20.4.06

google your own name

this was the command of an artical i was reading so of cause i did it... i would just like to share some of the cool things that i do....

i seem to be the lead singer and guitarist for a Band called Destroy Cowboy

i play soccer for the Alfreton Town Football Club see num 81

i am the events coordinator for the student union of reading university

wow looks like i realy get arround ;)

14.4.06

random thoughts

I now have a sweet little blogger dashboard widget. so i might post some little random thoughts every now and then... 

I will be away over easter on the Young Life retreat! whooo hooo.... it will be fun

cya (perhaps on the flipside dave?) 

7.4.06

the canberra gravy train

ok so despite my usual joy in paying out those well paid under worked public servants, this post is about something even more essential to the "culture" of canberra.

For those that dont know there is usually nothing in canberra open past 8pm and thus the lat night snack after church.. or a gig is hard to find... in fact you have only a few choices, all of them are able to be towed away on the back of a 84 commodore with a towball... that’s right the infamous canberra food carts. Let me do the review of these fine establishments.

The Doghouse - Sadly no longer with us this was the best of the bunch, it had an item called "The Drovers Dog" this burger was 2 beef patties, 2 steaks, double bacon, a kransky sausage and a slice of cheese between each slab of meat! It was so big it wiped out some of the biggest eaters i have known... even i had problems getting through it...

Checkers - located near the belconnen community centre this was a fav after a movie or Young Life.. the house specialty was a double bacon and egg burger.

The G Spot. ok have you finished giggling yet... this had the most creative menu with the bastard, the bloody bastard (both burgers with or without different toppings) and the great "cone" of chips.

the one thing that linked each of these places together was one ingredient, one thing that no matter where you went was the same.... the Gravy...

Whenever you ordered chips and gravy a thick drenching of salty goodness smothered the chips so that the only way to eat it was with the plastic fork provided. I always wondered... "how did that gravy come to be? what strange process produced this artery clogging goodness"

I now know, for on a trip to find gravy at the local supermarket emma picked up the cheapest most bogan looking gravy and i sware from MUCH experience that this is it... the holy grail... the canberra gravy train...

so now the secret revealed with "Sooo! Gravy"


6.4.06

the negatives of positive

Over at aropaxnation, dave shared a great little post about negativity in christian circles, this prompted a reply that got too big and turned into a post…. So here are my 3 approaches to the question of questioning, be it theology or practice….

1. The happy clappy cult of positivity- sung "where never is heard a discouraging word.... and something about deer and antelopes" where critique is always bad. I remember hearing a former H##%$*%G pastor saying from the pulpit. "you can write me a complaint but it will get filled in the round bin next to my desk.

2. The oh so PoMo cult of negativity – Where we like to cut down just for the fun of it (and it can be fun), but this can defiantly get you down after a while and not allow anybody to say boo without somebody coming up and saying “Well actually in the Greek boo had many different meanings and well yours is wrong sooo…. DIE IN HELL HERETIC”

3. The culture of community – This I believe is the middle ground, in any functioning community there is encouragement, good debate and a willingness to have all members of the community involved… when we have this culture we can sit around discussing the theology of the talk we have just heard and feel open enough to either agree or disagree. Criticism becouse a tool to improve when it is done in a loving community.

I know that these are caricatures but I believe I have experienced both the extremes and the middle ground, and I know the middle ground gives much freedom.

Lets strive for the middle ground or as I like to term it… The Radical Middle!