Author: jdwhiting

Hey, pumpkin is high in fiber and vitamins, so don’t hate.

Right now I’m downloading a Ubuntu disc image so I can try and do a live CD install on my Mac, or more likely my parents’ old machine (I’m wondering if Ubuntu may work better than Windows ME). I have no experience in linux of any kind, and I’m doing this just to see what it does, because I’m curious.

Clearly I have too much time on my hands.

Of course, I may be discovering a way to help my parents get more life out of their old computer, if they are open to a little bit of learning and experimentation.

Happy day-after-Thanksgiving!

I went to the temple this morning. I had the day off from work and I just felt the need. I was praying about various things in my life, and I kept praying and praying and finally the answer came to me. It was very simple. As I was reading the scriptures (2nd Peter Chapter 1) the word just jumped right out at me: PATIENCE. Big surprise. Now, I always kind of thought that I had patience locked down pretty good. I have a very long fuse, I tend to not make a fuss, I bide my time. But as I thought more upon patience, I’ve realized that I have never had any patience whatsoever. I have counterfeited patience with laziness, timidity, hopelessness and above all, lowered expectations. I don’t work and wait, I just decide something is not going to happen and I don’t have to bother about it. Just because there are things you supposedly want and you don’t have them yet doesn’t mean you know anything about patience. So, no forcing the issue on anything, but no giving up or writing it off, either. “Knowing that tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given to us.” (Romans 5:3-5).

This isn’t usually blog-worthy material (unlike such enlightening topics as soulja boy tell ’em), but I figured I needed to give a status update after what happened last week. So, like a dog to his vomit, I tried that FHE again this week. I really only went to lend a friend some moral support, but he didn’t even show up. Nevertheless, I managed to stay the whole time and converse and eat and dare I say even sort of enjoy myself. It is only through the grace of God. Thank you, Jesus. No, seriously. It’s like an appropriate spot was appointed for me and I was just ushered right into it. That’s the only way these things ever turn out good for me. Some people turn to God in illness, grief, danger, impoverishment. I have to most turn to God to get me through social functions. And God is merciful.

Today at church the thought was put forth by my Sunday School teacher that your religion is whatever you think about when you don’t have to think about anything else. If this is true (and I really hope it is), then for the past week or so my religion has had me in complete devotion and subjection to that landmark, epic recording, Soulja Boy Tell Em’s “Crank That (Soulja Boy).” This song has become my litany and liturgy, my personal scripture, the hymn of my days and nights. I guess I need to repent. Now watch me do:

As a matter of Froz-T-Freez trivia to those of you following along at home, this marks the first time I have embedded video on my blog. Soulja boy tell ’em.

A couple of weeks ago, I started writing a post about all the things that I never follow through with, all my daydreaming and inaction and candles under bushels and stuff like that. I never got it done and posted, though.