What do you say when you distinctly have nothing to say?

Well, it looks like I had something to say, after all.

grit

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.

The sandpaper of Jesus Christ, it is a course one
and I sure am a rough surface

mac virus: ibotnet trojan

I've heard that there is a Mac virus, a trojan horse, showing up in illegal software downloaded off BitTorrent.

Basically, if you don't download illegal copies of software from BitTorrent or other pirate sources, you have nothing to worry about and you can stop reading this post. I think eventually someone will write a nasty virus that will spread via web browser, like we have seen time and again with Windows and Internet Explorer, but today is not that day.

The way the iBotnet Trojan virus installs itself is only through installation of the software, at which point the user enters their password and it unlocks the computer for the hacked copy of the software (and consequently, the virus) to be installed.

Removal information on theAppleBlog.

Mac viruses are practically discussed (by a photographer, no less) today on Ken Rockwell's site.

hinge

I am coming to a much deeper realization that the success or utter failure of any aspect of my life rests completely on my ability to give everything of myself to God and to His will, a very active and ongoing pursuit.

homelessness: why?

Does the problem of homelessness bother anyone else? There is so much I don't understand.

Why is a homeless person homeless? Do they want to be? What do they want to see in their lifetime? What do they see, hear, and understand that we don't?

Is homelessness simply a societal problem? Is it so simply that we haven't figured out what to do to fix it? (Preliminarily, no... but perhaps this will provoke some conversation.)

What resources do exist in Portland, in the United States, that the homeless can take advantage of? Are they being taken advantage of? And how is that different from the rest of the world?

What does a homeless person expect on a day-to-day basis? What is their take, and their reaction to their circumstances and surroundings?

Here's a loaded set of questions: What happens when they ask for money? Or for anything, for that matter? As a Christian what is my response? Do I concern myself with the powerful, repercussive effects of that gift, or do I hand it over without a second thought?

Send in yer verses... All the ones I have read talk plenty about the poor (whom I've also heard referred to as "the less fortunate"), so that leads me to my next question: Are all homeless people simply less fortunate, or is that path they have chosen? And what of it? Does that matter?

Only one thing is really for certain in my mind, and it's that I'll live unsettled until I figure out what God is looking for me to figure out here.

amy seeley's "walk to the park" on oprah

I'm very excited that Amy Seeley's song "Walk to the Park", from her latest album "Eight Belles", will be played during a video segment on The Oprah Winfrey show today (April 13, 2009), episode "Unconventional, Unforgettable Dads". The song was chosen as the background music to a video clip featuring Matt Logelin and his daughter Maddy/Madeline.

You can hear more of Amy's music and purchase her albums at AmySeeley.com and on iTunes.



Walk to the Park lyrics:

walk to the park and take a minute
maybe some fresh air will help clear our heads
i have seen way too much this month
these grievances they take from us ... they take

i've been realistic about love
i've been optimistic about the weather
but i’ve been complacent about us
so maybe it’s time

we walked to the park and take a minute
to re-write the map for the thousandth time

we make our revisions 'cause it’s not enough
to wonder if ... if ... if

i've been realistic about love
i've been optimistic about this weather
but i’ve been complacent about us
so maybe it’s time

we walk to the park and take a minute
and decide today to change our minds

© 2008 Amy Seeley

After the infamous early 20s, the years of searching, digging, wanting... am I finally home at home?

trying to get my thoughts in order

It's a weird night, right in the middle of this week, which is definitely not over, God help me.

I turned down a beer at OSF because I can't afford to be sleepy. I ate alone at the bar and watched golf and I stuffed my freaking face! It didn't cost that much. Monetarily, but dignity-wise, well, that's another story. Next week I'll be at the senior's center.

Wait, they're building one of those right outside my window. And taking my cell phone reception with it!

Ironically I'm drinking filtered water from a beer stein. What heck happened to me, all this beer stuff? Prohibition. Reform. Palette cleanse necessitated. Water is a good start.

I have four CDs on my desk right now and they are all amazing. In no particular order:

• Gavin Castleton's Home
• Hiromi's Sonicbloom: Time Control
• ELDAR: re-imagination
• Vladimir Horowitz: The Last Recording

Why do I take my work so seriously, but at the same time I don't take it seriously at all?

How does a day pass so quickly?

I have only have one very small lamp on in this room. I don't feel like having much more light on.

OK, back to work.