Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Brown Trout


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Pre-script: If you click on the pictures you can view thim. I am having issues with blogger. Davey, a former cabin mate here at the Brown Trout, named it after a reference to a quote in Norman Maclean's Novella A River Runs Through It. In it, Maclean describes the Elkhorn Ridge as being like a brown trout in that it was more beautiful because it was in part ugly. As some of you probably know, I've been living in Manitou Springs Colorado since January of this year. I've lived in a small three bedroom cabin with as many as three roommates. This cabin is one of many that Summit Ministries owns and were made int eh early 1900's for tuberculosis patients.

When I first moved in, Rowan, who got engaged and moved to Oregon early on, Davey the poet, and Russel the philosopher all lived here. I shared a room with Russel and moved into Rowans room after her left. Davey got a job in D.C. and Russel just recently left to visit friends in N.C. Come the middle of may, I will move to a cabin directly behind this one that's smaller and a bit more fitting for one person. But I have decided to post some pictures to show you all the beautiful place that I live.

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"she gets dressed up like a pillow"

This is the front porch. We ate out here every once and a while--yet far too infrequently--and hosted a Beer&Brats night for some guys. One of my better memories is dinner out here with Russel listening to Dr. Dog


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This is a view looking out from the porch. We are right above down town Manitou and through the tangled branches you can see the buildings.
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"Toad's hall"

This, though it is arranged quite differently from when all of us lived here, is the living room where we had both planned and impromptu parties.


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" The Angels Boyer"

This is a small shrine too two angels that protected the trout. This is the front door looking out.


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"The Merton room of meditation"

After Davey left, and we had an extra room, we turned it into a study. This is a place to read, meditate, and fellowship. The only rule is that no phones are allowed in the room.

I liked that chair a great deal. This is the room Rowan stayed in and that I moved into after his departure.

I bought the bike at a thrift store for $2o.
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This room is so cluttered form packing that I will only show my bed: the floor. This is the room Davey stayed in.


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"the bed room"

After Russel left I did some major rearranging to fill the empty house. I moved all the beds to one room and moved all the furniture out to other parts of the house. This made it, quite literally as Annie pointed out, the only bed-room. This is the room Russell and I shared when the Trout was full.


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This is The kitchen. I just bought a Mennonite cook book. And there is no longer wine now that Russell and Davey left.


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I really like the window near the toilet. The view isn't the best, but the window is still unexplainable-cool.


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The rest of the kitchen as you exit the bathroom.
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This is the laundry mat. The only washer for quite a few cabins to share. There was a Summit Laundry mat, but people rather use this one for free. We would have people drop in at odd hours of the day to do their laundry.


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This is the view out the back door. Recently I hosted some friends and fellow employees at Starbucks and we sat out here and grilled. Them were good times. Annie also cut Russell's, Suzanne's hair out here. She cut my hair too but it was getting dark and I wouldn't call it a complete haircut.

If you walk up that hill you will see the view over the ridge in the next picture.
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Downtown Manitou.


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These are the neighbors directly behind me and the cabin I will live in after I move out of the Trout.

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On the left side of the Trout, out front, is Annie’s house.

The end.






Saturday, April 10, 2010

Friday, April 9, 2010

Dallas Willard

Who are we humans? What are we supposed to do? Surely life is for more than just surviving, or mastering nature and other human beings. Why are we here?... Some of us find relief from the angst through identifying with .. social movements of one kind or another. Some may resort to the dogmatisms of politics, science, or religion. Our bumper stickers .. may bear symbols and slogans intended to inform others as well as ourselves that we are very sure, thank you, of who we are and what we are doing and how we feel about the whole idea of being on this planet. But it's all empty bravado, a nervous whistling in the dark of our ignorance and uncertainty about our real nature and our real task in life.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Dr. Dog

" You know I get so forgetful when I look in your eyes"

This is a stellar band and this song in particular is great. Full of wonderful quotable lines. You know a band has something going if they can balance two lead singers and be equally awesome no matter who is singing.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Spend time with your betters.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Richard Wurndrandt

"If one cannot be the smallest of giants, he can strive to be the greatest among dwarfs."

It's not unlike.

Asking for peace is not unlike asking God to make you responsible. We would never look at the human condition and deduce that people would sacrifice, say no to temptation, and plan ahead--and yet-- some do. In the same way, we can't look at peace, just as much a gift from God, and assume it was something the individual who possesses it never worked towards. God gives us fertile ground, and causes increase, but only so long as we till the soil. This isn't synergism. This isn't Monergism. The workload isn't equal and all the power is from one source.

Ask God to make you responsible.
Works towards being able to rest.


Friday, March 12, 2010

Pensées

...[Make] it attractive, make good men wish it were true, and then show them that it is.


(Blaise Pascal on Christianity.)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Richard Foster

In contemporary society our Adversary majors in three things: noise,hurry, and crowds. If he can keep us engaged in "muchness" and "manyness," he will rest satisfied. Psychiatrist Carl Jung once remarked, "Hurry is not of the Devil; it is the Devil. "

If we hope to move beyond the superficialities of our culture, including our religious culture, we must be willing to go down into retreating silences, into the inner world of contemplation.

bricoleur


is a term used in several disciplines, among them the visual arts and literature, to refer to the construction or creation of a work from a diverse range of things which happen to be available, or a work created by such a process.



I love Bricoleuring.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Reinhold Niebuhr

Was famous for coming up with the Serenity prayer . His original prayer was:

"Father, give us courage to change what must be altered, serenity to accept what cannot be helped, and the insight to know the one from the other."

The most Common AA version is:

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can change, And wisdom to know the difference."


Life is a struggle between Consistency and Hypocrisy.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Virtual Suicide

After quitting Facebook over two years ago I've only met a few people who have done the same. Of the people I have met, most of them have either started back, or from time to time get on, and then deactivate it when they sign off. I myself sometimes sign on to a friends account to see pictures only available on facebook but, for the most part, try to stay away from it.

a friend of mine posted a link to this article which introduced me to something I had never heard of; Virtual Suicide. This site, and this site are both committed to that.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Two men with two good thoughts.

H. Richard niehbuhr

[wrote protestant liberalism as] A God without wrath, who brought men without sin, into a kingdom without judgement, through the ministrations of a Christ without a cross

Richard Foster

it is time we awaken to the fact, that conformity to a sick society is to be sick.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

"Fun is the yardstick that boys use to make decisions. When you become a man, you do things because they’re right and good, and because your desire to serve others supersedes your own comfort."


Thursday, February 4, 2010

When Alvah Roebuck was asked about selling his rights to the Sears Roebuck Corporation, and about Sears going on to be extremely wealthy and successful, Roebuck is quoted for saying: " He's dead. Me, I've never felt better."
Eugene Peterson, in a forward written to the book of Colossians, called the life Of Jesus--teaching, crucifixion, and resurrection--a Most remarkable greatness.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Karl Barth

" Some of you have perhaps heard it said that in the last forty years I have written a great many books and some of them have been very fat ones. let me, however, frankly and openly and even gladly confess that the four words 'my grace is enough' say much more and say it better than the whole pile of paper with which I have surrounded myself. When my books have long since been superseded and forgotten, then these words will still shine on in their eternal richness."

Karl Barth (while preaching in aprison)

Friday, January 29, 2010

Four Word Letter (pt.2 mewithoutyou)

I wrote a four word letter,
With post-script in crooked lines,
"Tho I'd lived I'd never been alive."
You know who I am - you held my hand
As I traveled blind
Listening to a whispering in my ear,
Soft but getting stronger,
Telling me the only purpose of my being here
Is to stay a bit longer.

Stealing a bicycle chain,
As the handlebars crashed to the ground,
The back wheel detached from the frame,
It kept rolling, yeah, but aimlessly drifting around.

Oh, doubters, let's go down,
Lets go down - won't you come on down?
Oh doubters, lets go down-
Down, to the river to pray?

"But I'm so small I can barely be seen - how can this great love be inside of me?"
Look at your eyes - they're small in size, but they see enormous things.

Wearing black canvas slippers
In our frog-on-a-lily-pad pose
We sewed buttons and zippers
To chinese pink silk
And olive night clothes
If you can someday stop by
Somehow we'll show you the pictures and fix you some tea
(see, my dad's getting a bit older now and just unimaginably lonely).

Oh, pretenders, let's go down
Lets go down- won't you come on down?
Oh, pretenders
Lets go down-
Down to the river and pray?

"Oh but I'm so afraid, and I'm set in my ways"
But he'll make the rabbits and rocks sing his praise.
"But I'm too tired, I won't last long."
No, he'll use the weak to overcome the strong!

Oh, Amanda, let's go down
Lets go down- won't you come on down?
Mama, Nana, lets go down, down in the dirt by the river to pray?

You struke the match - why not be utterly changed by fire?
To sacrifice the shadow and the mist
Of a brief life you never much liked -
So if you'd care to come along we're gonna curb all our never-ending,
clever complaining (as who's ever heard of a singer criticized by his song?)
We hunger, but though all that we eat brings
us little relief we don't know quite what else to do,
We have all our beliefs but we don't want our beliefs,
God of peace, we want you.