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Name: Dave
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 10/19/1976
Gender: Male
Interests: Volleyball, snowboarding, motorcycling, SCUBA diving, learning to surf and boulder, hiking/camping, traveling/backpacking, conversing, playing with my dog, worship
Expertise: Bartender / Barista / Academic... Riiight
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/18/2003
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| So here I am, being a geek and watching the History Channel and being completely drawn in by the marvels of Roman engineering... when there on the screen, talking about the engineering significance of aqueducts, is Robocop himself, Peter Weller! What the heck is Robocop doing on the History Channel? The last time I saw him, he was playing a bad guy on 24 (and he played him SO well. That dude's creepy).
What's really funny is his title on the show is simply, "Peter Weller, Syracuse University." No mention that this is actually Professor Robocop and that he has a sub-machine gun built into his leg and that is directives are to 1) Serve the public trust, 2) Protect the innocent, and 3) Uphold the law. I guess we're expected to take him seriously as a scholar now (he has a Master's in Roman and Renaissance Art).
I guess everyone is entitled to a fresh start. Who would have thought that the sketchy sound guy is now expected to give counsel on marriage issues?
My wife thinks that's tragic. Haha!
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| What a weird, disorienting feeling it is to come back from our Field Training Exercise for two weeks. I can honestly say that I had never been more tired, more dirty, and more blessed and rewarded in terms of ministry! Hmm. Perhaps all three are directly related. There is an experiment brewing...
But how weird is it to see how much goes on in two weeks! The Celtics destroyed the Lakers to win the NBA Championships only a year after not even making the playoffs (could the same be in store for the Knicks? Pshyeah, right), Obama and Hilary have not only made up, but teamed up, and Willie Randolph was fired as manager of the Mets!
The only things that haven't changed are the facts that the Mets are playing uninspired and underachieving baseball, my wife is still all adorably all over the place, and Bailey is still always happy to see me when I come home.
Two out of three isn't bad.
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| I just renamed "Susan Bang" in my cell phone to "Wife".
Weird.
Haha!
On a separate note, I'm really getting annoyed with xanga's photo functionality. I seem to be having a much easier time uploading to facebook than to xanga. So for anyone who wants to see photos from Greece (in addition to Susan's), check out my facebook page.
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| I'm back from my honeymoon in Greece...
and I'm exhausted.
Haha! Dirty minds...
Susan's already posted a lot of photos from our wedding and honeymoon on her facebook site for whoever's interested. It'll be a while before I post my photos up.
A lot to say, not enough energy to blog about it just yet. But the short answer to the question most often asked is: It was great, and yes, I do feel different.
And the question isn't dirty, you sickos...
Haha!
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| My wedding is just over 10 days away. Man. This feels so surreal. Like it's happening to someone else. I feel like saying, "Congrats, dude!" But it's me. Weird.
You want to know another weird, random thought? I'm probably in the best shape of my life. I weigh 145 lbs, my run time has never been better, and my upper body and core have never been stronger, although it's been a while since I've seen how much I can bench. I'm eating healthier, and I simply feel stronger. But a few weekends ago, I tweaked my upper back because I reached behind my car seat for something while at a stop light. After I ran a personal best in my mock physical fitness assessment, my feet hurt so bad 2 days later because of bone spurs that have developed in my heels that it was hard to walk. I had an ingrown hair under my nose, and after I removed it, there is a scar there now that won't go away. I had a scratch on the back of my hand that hardly drew any blood, but there's still a scar there. My knees crack every time I crouch.
Bottom line: no matter how hard I work to push myself and rob Father Time, the degradation of my physical body is inevitable. All the more reason why my hope is in Him.
Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus. Make everything new once again.
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