to Do: Just leave the country…for fun.

Progeny? I’m in favour of them.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: Um…hopefully married with some kids…editing or teaching….probably still in school…hopefully in someplace warm

From Jon

Posted by Rick on June 28th, 2002

I find that some of my best thinking, theologically, comes while I am sleeping. Over the years, I’ve solved some of my deepest theological questions while in my sleep.

Posted by Rick on June 27th, 2002

I’m sooo procrastinating! Oh, here’s an excerpt of what I am supposed to be working on right now…

“The scene reads like a Puritan horror story. One pictures Endicott as a maniacal Roderick Usher pushing his way up from the ground or expects to see nearby an Emily “Goody” Grierson sleeping with a skeleton. As Hawthorne does best, he is concentrating on the “dark” side of the Puritans, emphasizing their strict discipline. This Episcopalian suspected of being a Papist, this woman who knows not when to be silent, and this wretched wanton gospeller cannot be a part of the Puritan community. No, they are sinners. Woe to him who challenges John Endicott!”

Sorry, I feel like I am writing a story rather than a critical essay. I’m in a silly mood.