gmail invite spooler

This spooler seems like a good place to put invites. that's why i removed the previous post.

misheard song lyrics

kissthisguy.com makes for some inturesting revelation. i KNEW i was right.

Lizzy writes back.

reference: ode-to-being-lurker

forkev said...

I lurk to learn, but ocassionally I pry.
To put things in perspective, i'm a Seventh-day Adventist and i observe some church members wrestling with the concept of ordained female ministors yet we uphold Ellen White as a prophetess.
I've been learning about Mormonism and am confused about the divide between the male and female role within the Mormon church. I cross referenced with the topics of Judges: chapter 4 (Deborah) and the equality discussed in the New Testiment (Romans 3:9-10) and was wondering your take on it.
I'm not here to argue or push any ideas, i just want a balancing perspective as i continue searching. don't field this questions if it's strange for you, and keep blogging for people like me. good stuff. kevin.


lizzy said...

Kevin (Forkev),

I read your comment (thanks, by the way) and had to ponder on how to reply.

So, here are my ramblings...

For some women in the Mormon church, the whole "only the men have the priesthood" thing is a problem for them and they see it as being unequal. It used to bug me a little, too, by the way. But, now I see it differently and for me, I am at peace with the whole thing.

Let me first give you an analogy.

You, Kevin, have 5 apples. I, Lizzy, have 5 oranges. Now, who has more? Well, neither of us. We have an equal amount of fruit. Different fruit, but the same amount. The only way this equality changes is if WE place more value on the apples then the oranges.

This is what I feel we, as humans, have done in regards to the power between men and women. Over the course of history (generally speaking, here) people have placed more value on the power of men, than on women. This has made women feel inferior to men and treat their equal gifts as less than. And, sadly, this attitude still lingers--even in regards to church stuff.

So, for some people, they see the fact that men in the Mormon church have the priesthood as a great means of inequality. But, for me, it's just the human factor getting in the way.

As a woman in the Mormon church, I teach, I preach, and I lead others. And until Christ comes to fix the "human factor" this is enough for me.

(And by the way, I don't mind replying to religious questions, as long as it is kept respectful.);-)


forkev said...

Lizzy:
awesome answer.
I like (and agree) with your conclusion.
please permit me to share the apples / oranges analogy in the future :)
-kevin.

optical illusion

keep staring at the picture and you will see a giraffe

this is closly rivaled by sony's new webcam SONY
COMCAM V7 that takes a picture using your monitor.

a good read

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tough news, different perspective

received in email 12.7.04.
James Chase wrote:
PLANE CRASH DEC 2 04 REPORTED BY SURVIVOR HUFF

A detailed report as told to Wally Coe and as reported to Charles Watson.

Wednesday afternoon, December 1, the airplane owned by the Georgia Cumberland Conference of Seventh-day Adventists was dispatched on a journey of mercy. A dying cancer victim was flown to a hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. The plane then returned to its base in Chattanooga. The flight went flawlessly. There was no hint of any problem. The next morning the plane left Chattanooga for Calhoun, Georgia, to pick up its precious cargo of officers of the Conference for a day of special services for members of the clergy in several areas of the State of Tennessee. The first stop was in Collegedale where fifty men were gathered to hear words of encouragement from the lips of David Cress, President of the Conference, and Jerry Frost, the Vice President. Jerry gave the opening address and chose for his biblical passage Colossians 1:13,14 "Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son.." Little did he know he was reading a prophecy of what was yet to come later in the day.


After lunch in the University cafeteria the group of men were driven to the Collegedale airport and departed in the Conference plane, a Cessna 421, The Golden Eagle. It was a comfortable cabin class plane that had seen many thousands of miles in the work of the church. It had recently undergone a thorough inspection and had been equipped with updated radios to make the flights safer. Dr.Gordon Beitz, President of the University, was invited to go along to the Knoxville appointment but he declined due to a heavy work load. He had flown in that plane many thousands of miles as the former President of the Conference. The lift off was flawless. Gear up-flaps up-climb power set. Then it happened. The right engine simply quit. The plane veered to the right
with the unbalanced thrust with the left engine producing full climb power. The
pilot, John Lazwell, quickly brought the plane back to straight flight and prepared to feather the windmilling prop on the right engine.They were at 300 feet altitude. But mysteriously the remaining working engine could not make the plane climb. This was unusual in that the plane was capable of climbing on one engine and the plane was well under gross weight. Many gallons of fuel had been consumed during the flight from Chattanooga to Collegedale by way of Calhoun, Georgia, and no additional
fuel had been purchased at either stop. (This rules out the probabilityof fuel contamination). There were also two empty seats on the plane. Since it was loosing altitude John tried to pick a pasture to crash land the plane. Unfortunately the descent was too rapid and they missed the pasture hitting a wooded area with the full force of one engine still producing climb power and with a speed of approximately 140 miles per hour. The plane began disintegrating with the impact against the large trees.
First the wings were torn off. The plane started spinning wildly and the tail was sheared off. Jim Huff, the volunteer co-pilot, saw everything imaginable flying by the cockpit window including human bodies. Ahead of his windshield loomed a very large tree, which he expected to hit him right in the face but the plane spun enough so that it got the pilot, John, apparently killing him instantly.


Moments later the flying debris and thundering noises came to rest. In the eerie silence Jim found himself outside the protective metal of the fuselage, sitting in his cockpit seat on the ground. His seat belt was broken but he was still sitting in the seat which in turn was on top of one of the largest pieces of the wreckage, a one foot square piece of metal.

This was one of the largest pieces of metal remaining. The plane virtually disintegrated. All around the plane was a ring of small fires. Jim got up and ran
toward the open field, which was about a hundred feet away. He had to push
aside some burning brush with his bare hand, which gave him third degree burns
on that hand. He staggered into the field and into several residents who
were running toward the crash site. Jim collapsed at their feet. One of them dialed 911 and the Life Force helicopter was dispatched from Erlanger Medical Center in Chattanooga, but it was to prove to be too late. Within five minutes the first of three thunderous explosions was heard from the crash site. Then in quick succession the other two fuel tanks blew up. The flames reached an estimated height of 150 feet. The only significant piece of wreckage was the tail section, which was approximately
one hundred feet from the final resting place of the debris. Jim suffered only a third degree burn on his hand, a broken collar bone and a six inch gash on the calf of his leg apparently from a piece of metal. He did not even hit his head on the windshield. He remembers these details well because he was not knocked unconscious and can recall every second of the impact. He was discharged from the hospital the next day.

Unfortunately the five others did not make it. The dead were Dave Cress,
President of the Conference; Jim Frost, Vice President; Jamie Arnall, Director of Communications; Clay Farwell, Assistant to the President and retired President of the Kentucky-Tennessee Conference; and John Laswell, contract pilot. Dave Cress graduated from Southern Adventist University in 1979 and was also a member of the Board of Trustees. Jamie Arnall graduated from Southern in 1999 as a communication major.

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i've been toying with the idea of a homemade video projector using an lcd screen - as pointed out by keith.

this appears to have usefully stuff of many flavors are reasonable prices.

tough news.

i thought this was a hoax. it is not.

A twin-engine Cessna plane owned by the Georgia Cumberland Conference crashed outside of Collegedale this afternoon killing all but the co-pilot.

The fatalities were identified as:

-- Jaime Arnall, the communication director for the conference.

-- David Cress, the president of the conference.

-- Jim Frost, the conference secretary.

-- Clay Farwell, the assistant to the president.

-- The pilot, who has not yet been identified, was reportedly a former pastor in the conference.

The Survivor was Jim Huff and he reportly had only minor injuries and was found walking around the crash site.

Please pray for the families of the victims. I don't know them, but Jamie Arnall, the Communications Director graduated from Southern a couple years before a coworker of mine did a few years ago.

More information can be found online at:

- http://www.11alive.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=55574

- http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_59379.asp

- http://www.wrcbtv.com/news/news.cfm?DID=12880

politically prickly

on a sad, and otherwise disappointing note i report the following.
THIS IS AN ASSUMPTION.
one department who is being bought out by another organization but will remain inside the buildingand they have really wanted nothing to do with microsoft ever since they had a voice, even if they were their own audiece. This banter has gone back and forth for quite some time. so, at the climactic end to their department having to put up with the 90% microsoft supporting freaks in the building SOMEONE put a picture on my bosses door that says 'shape your perspective' and shows a student in a tree with an apple computer. Now, i have no problem discussing tools within context, but somethign as tastless as cramming it on someone's door and smearing it in their face WHEN THEY ARE NOT EVEN HERE (he's home sick with a virus) is rediculus. it's very sad, tastless, and just downright mean. we do our jobs so we can have standardization and save people time and money. do you want me to standardize on a tool no one knows AND does not integrate with corporate america? - anyways, i took the sign and put in on my door, saving my boss the feelings of rejections by non-loyal abusers of his service.

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1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge free ATM.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p. m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck , either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

26. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

27. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

28. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.