here's something i've written.
you're reading this on the condition you also will post something you've written on your lj. gogo team.

Basketball.

Three syllables, a thousand possibilities. It was by this mantra that the 2007/8 Second Grade Basketballers, first grade spirit demonstrators, played out the season. Their rags to riches tale of heartbreak, success and of finally finding true victory, that from the heart, is one that has inspired and stunned the public eye. This very eye they poked with a sharp stick as they defied all odds to rise to the peak of local, public school, second grade basketball.

 

The beginnings of this team I liken to the recent Batman series; a patchy, yet solid beginning, rising to a climax of pure, unquestionable excellence. Fortunately, our crew avoided any misadventure and all saw out the season. For many players, this was their freshman year of organised ‘ball. In this respect it was a few weeks till the training wheels were finally ditched by the wayside and the metaphorical bike which represents the basketball team was rolling down the similarly analogous hill at an unstoppable speed.

 

Under the caring hand of Mr. Weiss, combined with the gentle guidance of the more battle wearied players, these young sportsmen grew to fill boots previously labelled “Far-too-large”. By the centre point of the season plays such as ‘Fist’ and the infamous inbound manoeuvre ‘Weiss’ were running as smooth as their creator’s bearded face. It was this incomparable teamwork and formidable vigilance which provided the foundation for a house which would not be crushed by a huffing and puffing wolf.

 

This wolf, and here of course I am referring to the opposing teams, surely attempted every act of cunning, surpassing even that which was faced by our three pork filled friends, in order to assert dominance over the Falcons. Of course (if you will allow me to push this allegory far beyond its natural life) the Falcons made like the last pig; all bricks and brains.

 

As with every team, training and commitment were the yeast and flour of the loaf of bread which was the team. Yeast, in that it allowed for the development and exploitation (such a word is only necessary in the cut throat world of sports) of each individual’s skill so that every member might make their greatest contribution to the team. And flour, in that it was these early Friday mornings, when the sun had not yet warmed the bones of the earth, which formed bonds between teammates which would prove to become indissoluble in ages to come.

 

A tree has its branches, a book its pages. A fan its blades and a soap opera its handsome young men and women and the fascinating, yet morally defunct love triangles they form. In precisely the same way the Seconds Basketball team had its players. These men:…

 

As the season reached a climax so too did the conviction of the Falcons. They were to stop at no standard less than Grand Final victory. In a hypothetical reality in which the team did not clinch victory, several minds where blown far beyond the seven suns in sheer shock and utter disgust. However, much to the relief of said minds, this was not the reality in which the Falcons existed. It was a hypothetical one. The Falcons did indeed claim absolute and incontestable dominance over their foes.

Liberté, égalité, fraternité. This was the tripartite motto of the French revolution. In many ways I believe that the Second Grade Basketballers of 2007/8 embody these values of liberty, equality and fraternity like no other group of sports associated men. Let us pray that their season as basketballers does not end in a Reign of Terror in which over 16,000 people die by guillotine.

hey so i'm off today.

so is liv, chelsea, katherine and ellie.

crazy days huh?!

and - old snow patrol = quality.

final straw is a great album. kinda makes me sad about their that last one. uhh... eyes open. yeah i didn't LOVE it you know?

hi again lj.

hihi!

church was cool today. there were people i hadn't seen in ages. it was rad.

just watched disturbia. it had some good jumps, i thought. it was fun.

uhh right.

can't be bothered to write huh?

yep.

night!

spose this is my first day of holidays.

it's been really wierd.

i guess it's not so hard to get on the wrong side of people is it? i think (let's make that; i've found) girls espiecially.


well you don't want to hear about that.
i bought silent steeples by dispatch today cause they're finally on itunes.

it's really really good.

school camp.
17th to the 22nd of August.

death cab.
18th of August.



salt in a pretty fresh wound.

feels like hydrochloric acid really. well. it would. if i was more dramatic.

let's stick with salt.

and a wound.

hi.

thrice are touring soon.

i'm seeing the grates in about a week and a half.

death cab, obviously.

musically, my world is an exciting place.


does anyone know anything about the radiohead live album(s?!)?

twelve childeren
are swimming around a pool
(emotionally).

this is a cop out.

that is a burger. it was small but very very tasty. nobody makes a burger like the japanese. it's true. try and argue with me. go on. try. wimp...

Why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?

Thinking he was a gardener she said,

Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.





How
often
do I mistake the Creating Lord, the humble, caring, loving, gentle Shepard, the Almighty Saviour,
for a gardener?

What does He feel when I ask Him to point me to something else, someone else? Something that will satisfy me?





Jesus says to me;
James.

(I know why you're crying, I know who you're looking for)

hello.

They brought Him first to Annas, who was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, the high priest that year. Caiaphas was the one who had advised the Jews that it would be good if one man died for the people.

it's good advice.

if only he knew, huh?

death
cab.

(your secret is safe. you musta just  missed those tickets...)

it's been a little while i suppose.

i come here intentionless, so don't expect heaps.

i'm in a bit of a dire straits phase at the moment. telegraph road is epic and incredible and previously horrifically underrated by me.

love over gold is 5 tracks. they just don't make 'em like that anymore.

wild times.

i'll tell you what: people are practically throwing music at you these days. here's one i know you'll enjoy.


narrow stairs is a win.
hands up for some dc gig madness.

here's a challenge. it's huge.

"I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you."
                    -Jesus Christ in John chapter 17.

The very man on whom our entire faith is based says "Be one with your Christian family, just as I am one with God." The being who is God was be one with each other as I am one with God.

I can't even begin to comprehend what this means for our relationships. To be one with my Christian family as Christ is one with God. If you can help me to understand what that might involve I'm keen to know.

This has been a huge challenge to me. Please pray for me about it.

Come all you weary with your heavy loads
Lay down your burdens find rest for your souls
Cause my yoke is easy and my burden is kind
I’ll take yours upon me and you can take mine

Come all you weary, move through the earth,
You've been spurned at fine restaurants and kicked out of church;
I’ve got a couple of loaves, so sit down at my feet,
lend me your ears and we'll break bread and eat

Come all you weary
Come gather round near me
Find rest for your souls

Come all you weary, crippled you lay
I’ll help you along you can lay down your canes
We’ve got a long way to go but we’ll travel as friends
The lights growing bright further up, further in


sam you might even like this. youtube linky

what a peace it is that we can have!

we are not in any way dependent on this world.

your money, your health, your friends, your uni, your freedom, your family.
however much or little (in sydney it's probably a matter of how much) the Lord has blessed you in these ways, THEY DON'T MATTER.


isn't that a great peace? you can have these things and love them. but they don't have to matter to you. you have something so much greater.



it's not well put. but you know what i mean right? think about that. think about it.

go take 5 minutes out of whatever the hell you're doing sometime and look at what you have.

just stop and be. exist in the reality you are in. the God. the cross. a new life, that is beyond this world.


shucks i'm just gonna hit post...

hi hi!

kyck.
a little controversial. a little not very traditional kyck. not a little bit of singing.

wild fun.

it's all about the people you know? doesn't matter if they opened with a hip hop dance. you know? that doesn't matter.
i met people. proper meetings. i love those people.

graham stanton challenged my prayer life.

talking from psalms. when you look at it, there's at least one logical and blatantly obvious conclusion to draw from the psalms.

prayer is not exclusive of emotion.

anger, passion, love, joy. you know, what you feel in real life. where was the emotion in my prayers? it's a matter of being real with God. he doesn't want my droned off sorry, thanks, others, please. he wants me. i gotta stop rose-tinting my prayers.

something for kate

death cab

two bands i'm really into at the moment.
i'm staying up later than my eyes say i should so i can finish sfk's elsewhere for 8 minutes.


if you're anything like i think you are you'll like this. maybe you should turn around and listen to it. the video clip is average is what i'm saying.


in fact, if you're anything like i think you are you've already heard the song.

i hope you enjoyed it again.

to celebrate a new friend i am posting my first picture.

one he will love.

hi girls.

you see, i think everybody who reads this is a girl.

my driving assumption was wrong. i'm not sure if i hope this is also wrong. i wonder what that thought is that you're thinking right now.

if you're willing to divulge some kinda private information i.e your thoughts. then post that thought as a comment.

you're a wimp otherwise.

or perhaps a girl.

i'm drinking the soup from a 2 minute noodle effort and i'm not sure how much i want to be doing it but it is particularly tasty.

salt.


yep yep. 16 minutes later and i'm feeling that there's gonna be some psychadelic dreams tonight

back from work - independent theatre.

who woulda thought that accountants are really no good at theatre sports?

most people i'd assume. but not, perhaps, the people who organised this particular event. shame really. it would have been useful information to them.

driving is pretty cool huh? i'm assuming most of my readership can drive/have been driving.

safe assumption?

yes.

night.

(do you hate me for wasting your life?)

(answer: no. because if you did you wouldn't be on lj in the first place.)

so i posted that last one, what, i dunno maybe 15 hours ago. whilst working the google on the internet machine it has already got my post as part of it's search results.

lock up your wives and children.