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  • David Mulhern 9:49 am on July 14th Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Confusing game: About a dog who catches easter eggs shooting out of a misquito. I found it in a folder filled with 500 games on the network. To play it, click here.

     
    • Tanner 3:01 pm on July 14th Permalink | Log in to Reply

      This game is great if you work at desert schools. It passes the time by. So far my greatest score is 48 but some of the other employees and I are having a contest. Thanks David.

    • Tanner 3:18 pm on July 14th Permalink | Log in to Reply

      I just scored 129

    • David Mulhern 8:28 pm on July 14th Permalink | Log in to Reply

      It doesn’t ever speed up really I don’t think. You’d think they’d make it speed up.

    • Tanner 10:44 am on July 15th Permalink | Log in to Reply

      Yeah I ended up getting 151. I figured out the trick. It doesn’t speed up. The egg is always right below the mosquito.

  • David Mulhern 9:24 pm on July 13th Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    I’m sitting outside on the corner in the dark.. and maybe it’s the dark.. or the orange lights.. or the trees.. or the light breeze.. but in this sillence, I feel like I’m somewhere else… or someone else.. or I’ve become someone else and all the noise and distractions allow me to ignore this fact. Well, (this post may not make sense to anyone but me) I refuse to become someone else. That orange light for some reason reminded me of me.. Sitting outside in the woods somewhere at night, staring at an orange light on the porch of some cabin a long time ago. I feel calmer now that I’m older.. Less posessed by want. But different in that I’m more distracted. I can’t just sit here… I have to capture my thoughts. I have to capture everything. For who? If it’s all true it will all be destroyed… Even the memories (especially the memories)

    It seems wierd to me that every single person alive today (billions) will not be alive in 110 years. Captured memories are almost becoming white noise because everyone can and is doing it. And in 110 years the shoebox will be so full with memories captured by forgotten people, it will be impossible to do anything but compress it and throw it all into some giant archive which will eventually be crushed and thrown away.

    I like the wind… and I like summer nights… and I like to think and talk. I am glad I am alive.

     
  • David Mulhern 10:20 pm on July 4th Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Today Peter took the only sunbeam.


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  • David Mulhern 10:00 pm on July 3rd Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    This morning I went to a Greek Orthodox church. Jamie and I were planning on going with some friends but we never connected with them … so (since Jamie was asleep) I went alone. It was nice because I knew I could leave at any point it if was really strange or really boring.

    The service took place in a small building. It was much smaller then the huge gymnasium/auditorium style evangelical churches that I’m used to. The room smelled sweet.

    Everyone was singing the same words.. There were kids all over the place. It was interesting. Families.. sitting together in a small space.

    I sensed that there was something beautiful happening in that room. I didn’t completely understand it.. But something was there. I think if I was a more peaceful person, I would have thought a bit less and experienced it a bit more.

    Suddenly, all the singing/chanting stopped and the priest started talking. I was sitting in the back thinking I was safe… but he didn’t stand up at the pulpit like I expected. While he talked, he walked up and down the aisle… I felt like he was purposefully placing himself on the same level as us… taking himself off of the pedestal pastors are so often (literally) on.

    The intimate setting was a nice to see in a church… I’ve always seen “big-church” as impersonal, but they do a good job of bringing everyone into the moment. The pastor walking through the isles, looking at each person while he taught was a big part of that. And the fact that there is no service if the people don’t sing together …

    After he spoke, together they sang more, took communion, then each person left.. row by row.

    I was the last one to leave. When I walked in to the parking I was surprised to see it was still full. Nobody had left! They all went into a big building (the place where I thought the worship service would take place). I didn’t follow them… this week anyway.

    Two words to summarize the service: Worship and Reverence.

     
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