Olympic athletes spotted at Northstar Church
Tonight while we were preparing for the 6:00 service at Northstar Church, two incredible Olympic athletes demonstrated their skills. Click here for the video.
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The last week in pictures:
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The Language of God review, continued
Sometime ago I began a review of The Language of God by Francis Collins. I concluded that review with some of the following thoughts:
What makes us clearly think we can think clearly?
Faith is required because scripture tells us that no matter how much we don’t like or that we want to deny that our very brains and logic systems are ultimately flawed by sin. Our minds are clouded and must be cleared by the light and love of God. Only then can they function as they were intended to.
In addition, because of sin, our consciences are corrupt. Our thinking is flawed. We see partially. Our motives are impure and skewed. No matter what the observation of our natural world and the methods that we use, our conclusions and interpretation of data are flawed, obscured and, according to scripture, even set against the knowledge of God.
I wanted to continue my thoughts about Collins’ book by looking at his approach and belief about miracles. As I mentioned in my last post, it’s imperative to recognize the lens through which you view reality in this ongoing discussion about evolution. There are significant presuppositions that we all bring to the table in our dialogues. Let’s not pretend we are not embracing “truth” when we use science as a our lens. Science, after all, is man’s attempt to discern reality through means and methods that may be tainted with subconscious bias or creational brokenness.
About the Miraculous
Collins agrees that man is a miracle. His belief is that God superintended the evolutionary process to get us where we are.
Collins has some strange thoughts about God’s miraculous interventions, however. He wants to empirically define what is and isn’t a miracle. “Whatever the personal view, it is crucial that a healthy skepticism be applied when interpreting potentially miraculous events, lest the integrity and rationality of the religious perspective be brought into question.” (p51)
It’s sad that his a priori for miracles is so low. Who says miracles must be submitted to scathing skepticism? The intimacy of God’s involvement in creation in Matthew 6.25-30 reveals that birds are fed and flowers watered by the loving care of the Father.
Throughout Collins’ book, he appeals to “laws” of nature, physics, and biology. However, what if these laws are not such at all? What if man claims these observable laws to avoid contemplating that there are higher laws and even commands that demand our subservience and obedience? What if these little “laws” we are so addicted to defining and presuming to define reality are not laws at all? They may be only guardrails to keep the children from falling off the cliffs.
That’s why Collins and others have issues with miracles. They are interruptions and upset the apple carts of observation and scientific method that have led to the publication and adherence by man as laws.
Another perspective is that “miracles” are not extraordinary occurrences. Rather, they are normal expressions and routine manifestations of a reality that supersedes ours. They’re only extraordinary because we give such rare attention to their prevalence.
From Collins’ perspective though, “in order for the world to avoid descending into chaos, miracles must be very uncommon.” (p53)
So things get out of control of God when He performs too many miracles? This would be true only if God is subject to natural laws. Collins points out that even C.S. Lewis says miracles should be scarce. As much as I like Lewis, I disagree with that conclusion. What do we define as miracles? Are they only what defy empirical proof and are noticed by us?
Even the most acknowledged miracles in scripture are targets of empirical derision today. All is explainable in terms of natural laws, some would say. So why limit the miraculous to the “big” stuff? Is this to make us seem less superstitious and more rationally acceptable? We claim to believe in a God who loves us. Let us press on to believe that this self-revealed, loving Father will intervene in our lives constantly to answer wild and desperate prayers and to spontaneously demonstrate His glory! Whether it’s parting the Red Sea or leading a person to salvation, miracles abound!
But Collins stubbornly insists on rarity for miracles. He quotes John Polkinghorne, “Miracles are not to be interpreted as divine acts against the laws of nature (for those laws are themselves expressions of God’s will) but as more profound revelations of the character of the divine relationship to creation. To be credible, miracles must convey a deeper understanding than could have been observed without them.”
What is the reason for limiting the existence of definition of miracles? And why would one tell God how He must work within the “laws” that we are confined to? It makes perfect sense in this broader discussion of evolution. Is God strong and powerful enough to have created the world in seven literal days? Is He strong and powerful enough to have intimately directed an evolutionary process that last billions of years? The answer to both are yes, and to believe in God, we must believe in this-reality-distorting activity and intervention on His part. However, choosing the latter puts one at odds with what orthodox Christianity claims is the Word of God. Both the Old and New Testaments point to God’s creation of Adam and Eve as a literal event.
As far as miracles are concerned, the primary miracle that every true Christian must adhere and proclaim is the resurrection of a man from the dead. The miraculous is required for the Christian’s lens. So, if God is able, what thought process will we embrace? One that limits the existence of miracles or one that proclaims God’s goodness through their frequency?
To that, I point to Isaiah 55.8-9.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
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Donuts…
It’s so fun to be in a community with so many creative, fun-loving gospel partners. Check out this video from our local Young Life team. Word, Sloop Doggy Dog!
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Google mail rant
Rant warning:
I do not understand people who use Gmail’s web interface for Gmail.
- It’s cluttered.
- It’s confusing.
- It’s clunky.
- I can’t ever make it “just work.”
Tha’ts four Cs: cluttered, confusing, clunky, and can’t. You can thank me later for helping you with memory retention.
I’ve used Apple’s Mail app forever, and it’s just… clean, intuitive, helpful, and it works.
Case in point: I saved a draft in Apple Mail last night. When I went to access this am, it showed up in a folder on Gmail called “[IMAP/Drafts].” It was uneditable. I could not figure out how to edit it… So I copied it, downloaded the attachments, and recreated the message again. Sigh. Fail. Whatever.
People who have used Gmail web’s interface for email say I’m clueless. But I think I’m relatively tech savvy. It has always just screamed of PCish poor user interface to me. Sorry.
End of rant.
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The wrapping pastor
After attending the the Sending Church conference near Nashville, I found this upon my return to Blacksburg:
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Favorite professor: Dr. Bill Downs
Yesterday we were supposed to write about our favorite professor in this year’s OBU BlogAbout. In last year’s post called “Ode to OBU,” I said:
After my freshman year, I changed my major from a pre-med focus to communications and got cussed out for doing so by one of my science professors. I still remember the reception I received from Dr. Downs in the communications department that week. With a twinkle in his eye and what looked like a shrunken head on his desk, he informed me that his department was going to be demand my very best work (typo left in intentionally). He was and remains one of my very favorite professors of all time. If he told me to jump today, I would nod and ask “how high†without hesitation.
It was in the communications department during my sophomore year that Mitch and I developed a deep friendship. Mitch was annointed editor-to-be of the Ouachitonian yearbook, and when the department purchased a bunch of Macintosh computers, we were challenged to produce a “camera-ready†yearbook. As we sat down behind MacPluses with their little monochrome screens, it was the beginning of a lifelong love affair with Apple products.
Dr. Bill Downs has always been one of my heroes. I don’t know if that was because he looks like Johnny Carson or not. He has a way of insulting you and inspiring you all at the same time. I remember him telling me about one of my humor columns, “This is one of the most creative poorly written pieces I’ve ever read.” I remember I said, “Thanks!” with great eagerness before realizing his compliment’s implications.
Dr. Downs reigned over the communications department with regal wit and exacting demands for excellence. He didn’t just challenge me to write better or to think deeper, but he led me into a love affair with creativity. His classes were both militant and picturesque. I never wanted to miss one. With a wry grin that would quickly transmogrify into a studied frown, Dr. Downs would verbally rip a student’s paper to shreds in front of an entire class. No one felt sorry for the poor soul because we all knew our pitiful attempt would be the next under fire. The strange thing was that even after enduring the magnifying glass of a Downsian diatribe, every student would leave emboldened toward excellence rather than downtrodden.
One of the things I loved about OBU was the amount of laughter in our classrooms. Such spontaneous jocularity revealed genuine relationships between students and professors. And no prof could laugh better than Dr. Downs. He would tilt his head back, take a deep breath, and well, just guffaw. He dropped witticisms and zingers with complete devastation, but he graciously received all of our sophomoric attempts at sarcastic retribution.
One such day still shines in my memory. It was Nita Kay Dalrymple’s honor to leave Dr. Downs speechless. He had been lecturing with gusto, striding back and forth in front of the class waving his pen like a light saber, when she raised her hand for a question.
He ignored her for several moments, lost in grand eloquence, until Nita Kay interrupted with her twangy drawl, “Doctur Dah-owns!” (she easily transformed one syllable words into two)
He was quite perturbed at the distraction, which only made the exchange more memorable.
“What, Nita Kay?!” he roared.
“I just wanted to tell you that your barn door is wide open,” she stated without batting an eye. It was delivered perfectly.
The silence that followed was delicious. Each of our pea-brains processed the import of her statement in milliseconds. The eruption of laughter was simultaneous with the rush of blood to Dr. Downs’ cheeks. He stood there for what seemed several minutes without response. And without a word, he turned and strode from the class, presumably to close his barn door.
After several minutes had passed, I was sent as an emissary to discover if he’d left for good, only to meet him striding purposely back towards our classroom from the direction of the bathroom. With a grin, he barked, “Noble, get back in there!”
I grinned back, and dutifully returned to my desk.
Upon his return, he claimed his pen off the desk and picked up where he’d left off in his lecture.
Mitch Bettis and I started a business of graphic design during our junior years, and I have always been grateful for Dr. Downs’ support and encouragement during that time. He had to have been skeptical of how our entrepreneurial investment would impact our commitment to our studies and to the department’s publications (Mitch was yearbook editor). His demand for our best never let up, and his shadow of expected excellence hovered over our business as well. I worked diligently and tirelessly, in part, because I simply could not let him down.
In our infrequent encounters over the years, he has always been full of gracious encouragement and praise. Dr. Downs has a zest for life that is contagious. I love the man dearly. It was a great privilege for me to be present at his retirement dinner in May of 2007.
This blog is in part a tribute to the love for writing that he fanned into flame in my life. To a teacher that has inspired me to go further than I could ever have imagined, I echo the students of John Keating in the immortal scene in the 1989 delight Dead Poets’ Society:
“Oh Captain, my Captain!”
And Dr. Downs, to keep your ego in place, please remember to keep your barn door closed.
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Happy 125th, OBU!
I’m always one of the last to find out stuff like this. But not this time. I ended up muting @Ouachita’s Twitter feed yesterday because they were retweeting faster than Walt used to recycle shepherd’s pie. My alma mater is 125 years old this fall, and they asked us to post what our first impression of Ouachita was. They then proceeded to retweet every hashtag of #OBU125.
I wish I had more of a sentimental streak, but my first response on seeing things like “the beautiful campus” and “friendly people, butterflies and puppies” was just to unfollow their Twitter account. I then felt bad about that. I wondered if perhaps some sweet old dorm mom was monitoring their unfollows. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. So I refollowed them sheepishly but muted their feed in Echofon.
Then Amy’s post showed up in my RSS feeds today about this year’s OBU Blogabout. I thoroughly enjoyed last year’s posts by everyone (you can read mine here) and knew that I had to dash off an attempt on Tuesdays in September along with everyone else.
They want you to write about your “Favorite Ouachita Memory” today. Bleh. It’s like Amy said. You just can’t pick one. When I hear grads and current students from other universities talk about their college experience, I am somewhat smug. Truly. It’s just hard to top Tiger Tales.
Here goes…
So here’s a memory. It’s not my favorite. But it’s also not not my favorite.
I was driving back from Hot Springs – an enjoyable 35-40 minute jaunt from Arkadelphia. I noticed a lot more driving those days since we didn’t have cell phones. … Uh, not that I play with my cell phone while driving… But the stack of boxes in my 1981 Subaru GL were assuring me that there would be mayhem on campus that night. It was before the days of campus shooting tragedies. Life was innocent. And I had 10-12 boxes of Laser Tag guns that had gone on clearance at Kay-B Toys in the mall for $9.95 each.
The plan was simple. Collect my money from the guys who wanted a set. Divide up in teams. Wait until dark. Avoid campus security. Shoot the other team.
That’s exactly what our gang did. There was an addition to the business building going up at the time, and we were able to slip into the building and shoot out through the unpaned windows. We were amazed at how much range the Laser Tag guns had.
We ran all over campus, gyrating and ducking to prevent the light beams from hitting the glowing target on our chests and setting off the “hit” alarm on them. I actually don’t remember if we ever played again. It may have been a one-night, epic, OK Corral type of event.
I do remember all of us telling stories of heroic courage, sacrifice and amazing feats of testosterone-induced recklessness the next day in the cafeteria to our women folk friends. We orated. We exaggerated. We painted verbal Picasos of action and derring-do unmatched since the Trojan War. And the girls just ate their salads, nodded with feigned interest and continued their conversations about Whitney Houston and their latest hairbow purchase.
My first impression?
By the way, I didn’t tweet what “my first impression of Ouachita” was yesterday. I didn’t think they’d appreciate it. It was preview weekend. I stayed in my cousin’s dorm room. He was a Beta. So were his roommate and suitemates. They (not cuz) returned in the wee hours of the morning drunker than skunks.
I don’t think I told my parents – cause I really wanted to go to Ouachita (not for that reason).
I’m so glad I did.
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Yes, yeah, yea and yay
OK, pet peeve time. Brace yourselves.
I constantly see people writing the following on blogs, tweets, notes, or statuses: yeah, yea and yay. I’m offering this simple blog post as my contribution to a world gone mad in the affirmative exclamation arena in an attempt not to be negative but to set the record straight.
Here are the proper pronunciations and definitions of yeah, yea and yay:
- Yeah (yay-uh, but said quickly): This is when you’re in agreement with someone.
“Are you really going to do that?”
“Yeah.” - Yea (yay): Should rarely be used. It is for voting or Robert’s Rules of Orders.
“All in favor, indicate with yea. All opposed, indicate with nay.”
Or it can also be used in formal English to introduce a thought.
“Yea, I forsee that I will journey to America and forsooth, I shall sail.”
It is not, I repeat, not, to be used as a simple affirmative. That is the place for yeah as mentioned above. - Yay: Though it sounds like you’re voting, the intensity of this exclamation marks it as one that is used for joy and enthusiam.
“Yay! The Arkansas Razorbacks are strong contenders to win the SEC in football this year!”
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These Pretzels…
It’s one of my favorite episodes of Seinfeld. Every time I hear someone say something with the same cadence of “these pretzels are making me thirsty,” I get it stuck in my head for days.
Recently I gave in to the obsession. Watch the results.
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Arkansas vs Ohio State Northstar-style, Part 1
The 2011 Sugar Bowl between Arkansas and Ohio State divided the Northstar Church staff. Jeff was rooting for Arkansas. Cody was rooting for OSU. Strange things began to happen around the office…
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Tweetcloud
Here’s a nice graphic view of my recent tweets…
You can get one yourself here.
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A boring day working on finances
It was a beautiful Saturday in Blacksburg. The family was out and about, but I was stuck in front of the computer reconciling our financials. Fun.
So… I remembered “Gawker” – a time-lapse app that takes pics through your webcam at specified intervals. Here is the boredom that follows.
Working on Quicken from Jeff Noble on Vimeo.
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25 Random Things about me
Inspired by Jeremy, I dug up an old Facebook tag. For those of you used to expecting distinguished and profound posts from me, you’ll be so disappointed… For those of you who know me, this will assure you that I am still not distinguished and profound.
- I intercepted a note in 5th or 6th grade that the girls in our class were passing around. It had every boys’ name in our grade on a sheet of paper with comments out beside their name like “He’s soooo cute” or “Adorable.” Out beside mine was “Eeeeww. Yuch.”
- Probably as a result of that note scarring me, I didn’t have a steady girlfriend until I was a freshman at Ouachita.
- I got my first kiss in a closet… from my next door neighbor in Marlowe Manor in Little Rock.
- When she moved, my high school principal moved into the same house. It was quite a mental adjustment. He had two sons, and I could never bring myself to tell Rick Dowda (until now) that I got my first kiss in his or his brother’s closet.
- I almost got suspended from high school (along with several other journalism students) for publishing an issue of the school newspaper that contained derogatory editorials about administration decisions.
- I went to Arkansas Governor’s School and loved it. Thoroughly enjoyed getting to defend and dialog with others about my faith in Christ.
- While at Ouachita Baptist University, I never knew where my car was going to wind up. My “friends” had keys made, and it would wind up on the student center steps, in used car lots, etc.
- My favorite ice cream flavor is banana.
- I don’t like tomato-ey foods. Gives me heartburn if I eat them after 4:00 in the afternoon.
- I used to have acid reflux really bad – even had to elevate the head of our bed – until I did the low-carb diet for 6 months. Lost 10-15 pounds, and have only had it in rare occasions since then.
- I have “windows” in my sinuses. When I was young and into my teenage years, I would have to have my sinuses “washed out” by numbing them and having a large syringe full of warm salt water shot up my nose. Yum.
- I was valedictorian of my high school class.
- I have some of the greatest friends and accountability partners in the world.
- I have a really hard time stomaching ultra-sports freaks.
- At seminary, I got up early twice a week to drive over for classes (took me an hour to get there) and would arrive at 5:30 a.m. I joined Ben Phillips at a local bakery just south of seminary and got all my reading done there at the bakery before class.
- Donald Duck is my favorite cartoon character.
- I’ve been to China (twice), the Dominican Republic, Canada, Slovenia, Ukraine, Poland (twice), Maine, and Colorado on mission trips as a collegiate minister.
- I once had my shorts jerked down to my ankles in the cafeteria line at Ouachita. I was standing in the main room with my tray in hand and had to shuffle off to the side and put down my tray in order to hastily jerk them back up. I’m pretty sure it was Mitch Bettis or Andy Dean. One doesn’t look behind you in that instant. One just acts.
- I was part of a choreographed lip-syncing group with Mitch Bettis and Dennis Tucker at OBU. We were called “The Goobers.” We actually got requests to perform. Later, when Dennis decided his reputation was too precious to be soiled any longer with the epithet of “Goober” (though he was and I’m sure still is one in heart), Lon Vining took his spot for a last cameo of the group in the school cafeteria for a late-night talent show.
- I drive a moped affectionately known as “The Batmoped.” That has nothing to do with being a Goober.
- I have owned just about every video game system since the Atari 2600. Heck, before that, my dad brought home a large box one evening with two knobs on either end that connected to the TV. It was the first home entertainment “Pong” system. I rocked at that.
- I have had a motorcycle wreck. Andy Dean was involved in that as well. Too little space here to detail.
- I have journaled since I was in junior high.
- I have had a large, painful butt boil before that I blogged about – to my wife’s horror.
- I love life because of Jesus Christ.
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Famous people
I saw this entry over at Michael Kelly’s blog and wanted to ask you what your experiences with famous people are as well.
- Who’s the most famous person you’ve almost met?
Or…
- Who’s the most famous person you’ve met that you didn’t know was famous?
I have a famous person fetish. I don’t know why. Carolyn thinks I’m insane, but in my heart of hearts, I fear that there’s a paparazzi just dying to break out. My iPhone camera hasn’t helped things. I take shots of people who look like famous people secretly. Just last week, in Lefty’s in Blacksburg, there was a dead ringer for Mac Powell of Third Day.
I wrote a letter to Mel Gibson a few years ago asking him for an opportunity for a visit. I just wanted to pick his brain and find out what makes him tick. I just felt like I would really connect with him for some reason – in spite of the fact I’ve never produced a movie about Jesus, gotten a DWI or shown my butt in a film. It’s weird, I know. Maybe through the Twitterverse – which seems to connect random folks with each other – I’ll get that opportunity.
Just last year, I had Ryan Seacrest mention me in a tweet. Oh yes. And last week, Kurt Warner (who I hope wins the Superbowl this year if Brett Favre doesn’t) responded to one of my friends.
In a weird “six degrees of separation” experiment, Carolyn sat next to a man on the plane yesterday who noticed she was reading Mike Huckabee’s book A Simple Christmas. He told Carolyn he knew him, was friends with him, and promptly texted him that he was sitting next to a lady on a plane who was reading his book. His name for my former governor in his cell phone? President. Last night, a friend who had seen her tweet about the experience tweeted us that he and his wife had seen Janet Huckabee at the trade show they were attending in Dallas.
Other than that, Carolyn and I both went to school with the gals from Point of Grace. I bumped into Bill Clinton (literally) on the streets in NYC when I was in college with a group from the journalism department. And Sam and I failed to get Dominic Rhodes and Tony Dungy’s autograph when we saw them at Disney World two years ago. But our DR football card has pen impressions from where our pen failed to write on the card.
I did get my picture taken with Donald Duck.
Soooo…. leave a comment her with your experiences. And if you know Mel Gibson…
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Random ruminations
ruminate |ˈroÅməˌnÄt|
verb [ intrans. ]
1 think deeply about something : we sat ruminating on the nature of existence.
2 (of a ruminant) chew the cud.
“Random Ruminations” may not necessarily be accurate because few of what you’ll see in this series will require deep thinking. However, it should make for some fun reading. I’ll be using it to post things I’ve seen and heard over a collection of days that caught my attention.
From Facebook:
Who you follow on Twitter has become “the bookshelf” of this time. Remember when you used to go to someone’s house and look at all the books they had on their bookcase so you would know what they were interested in? (Today it’s) Twitter followers. that’s where you see it now… (via Karen Erren)
From The Weather Channel App on my iPhone:
12/16/2009 -WINTER STORM WARNING IN EFFECT FROM NOON FRIDAY TO 7 PM EST SATURDAY… THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN BLACKSBURG HAS ISSUED A WINTER STORM WARNING FOR HEAVY SNOW…WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM NOON FRIDAY TO 7 PM EST SATURDAY. THE WINTER STORM WATCH IS NO LONGER IN EFFECT. * SNOW IS EXPECTED TO BEGIN FRIDAY AFTERNOON AND MAY BE HEAVY AT TIMES FRIDAY NIGHT AND INTO SATURDAY. * TRAVEL WILL BECOME DIFFICULT IN THE WARNED AREA. VISIBILITIES WILL BE REDUCED. * STORM TOTAL SNOW AMOUNTS AROUND A FOOT ARE EXPECTED. PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS… A WINTER STORM WARNING FOR HEAVY SNOW MEANS SEVERE WINTER WEATHER CONDITIONS ARE EXPECTED OR OCCURRING. SIGNIFICANT AMOUNTS OF SNOW ARE FORECAST THAT WILL MAKE TRAVEL DANGEROUS. ONLY TRAVEL IN AN EMERGENCY. IF YOU MUST TRAVEL…KEEP AN EXTRA FLASHLIGHT… FOOD…AND WATER IN YOUR VEHICLE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.
(I also posted the above as my Facebook status and got this comment from Shane Glass:
I never understood why weather announcements are in all caps. I mean, they could be urgent, requiring you to assimilate the information as quickly as possible, yet they type in all caps, which, of course, is harder to read. OMG WATCH OUT FOR THAT TORNADO YOU WOULDVE KNOWN ABOUT IF YOU DIDNT HAVE TO READ ALL CAPS. ***
And from Twitter:
Oooow. My son just made me stab my brain through my nose. I was doing a pinky pick when he jammed my elbow. (Yes, this was my update, and it received a bunch of responses both on Twitter and Facebook where I posted it. My wife and mom were horrified.)
Word with Friends
This iPhone app is my new addiction. Basically, you can play Scrabble with folks from all over. It only allows for two-person games right now, and I’d love to see the ability to play with more, but it’s awesome.
From Flickr
Adelyn was in The Nutcracker which performed at Burruss Hall at VT last week. This is a shot of her makeup prep. It was her third straight year to be in the production (her first here in VA). Go here for more Flickr shots.
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Great Verizon commercial
Yes, I resemble that remark. I love how the dad chuckles after the son tells him to stop twittering so much.
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