The strings on my TaylorBig Baby have been discoloured and looking a little frayed around the sound-hole area, and so I decided that it was time to restring the entire thing, as well as giving the guitar a good wipe. Here are some photos on how it went - nothing earth-shattering, just a normal restringing that I feel like documenting.
Three pictures on the "naked" guitar:
The tools for re-stringing: pliers for the stubborn string-nuts (I don't know what's the technical term for these things that hold the bottom of the strings in place), and the new strings (old strings were looped together in this photo, new strings were in their little envelopes):
Here's a shot of all the strings (before tightening/tuning):
And the final tuned product: I'm quite pleased that it turned out quite neat; I cut off the ends of the sharp points with pliers after I took this photo:
This is a strange thing to say, but I felt extremely loved while driving up on my first Malaysian road trip to Batu Pahat. Andy, Matt, Uncle Andrew and Ming were all driving up, and they all made sure that everything was okay as we drove up in a five-car convoy. Andy leading the way, and Matt bringing up the rear (happily walkie-talkie-ing their way up, I'll bet!) It was really, really, really comforting to know that I wasn't driving the strange roads alone, and having to navigate the roads by myself (or with another passenger.) The same went for the ride back, with Isaac/Yuxun in the lead, and Ming/Julius getting my back.
I wish everyone could have this sort of ortho-koinonia! :D This is what makes us family.
Today in the office, we were looking for the most cringeworthy Star Wars lines, and having a wild laugh. (For the record, it was from the Clone Wars - Anakin Skywalker's "I'm haunted by the kiss you should never have given me.")
Then one of the interns pointed out that the universally-hated Jar Jar Binks looked like... Ronaldino.
A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass, he asked the monsignor how he had done.
The monsignor replied, “When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip.”
So the next Sunday, he took the monsignor’s advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm.
Upon returning to his office, he found the following note on his door:
Sip the vodka, don’t gulp.
There are 10 Commandments, not 12.
There are 12 Disciples, not 10.
Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.
Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.
We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J. C.
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior, and Spook.
David slew Goliath, he did not kick the shit out him.
When David was hit by a rock and knocked off his donkey, don’t say he was stoned off his ass.
We do not refer to the cross as the ‘Big T’.
When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper, he said, “Take this and eat it, for it is my body.” He did not say, “Eat me.”
The Virgin Mary is not referred to as ‘Mary with the Cherry’.
Recommended grace before a meal is not ‘Rub-A-Dub-Dub, thanks for the grub, yeah God’.
Next Sunday there will be a taffy-pulling contest at St. Peter’s, not a peter-pulling contest at St. Taffy’s.
On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else’s presence, so I say no thanks
to the woman who throws her girdle at my feet, as I drop a postcard in the mailbox and watch it
throb like a blue heart in the dark. Your eyes are so green – one of your parents must be
part traffic light. We’re both self-centered, but the world revolves around us at the same speed.
Last night I tossed and turned inside a thundercloud. This morning my sheets were covered in pollen.
I remember the long division of Saturday’s pomegranate, a thousand nebulae in your hair,
as soldiers marched by, dragging big army bags filled with water balloons, and we passed a lit match,
back and forth, between our lips, under an oak tree I had absolutely nothing to do with.
Second part of the poem did not move me as much (interesting descriptions though, very hippie), but the first part resonated. Absence can weigh more than presence.
In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
It's unusual because it's from a guy's POV; the fact that he loved her so much that he saved his words, and couple that with the true fact that women talk twice as much as men - it was an unusual reversal of roles. The ending is lovingly comfortable as well - sitting in companionable silence is a highly underrated trait.
In seeking how to best obey God's will in life, I've been asking myself very tough questions recently, not the least of all was my career path. I've been very blessed to have excellent people to lean on and talk things out, and Andy recently sent me and Di a series by Heather Goodman that addresses this particular issue.
God does not have a specific workplace, church, or geographic location in mind for us... He gives us freedom to choose these things as long as we seek to obey him and serve his kingdom through these choices. And he will use us no matter where we are or what we decide.
To some, this idea lifts the weight from their shoulders - no longer do they need to search for God's specific, personal will, afraid that every decision may be outside this will and may lead to a life that doesn't glorify or serve him in the way he expects. For others, this idea adds stress because it brings the onus of the decision on the individual rather than being able to know that this action and its consequences are God's will.
I think I'm more stressed out than consoled. Newton's 3rd Law of Motion states that every force has an equal and opposite reaction, which makes sense because every action will (or should!) have a consequence... and what happens if you think you're obeying God, but you're really not? What if you're really being led astray by something or other?
Many people have noted that the tweets and facebook updates take the fun out of meeting friends; given that you know the little snippets of what happens in everyone else's lives, it DOES get kind of hard to chat about the small stuff. On the one hand, this could be a good thing. When meeting up, you could dive straight into discussion; no more waffling about with the "how are yous" and "I'm fine thank yous". But on the other hand, as this article points out, we could be glossing over rather important information that the tweets/updates don't go into.
Some people are what he calls "high self monitors," meaning they are very attuned to the impression they are creating and more likely to manage their public image. "Low self monitors" are less attentive to the impressions they are making and presumably more candid in their updates.
I'm definitely in the former category, so this whole idea of small-talk on the web is counter-intuitive for me; I'd rather chat (online, or F2F) than read your tweets.
I somehow missed a day as I posted. This is Day 5's post.
* What's my metaphor for life? Sojourn, waiting. Although sometimes I can't tell what's the metaphor and what's really my thoughts anymore - have I been completely brainwashed by the bible, and is that a terrible thing to have had done to myself, given everything I know and believe about God? Perhaps 'brainwash' has negative connotations - the bible says to renew our minds constantly, but the world calls it brainwashing. Perhaps it's good that the world thinks that we're brainwashed - we're called to be set apart anyway. I think I resent the ten-year series answer, but any other answer makes no sense to me at all - where can I find MYSELF in the midst of the answers? Or is 'dying to self' really mean the negation of all personality? (This is untrue, of course - but what is the alternative/correct answer?)
A post I wrote in September last year, and only realised was left in "drafts" - More and more, I find that the World is really strange place to be if one is a Christian. Things are so alien, and are so incredibly incongruous to what we believe that I think 1 Peter 2:11-12 is really coming to life for me:
Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world, to abstain from sinful desires, which war against your soul. Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.
* The logic behind this section is indisputable. If we are created for God, then we are to live for God. The next logical question is - how? In order to explore the HOW, we need to understand what God wants from us; of us. He wants us to live for His glory.
Listed are these points - we bring God glory 1. ...by worshiping Him. 2. ...by loving other believers 3. ...by becoming like Christ 4. ...by serving others with our gifts 5. ...by telling others about Him
* If we are commanded to observe God's glory, all sin stems from a small view of God.
* His pleasure is to see us fulfill His function for us.
Stuff I'd Like
Lake Tahoe
Borobudor Pyramids, Egypt
Laos
Boro Boro Cambodia (Ankor Wat)
Taj Mahal
Bali Great Ocean Road
Maldives to DIVE!
Great Barrier Reef to DIVE!
Christmas Island
See a penguin in the wild
Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil