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July 29
1:00 Hot Machines
1:30 Chin Up Chin Up
2:00 Man Man
2:35 Band of Horses
3:30 Mountain Goats
4:20 Destroyer
5:10 Art Brut
6:10 Ted Leo
7:10 The Futureheads
8:10 The Walkmen
9:10 Silver Jews
Biz3 Stage:
1:00 8 Bold Souls
1:50 Flosstradamus
2:50 Chicago Underground Duo
3:45 Tyondai Braxton
4:30 Ghislain Poirier
5:25 Spank Rock
6:45 Matmos
7:40 Matthew Dear
8:40 A-Trak
July 30
1:00 Tapes ‘n Tapes
1:30 Danielson
2:00 Jens Lekman
2:35 The National
3:30 Liars
4:20 Aesop Rock & Mr. Lif
5:10 Mission of Burma
6:10 Devendra Banhart
7:10 Yo La Tengo
8:10 Spoon
9:10 Os Mutantes
Biz3 Stage:
1:00 Jeff Parker / Nels Cline Quartet
1:55 Bonde Do Role
2:50 CSS
3:40 Cage
4:30 Tarantula A.D.
5:20 Ada
6:10 Glenn Kotche
7:10 Dominik Eulberg
8:10 Diplo
this week i moved out of the yellow house... the lovely home belonging to the Meiners, that has been my home for the past year.
Whenever big changes occur, I start to feel very blue. It happened when I graduated, it happened when I got engaged, and now it's happening again.
Last night, a flood of sentimental feelings accompanied the memories as I put things in boxes and bags (mostly I just put things in trash bags cause that's easier). It is during these times that I need my friends so badly. Amidst change my head feels tired with remembrance, sometimes regret, grief of time that is past and over, and the somber face of an unknown future.
For now, living in the unknown is one of my callings. Fortunately I know that I'm called to become a great wife for Stephen, who I love and adore. But that cannot be the end. As for my individual personhood, I am mostly at a loss, but thankful that I have a God who I can pray to and thankful that I can happily surrender the want, the fear, the question, and the struggle to Him.
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also spent the weekend in florida trying to get tan and going to formal Jacksonville wedding with all the festivities. Fun, exhausting.
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to live is christ
became my mercy
to die is gain.
"Anxiety and Fear are what we know best in this fantastic century of
ours. Wars and rumors of wars. From civilization itself to what seemed the
most unalterable values of the past, everything is threatened or already in
ruins. We have heard so much tragic news that when the news is good we
cannot hear it. But the proclamation of Easter Day is that all is well. And as a
Christian, I say this not with the easy optimism of one who has never known a time when all was not well but as one who has faced the cross with all its
obscenity as well as in all its glory, who has known one way or another what it
is like to live separated from God. In the end, his will, not ours, is
done. Love is the victor. Death is not the end. The end is life. His life
and our lives through him, in him. Existence has greater depths of beauty,
mystery, and benediction than the wildest visionary has ever dared to
dream.
Christ our Lord has risen."
-Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat
since then the season has changed from winter to the poking buds of early spring, and again from early spring to the thick green foliage of Appalacia in late april.
i will soon be taking a 'retreat' of sorts, which from all perspectives seems foreordained. I will be housesitting on a lake in Soddy Daisy, which will give me the chance to do something thinking, writing, and praying during the next two weeks. And during that time I will also be graduating from college and transitioning into the real world (for real) this time. Good time for solitude. My friend Susan recently said these wise things, prodding me to 'grieve' a bit for my college years...
"we were talking about the whole idea of resurrection. the simple, obvious, and easily forgotten truth of the matter is that there is no resurrection without death. and our lives as believers are supposed to be completely about the work of redemption that's embodied in the resurrection. so this leaves us with the fact that our lives, by nature of involving a lot of life and resurrection, are going to also involve a whole lot of death. i think that our twenties are a decade of many deaths ... the kind that come in the form of change ... change in identity, location, vocation, personal theology, friendships, family, etc. so the hope is that while we are mourning almost more than we can bear, we can also keep our eyes peeled for the life that's growing in death's place. we can keep our ears out for Jesus' voice ... and, like lazarus, we hear his voice most powerfully when we are lying helpless in the tomb. how beautiful to think of these hard moments of sadness as opportunities to be called back to life by Christ himself. it encourages me, perhaps it will you too.
]]>"Maestro Brahms, are you enjoying yourself?"
and he responded,
"Yes madam, that is all that I am enjoying."
In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue
The theme of Gods salvation, And find it ever new
Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say
Let the unknown tomorrow, Bring with it what it may
Tomorrow can bring us nothing, But He will bear us through
Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too
Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed
And He who feeds the ravens, Will give His children bread
Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
Their wonted fruit should bear
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks or herds be there
Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice
For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice!
For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice!
Here is a verse for kings:
"Now brothers I have applied these things to myself and Apollos for your benefit, so that you may learn from us the meaning of the saying, "Do not go beyond what is written," then you will not take pride in one man against another. For who makes you different from anyone else? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not? Already you have all you want! Already you have become rich! You have become kings.
1 Corinthians 4:6-8a
Weird. Yes. I know. Sometimes I think about things like that and I chuckle.
Last night I thought about the time my friends Suzanne and Hayley went on a Camping/Canoeing trip and with every stroke of the canoe paddle, they were haunted by "Carlisle.. Carlisle...Carlisle," the brand written on their oars. Which, to everyone aware of "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle, it is clear why this would be deeply disturbing.
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