Monthly Archives: June 2004

The plan for today

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The plan for today, Saturday, is not very ambitious. That’s what I like ;-) We plan to set up the nice pool my brother Jeff bought for Keegan a few years ago. It’s a 20′ pool and it hasn’t been set up in a while. We skipped setting it up last year because we were gone so much that summer. I just hope that everything works, there are no holes, etc. It will take a lot of work to clean it before filling it up. I also hope we will have the energy to tackle another project, which is to rip out the overgrown shrubbery around our patio in the back of the house, and dig a hole to put the pond into the ground where it belongs. If we can get that done, I can clean out the pond, fix the pump and fountain, and plant the water lily we purchased for it. We can also go shopping for fish to put in it. As it now stands, it’s just serving as a wonderful breeding ground for mosquitoes. Uck. It is such beautiful weather today, a pleasant 70 degrees and a bright, sunny sky. Here’s to a great weekend!

Read It on a Dream: The Library Musical

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A friend (thanks Jane J.!) sent me a link to “Read It on a Dream: The Library Musical.” As the opening statement describes this mini movie (available in Quicktime or Windows Media), “Sometimes, you are moved by such a strong emotion that you can only express it through song. As we learn from musical theatre that emotion can swell up anytime: in a corner deli, on a playground, in an open field–even at the library.” It’s pretty funny to watch. I’d love to know where it was filmed. The stunned and stupefied looks by fellow students as two other students suddenly stand up in a library and begin singing this musical number are priceless! I think this idea has merit; spontaneous singing could be just the ticket to liven up the dull, boring library. I’ll have to talk to my director about this great idea I have…<grin>.

God, I wanna tell you somethin’

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We are in the process of weaning Tristan from the longstanding need for me to lay down with him when it’s time for bed. It’s hard. He really likes having me with him in bed; I suppose it is a comfort/security thing. Anyway, the result is that I am often woken during the night by Tristan crying because he has discovered that I’m no longer in bed with him, and he doesn’t like being in bed alone. This happened again last night. When I lay down with him to get him back to sleep, the funniest thing happened. As he lay there sleeping, or so I thought, he suddenly said, “God, I wanna tell you somethin’. I really don’t like being in my bed by myself. Please make Daddy stay with me tonight!” It was both touching and quite humorous at the same time. This isn’t the first conversation he’s had with God and I’m beginning to wonder if he has a special line straight to God’s ear… I think He finds it just as funny as I do.

Maniac Demoniac

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Here is a poem written by my brother, Dan, based on the story of the demon-possessed man in Luke 8, and how Jesus heals him. Posted here with his permission:

MANIAC DEMONIAC

Hate, rage, self destruction,
Mind gone wild, world disrupted
Power possesses, no one can bind
Man of the Tombs, out of my mind

Cut myself, it feels good
My one wish is self destruction,
Everyone’s afraid of what I’ve become
Paranoia stalks my mind

Nakedness is freedom and then its fear,
Chains bind but can’t hold us,
We’re running, I’m hiding amongst the dead,
Fearing, fearing, the eye of God

One approaches, who is this?
It can’t be! He doesn’t exist!
Light burns my inner mind,
It exposes, exposes who I am

Jesus, Son of the most High God!
Leave us, leave me, don’t come near!
Your presence is torture
And I’m out of my mind.

He says “What is your name”?
What a question!!!
Unifying power of Divine identification
Ownership of God can’t be denied

I, we, say our names are Thousands,
How can You ask such a question?
Who are we, who am I?
I don’t know, they’ve taken possession!

We beg, I beg, don’t torture us,
Don’t throw me-us into the abyss
Lord of All, we know who you are
We beg don’t send us to the hellfire!

Without a word, with unspoken command,
With God Almighty power that throws me down
He casts them out and I left with me
Whole in mind and set so free

Jesus, Jesus, Lord of All!
Master Savior! You’ve made me whole
God of God, Light of Light
You’ve saved me by Your awesome might

I am me and set so free
Clothed and sitting sensibly
At my Master’s feet, Oh Jesus King
My life is yours, to you I’ll cling

To Him I Cling, To Him I Cling
To Him I Cling, To Him I Cling

© Dan Oberg

Lane’s End (Devon, England)

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My brother Dan recently created a nice website for relatives in England. My sister-in-law, Linda, is from Devon, and her parents have a centuries-old farm called “Snape” on which they recently built a cabin that they rent out to vacationers. The cabin is called “Lane’s End.” Click here to see the online version of the official brochure for “Lane’s End” that Dan put on the web. There are also some additional photos of the farm and surrounding countryside taken by him on a visit to this beautiful place a few years ago. I was fortunate to spend some time there as well about five years ago, and among other experiences, was able to help birth a lamb! If you’re ever in England and are looking for a wonderful place, a hideaway, in which to get some rest and relaxation, this is THE place to go.

CNN.com feature article on blogging

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I was surprised, and gratified, to see a prominent article on the topic of blogging on CNN.com this afternoon. The article is entitled “Internet star spreads blogging gospel” and is about a highly successful Japanese entrepreneur named Joichi Ito who is heavily involved in several aspects of the “blogsphere” including Technorati.com, as well as Moveable Type and TypePad.

Golf fart

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This past Saturday, Keegan was able to spend most of the day at a friend’s house. At suppertime, he told us about the fun things he did that day. One of the things he mentioned was that he got to ride in his friend’s golf cart. Tristan, our three year old, was trying to listen intently to what his big brother was saying, but he misunderstood, and replied, “Golf fart! Eeewwww, gross!”