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“A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael Knight, a young loner on a crusade, to champion the cause of the innocent, the helpless, the powerless. In a world of criminals who operate above the law…”
The Knight Rider intro blurb would have the phrase “In a world,” wouldn’t it?
Update: The video itself:
The lab door is metal, the microwave handle is metal, even my iBook’s trackpad gives me a sizzle when I touch it. Stupid static charges.
Saturday night to Sunday morning was spent in the MA Digital lab, finishing the Laudomia Director piece for Interaction Design class. Compiling the projector was not the end of it, though; I had to conduct user testing sessions with five strangers — a task I accomplished the same night, by lurking about the building and ambushing other all-nighters like myself. Feedback was good, and I was able to apply the necessary revisions immediately afterward.
The hour being too late — too early? — for the light rail or subway, it seemed most prudent to plonk down on the couch to rest till dawn. I had originally intended to meet up with the MICA Koinonia group at 8am to try out worship at Central Presbyterian, but fatigue and urgency led me to the easier, gentler course of going home to freshen up, followed by worship at Old Otterbein Methodist. I did not regret it: the service was beautifully uplifting, a traditional liturgy with hymns and responsories, a heartfelt reading of Isaiah by the pastor, and an open communion which touched me to my heart with its poetically simple majesty.
Heading back to school, I stopped at Starbucks in Harborplace for a quick mocha. From upstairs, the view of the Inner Harbor was so breathtaking that I had to pause and pull out my pencam for a panoramic photo.
I believe in God. I believe that He knows how weary I am in the midst of these trials, and I believe that He gives Sundays like this so I may know that His hand does not always rest so heavily on His children. For that, I’m grateful to Him.
Refreshed in spirit, I’m back in the lab, working on my Natalie Bookchin research paper, due on Tuesday. I’m not quite sure how I could possibly survive the next three days, but I know He will carry me through. My part is to keep my eyes fixed on Him, always.
This news about Jupiter is a bit old; I wrote about it over a year ago, with some Creationist ruminations.
From Mark Byron’s latest Edifier du jour, this phrase jumps out: “…having become as much better than the angels, as He has inherited a more excellent name than they.” (Heb 1:1-5)
According to Mark Byron, “Jesus does have a more excellent name than any angel, but the word ‘name’ means more than what we commonly use it for; it’s referring to reputation and honor.” So that pretty much blows out of the water the Rubenian cult’s misinformed notions that the concept of a “new name” is justification for Ruben Ecleo’s claims to Messianic reincarnation. Or for anyone else who claims his own name to stand for Christ’s on that basis.
(Thanks for the info, Mark!)
I’m going to be in San Francisco this December for a good friend’s wedding, and I’ll be staying through Christmas till the 26th at my brother’s place in Foster City. Anyone want to meet up? I intend to be a blatant sightseeing tourist, complete with camera around my neck, loud Hawaiian shorts, and hairy legs.
More Rubenian frothing in an age-old comments thread. Gosh, they really do seem to believe their rockin’ boozin’ cult leader is the reincarnated Christ. Anyone care to disabuse them of that faulty notion?
“At that time if anyone says to you, ‘Look, here is the Christ!’ or, ‘There he is!’ do not believe it. For false Christs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and miracles to deceive even the elect–if that were possible. See, I have told you ahead of time. So if anyone tells you, ‘There he is, out in the desert,’ do not go out; or, ‘Here he is, in the inner rooms,’ do not believe it. For as lightning that comes from the east is visible even in the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather.” (Matthew 24:23-28)
Well, it has been one long, tiring Thanksgiving, what with the massive network of friends and relatives my uncle and aunt went to visit today. Turkey was to be had in four different houses, but I skipped the fourth leg of the trip in favor of hanging out with some cousins* to watch Die Another Day — which was, sadly, sold out at the cinema. Instead, we returned home and talked all night. (I must admit that I was a bit alarmed that the guys in the car were talking about nothing but partying and boozing, but things got a lot more intelligent later on. Sorry, Tanya and Tracy! ;)
Now I’m home, with no plans to sleep, since I have a paper and at least two other major production projects due after the holiday. Time to hit the `books.
*: I say “cousins,” but I’m really just referring to any of the family friends of my age/generation. Considering how Filipinos are all related in some way, we’re probably cousins somehow.
I wish I could conduct a Bible study like the Dane’s. Then maybe I would be worthy of the rave reviews that Lollardy has been getting.
Update: Oh, joy! The Rubenian “Divine Master” himself has given me rave reviews! ;)
Since the topic of my research paper is net artist Natalie Bookchin, I’m going to be living, eating, and breathing her work all through the holiday while I write up 6-8 pages on the phenomenology of her art vis-a-vis the role of new media in the formation of a new postmodern cultural psyche.
(No, I didn’t understand that either.)
First stop: The Intruder — the short story by Jorge Luis Borges, interactively rendered as a set of classic arcade games. The manner in which each game is played speaks for the content of the passage being reinterpreted.
Metapet.net — simulating the office of tomorrow, where you help a genetically modified mutant employee in realizing the economic goals of a company in the ultra-capitalist future.
Searching for the Truth — seek the Answer from the search engines.
May the turkeys of Thursday sustain me in my research.