tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301349432012-01-17T13:02:27.913-08:00<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/justin.boyer/Profile/photo#5089829536832157410"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/justin.boyer/RqK0_yYr9uI/AAAAAAAAALA/m2UqqXQ0WdU/s800/07header%20copy.jpg" /></a>justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938419352942526860noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30134943.post-6395093521016702702007-09-15T19:33:00.000-07:002007-09-15T21:38:32.169-07:00

Naomi and I are heading out to china in a few days. It's kind of crazy... I know we are leaving but it doesn't really feel like it. The past few weeks have been stressful in getting ready, but things have settled down. You can read more about our dealing with preparation on Silhouette.I was able to get away with a buddy for two nights and go camping and hiking. The weather was beautiful, the

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If one were to see a modern day musical, what would it look like? And more importantly, would it work? In the case of Once, winner of the Audience Award at both the Dublin International and Sundance film festivals, the answer is a resounding "yes". Real world acting, great music and a solid storyline have made this film an audience favorite.Guy and Girl (as their credits name them) of Once meet

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Naomi and I will buy our last tube of tooth paste today before we leave for China... and while 74 days may seem like a long time to some, it really isn't. Naomi found out that she can do her practicum for TESL over there which will be great experience and hopefully won't stress out her husband too much.I finally finished up Church History in Plain Language which I've been working on here and

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If you hadn’t heard, a few weeks ago I was in the hospital for 3 days or so. I had stomach issues which I can only liken to what I would expect contractions or labor pains to be. At first the doctor thought it was appendicitis, luckily the surgeon looked at a CT scan and said nope and joked seriously about it being a water chestnut [which I had earlier that day for lunch]. Still not being sure

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Three day weekend. Enough said about that. A few of us are going to see a Five o'Clock People concert tomorrow in Tacoma... man I missed those guys. We'll probably go early and bum around Seattle for the afternoon. Last night Naomi, James and I played at a cafe/art event called Untold Tales. It was a fun evening... a little nerve racking until we got done playing... but good overall.Tomorrow it

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Adam has got me hooked on a radio show lately called This American Life. For the most part, the stories are entertaining if not psychologically fascinating from an observational point of view. You might not always like what you here but the quality and variety of the show will make you listen and think. You can listen to them online for free here; below are some episodes to check out if you want

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The layers of gray are slowing strolling through the Seattle Sky this morning. I’m sitting on the 2nd floor of Peet’s Coffee and Tea in Fremont glancing out to see construction workers in their orange and yellow surgery scrubs giving a face-lift to a bridge. There is a shaggy dog tied up across the street at who gets up from his morning nap every now and then to peek around the patio chairs and

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Every year, as April 15th comes around, I look forward to the following weeks where I will get a check in the mail from Uncle Sam saying, “Thanks for giving us some of your money! Here, you can have some back now.” While I don’t jump with joy as I crunch the numbers with Mr. 1040, I’m not really angry or depressed with the IRS because once a year they send me three of four hundred smackers that,

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awake.backpacks.leave.snow.bagels.chai.a-severe-mercy.canada.parking.windy.ferry.rain.bus.nap.scooters.laurel-point-inn.brown-water.tv.dine-by-the-water.sleep-in.late-breakfast.coffee.walk.geocache.sit.cuban-cigar.the-god-delusion.read-some-more.drive-back.wrong-exit.fruit.movie-never-seen.home.it was one of those

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Tonight the cell group that I'm in went to an Ash Wednesday service. I don't remember being to one before so it was a new experience. Lent is to be a time of preparation leading into the passion week. It is a time of self examination, remembrance and repentance. I enjoyed the service because it was a small group, maybe 30 or so, in a modern contemplative setting but with the traditional use of

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Five of us set out on the first hike of the season. Boulder River trail is about 9 miles roundtrip and took us about six hours [2 of those were for sightseeing and geocaching.] The trail and weather were great... some areas looked like a twister came through or a mud slide... but heck, we're men... we take tough terrain and pee on it.Boulder River Trail

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Tonight I briefly realized that we are a generation with remote control relationships. If someone is doing something around us that we don't want to bother with, we'll place them on mute. Everything is still going on but we are able to silence them to ensure our comfort and mask our desire for apathy. If someone is saying something we don't agree or feel is useless, we'll fast forward to the part

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American Dream-j.boyerI feel the morning come to wake meWe’re all scared to admit we feel out of placeWe sold the trailer bought a five bedroomForgot to pack what matters in the suitcase   Mama always cries when no one’s watching   Daddy never tucks us in at night   Sister she’s been gone for six long years   She ran away once the American Dream came near   She ran away once the American dream

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Last night I had a dreamed in which I was wandering around in pity for myself [and justly so] because I got remarried. It appeared that Naomi had died and I ended up marrying one of my old high school girlfriends, Becky. It was a marriage on convenience though; I didn't want to be lonely. I had a deep emotional connection in the dream with missing Naomi and even woke up and told her not to ever

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I got some money for Christmas and had some thoughts as to how to put it to use. Most of those went astray after Adam mentioned geocaching. Geocaching is a hide and seek adventure... a treasure hunt of sorts in which you use a GPS unit to locate caches in areas all over the country [and world.] The caches usually consist of a log book as to who has found the hide and also random small items in

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Naomi and I took a 10 day trip to the east coast to visit friends and family and rest over the holidays... and that we did. Some of the highlights were going to NYC to see Blue Man Group with my siblings, a improv open mic jam session featuring Bowman, a visit to the Brasilia Grill in NJ, some four-wheeler action and frisbee golf action as well. Things are changing back in PA... or at least my

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Books on media centerThe Great Divorce - C.S. LewisThe Cloud of the UnknowingThe Song of Songs - Watchmen NeeSocrates Meets Jesus - KreeftThe Tozer Topical Reader Vol. 1 - A.W. TozerBrave New World - Aldous HuxleyThe Message Remix - PetersonThe Last Eye Witness - Chris SeayTo Own a Dragon - Donald MillerDesiring God - John PiperPenesse - PascalThrough Painted Deserts - Donald MillerAcross the

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Well, Naomi did it... she kept a secret from me. Naomi and I were at her parents' house yesterday to pick up a dress for a Christmas party and do some other odds and ends in visiting. A few minutes after we arrived her dad asked if there was somebody meeting us here cause there was a strange van in the driveway. Being in the middle of no where [as her parents live on the side of a mountain][

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The other night we hooked up with one of Naomi's old roommates and her husband at starbucks. I asked if they liked Scrabble and after an adamant yes from Rachel I went out to my car to retrieve the red box containing the wooden pieces of communication. As I slowly walked back into the coffee shop, being careful not to slip on the snowy parking lot frosted with ice, I remembered that Naomi has a

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Ecc1.) an expression of the way one feels which correlates to the Hebrew scripture of Ecclesiastes2.) a state of being that is between theism and atheism and slightly diverted from agnosticism3.) the way I felt two weekends ago.Blame the weather changing. Blame the fact that my relatives keep dying. Blame the lady at starbucks that kept twitching while reading the bible. Blame the enemy to

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Don't shun me or anything, but I went into the Christian bookstore the other day looking for VisualGrace. Though my searching for that book turned out void, I did pick up Lewis' Miracles which I will eventually dive into one of these days. I also heard a familiar song mixed with a familiar voice over the in-store radio... of which I never heard the two dance together before. The song happened to

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I don't actively seek out new worship music like I do other music. It usually has to be birthed in me either by a glimpse on the radio or at church or by a friend saying I should check this out. But then once it is in it's in [like the robbie seay band I accidentally found as they opened for shane and shane]. The one exception to this is anything Enter the Worship Circle does. I was led to "them"

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My friend, Ryan, wanted to read through Desiring God a second time to try to digest it more. So he, another buddy, and I starting meeting at Starbucks on Tuesday mornings this past summer to discuss a chapter at a time. I confessed, that at first, I wanted to do it not because of the paper and ink itself but because I wanted to hang out with him and that I should probably read something I wouldn’

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If Ray was saved by a woman in his debut album, Trouble, Till The Sun Turns Black is about the loss of that salvation and wanting his love back. The passion of his voice is still there, but very much subdued on most of the record. Instead he trades it in for a more somber dialect accompanied by strings. And the strings are more classical in nature; they might have meshed better in my mind if they

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Today marks Naomi's and my one year anniversary. We took the train down to Portland for a four day weekend. [It's nice to have a holiday right around a special personal date.] We moseyed around the downtown area with no real plans; stopped by Saturday Market, went to the the zoo, swung by Powells. We also rented a '06 mustang convertible and drove to Cannon Beach and went horseback riding. [Quote

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Justin Boyer :: August 2006 * Lynn Canyon * Vancouver * cold water * rock hoping * the old sphegetti factory * thoughts from dad * roof top and cuban cigars * Seattle * Deception Pass * Fort Casey * Ferry * Mariner Game * they won? * outdoor movie * a funeral at church * bat caves * oyster dome * the nuthouse * a step closer

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The wives are taking over Josh/Melissa and Ryan/Nicole came over for a little dessert, movie and ear candling. It went over fairly well... skeptics at first, converts by the end. It's still kind of weird. I was the clear winner of the guys."It's like an enema for your head."We watched Romeo and Juliet... I really like that movie... the old school language with the modern set. We

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It is only the cynic who claims "to speak truth" at all times and in all places to all men in the same way, but who, in fact, displays nothing but a lifeless image of the truth. He dons the halo of the fantastical devotee of truth who can make no allowance for human weakness; but, in fact, he is destroying the living truth between men. He wounds shame, desecrates mystery, breaks confidence,

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August 12, 2006 - Sinclair Island, WA * Josh/Melissa * Other Justin/Ann * it is so sweet to do nothing * Sinclair Island :: August 12, 2006

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[spoilers]I had a weird experience with M. Night Shyamalans’ The Village. I went to see it in the theater and about a quarter the way into the movie I started to notice this fuzzy fur ball creeping in from the top of the screen and then disappearing. About the third time I realized that it was the head of a boom mic. I figured that the Village must have been a reality TV show or something and

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America today is a "save yourself" society if there ever was one. But does it really work? The underdeveloped societies suffer from one set of diseases: tuberculosis, malnutrition, pneumonia, parasites, typhoid, cholera, typhus, etc. Affluent America has virtually invented a whole new set of diseases: obesity, arteriosclerosis, heart disease, strokes, lung cancer, venereal disease, cirhoises of

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I cleaned the fidge last night for the first time since I've been married. There were a few times I screamed like a little girl as I opened the "God-knows-how-long" items... the butter was the worst. Though the casserole was a close second.love your enemies: those closest to you have the greatest ability to become your enemy, even if only for a short lapse of time. Being apathetic to your enemies

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Blaise Pascal kept appearing at random places that I can’t even think of at the moment. It was after reading one of his quotes in Desiring God and then sporadically turning to another quote that hit me from his Pensees, which I didn’t realize my wife had, that I decided I needed to read some of his work. So at the book store I was looking for a paperback companion to aid me in a 16 hour road trip

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It wasn’t until I listened to For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti from the Michigan album that I liked Sufjan. His music is so eclectic that it doesn’t sound like anything in particular and the different sounding-ness was what shoved me away at first. But once the songwriting and simplicity of Widows broke in the side window of my brain it unlocked the front door to let

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560 miles*one ferry*two mopeds*camping*ruby beach*ocean shores

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Second-Handers: They don't live from the joy that comes through achieving what they value for it's own sake. Instead, they live secondhand from the compliments of others. They have one eye on their action and one on their audience. We simply do not admire second-handers. We admire people who are secure and composed enough that they don't need to shore up their weaknesses and compensate for their

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