Lost and Found March 25, 2009Posted by Phil Groom in Poetry, Theological Reflection.
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To know, as I am fully known;
to love, as I am fully loved;
to trust, as I am fully trusted:
Who can bear such scrutiny?
I am lost, even as I am found;
I am unmade, even as I am made:
I fall down even as I am lifted up.
I am because you are
and you are
that I may be:
Dave Walker’s Blog Spanner March 18, 2009Posted by Phil Groom in Frivolity, Technology.
Tags: Blogging, Dave Walker, Google, Technorati, Twitter
I remember the one my grandfather had — used to attach it to his dustbin and whenever he lifted the lid (it was one of the old metal bins, not the big plastic wheelie-bin things they use today) his neighbours would gather round and go “ooh” and “ahh” over his garbage, then leave comments for the bin men (it was always men in those days). Great fun — the bin men would then pass the comments on around the neighbourhood and by the end of the weekly collection cycle they’d work out whose garbage had attracted the most comments and give out certificates that you could stick onto your bin.
Trouble with the original model was that it didn’t have the swivel head you can see in Dave’s, which meant the garbage would sometimes snag on it: could get quite messy and attracted all sorts of unmentionables.
Once they fitted the swivel heads, though, you could tighten things up more: the real garbage, the stuff people wanted to talk about, went straight in the bin whilst the boring stuff — well actually, nobody ever worked out what happened to that: it somehow got separated out and people could just get on with sharing their garbage properly. Eventually it all made its way to an incinerator or a landfill site, depending on where you lived, but then the internet was invented and someone came up with fibre-optic cable and it all finds its way there instead now, where quite a lot of it gets recycled via Google.
I’m not sure what Dave’s planning on doing with his spanner: I expect he’ll tell us before long; but I have a sneaking suspicion (and I’ve left him a comment to say so) that he’s going to try to use it to boost his technorati rankings. It won’t work, of course, because technorati have moved on from blog spanners, though I’m not sure what they’re using instead — probably some sort of algorithm that no one else can make sense of.
Apparently you can still use blog spanners on twitter, though, so if you manage to get hold of one, don’t bin it: share it. And whatever you do, don’t attach it to or use it to do anything with your bike. Some people on Dave’s blog are saying that’s what it’s for, which is absolute bunkum. You can trust me on this: I’m a blogger.
Twishop Index March 15, 2009Posted by Phil Groom in Frivolity, News, Technology.
Tags: Bishops, Church of England, Twitter
We live in exciting times for the dear old Church of England with more and more (well OK, three that I know of so far, a Blessed Twinity perhaps?) Bishops joining the Twittersphere. Figured we’ll be needing a Twishop Index soon to keep twack of ‘em, so I’ve created a dedicated page, Twishop Index, complete with its own Twitter ID @twishop.
Follow at your own risk:
- @alantlwilson: Alan Wilson, Buckingham
- @bpdt: David Thomson, Huntingdon
- @pete173, Pete Broadbent, Willesden
I saw your sky fall down today… March 8, 2009Posted by Phil Groom in Music.
Tags: Jaycee, Matthew West, Video, YouTube
Then I found this video version and it blew me away. Hope it blows you away too…
Hating the Monster God March 1, 2009Posted by Phil Groom in Theological Reflection, Theology.
Tags: Church, Noah, Theology that sucks
Church this morning – sermon about Noah and the flood but it’s OK because God put a rainbow in the sky afterwards and promised he won’t do it again.
“Trust me,” he said, “I’m a used planet salesman: this one only had a few million inhabitants, so I wiped the hard drive and rebooted.”
Apologies for the mixed metaphors. I mumbled my way through the creed and fumbled my way through the Eucharist but didn’t exactly feel thankful as I thought about my friends who’ve been to hell and back and where was God when they – when you – needed him?
Went out for a walk across a derelict airfield that’s become a half-playground, half-wasteland, found a tree decorated with wreathes and ribbons in memory of someone called Martin… wondered what happened to him and why this particular tree…
Wanted to somehow hit out at this monster god who screwed up so badly, but he’s not the God I know… the God I know is love and weeps with me and the only floods s/he’d ever bring to the world would be floods of tears and sorrow… and sometimes of laughter when the sun shines and flowers break through the concrete…
And I pity the human race with its screwed up notions of God and the churches that propagate them and wonder why I remain a part of it when I want to be apart from it…
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