Okay, so here is a new game that I just invented last night, but I bet there is someone else in the world who has already invented one like it.

This is a photo of somewhere in Missoula. To play you have to find this same spot and take a picture. Then you can either post it to your blog, or email it to me at lance dot fisher at gmail dot com, and I will post it on mine. The first one up wins.

Now don't say where it is, even if you get a picture up, becuase people can still play after there is a winner.
051005_192915.jpgHere it is! My new pride and joy. (to be updated when I'm back at my desk) That's right. I'm mobblogging!

Okay I'm back at the office now. I was just bored waiting in the line at Taco del Sol. Man, that thing can get long, but you can't beat a $2 fish taco in a burrito shell for a value lunch.

This thing is my latest addition to my rock collecting tools. I used to use the 'ol '89 Chevy S-10 with a wooden ramp I built, a come-along, some chains hooked to the frame and pipes for reinforcement to load really big rocks into the bed and take them home for use in the yard. I decided that I didn't really want to destroy my new-to-me truck like I did with the S-10, so this "convertable" horse trailer was the key. He said a tree fell on it, so he cut off the top.

Maybe I shouldn't count my eggs before they hatch... or count my horse trailer before I have it... but I did make a verbal agreement with the owner over the telephone. He wanted $300 for it, so I asked him if he would take $250. He said, "well, I have another guy looking at it, and if he doesn't call me back by Friday, then you can have it for $250." I said, "okay, sounds good," but after I hung up I was worried that I might not get it, and so I thought about calling him back the next day. I didn't have to worry about it though, because after about five minutes, he called back and said, "okay, you can have it for $250." I think he was worried that he might end up not selling it to anyone, or maybe his wife was worried.

I showed it to Shannon last night, and she wasn't too impressed, but you know he did load up two steers into it that weighed about 1,400 pounds each. So for the money it can hold a lot more than those cheaply built things at Lowe's, Home Depot, or Costco.

I can't wait to start gather some 400 pound boulders for the yard!
I just finished a first version of this. It will work for audio blogs and more.

Oh! The title isn't there in I.E. Oh well, I'll get that fixed later. Good night.
050905_140937.jpg On second thought -- don't, that sounds stupid, but I can now officially "moblog" or mobile blog, because I got that whole direct from camera to blog thing working, thanks to www.flickr.com!

Now what to do with it...

Well, in the course of poking around for new things at blogger.com, I found the audioblogger. Kind of interesting. I think this would work well for someone going on a trip to Slovakia or something, to send updates to the world from a telephone. You just dial a number, punch in your code, and say your post. Then it shows up on your blog. Neat, eh?

this is an audio post - click to play


What I really wanted to get working was the posting photos directly from my phone to my blog. This would be an easy way for people who only use public computers to post photos too, but blogger thought that my pix message was spam for a number (6.7) of reasons. See:

Content analysis details: (6.7 points, 5.0 required)

pts rule name description
---- ---------------------- --------------------------------------------------
0.2 NO_REAL_NAME From: does not include a real name
0.5 FROM_ENDS_IN_NUMS From: ends in numbers
1.5 FROM_STARTS_WITH_NUMS From: starts with nums
0.2 EXTRA_MPART_TYPE Header has extraneous Content-type:...type= entry
1.5 RCVD_NUMERIC_HELO Received: contains an IP address used for HELO
1.2 PRIORITY_NO_NAME Message has priority, but no X-Mailer/User-Agent
1.6 MISSING_SUBJECT Missing Subject: header



Well, I sent them an email about it. I wonder if they'll get it working for us Verizon users.

One of the best ways to start a Saturday morning here in Missoula is by going to the Farmer's Market, and today was the first one of the year. It is sad though, because it may be Katie's last one for a while, unless she goes to it next weekend. Unfortunately for all of us here in Missoula she is moving to Portland, OR.

The Farmer's Market was great today, and here's why (in chronological order):
  • I got to see Rocky, Peter, Jess, Katie, Zach, and Megan.
  • I bought some spinach, radishes, onions, and tulips for Shannon.
  • I got to talk some Russian with the man selling onions.
  • I got a cup of the best chai in town from Tipu's booth.
  • I got to see J.J. and Anna.
  • Geoffrey, who sells stuff his brother sends him from India, said that he could me a bag of Darjeeling tea.
  • I got to show some really cool watercolors of Missoula in Gallery Blue to my friends.
  • I got to see Rachael and Natalia.
  • I got to take Rocky and Peter to the Import Market for their first time.

Here is my unintentional pun of the day:
J: I can't wait until the peonies start bluming. Not many people in town have them.
L: My mom has some, and they grow huge. She has to put cages around them so they don't break.
J: So do you think you could get me a bunch of them?
L: I think I could arrange that.
J: Was that on purpose?



Oh, and I'll let you in on a little project that I'm doing. I bought one of these stickers, and I'm going to white out the peace sign on the microwave transmitter. Those of you who have been in Missoula for a while might see the humor in it. I don't think I'll be putting it on the truck though. I'm afraid I'd see a peace sign spray-painted on it someday. Why are some peaceniks vandals? I don't know.

Justice among the nations of mankind, and the uplifting of humanity, can be brought about only by those strong and daring men who with wisdom love peace, but who love righteousness more than peace.
-Theodore Roosevelt
Hey so someone (La Falda) asked me the other day, "How do you put those cool links to other sites in the comments?" Well here's how:

You know when you click "post a comment" it says up above "You can use some HTML tags, such as <b>, <i>, <a>?" Well HTML is what most webpages are written in. It stands for Hypertext Markup Language. That's a fancy name for something pretty simple.

Say you wanted to write "That's really neat." in a comment. Notice how "neat" is italicized. Well if you just type "That's really neat," you won't get the italics. You have to type
That's really <i>neat</i>.
That says make the stuff between <i> and </i> italicized. It works the same for making something bold with the <b></b> combo.

So about making that link. You have to use what they1 call the "anchor" tag. I'm not sure why they call it that. Maybe they use the metaphor that your website is some ship floating off in cyberspace, and links are like the anchors keeping it from drifting off into nowhere. Anyway to make a link yow will need to use the less intuitive <a></a> combo.

Suppose you want to say, "You can find La Falda's blog here." Notice that "here" is a hyperlink to her blog. To do this you type the code:
<a href="http://bottleofwhoop.blogspot.com">here</a>
That says make the word "here" a hyperlink, and make it go to the url http://bottleofwhoop.blogspot.com when people click on it.

So where do you get that nifty URL or Uniform Resource Locator as they say (the thing that starts with "http://")? Just look up in the address bar, that's it. I usually don't try typing it, because if you get a letter wrong it won't work. I will copy and paste it. To do that, just hightlight it, press ctrl+c to copy, then press ctrl+v to paste it.

That's it! So go ahead and try putting some links in the comments.

1 The World Wide Web Consortium (W3C). Here is the definition of the HTML Anchor element.

I usually go to La Peak to see Rocky, and occasionally I'll run into a Megan, Jessica, or Kaylee, but you never know who you'll see there.
Hi, I know that not all of you are as much of a computer nerd as me, so I have decided to publish, "Lance's Best of the Web." A completely un-exhaustive summary of the cool things you can find over hypertext transfer protocol. I'll try and keep it brief. That's what people say before a long speech.




Best All-Around Utility
www.google.com
Could it be anything else? I know it is kind of a no-brainer, but that's also what's amazing about it. Try and think of what the internet would be like without a good search engine. I remember back in the day before we had Google, or even the internet for that matter. Do you remember what a card catalog is?

There are probably things about Google that you don't know too. Try putting in someone's telephone number (not cell phone), or street address with ciy and state, or name and city.

Best Email
gmail.com
Another winner from the Google people. They give you over 2GB of storage, and this is always growing. Also you can search all of your old emails with the power of Google. I wonder if someday people will say, "try and think of what email would be like without a good search engine." But the best part is there are no flashy banner ads.

Best Book Store
www.amazon.com
I love Amazon, maybe because I love books. Did you know you can search for text within copyrighted books on Amazon? The wishlist is another great tool for keeping track of the books I would like to read.

Best Map Service
maps.google.com
Yet another good thing from Google. I promise they aren't paying me, they just make really good stuff. Very smooth interface. You can get directions, and plot all the coffee shops around town.

Best Bible Site
www.biblegateway.com
This is where I go to look up verses, in English or Russian. There are many other languages and versions available too.

Best Nerdy News Site
slashdot.org
News for nerds they call it. It is a bunch of links to stories. The way it works is pretty cool too, but I won't get into all that nerdiness.

Best Deal Finder
www.bensbargains.net
They post good deals on stuff from around the web.

Best Translation Service
www.freetranslation.com
So Google didn't come up first in this with their "Language Tools." Maybe if they had Russian I'd use it more.

Best Place to Find and Buy Obscure Stuff
www.ebay.com
My friends had a fun game back in Alabama, where they would try to find something locally that they couldn't buy on ebay. After a while one friend found something, but it was pretty obsure.

Best Funny Site
www.homestarrunner.com
Be sure to read the Strong Bad email.

Best Place to Find Facts on Countries
www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/index.html
El Salvador produces no oil. I read it here.

Best Dictionary
www.m-w.com
I still like it better than Google's, and they say every word for you.

Best "Wow that's neat site!"
www.howstuffworks.com
If you are ever wondering how something works like say, cell phones, CDs, or an internal combustion engine. This is a really cool site

Best Idea for a Free Encyclopedia
www.wikipedia.com
This is a neat idea, anyone can make changes to the pages. Doesn't sound like it would work, but it does.

Best Thing Your Friends Probably Don't Know About
www.archive.org
You can see what a particular website used to look like.

Best Handy Weather Tool
www.accuweather.com
I haven't researched all the weahter tools, but this is the one I use.

Best Place to Buy Fridge or Dryer Parts
www3.sears.com
Really cool diagrams of your appliances. You don't even have to make two trips to the repair shop to order then pick up your part. Order online, and they just deliver it to your house.

Best Place to Update Windows
windowsupdate.microsoft.com
Don't forget to do this often. It's good for your computer.


And now it's time for the special bonus section of great free tools for your PC!

  • Firefox - A really great browser. Better than IE in a lot of ways.

  • Picassa - This is from Google, it allows you to organize, search, and edit your photos.

  • Windows XP Power Toys - A little more on the geekier edge, these can make some things much more efficient.

  • MSN Messenger - You probably already have this, if not you should get the latest version. Chatting is fun.

In response to an invitation to join a one-sided conversation on love and life:

Dearest Distant Friend,

I know you aren’t that far away, but it feels that we’ve grown so far apart. I miss you. I’ve often thought that there are two things I regret about leaving for the Air Force. One was not being there when grandpa died, and the other was not seeing you grow up. I wish so bad that I could go back and be there for you. Sometimes when I came home on leave, I didn’t even recognize you – you had changed so much.

There is so much about me that you don’t know. I think the reason is that you were just a kid when I left, and now that you aren’t I don’t know how to really talk with you, or maybe it’s that I’m just afraid.

I don’t regret everything about leaving. I found my wife, and really found God. It is hard because it feels like while I was off growing closer to God, those I cared about most were falling away. Had I not left, I know that I would not be in a position to help anyone. God has really changed me.

Please don’t think I’m coming down on you for how you are living. Like I told you in the car, I love you no matter what. Nothing will change that. It’s because I care about you so much that I don’t want to see you hurt. I’m not claiming to have all the answers either. God knows all that I’ve messed up while acting out of my own wisdom skewed by desire.

All I’ll claim is that Jesus loves you, and if you surrender to him you can have the most fulfilling life. I wish I knew how to share this with you easier. Sometimes the most important conversations never happen, because they are difficult, and this is where I suppose I lack strength. I don’t want to put if off any more. It is long past the time to start rebuilding what we once had. I hope it’s not too late; I don’t think it is. I can’t use that as an excuse to wait any longer though. I don’t want it to become too late.

I think I’ll wait until school is out, though. I don’t want to add extra burden to finals.

Love,
Me
Ever wonder what those people east of the Mississippi think of us Montanans? Zach from Chicago would always tell me, but I never really believed him until I read this article a friend sent him from the Chicago Tribune.

It starts off, "Two of Montanans' favorite recreational activities--smoking and drinking--took serious hits this month with lawmakers passing bills banning smoking in all public places and outlawing drinking while driving."

I also like, "Everyone wants to drink a beer when they're driving."

I bet you wouldn't see a couple of guys watching TV outside on lawnchairs drinking beer next to a campfire in their front yard outside the mobile home in the middle of town in Chicago though either. Yes, Jamey, Scott, and I saw just that last Friday when the weather was so beautiful.
I just signed up for this thing called streamload. You can put big files on their servers, and share them with your friends or whatever. So here is a test with the Mexico fundraiser video. With the free account, I only get 100MB of downloads a month, so that means that this can viewed about 100MB / 3.37MB = 29.67 times, so don't hog them all. Click that link, or the image to view it.
Saturday was a blast. The Chi Alpha in Helena organized a paintball tournament, and so we (the Chi Alpha at the University of Montana) decided to go. It was only $25 for the gun, face mask, and 500 paintballs, but the even better part was that if you brought a friend who has never been to a Chi Alpha event, then they got to go free, and you got half off!

Well, I didn't know if I was going to have time to go on Saturday or not, so I was late inviting Pavel and Arthur, but once I figured that I could spare a Saturday, I invited them and they came. Pavel and Arthur are my two cool Russian friends. I work with Pavel. The three of us drove over with Scott and had some great conversations, like how if China and Russia were to ever "rumble" Arthur would go back to Russia and enlist. I hope that never happens.

Anyway, I wore some of my old BDUs (Battle Dress Uniform) from the Air Force, and Pavel and Arthur both wore some really cool Russian camos. We spent the day with about 57 other people in six teams on three different fields blasting each other. Arthur was such a riot, yelling "for the mother land!" and other stuff in Russian while shooting everyone.

Before I end this post, let me tell you how I met Pavel. Last year, I was planning on graduating from the U of M and beginning grad school in Computer Science. However, I found out that I did not have enough upper division credit (i.e. 300 and 400 level classes) to graduate, and so my grad school plans were quashed. I took the opportunity to re-evaluate what I really wanted from school. I came to the conclusion that although a Master's degree would be more prestigious and career enhancing, my passion was really for learning a foreign language. I debated between taking Chinese and Russian. Chinese because J.J. is planning on leading a mission trip to China in 2008 that I hoped to maybe be a part of, and Max xin speaks Chinese. Russian because I had been to Russia, loved the people, and I had two friends with Russian degrees. I decided on Russian.

Not too long into my first semester of Russian, it turned out that we were going to get an intern in my office. The person we got was Pavel, who it just so happened spoke Russian as his first language. I've taken this as a kind of confirmation that God wants me to be studying Russian right now, and what is even better is that Pavel has got to stay in the office way longer than I thought he was, and even better than that I am sharing my cube with him. You might think that is not so great, but it really is, we get a lot of work done, and I get to practice Russian with him.

I am not sure where my future will lead, if I will go to Russia or what, but I am certain that learning Russian is right for right now. It is nice to know that even if my future is unknown by me, God will still give me guidance to get me where he wants me to be. Not knowing can sure be frustrating, but I’m sure He knows best.

From left to right: Me, Pavel, and Arthur.

Talk about the time of the year for birthdays! Happy birthday, Matt! It's great having a friend like you. Thanks for always opening your dorm room for Bible studies. May God bless you richly today and everyday. Oh, and by the way, I still read your Xanga.
I went and saw David Boone at Liquid Planet on Friday. Tot and La Falda originally introduced me to his music the last time he played there. He is really good. Not just a good guitarist or vocalist. He puts everything together well, the lyrics, melody, and guitar. With his music the sum is greater than the parts.

What I particularly like about his music is that while it has Christian themes at times, it is not flat out praise and worship music. While I know that there is certainly a place for music with blatant praise, I think there is a niche to fill with more subtle lyrics. I was listening to Ravi Zacharias the other day, and he was talking about a conversation he had with a friend. Ravi mentioned to him that Billy Graham was speaking in town. His friend responded by saying, "that Billy, nice chap, not subtle enough for me." The point he was making is that Mr. Graham's style of preaching was the gospel plain and simple, and that works. We know. However, there are some people who it doesn't quite reach, or strengthen. Some people have questions at a different level, or are better served by being led to the answer, rather than given the answer. So whereas Hillsong or other praise and worship music has its place and purpose, that shouldn’t prohibit music like this from filling its purpose.

I have no idea what David Boone is like, or what his intentions are with writing music. I don’t even know if he is a believer. This is just the impression I get from his music, I could be wrong, but God uses all things. Rom 8.28.

Thanks to a clever text from La Falda. I now have the coolest esoteric license plates.
So what exactly is a palabrador and why do they call me Cuchillo? I suppose I am overdue for an explanation, to those who aren't "in the know." Well it all started way back when...

(A little more than a year ago, in Mexico)
Someone: Hey Lance what is your Spanish name?
Me: I don't know. They called me Lorenzo back in high school Spanish.
Someone: What would Lance be in Spanish?
Me: Let's go with Cuchillo, it means knife and sounds cool.
Someone: Okay Cuchillo, I hope it doesn't scare the orphans.

So that may not be exactly how it went down, but sometimes memories get a little mangled in my head, unless they're numbers or something like that. Anyway, so onto Los Palabradores.

(About a year ago, back in Montana)
Me (wondering to myself): You know self, Mexico was really cool, but don't you wish you spoke more Spanish.
Me: Yeah!
Me: Why don't you do something about it.
Me: Ok. You know I heard somewhere, maybe on a movie or something, about someone playing Scrabble when she immigrated to the U.S. in order to learn the language better. Why I don't I look at getting a Spanish Scrabble set.
Me: Good Idea! Check this out.
Me: Cool that's cheap! I'll take one!
(About a week less than a year ago)
Me: Hey guys want to play some Spanish Scrabble!
Jess, Dan, Rachael: What the heck? Sure!

So we played Spanish Scrabble as we had time, usually once a week. Then we discovered the best place to play in all of Missoula. Fiesta En Jalisco, the greatest Mexican Restaurant in town (across from K-mart on Brooks), actually here you go. It's the one on the south end of town. They have cool Mexican waiters and waitresses who love to speak Spanish with you, and give you tips on making words, not to mention the food is always great. So on with the story.

(Jess, Rachael, Lance playing some Spanish Scrabble at Fiesta En Jalisco. Dan wasn't there because he hates Spanish Scrabble.)
Jess: We need to come up with a name for our Spanish Scrabble club.
Rachael: How about (says something which I can't remember now)?
Others: (ahh, mumble)
Jess: Or what about (says something which I can't remember now)?
Others: (maybe)
Lance: Palabra something-or-other.
Lance: How about Los Palabradores!
Everyone: Yeah!

Okay, so I admit to making myself the hero of this story in my memory. I think we all do that a bit. We then went on to make t-shirts and other stuff on www.cafepress.com. So there you go. I hope you've enjoyed story time with un palabrador. Oh yeah, and they played happily ever after.

Happy Birthday Rocky. Sorry I'm a day late, but things have been hectic.
I’ve been back from Mexico for almost a week now. I have wanted to write about it sooner than now, but I have been so busy with the rest of life that I haven’t gotten around to it. It is probably for the better however, since it has given me a chance to process my thoughts and feelings. First, let me just start with the story.

We left on the 19th of March early in the morning. About 12:45. Prior to that most of us had watched the Easter play at the Christian Life Center, which incidentally, was really well done as usual. The little girl singing while Jesus hung on the cross served as the climax of emotions. Our plan was to drive east on I-90 until Butte, where we would take I-15 south to St. George, Utah, where New Life Christian Center had so generously allowed us to crash in their church. Plans, however, don’t always work out as planned. We broke down in Deer Lodge after only a couple of hours of driving. The suburban lost its fan belt. We really tried, but nowhere within a three hour drive had fan belts at 2:30 in the morning. The night crew at Wal-Mart in Helena was exceptionally unhelpful. So we ended up getting a couple of hotel rooms for the girls while Dan, Rocky, and I slept in the suburban. We wanted to be hard-core missionaries -- and save fifty bucks. I must mention how helpful and friendly the gas station attendant was. He offered us tools, gave us free coffee, and even offered to put us up when he got off of work, but that wasn’t until six in the morning.

The next day Dan, Rocky, and I got up at eight to catch Napa when it opened. We bought a new fan belt, put it on, and it smoked and squealed. I guess there was something else wrong, like the mechanic said on the phone the night before. So we asked him for help, and he told us that the tensioner arm pulley was ceased, and gave us some free tips on replacing it. We asked to pay him, but he said not to worry about it. So after a $25 part and 30 minutes of work, we had the suburban running as good as before. Krysty bought us breakfast, we picked up the rest of the girls, had breakfast again, and were back on the road. It is really amazing that everyone kept a great attitude though all this, and really took the whole thing in stride.

We arrived in St. George late Saturday night. Originally we were planning on getting there around 2:00 PM, but as I mentioned, plans don’t always work out as planned. The pastor was really nice and came and opened the church for us at midnight or whenever it was we got there. After a brief sleep, we were back on the road. We were planning on meeting up with Art and Joyce in San Diego around four in the afternoon after doing some shopping. Then we’d follow them to the hotel in Tijuana. We got to San Diego a couple of hours early, but by some weird chance, Jess saw Art and Joyce filling up at a Costco gas station while we were driving around San Diego, and we weren’t anywhere near where we were planning on meeting them. Crazy.

Art and Joyce are a wonderful couple. About ten years ago they sold all there stuff, and moved down to Mexico. The orphanage, Nueva Esperanza Hogar de Niños, is the product of their sacrifice and faithfulness. They have great stories of all the things that God has done to make the orphanage possible. Like, a stack of sheetrock showing up on their door step with no way to get put up. Then that same week a team from Utah called, and offered to help with something. They said they were good workers, but didn’t know what they could help with since they were all professional sheetrockers. Art decided let them come down.

Wouldn’t that be a good name for a band? The sheetrockers. Or maybe a sailing team. Anyway.

We went to Wal-Mart and In and Out burger. The number of people in those places made me appreciate the sparse population of Montana. After buying food, water, and a CD player for the kids, we drove to Mexico. That night we got to shower, and sleep in beds.

Happy Birthday Scott! You're a blessing to us all.

Get down on your thirtieth!
Knit 'N Play: Lose Anything Lately?

Happy Birthday Peter! Sharing a birthday with my brother makes you extra cool, even if he is a year older than you.

Happy Birthday Ted. I miss living near you. I was just digging through some old photos to find one of you to post, and I found this one from our hike to Tin Cup Lake with Andrew. After living away from all the family for four years, I knew to cherish the time we had together once I moved back. I hope all is well for you in Wisconsin, and I hope we'll live near each other sometime down the road.

God Bless,
Your Big Brother

Hi from Mexico! We went out hunting for an open internet cafe tonight, but were unsuccessfull. Who would have thought the hotel would have a "centro de negocios" or business center. I am typing on what Dan would call a DOS-asourus, but hey after a couple of driver downloads, and installs I can read the photos off my USB card reader, and post them to my blog. I love the internet.

I have so much to write about already, and I haven't even finished writing about the Mexico trip to Cuauhtemoc with Dan and Andrew. This is a photo of Shannon and Jennifer. The kids are so precious. Rocky just asked me what my favorite part of the trip was, and it was definately playing with the kids. They remembered us from last year, and wanted me to play the guitar again. The fish tacos that Ana and Alexandra made for lunch on Tuesday just might be the second best part of the trip. It is just incredible all the way around. Spending time with great friends, and just loving some kids in Mexico that really need attention is the best way I could hope to spend a spring break.

That's all for now. I am off to bed. We are going to leave Mexico tomorrow, and mail the postcards from the Knoch postcard fundraiser. Tomorrow will be a Good Friday. God bless.
Okay, here's a belated Oscar party group photo, right before we leave to Mexico. I had to ask ed the movie expert who was who. So from left to right here it goes (courtesy of ed): Audrey Hepburn in Charade, Steve Martin in L.A. Story, (the Phantom), Edna May Wonacott (actress' name--but most people would only know her by character's name, Anne Newton) in Shadow of a Doubt, Hayley Mills in Pollyanna and me. You'd never know it was pasted together, eh?
Well, I thought I'd get in a quick blog entry before I left for Mexico. I am going to the CLC (Christian Life Center) at 6:30 to watch the Passion Play. It should be really cool, as it is every year. Afterwards, we are having free pizza with the international students. Then, about two hours after that we are hitting the road. We're planning on leaving at 12:01 Saturday morning. We want an early start on the day, and we didn't buy insurance for today. Thanks for all your prayers and support. We raised $177 from the pancake breakfast, about $550 from the Knoch postcard fundraiser (Zach's brilliant idea last year), and then somewhere around $180 from the offering on Thursday night. So no one is worrying about not being able to go, and I think we are going to be able to give the orphanage about $1500!

We hope to get to St. George, Utah by early evening tomorrow, then to Tijuana by mid evening on Sunday. Monday we'll start painting! So pray for us. Today is going to be pretty long.

Happy Birthday Cody! Sorry it's a day late, but I had no idea you were born in St. Patrick's Day!
I had a wonderful lunch today of corned beef and cabbage, soda bread, shepard's pie, and a Guiness. I met with my mom, granny, and aunt at Sean Kelley's for the annual St. Patrick's day buffet, and got to hear some good stories about my mom and aunt's high school adventures. My aunt said her daughter asked her, "Mom were you a delinquent?" Na, they just had a lot of "fun" back in high-school.

Here's a funny excerpt from the afternoon:

Aunt T: What ya doing over there mum?
Granny: Why won't this knife cut? (one of those plastic things)
Me: Ah, it looks like you're trying to cut with the handle there.
Granny: Oh geez!
Mom: I'm cutting you off. (grabbing her wee glass of beer)

It was a great lunch. I don't see my family near enough.

I went to bed late last night. I was up doing Russian homework. However, I was awakened around 2:00 AM. You know what is really annoying? False fire alarms. So freaking annoying! I woke up just annoyed, but Shannon woke up a bit panicked, "wha-what's going on!?" So I had to get up and take a look at them all. I pulled the batteries out of each of them, and licked them to make sure they were good. Nine-volt Zap! Yep, all good. The whole time, the fire alarms would sound for a minute and then be silent for a minute, on and off. Then they just quit after about fifteen minutes.

I went back to bed, but about twenty minutes later... Ahhh!!! What is going on! Are there evil mischievous spirits just messing with my patience? Maybe it's radon or something, I don't know. So I checked the crawlspace or oubliette as my brother likes to call it. It looked fine. The furnace wasn’t reporting any trouble codes. The fire alarms were still going on and off. Oh, and they are all interconnected, so if one goes off they all do. Shannon was about to smash them all with a hammer so she could get some sleep, but I managed to talk her out of it. So after some opening and closing of the alarms, and other seemingly pointless things, they finally stopped. Of course at this point it was a little bit difficult to fall back asleep. We were both wired from the alarms going off, and we nervously waited for them to start doing it again.

Luckily, they didn't, but I was a bit later getting to work than I wanted to be. I talked with Sharon at my office this morning, and she said that sometimes little insects get into the sensors and set them off. I also read about that here. I bet that was the problem. It is the season when insects start to come out of hibernation, suspended animation, or whatever they do during the winter. I think I'll take a can of air to them tonight. On a lighter note, spring is in the air. The crocuses are beginning to bloom around town.

Slightly related: You know what the word for crocus is in Russian? Шафран (shafran). That is interesting because the spice saffron comes from crocus flowers.

Broken

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This breaks my heart. This world is broken, and sometimes things happen that I just can't understand. My heart is with you, Katie.

Congratulations, Mark, on your baptism last night!

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! 2 Cor 5.17
February 18th I went with Chi Alpha to Crow Agency, Montana. Crow Agency is on the Crow Indian Reservation. We were going there as a “mini mission.” A mini mission is basically a local service project designed to give college students a feel for what missions are like, but on a smaller scale. Our plan was to help out the local church with whatever we could.

Kenny’s dad is the pastor at the Four Square church in Crow Agency. Kenny used to play guitar for XA, but he moved back to Crow. That’s how we got the connection.

Sometimes when you are on a mission, you get the feeling that you are going there to do great things for the church that they couldn’t do on their own. Like you are going to be this big blessing to them, and boy are they lucky to have people like you coming to help them. I think this a trick to make you start feeling prideful. Also, when you start to think like this I think it can become easier to do damage that the local church is going to have to clean up. You don’t have to stick around and work things out with the people whom you have hurt or offended, but the church will. On this trip, I think we really had to guard against this. Scott even prayed for it the first night. We were there to help with a thing that was already started; just servants.

We got to the church around midnight Friday, set up on the floors, chairs, and tables and went to sleep. Zach and Riley cooked the next morning. Even though they woke up late, everything turned out great. Saturday we spent the day assembling bunk beds, painting, and picking up trash off the church property. We took about four truckloads to the dump.

Later that afternoon Tyler, Kenny, Dan, and I went to Kenny’s uncle Bruster’s house to cut some wood for the sweat lodge. A sweat lodge is a traditional Crow sauna. They do it in other tribes too. You make a fire, throw a bunch of big rocks on it, and once they are superheated, you put them in a pit inside a tent-like structure covered with blankets (they used to use buffalo hides). Then once everyone has stripped and got in, the door is shut and it pitch-black, the pourer (Kenny’s uncle), pours water over the glowing rocks. The steam fills the sweat lodge, and really heats it up. Of course there were separate sweat lodges for guys and girls.

Once we collected a truckload of me-sized logs, we brought them back and made a log-cabin style fire. Bruster started it with a blow-torch. He said, “see what assimilation does to an Indian.” We all had to chuckle. It was great talking to Bruster. They get a lot of mission teams from back East and out of state, and he takes a lot of people to the sweat lodge. Some of them try to be all Indian and stuff. They bring their own sage, and try to make the sweat lodge into the ritual that it may have once been. Bruster says that if he’s not doing all that, why do they feel like you need to?

Sunday, after church, Kenny took some of us up to the mountains. I did not expect it to be as beautiful as it was. It was breathtaking. At the top of the mountain, there was a monument built where a Crow chief from the late 1800s was buried. He was the chief who had gone to Washington to meet with President Grant to find out what was going on with his people. They were dying from the small pox in the blankets given to them by the government.

From there we hiked down to the cliffs overlooking the Little Bighorn River. People still come up to this mountain to pray. It is surprisingly similar to Central Mexico. It was so beautiful; I could have stayed up there all night.

We drove back to Missoula Monday after hanging out in the park for a little while. We were going to do an outreach there, but no one showed up. I think it was because it snowed over night, and who wants to play basketball in the snow?

Overall, it was a beautiful trip. As with every mission I have been on, I was more blessed than those I went there to help. Everyone says that, but that's because it's true.

Well, this is who I was supposed to be, people magazine's sexist man alive. Hollywood just cracks me up sometimes. Since we were dressing up as characters, I decided a haircut was finally in order. So I took my wife's people magazine to Great Clips, and told the hairdress to give me "The Jude Law." She asked if I wanted my hair dyed too, but I didn't think that would be necessary.

This was the first Oscar party I have been to, and I have to say it was fun. I didn't expect to like the show very much, but I really like spending time with friends. Getting to see everyone dressed up was worth it, and the awards weren't too bad. I'll admit it was more exciting than the superbowl. Oh, and I got to try Cory's mead, which was great!

I can't wait to get the photos of Katie. She was the perfect Phantom of the Opera.

And here is a photo of me posing like Jude in the November 29th, 2004 People Magazine. I wish I had the magazine with me for the Oscar night, I could have posed much better. Oh well, enjoy.
Often it is the little things in a relationship that add up to give you the feeling that you are really loved. Husbands and wives know this, as do boyfriends and girlfriends. I know that I can't neglet my wife, and then do something big to try and make it up. Conversely it is all the little things that she does that makes me feel loved. Things like patiently sitting through the movies that I pick out. (I usually really like them, but she rarely does. Well, I guess she liked El Mariachi alright.) Or like how she always says good-bye to me in the morning with a kiss. It all adds up.

I think it is the same way sometimes with God. Now he has done the biggest thing: dying for my sins, and restoring our relationship. Even though that would be more than enough for me to feel loved, he doens't stop with that. Sometimes I just have to stop and admire a beautiful day, or the birds, or the river on my walk back to work from school.

The thing that got me thinking about this was a little thing that happened to me today. I had to come into work today to make up a few hours, and since the courthouse isn't open on Saturdays, my office was locked. Well, I opened the door with my key, left it locked, and sat down at my computer. A few minutes later, I went out the back door into the break room to make a couple of burritos. Then I realized that I left my keys on my desk. Crap! I was locked out. This is so annoying, I'd have to try and find someone to let me back in, and if I couldn't I wouldn't be able to get any work done or even drive home.

I walked around to the front of the office as I was calculating all the senarios, and opened the front door to the office. It was locked, but somehow it didn't shut all the way. Nice. Thanks God! It's the little things.
If you still don't have a gmail account, and would like one, send me an email or post a comment, and I will send you an invitation.

In case you haven't heard about gmail, it is Google's free web-based email. You get 1 GB of storage space (that's about 1000 MB), or four times as much space as hotmail. Also, it has a really nice interface, and no annoying flash ads. Personally, I really like it. You can read more here.

Oh yeah, and you can search your email like you search Google.
Andrew posted the Mexico photos on his server. Check them out and leave comments right on each photo here.
Every week Rocky names someone in the Bible, and Jess and I each make a joke involving that person. So here is last week's:

Q: If your kitchen is Methodist, and your living room is Lutheran, what is the john?

A: Baptist!
Test your US Geography, and try to beat my score!

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Dan is now famous around the University of Montana campus.

He randomly appears on the UM Homepage, or you can find the article here.
Happy 31st to my wonderful wife!

Я люблю мою жену.
We left the hotel in El Paso around nine I think. We had a lot planned for the day, since we wanted to get to Cuauhtémoc that evening. Our first stop was the Mexican insurance place. After giving them all the information they needed, we found out that we couldn’t pay with the VISA, so we went for a little walk around town to find an ATM. It was harder than you would think, but we saw a tall bank from the distance so we headed that way. I was surprised. Walking around El Paso, you would think that you were already in Mexico. There were streets with all the store fronts written in Spanish, and most of the people looked Mexican. There really is a lot of culture in the United States.

After paying for the insurance, we found a border crossing and drove into Juarez. Getting through Juarez was surprisingly easy, and before long we were on the highway. We had to stop somewhere around fifty miles into the country to go through customs. It’s kind of funny that they don’t have it on the border, but I guess it’s near the border.

Going through customs was an experience. I’m glad we had Dan with us, since he had been through it before and knew what to do. Everything was in Spanish. There were no signs in English. The only thing in English was one paper that we had to fill out. I think U.S. customs is a little bit different. I seem to remember seeing signs with four or five languages written on them. We had to get visas and a temporary import permit for the car. We had to pay for the temporary import permit there, but you have to go to a bank within a couple days and pay for the visas. Weird. Once we got the paperwork done we had to drive through a checkpoint. The guard only spoke Spanish with us, and he was hard to understand because he had a pretty thick accent. I think he was messing with us. He asked us if we spoke Spanish, and then if we spoke Japanese or French. I wish he would have asked if we spoke Russian or Chinese. Dan and I could have had some fun with him. It’s probably better that he didn’t.

After the two-hour or so delay going through customs we were back on the highway. It was nice; much nicer than I expected Mexican roads to be. It was about like an interstate here in the U.S. We were driving on what they called the Ruta de Paizanos. Paizanos are Mexicans who Emigrated to the U.S., and are coming back to visit. There was a brochure for them at customs with a forward from Vicente Fox and everything. I think they are an important part of the Mexican economy, but I’m not an economist.

Before getting to Chihuahua, we stopped at a road-side burrito and Quesadilla stand. Man that was some good Mexican food.

We had hoped to get to Cuauhtémoc by six p.m., because Dan says the police stop patrolling the highways at six, and we didn’t want to be targets for bandits. We didn’t even reach Chihuahua by six, but I think it was okay. We were on toll roads, and before we left Luis at Fiesta en Jalisco (the Mexican restaurant in Missoula) told me that it’s not like it used to be. It is much safer to drive in Mexico nowadays.

Driving through Chihuahua was as surprisingly easy, and even easier than driving through Juarez. We were on the highway the whole time. It wasn’t like that the last two years Dan had come down. There were all kinds of businesses there that you see in the U.S. like Home Depot.

I forget what time we got into Cuauhtémoc that evening. I think it was around eleven, but we went to the Hotel San Francisco. We got a room with three double beds and three breakfasts for around $20 a night. It was another long, but good day. We decided to call Mike the Missionary in the morning, and just crash for the evening.

Well, we got in another game of Russian Scrabble the other night. Jess wasn't able to play this time, so it was just Jamey, Tim, and I. Tim was in my Russian class last semester. He's a pretty cool guy, and this was the first time he came to play. We keep trying to get his girlfiend to come play with us. She speaks Russian because she is from Belarus.

The Florence hotel lobby is a really cool place to play. I think it is relatively unknown. The hotel was built way back in the 1800s, but burnt down in 1937. Then they rebuilt it, and recently they just renovated it again. It is a pretty classy place, and they sell coffee. However I think the coffee stand closes at five or something. So it wasn't open while were there from eight to ten. I don't think we would have normally been able to get into the lobby, but there was someone cleaning the glass doors, and she let us in.

Later on, Jess stopped by with her friend Beth. Just to say hi for a couple of minutes. Overall, it was a pretty cool evening in a pretty neat place.

And now for some more Russian-Spanish cognates (sorry these might not be as interesting):
  папа = papa
  мама = mama
  интересный = interesante
Okay, well someone is named The Skirt,
Twice called Dress, but her feelings weren't hurt.
She knew how to make rhymes,
And read them sometimes.
And when Katie left town she drove Mert.

If you want to ask someone when he was born, you say "В каком году ты родился?" If you want to ask a girl you say "В каком году ты родилась?" Translated more literally it is, "In which year were you born?"

Note that you use prepositional case here with В, and that год goes to году in prepostional case.

When answering, you need to use masculine ordinal numbers in prepositional case. So to say you were born in 1979 you would say, "Я родился в тысяча девятьсот семьдесят девятом году." This is like saying "I was born in the one thousand, nine hundred, seventy nineth year."

Я родился в тысяча девятьсот семьдесят девятом году. В каком году ты родился?

And now for Russian-Spanish cognates.

Here is the false cognate of the day:
  собор ≠ sabor
  собор = catedral

And a real cognate:
  симпатичный = simpático

Note that neither симпатичный nor simpático mean sympathetic in English.
Well, so the last poem wasn't technically a limerick. Here is a rehashed version:

There once was a woman named Jess.
Whose real name was Spanish for dress.
Well, she could speak Slovak,
And thought that gypsies rock.
In Europe, Greta she did bless.
Happy Birthday Katie!

That's my wife Shannon on the right.
There once was a girl named Jess,
Who went by the name of Dress.
She happened to speak Slovak,
And thought Gypsies rock,
And so she saw Gretta each year.

Well, it was a good first day. It was a bit longer than we had hoped, but still not bad. We got up early, like eight or something, and our goal was to make it to El Paso or Juarez. We kind of wanted to stay the night in Mexico, so we were hoping to make it to Juarez. The travel book of Dan’s said that most people would remain oblivious to the drug trade that was going on all around them in Juarez, but listed a few hotels with “a professional” staff. I guess that was a good thing.

We remembered to take that right back at Albuquerque, but around a town called Los Lunas the brakes started to make an awful noise. It began to happen just when you would brake, but before too long it was happening even when the brakes weren’t on. I thought that it was probably that the brake pads were worn, and the little squeak bar was rubbing on the rotor, so we decided to stop and check it out. It was about six o’clock and we didn’t see a Midas or anything, so we just found the local AutoZone, and worked on it in the parking lot. This was kind of annoying, but these things happen. I just hoped that it wasn’t going to take too much time that we could otherwise be spending in Mexico.

After buying new brakes and some tools that we would need, we jacked up the front driver’s side. I broke off a couple of the lug bolts before I managed to remove the wheel. (Stupid mechanics with air guns) Sure enough the brakes were shot, but Andrew had just got them replaced a couple years ago. Brakes don’t wear out that quick, do they? Well, no they don’t. The brake caliper was seized, and the brakes were being applied all the time on that wheel, so they wore out prematurely. The other side was fine. Thanks to the fine team at AutoZone we figured that one out. Luckily they had a caliper for the Gallant in stock too. So we bought it and some jack stands, and we borrowed some Vise Grip pliers to pinch off the brake line. Oh yeah, and some new lug bolts.

After only three hours, we had the car back together, and we were ready to roll. We bought the guys at AutoZone a six pack of Corona, for all their help. They had even offered to stay after the store closed.

We made it to El Paso at around two a.m. We would have crossed over to Juarez, but we couldn’t find an insurance place open that late. I had heard there we some, we just couldn’t find any. So we found a hotel in El Paso, and crashed for the night. It was another long day, and I still had that annoying cold I left Montana with, but the border was right across town. We were all excited.


Sure you could buy a Russian Scrabble board off of ebay if you're patient, and want to drop thirty bucks on a cardboard game. A much better option is to build one yourself out of wood, and have Jamey paint it with her mad skills.

I found out which letters we would need here. Then I cut them from a strip of oak, sanded them, and gave them to Jamey to paint. Then, I just put together a board mostly from some left over lumber, and gave that to Jamey to paint too. A couple of days later, we were playing.

We tested out this beautiful board last Wednesday in a no-points game, and it worked great. Of the seven people who where interested in playing, Jess, Jamey, and I were the only ones to show up. We each laid down a word almost every turn. Of course, we were playing with racks of nine letters to make it a little easier, but still.
Well, since I got back from Mexico over a week ago now, I thought that I should start to write about it before I forget anymore details.

My friend Dan has been going down to Cuauhtémoc, Mexico, for the last few years. Cuauhtemoc is about an hour west of Chihuahua, which is about two and half hours south of El Paso, Texas (if you don't count going through immigration). Dan said that he originally went there because he had just taken a bunch of Spanish, and wanted to drive to somewhere in Mexico that was not too much of a tourist town. So after he and Dave got back last year, he invited me to go with him in 2005, and that's how this trip began.

From the beginning the plan was to not have too much of a plan. It would be enough fun just being there. However, we thought that it would be fun to hook up with a missionary in the area, so before we left, I sent an email to the Assemblies of God director of missions in Mexico, and he forwarded my email to Mike Hadinger, a missionary near Cuauhtemoc. I got a reply from Mike, and he said that he'd love to meet us and show us his ministry sites if we had time. So we decided to plan on calling him when we got down there.

Dan and I met Jess, Rocky, and Peter for breakfast at Ruby's before hitting the road Friday morning. It was great; they prayed for us. We ended up getting out of town about a half-hour late, but that was okay since we planned in some buffer time. We were going to meet Andrew in Pocatello, Idaho, and then the three of us would drive to Moab, Utah, and spend the night at the Silvertip Motel.

Well, the roads weren't too great outside of Missoula. Like ice really, and right before Rock Creek traffic on the freeway was completely stopped. There were cars bumper to bumper as far ahead as we could see. While we were sitting there a trucker hopped out of his truck and came to talk to us. He was hauling frozen carrots. He said that there was a three truck pile-up that was stopping traffic. Truckers are cool. I think it must get lonely on the road though, because he talked to us for about forty-five minutes or so. The roads were so bad that he was just going to head back to Missoula and wait a day for them to clean them up before trying to drive them. We waited there about two hours.

Once we got a little farther away from Missoula the roads began to clear up. However, we passed by a car that had spun off the freeway and stopped in a snow bank in the median. There was someone in it, so we made the quick decision to stop and see if he needed help. He had been waiting a while for a tow truck that another passer-by had called, so we asked him if he wanted to be pulled out. Dan always carries a tow rope in the Suburban. He was glad to get pulled out, and we managed not to not tear up his car or get hit by anyone else in the process.

Well after all that delay, we thought for sure that Andrew would be waiting for us in Pocatello. He lives in Boise, and it is only about a three hour drive for him to get to Pocatello. We pulled into the Super Walmart parking lot in Pocatello, and I gave him a call. He had trouble getting out of Boise, but he was just getting off the exit to Pocatello. He arrived about five minutes after we did. Nice timing. We parked the Suburban at Walmart, and took off to Moab.

After a very clear and nice drive, we pulled in to the Silvertip around 11:00 p.m.


If Riley ever decides to open a meat service, then he'll have to do it somewhere other than Butte.






This is an adaptation of an email I sent to a friend.

I was walking back to work today from school, and in a little dug-out for a doorway next to Bagels on Broadway there was a girl who looked homeless. She was pretty young for a homeless girl, probably around 23 at the most. She had dreads and a knit hat on her head, and the general unkempt look of someone on the street. Anyway, she had this little harp, and some music sheets sitting on the ground. She had made a cardboard sign that said, "need smiles" that was standing up in front of where she was sitting. I wasn't sure if it was a statement or question. I usually feel a mixed set of emotions when I encounter homeless people, from sorrow and pity to annoyance, though God has made me better about the latter. There are all different kinds of people who are homeless. With her though, God really touched my heart. At first I walked by, then I turned around and went back. When I stopped, I asked her if she would like a cup of coffee or something. I was thinking I would give her a couple of bucks to go buy one, but it ended up sounding more like I was asking her to coffee, which I guess was okay, but not what I planned. Right after I asked her, I noticed she had been crying and still had tears in her eyes, which were a pretty sea green color. I asked her if she could use a few dollars, and she said kindly, "that would help." So I pulled out a few dollars that were folded up in my pocket and gave it to her.


I walked away, and across the street, but she was still heavy on my heart and mind. It just really broke my heart to see her there, so I stopped at a picnic table in front of the courthouse, and started to pray for her with tears in my eyes. Then I thought that God wanted me to give me her the lunch I just bought at Sawaddee, but I'm never really sure about those things. So I walked back to her, and got an XA card ready, and stuck my month-old RAOK card in the napkin. When I got to her, she had been crying more. I told her that I was just praying, and that I thought God wanted me to give her my lunch. She said politely that she didn't want it, so I offered it again. She said that was really nice of me, but she was fasting, and also that she was just having a really bad day. I had given her the XA card already, and told her a little about us. I said she should check it out if she was interested, and that we were just over on campus. I wanted to help her so much in some way, but I just didn't know what I could do. So I left after that, and came back up to my office.

I chatted with Shannon a little about it. I just couldn't stop thinking about her crying on street. After I finished chatting, I had an idea, but I wasn't sure about it. Maybe a flower would cheer her up a bit. I left the courthouse, and noticed she was still in the little nook, so I ran down to Safeway and bought a peach colored rose. I got a little card there too, and just wrote on it, "I really hope your day gets better." I had been thinking that if she was still there when I got back that I would call my friend Jess and tell her there was someone who could use a girl to talk to. I just didn't feel like she would really want to talk deeply with some strange guy, so I hadn't asked her much. Then I ran back to where she had been sitting, but she was gone now. So I thought maybe it wasn't meant for me to give her the flower, but I went into Bagels on Broadway and used a pen to write on the envelope, "to the girl with the harp." I set it and the flower in the little nook where she had been sitting, and prayed that it would make it to her somehow.

I got back to the office and prayed that I had mistakenly given her the fold of money with the five in it rather than the three ones. I looked in my pocket and I had.

I still can't stop thinking about her sitting there softly crying, please pray for her.

Heb 13.2