"G-d"

I've been listening to the new mewithoutyou album, 'It's all Crazy! It's all False! It's all a Dream! It's Alright!' and I love the last track 'Allah Allah Allah' but I can see why it might leave some followers of Christ unsettled. In fact, the band themselves are followers of Jesus but they've chosen to use a name of G-d that most Christians are uncomfortable with for fear of praying to the 'wrong God'. But the fact is that Arabaic Christians use the name 'Allah' for the 'Christian God' with no hesitation because Allah is simply their vernacular for God. Perhaps Christians should first consider our usage of the word GOD as it's offensive to the Jewish believer in that you're not even meant to say it- it's such a holy name. Perhaps we should take the splinter from our own eye before casting judgement on those who use the word Allah in the Christian context? What do you think?

Conspire with Me!

I'd seen the Advent Conspiracy at some point last year approaching the Yule season yet didn't really get the chance to participate and I'm glad I found it again this year. Have a look at this video about the conspiracy and join me this year in living a revolutionary Christmas!

www.theadventconspiracy.org

Eccentricity is a delight.

New blog look, new blog post! I'm determined to end November on a good note!

This new layout actually reminded me about my little eccentricities and I thought I'd share. If you hadn't noticed my last layout also had a bird theme. You might assume that I'm a lover of birds. Strangely, I'm not overly keen on them in real life. I prefer artsy birds to actual foul. Real birds are loud and I see one and think automatically of poo.

Growing up we lived across from a row of eucalyptus trees and in them lived these big black birds. They had that ominous 'caw caw caw' and they were fierce. Come springtime they became protective and defensive of their nests, in spite of said nests being several metres in the air, and eucalyptus trees aren't all that condusive to climbing. One day when I was probably like seven I was walking out of my front door to a neighbours house when a big scary black bird mama came swooping down at my head, like a scene from a Hitchcock film, relentlessly trying to get me to go back into the house. I obliged and am still afraid of birds that come clamoring towards my headspace. Quite possibly this experience is what has led me to dislike actual birds.

But artsy birds are another thing entirely. They're lovely. They sit still and look pretty or cute. They're the type of bird I could cuddle with- mammal-like perhaps. I'm a little bit obsessed with artsy birds- kitsch, bohemian, cutsy, rockabilly- I've got a fair good number of them. My journal has a beautifully stitched purple and green bird. My top presently has little birds and my husband assures me there's something resembling bird poo on it as well. I've got a hoodie with a colourful bird on it, an earring and necklace set of sparrows, a skirt with a gorgeous peacock embroidered on the side. Finally, I've also got a beautiful rockabilly style sparrow inked onto my forearm.

Yet. I. Still. Hate. Birds.

I'd like to tattle a bit on my husband's quirk- 'quotables'. He's full of them. Slips of the tongue. Mixed up cliche phrases. He encourages me that I should either blog them or keep a book. So I shall.

Last night was priceless. Watching True Blood, (this is new to us) and at the end of the second episode, Sookie is left surrounded by deviant vampires. Rob is so impressed with the endings of both episodes we've seen that he says the following:

"This show has good cliff-hangovers."

Genius! I can't top that.

Autumnal Update

Yikes! Has it been THAT long since I've blogged? Good grief, next thing I know it'll be 2012.

The leaves are changing all over London and I really should get out more to lap up the colours enveloping the city. I went into central today to drop off CVs, looking for that dreaded second job, given that The Bridge will remain my first job, however flexible it may be. I haven't had a 'real' job in so long I fear that I've lost my ability to work in a public setting, especially within retail- and I know the reason I left to begin with was because I couldn't handle the people (little did I know at that point I'd end up in ministry, mind you). I figure I'll take what I can get up til we go to California for Christmas-January and then pick up when we get back, hopefully with a 'better' job. I'm keeping my eyeball on the Global Oceans Legacy project starting up in London which has been recruiting a Project Director and currently an Outreach Manager- two roles that ten years ago I'd have snapped up in a millisecond but now am vastly underqualified for. I'm hoping that there will be a role opening up in the office that will require less.

I'm pretty vacant on the crafting front presently- still needing to put the finishing touches on my Social D apron (and actually put the thing to use)- but have been tossing around the idea of selling Christmas stockings again this year- that being determined by whether or not I land full-time work. I've got a skirt that needs expansion (size uber-tiny) so that's on the to-do list.

I truly have nothing interesting nor inspiring to say on this post but just wanted blogger to know I still live.

Oh, two interesting things in the last two days. The first happened tonight when I dropped a pair of scizzors on my foot. Yeah. That hurt. The second, far more amusing incident was when Rob dunked his mobile phone into his cup of tea by accident last night. I coulda sworn he thought he was dunking a biscuit. Thankfully he'd already ordered a new phone which is due tomorrow. I haven't laughed that hard in a while. Good stuff.

Peace out til inspiration hits!