Looks like you finally made it
Caught up with the light skips?
Once burning yet the cool evening has a way
Of changing things

Some days I feel as though I'm missed something
Lost something that was promised to me
But who knows, it's only some days

And now all this is happening
To both of us
Although it seems the shoe has switched and it is I
who is now dragging my feet

Do you believe it possible for me to ever be happy?
Would that be an oxymoron?

I will remain just as I have, putting one foot in front of the other
You should remain just as you have, an enigma
And enigma for a different man

I have my own adventures to chronicle
And my own mysteries to solve
Such beautiful, full of life, mysteries
Come find me, as soon as you're free

Love is an interesting thing
Damn this fickle heart

On the outside
You think I'm alright
There's a smile on my face
Everything's okay
But on the inside there's a different story
I've stumbled down this road
And I've got so for the go
I'm a broken man
On my knees again
Longing for a touch from you
I need you hand to

Restore me
I need your mercy
Take me
To the place I used to be
Use all the pain and the hurt
To do a greater work and
Restore me

I wore my mask
Running away from my past
Hiding all my scars
Thinking I'd gone too far
But he knew my pain
And He loved me just the same
He promised I'd be free
If I fell on my knees and cried

Chorus

Restore unto me the joy of my salvation
So I'll sing again the song you wrote for me
Give me a clean heart I want a brand new start
Like the moment when I first believed

Chorus

Anthony Evans Lyrics

If it were possible to have a lone trumpetter play the 'Remembrance Day' tune, it may very well be appropriate. Traditionally, it comes immediately after a moment of silence, a silence spent remembering and honouring those lost of a battle.


This Last Post comes before a silence--perhaps a silence lasting longer than a moment. This Last Post signifies a last chance. So really, it's not quite a last post, but the signal of last posts. But what last chance is this? It's a last chance to all ranDOMinion writers, long-time readers to offer their last input.


I am opening ranDOMinion to anyone who wants to say anything. Ask for an invite and I'll grant you a pass.


What will you write? I don't know. But it's your last chance.


Merry Christmas, all. Happy New Year.


For now, we let the sound of a single trumpet resonate into utter silence.

It occured to me earlier today that I am doing something rather significant.


See, any unfortunate chap who has to go to school must learn Canadian history. Unless you're the type of unfortunate chap who studies French Canadian history, you might miss out on the countless battles fought between "Canada-Haut" and "Canada-Bas", the English and the French of Canada's early 1800's.


End of the long story: English conquer, but unlike any conquering as before, the French are allowed to keep their way of life...? How odd.


In any case, today, the French fight like cornered dogs to preserve their culture, their way of life, their language. Some of them are so persistent about who they are and their background that they insist on severing themselves from the Confederation. How unfortunate that some would be so inclined.


But it was this thought that occured to me: that I, in contact with any number of said individuals daily, play a small but perhaps relevant part in the bridging of a cultural gap. They come to me with a problem, and with a smile on my face and a burden on my mind, I am able to help them, in their own language. An anglophone, making the effort. They're all very pleasent, even the angry ones, when they're done with me on the phone, tell me, "You're quite nice" and "I thank you very, very much"--even the ones to whom I have to tell them that I can't help them.


They're growing on me, these strange people. Speaking to them in their language makes me feel like "them" become "us"--it makes me proud to be a Canadian. We are diversified, but we are together.

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Ever try to remove darkness? Take a piece of darkness and remove it, displace it, move it's location. What is left behind? Does darkness leave behind an absence, a by-product? Does it leave behind more darkness?


Perhaps some of us know better: darkness is simply the absence of light.


How can we remove an absence? If there is nothing, how can we move it? We should probably ask more accurately, "How can we move not it" since that's what darkness is: it isn't.


If it is an absence, can we run away from it? Towards a source of life, sure. But if not towards light, then to another absence? The same absence? Is there a difference between one absence and another, or are they all the same; are they all the same not. I believe it to be so--How can we classify, how can we name something that isn't--it can't have a name if it doesn't exist.


Is the presence of darkness--which is actually quite an impossibility--simply a symptom, an indicator of a grander situation, of an absence of something that is normally there? Then, if it is an indication, is the presence of light normal, and the absence thereof abnormal?


It's odd that we would rather focus on the sympton, we would focus on the absence rather than the presence. We would rather move ourselves to another darkness than to move ourselves to the light. We would rather try to give up our darknesses instead of inviting the light.


I heard a pastor say, "This week, I challenge you to pray about one thing, one thing that is causing you trouble in coming to relationship with your Lord". Complete crock, it is. How can we give up that which does not physically exist? This trouble that keeps us away from Christ, away from the light, this darkness which blinds us to the mercy and grandeur of our Saviour, how can we give it up?


Perhaps God often has this perspective: that sin, evil, these kinds of things are simply the absence of Himeslf, and if he was only invited everywhere that these things would simply not exist. It must be a matter of nature for Him--and by principle should be for us too.


See, the only way to treat darkness is to invite the light. Not treating the darkness... There is nothing in the way of me and my Lord except my will to go there, to the Light. Don't ask me to do the impossible, I can't remove this darkness--I can't delete it, I can't replace it, I can't do anything to this absence of light. I can only move closer to the Light.

He tromps through the bush.
He is a bush.
He wears a bathrobe. Everywhere.
His phrase: "You're full of crap".
He likes: RPG's, Coldplay, Jimmy Eat World, big computer screens, and long walks on the beach.
He is a bush.
He sometimes has this nightmare that I rule the world and that he is forgotten amidst my beautiful tyrrany.
He gets 70+ kilometres to the gallon... err... Drives a diesel and is really good on gas.
He is generally a really good guy.
But he can't make a blogger post.

Thirty single daily visits would have brought 30 single daily dissapointments.


There comes a time when every good thing must come to an end; friendships, jobs, school, life... blogs too. I'm not a seer of future events, but I am, however, a realist simply saying what I see.


The trick is that any good portion, any good "section" of one's existence will be defined as good simply by its direction. Once upon a time, ranDOMinion had direction, or atleast purpose. When we drive accross the country, it is only good because we know the direction to travel. When we think about our careers, they are only good because they provide direction.


And so, thirty days after having nothing to say, we find we are without direction.


Is this blog dead? For starters, a blog is referring to itself, which is usually a good sign of blogdeath. More importantly, it would seem that the momentum once built up by a pile of friends with nothing better to do than to say really dumb or really intelligent things has quickly dwindled into a pile of memories, some of which we would rather be forgotten.


Having lived in/near the forest, I have seen a very encouraging thing about death. That is this: every tree that dies provides decades of life to new plants, new tress, new forests.


All of this to say that, as I am yet undecided as to what to do, I am playing with a few options. We do not say goodbye, only "So long"... for now.

Hi guys, how's it going?

Well, I am done training. Tomorrow I start work as a full-fledged, full-time technical support agent for Apple computers. In a couple weeks I will start training for the bilingual position. I'm stoked.

Also, in a couple weeks, I'm flying to BC! Yay! So that means time to visit! Briefly, although for yes sure.

So, that's all for now. See you guys soon!

Romance is a life choice, a true to life story, no doubt usually full of exaggeration or fanciful invention. But that is why it is so powerful. Romance captures the imagination. It is a romantic spirit, sentiment, emotion or desire, a true to life fable if you will. A story or event that is too amazing to be true and thus cannot be real, but something only dreamed of. Women are romantics; they dream of a fable and pray it real. But.. the bills do come in, the debts do need to be paid off, works still happens, dinner needs to be cooked, and there might not be flowers, or candle light, champagne, or chocolates but those aren't the necessities of romance.

Romance is a look, it is a soft touch, it is a smile after a long days work. To some it can even look like diet coke, spaghetti and the TV. To others it can look like going to work everyday and paying the bills to support the family. To others it can look like cooking a meal. Flowers, candlelight, champagne and chocolate are nice treats but real romance is a life choice to love proactively.