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Church with Ima

8:27am CDT Sunday 14 July 2002

oooh.

Tired. Need to be at Ima and Eka's church in 1.25 hours.

Ima is the girl I met in sign language. Eka is her twin sister. They are funny; it should be fun. I'm not sure what I'll wear.

2:01pm

I wore pants and sandals and my red dragon-print shirt on top. I found the service to be long and boring. Two hours long. Lots of enthusiasm and singing and clapping and happiness, but all that was being said seemed strange to me.

I pretty much didn't believe the basic message of Jesus as savior and such.

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I noticed an interesting (paradox | double-standard | thing):

The bible story of David (who killed Goliath) sparing the life of Saul(?) the king guy was described. According to Brian (the preacher) David thought, "how can I kill Saul? even though he is bad, God put him here as King, and who am I to question God?"

Okay, fine.

But then later in Brian's sermon, he summarized the story of Karl Marx, saying that Marx saw his father being hypocritical toward life|religion|bbusiness and Marx went off to create Communism and call religion the opiate of the masses.

Then Brian went on to pooh-pooh Communism, saying it cause death and suffering, etc. Who is Brian to pooh-pooh Communism? God allowed Marx to create it, Stalin to embrace it; who is Brian to question God?

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I told Ima and Eka that I found the service too long and boring, but that I was glad for the opportunity to come. I chose not to join them for lunch. Ima introduced me to Brian, and I told him my basic differing beliefs:

1) If God is all loving, then how can God reject someone?

2) If God is everywhere, then how can God reject someone?

He invited me to study the bible with him, and I said it was quite unlikely that I would spend the time with him to do that, but that he could email me, and I gave him my card.

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At the end, Ima invited me to study the bible on my own. And I thought to myself, "I invite you to study the Koran, or the I Ching, or something else." I didn't say it because I wanted to go see my friends at Thoreau congregation down the street.

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The party at Thoreau was for Henry David Thoreau's 128th birthday, which is cool because 128 can be expressed as 10000000 in binary.

I chatted with Charlie, Valerie, Inger, Meara, Meara's dad Joe, Inger's mom Johanna, and Rhoda. And ate some cake and watermelon and cheese and crackers. Gave out several copies of my card and described the overview of my planned adventure to those who inquired.

Super thanks to all for the love and support!

Ellen

2:40pm CDT Sunday 14 July 2002

Super thanks to Ellen for letting me barge in on her lunch with Brad to use her phone so I could upload today's entries to my site. I had just given my website address to a bunch of parents and other church type people, so I figured the recent KTRU entry beginning with explitives would not necessarily be the optimal entry for them to see first.

I moved online the entries written since then, but before this one.

Yes, Tim, this is a case of me consciously aware that people are reading, and not just writing whatever I want whenever I want.

Gave Ellen and Brad my yellow adventure cards and briefed them on my plans.

Rally shirts

5:12pm CDT Sunday 14 July 2002

What do I want to do with all my rally shirts?

How can I choose to give some away and yet keep others?

Why don't I make a quilt out of all of them?

The ones that are my favorites I want both to wear and keep in good condition. The ones that are not my favorites I wish not to wear, and I don't mind if they get beat up a little. But wearing them is what beats them up and doesn't keep them in good condition.

Unicycle

8:32pm CDT Sunday 14 July 2002

I just drove around the neighborhood where I believe Scott lives. He's the man who loaned me his unicycle, for which I'm super thankful. I told him I would return it, but I've lost his contact information, including his last name.

I remember we were able to skate to his house from Texas Art Supply on Montrose, and I'm 100% sure I know which direction we went, and what street we were on. But I don't remember how far down we went, although I'm 90% sure I know which direction we turned off that street. I don't think we made any other turns.

I'm 100% sure I know which side of the street his house was on. It was a house with a garage on the left hand side as viewed from the street. Hmmmmmm.

I did knock on one door, but it wasn't the right one, apparently. It didn't match my brain 100%, but it was close enough to try.

I found this entry to be the closest to when I borrowed the unicycle, but no details on how to contact him again.

g

10:45pm CDT Sunday 14 July 2002

Fred is at my apartment helping me redesign how my journal entries are read. I had a guess that he would involve regular expressions somehow parsing something, but had no idea what he would parse with them; I'm trying to read a bunch of files from a directory structure.

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We were interrupted twice by phone calls, and were standing in the kitchen drinking water when it was time to get back to work. I asked, "did you think of a way to do the directory indexing, taking into consideration my criteria?"

Fred looked up at me, seriously considered the appropriate answer, then replied, "huh?"

We both laughed a lot.

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I was right; he suggested using regular expressions on a file that we create the represents the directory structure. Excellent.

So he set off to write the code to read the file, and I am going to create a mock-up of the file. "But first," he suggested, "music."

He looked through the CDs that I have allocated for him and selected either Marilyn Manson or The Simpsons. Excellent. I appreciate that we both equally appreciate such diverse styles.

house of pies carwash

1:42am CDT Monday 15 July 2002

Fred and I are at House of Pies right now. He's coding perl.

Here's one of the regular expressions he used for the new journal code:.

$ls1r =~ m!^\./(\d\d\d\d/[^:]*?):\s*$(.*?\n\n)!smg

I can pretty much understand it, but I couldn't have coded it.

3:02am

At home now; I have to be up at 6:30. Well, 7, but I'll be more relaxed if I get up at 6:30.

Oh, on the way home, we encountered a water sprinkler spraying a large volume of water in an arc into the street. Traffic on Kirby was minimal, so we stopped underneath it, rolled back and forth a bit like it was a car wash.

Water hitting the roof sounded just like a mechanical car wash and we laughed and hollered like little kids. Fun stuff.