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Name: Mitchell
Country: China
Metro: Beijing
Birthday: 7/25/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: big fan of college football, reading stuff that will put people to sleep or put them in a funk, playing the acoustic guitar in my Beijing apartment for the only One I care who listens
Expertise: eating quickly and in large quantities, climbing trees while barefoot, collecting books but not reading many of them, making Chinese students laugh in class, finding reasons to hit the snooze button in the morning, avoiding trends like xanga sites
Occupation: Education/training
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Yahoo:  mitchellbeijing
Member Since:
12/8/2005
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| i'm left in a quagmire. i hear this phrase every year, perhaps all year. it reminds me that there is no peace, that peace is worthwhile, that there is something i need to do in order to attain this peace, for the world, for my family and friends, for all of us. i get so tired of hearing about all the fighting. i get so tired of reading about it in the news. i get so tired of finding myself in the middle of this mess. and the worst part is . . . i'm to blame. the dividing wall of hostility lies in the geography of my own heart. i'm sorry. come Lord Jesus, quickly. | | |
| today marks the day that Emily and I went on our first date. This time last year I was one hour into a three hour conversation over a cup of coffee with the woman who will become my wife on July 7th. in some respects it seems as though it has all been much longer than one year. a lot can happen in one year. i suppose i'm most thankful for the familiarity that can come with spending so much time with the same person over one year. I'm still not sure what we will do tonight to celebrate. she said that she had an idea. i must say that as a guy coming from a traditional background in a Western country i feel a little sheepish letting her plan the evening. as though it is my responsibility in all things to be the one in charge of such events. then again, maybe i just need to get over that . . . real fast . . . like in two hours. i'm going to go buy some flowers now. | | |
| i was just wondering . . . how long do you have to be "inactive" before xanga will terminate your weblog? apparently, 259 is not the correct answer. funny. . . . . more to come later. . . . . really. | | |
| "Men seem to feel some burden on their souls, some heavy weariness; could they but know its origin, its cause, they'd never live the way we see most of them do, each one ignorant of what he wants, except a change, some other place to lay his burden down. One leaves his house to take a stroll outdoors because teh household's such a deadly bore, and then comes back, in six or seven minutes - the street every bit as bad. Now what? He has his horses hitched up for him, drives, like a man going to a fire, full-speed, off to his country-place, and when he gets there is scarcely on the driveway, when he yawns, falls heavily asleep, oblivious to everything, or promptly turns around, whips back to town again. So each man flees himself, or tries to, but of course that pest clings to him all the more ungraciously. He hates himself because he does not know the reason for his sickness; if he did, he would leave all of this foolishness behind, devote his study to the way things are, the problem being his lot, not for an hour, but for all time, the state in which all men must dwell forever and ever after death."
~ Lucretius | | |
| sometimes i think my xanga site will update itself. and then i actually go to it after a month and i'm still somewhere in Cambodia. apparently you have to update these things yourself.
I've been teaching for four weeks. this semester seems to be flying by at a much faster rate than the spring sememster did last year. i suppose that i should be thankful for that considering i felt deadly bored at points during last year's spring semester, but i don't. right now i'd rather have this semester at a slower pace. life rushes by too quickly. i'm not a big fan of that phenomenon.
i had an interesting experience a couple of weeks ago . . . before the guys and i study from the Acts on Friday night we get a bite to eat. this week in particular i had a HUGE craving for Hot Pot. everything is going to plan until one of the guys orders a fish to be thrown into the pot as well. now, i really like fish and i really like hot pot, but the problem is i really don't trust them when they go together. herein lies the beginning of my demise. i eat to my hearts content during the meal, enjoying all of the delicacies placed before me. that night during the study i'm feeling a little off. not really sick, not really well, just off. i go to bed as soon as the guys leave (around 10 pm) only to be awakened by the continual need to go to the restroom (was that clear enough to make sense?). this was simply a precursor to the juggernaut of pain that awaited me. somewhere around midnight all of the previously consumed food stops going down out of my body and the remainder comes forth as if i were 'Ole Faithful herself. this was my first experience with such illness in China and let me just say, she was a doozy. it may go down in the annals of history as the worst night of my single adult life. all of that to say that i'm still alive (and updating my xanga site). my body seems to have made a full recovery, although many friends have made mention of me looking thinner. i'll see if i can remedy that in the next few months.
i'm sure there's more i could say, but then what would i post next month!?!?
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