- We’ve been under a RED FLAG WARNING for low humidity and high wind this week. It means, basically, that your knuckles bleed exceedingly easily, and also that if you stand outside for five minutes, you burst into flames.
- My mother used to call me Elrod Clyde. I don’t know where she came up with that, and a spin through the search engines is less than revelatory. Nevertheless, I have adopted it as a new online handle, supplanting Argiope and variants.
- When checking out with a few groceries, I have, from time to time, bagged them myself. I think I offended a cashier doing that last night. When I ran it by Lea, she said the cashier may have thought I was implying she was incapable of it, or that she’d do a poor job. (No, I was trying not to stand there doing nothing while she was checking the rest of my stuff.) In any case, I don’t think I’m going to do it again.
- When it comes to hot V bitches, I’m going to have to give the nod to Jane Badler over Morena Baccarin. Diana is hotter than Anna. Sorry, Anna fanboys.
- Did you know the USFL is back? Well, sort of. This time around they’re designating themselves a minor league for the NFL, as opposed to a competitor. I’ll give it a shot.
- (If Tebow winds up in the CFL, I’ll give that a shot too.)
- The Madison Police Department has an unmarked, late model, silver Camaro. I’ve seen it with a “customer” now in consecutive weeks. Locals, y’all be careful out there.
- Week one without red meat went well enough. I’m definitely going to be missing it by the end of Lent, though.
I get followers on Twitter from time to time whose bios are full of nebulous marketingese, but it’s never at all evident what the product is.
I’m beginning to pay closer attention. The product is me. The product is you. The product is what we have to say (making this sentence self-referential).
My past forays into this world have been limited. I’ve stuck a link on Reddit from time to time, after seeing my friend Greg Bacon do that with links of mine and getting consequent traffic increases. When I publish a new post, it goes out on my Twitter feed automatically.
But I’ve not undertaken a serious effort to articulate and execute a comprehensive social media strategy, and I’m thinking about that now. Stay tuned.
Someone named Elrod Clyde may be involved.
Lea and I had lunch at Red Lobster today. It was a solid high 6 or low 7, just like every single trip to Red Lobster has ever been my entire life. It’s the knownest of known quantities. In my view, the only other restaurant offering similarly relentless predictability is Cracker Barrel. I’ve never had an amazing meal either place—but I’ve never had a bad one, either.
Red Lobster is a relative experience. When I was growing up in Anniston, the one in Oxford wasn’t there yet, so more than once we drove to Birmingham just to eat dinner there. That’s two hours round-trip in the car…for Red Lobster. That’s unthinkable to me now. And explain this to me: why is there such a thing as a Red Lobster doing good business in a city that is on the Gulf of Mexico? Fifty cars at the Destin location? Really?
So why do we go back? Same reason we still pop in the best of REO Speedwagon once in a while, I suppose. No surprises. No edge.
But there’s comfort in “reliably good.”
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. – Isaiah 55:8-9
Why do you assume God is bound by Aristotelian logic? – Bo Williams, Introduction to Philosophy, University of Alabama in Huntsville, 1989
(Different way of saying the same thing, though I’m not sure I appreciated that at the time.)
Our pastors tackled science vs. religion today. David came right out and said “The Bible is not a science book.” Then, in Reveal, Eric said that science asks “how?” while religion asks “why?” Then he said that might be an oversimplification, but I’m not sure it is.
In my younger years, I stayed pretty massively spun up about this, mostly in the form of creation vs. evolution. I’m not spun up about it anymore, primarily because I don’t have a conflict about it myself anymore. I’m satisfied evolution occurs, and has for many millions of years. Nominally, I’m satisfied the world is considerably older than a few thousand years.
I’m also satisfied that not only is this perfectly compatible with Scripture, but that God doesn’t spend any time whatsoever concerned about what we think about it.
I think there when we consider this wonderful thing called Christianity, there are only two things that really matter. The first one is embodied in John 3:16—namely, that salvation is available to anyone who acknowledges his sinful nature, and that Jesus died to absolve him of it. The second is that we have a daily responsibility to be the hands and feet of Christ. We must give. We must serve. We must help. We must do these things for their own sake, not in expectation of reciprocation of any kind. We must do these things because Jesus did them.
I have a very hard time believing God concerns Himself with much else. Furthermore, I tend to immediately suspect a possibly dubious agenda from anyone who claims otherwise.
I love my church. I’m excited to go, and I’m energized when I leave. What a blessing.
I have a few thoughts, but I don’t have the mental energy to develop any of them properly. Maybe tomorrow.
Upward is winding down. I have had such a good time this season with both of my boys’ teams, as well as helping out in the kitchen, but the Saturdays that have all three of them are tiring.
Have a little splash of racing tonight. I’m thinking there might be a fire, too.
Hope you’re having a good weekend.