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Name: Cornell
Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma, United States
Birthday: 1/17/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: drinking coffee at IHOP, buying socks, folding laundry, buying dozens of my favorite pen, and remembering old memories.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Other
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AIM:  ldtreefr0g
Member Since:
2/6/2006
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| So I've been told to update by several people. Okay, actually it was just two people who told me to update. Well, I guess if you consider two people to be several people, then, yeah, several people told me to update.
Anyway. Here I am. It's me. Exciting, huh?
So I was cleaning my ears the other day.... Oh wait, I already told that story. Um.. okay, a new one.. think think think.
Oh, okay. So I don't have any new stories. No new anecdotes. Nothing.
But I will tell you this. I can't remember the last time I had Wrigley's Big League Chew. Now that was good gum.
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| A grasshopper walks in to a bar and asks for a drink. The bar tender chuckles, and says "Hey, did you know we have a drink named after you?"
The grasshopper responds, "You have a drink named Doug?"
So what makes a joke funny? What is humor? Maybe it's the fact that it's late at night, or maybe I'm just curious about strange things, but, seriously, what is it that defines humor?
Is a joke funny when it makes us laugh? Because what if we don't laugh, does that make it not funny? And there are obviously things that aren't jokes that are funny. And the same question goes there too. If somebody says something and we laugh, does that make it funny? What if we don't laugh, is it then not funny? Is there a clear line drawn between funny and humorous? Humorous and sarcastic? Sarcastic and sardonic? What if it's just funny in an intellectual sort of way, and we just smirk, or half smile. That's funny too, right? Or is it just when we laugh?
These questions and more plague me late at night. | | |
| I'll tell you what bothers me. Coffee. Who thought of it? I know what you're thinking.. you're thinking who cares who thought up coffee. But I think it's important. Just stay with me for one moment. Coffee comes from coffee beans. And to get the coffee from the coffee beans, you have to grind those beans up, and then you have to run hot water through it, and put the mixture you get in a cup. And then, you drink that hot-water-with-ground-up-coffee-beans-brown-mixure that you've just made. Okay, you still with me? So here's the question, who in the world thought that crap up...
"Hey Earl. You see them brown round things growin' there?"
"Yup."
"Well, I think I'm gonna grind those up untit they 're..... um... all ground up."
"Uh.. okay. What are you gonna do with the ground up part, Jed?"
"Well, I was thinking about running hot water over it... and then, well, you know.. just drinking whatever comes of it."
And that's how coffee was discovered. This and more stories next week. Good night, and God bless.
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| Gin. What an interesting card game. Also, cribbage. Another fun card game. Put those two card games together with a Friday night at your parents house, and what have you got?? My life. That's what you've got. Seriously.
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| So I'm back from Europe.
There are times, perhaps right before or after you have completed something great--like graduating high school or college, when everyone asks you the same question. For example, right around the time you graduate from high school, everyone asks you where you are going to go to college.. what your major is going to be; and when you graduate from college, everybody asks you where you are going to work, what are you going to do or be. So now I'm back from Europe, and the big question is, was it fun? Which, by the way, is a much easier question to answer than what college are you going to or what will your major be or where will you work.... So here is the easy answer: Yeah I had fun. Alot of fun. The most fun imaginable. Yeah, I'm completly tired now, and the jet lag is killing me. And yes, as my plane touched down at the Chicago O'hare Airport I wanted to get down and kiss the ground because I was back inside the United States. But, this trip was the most exciting thing I've ever done (with maybe one exception, and that's when I went skydiving). It was the trip of a lifetime... Slovokia to the Czech Republic to Belgium to France to Malta. Fantastic. If I never get a chance to go back to Europe again, I'm still content with all that I got to see this time.
Here is the second most asked question I get: What was the most memorable part of your trip?
This question is not as easy as the first. There are a hundred things that come to mind when I think about my days on this trip. Not the least of which include gazing down from atop the Eiffel Tower; standing in the middle of one of the most beautiful square's in Prague, one of the most famous and beautiful cities in the world; or looking straight through the beautifully transparent waters of the Mediterranean Sea to the sand and rocks below.
But, while those are very memorable, none of those is the most memorable. The most memorable moment was simply this:
On the 5th of March, I stood in a small church service in Malta. The Spirit of God was there, and the fifty or so members of the church were simply praising. I scanned the room, caught up in the moment. It was almost as though I were looking around in slow-motion, the sounds of the congregation strong in the background. As they sang a familiar song in Maltese, the sound was so beautiful that I am almost sure that Heaven stopped to listen, if only for a moment. And as I stood there, my most memorable moment was in the realization that I was witnessing the only Assembly of God worshipers in Malta that day. I watched these men and women praise God, despite the fact that more than ninety-nine percent of the island is Roman Catholic and they were in a stark minority. They made a choice, and regardless of whatever persecution they may recieve, they would continue praising God they only way they knew how. That was very memorable to me, for whatever reason.
Anyway. It's good to be home. And that's the truth. | | |
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