This will be my Twitter-like blog. It will be shorter.
Breakfast at seven. Work at nine. Mowed a lawn at ten.
Found lots of cockroaches under wood piles. Those things can survive atomic bombs?
Worked more at different location. Took bathroom break.
Met a family who lost their 22 year old from a shooting. Bill prayed for them...with his bluetooth earpiece in.
Cleaned up trash. Walmart run. Played games with little kids again. Grass stains. Wanting to play disc soon.
Shower. Dinner. Yum. Petted Muscles, neighbors dog. Made up new game we call Hoodball.
Played Hoodball. Drove over 24 mile bridge. Got Sonic. Cherry Limeade. Yum.
Tired. Going to bed. Twitter journal.
March 17, 2010
New Orleans : Day 2
Monday, today we got up and ate breakfast around seven.
We ate and then listened to some pastors talk about stuff. I would have been paying attention but I was so tired from everything we did from the day before.
The part that I did pay attention to was boring and I didn't like it. I guess when you listen to a lot of good speakers and read a lot of good writers everyone else seems second rate.
They used war terminology at times which I don't like because I don't think God, war, or violence should be used together all that much. I also felt weird because I didn't close my eyes when we prayed which I blame Boyd for but it was weird when I did close my eyes because I would doze off to sleep.
In the early afternoon they shipped us off two blocks down the road to the "hood." What we did after that was all the same. We separated into teams and cleaned up abandoned lots. I picked up lots of glass, trash, and weeds. Our team leader was a guy I call bluetooth earpiece guy.
I later found out that his name is Bill, he is from Nebraska, and he doesn't like my Texas Longhorns hat. Bill wears his bluetooth earpiece all the time and it bugs me. He gave a sermon with it in, he prayed with it in, he talks to you with it in. I want to tell him to take it out because I can't take him seriously when he wears it but I refrain from that and just pick up my trash.
After we returned from the "hood" we took a quick break then hopped back on the vans to some local neighborhood where we played games with little kids.
After that, we went back to the church where I climbed a tree to get a kickball to play four square with some of the team members.
Then, I took a shower and laid on my air mattress getting some rest before the even more planned activities. I went back where we heard more sermons, sang more songs, and prayed more prayers. If I were to use a spiritual cup analogy I would say they sucked it all out of me because I was tired, physically and mentally, from all the church we were doing.
We were scheduled to mop and sweep the church when the service was over so we did that then watched a bunch of guys play basketball. I went to bed tired and got ready for the next day.
We ate and then listened to some pastors talk about stuff. I would have been paying attention but I was so tired from everything we did from the day before.
The part that I did pay attention to was boring and I didn't like it. I guess when you listen to a lot of good speakers and read a lot of good writers everyone else seems second rate.
They used war terminology at times which I don't like because I don't think God, war, or violence should be used together all that much. I also felt weird because I didn't close my eyes when we prayed which I blame Boyd for but it was weird when I did close my eyes because I would doze off to sleep.
In the early afternoon they shipped us off two blocks down the road to the "hood." What we did after that was all the same. We separated into teams and cleaned up abandoned lots. I picked up lots of glass, trash, and weeds. Our team leader was a guy I call bluetooth earpiece guy.
I later found out that his name is Bill, he is from Nebraska, and he doesn't like my Texas Longhorns hat. Bill wears his bluetooth earpiece all the time and it bugs me. He gave a sermon with it in, he prayed with it in, he talks to you with it in. I want to tell him to take it out because I can't take him seriously when he wears it but I refrain from that and just pick up my trash.
After we returned from the "hood" we took a quick break then hopped back on the vans to some local neighborhood where we played games with little kids.
After that, we went back to the church where I climbed a tree to get a kickball to play four square with some of the team members.
Then, I took a shower and laid on my air mattress getting some rest before the even more planned activities. I went back where we heard more sermons, sang more songs, and prayed more prayers. If I were to use a spiritual cup analogy I would say they sucked it all out of me because I was tired, physically and mentally, from all the church we were doing.
We were scheduled to mop and sweep the church when the service was over so we did that then watched a bunch of guys play basketball. I went to bed tired and got ready for the next day.
March 14, 2010
New Orleans : Day 1
I am currently laying on an air mattress in New Orleans at this place called "The Yellow House." I'm here in a room with all the guys from the Bethel team while a group of guys from San Antonio, Iowa, Kansas, and Harvard (the school) are in a room to my right and left.
If you want to stereotype a Harvard guy right now I will tell you they snore, and snore loudly.
We entered the southern states yesterday and got to our hotel around 5pm. We immediately went to our rooms where we were welcomed with big beds and a very fancy looking shower. You know it was a cool shower because the first thing we talked about when we got back together for a meeting was the showers.
We then decided to jump in the outdoor pool which the hotel said would be cold but us being the Minnesotans we are we thought that they meant southern cold and not northern cold. So we all jumped in and then got out right away because it was cold, very cold.
For dinner we went to a pizza buffet place.
After that some of us went to Wal-mart. It was an experience, for me at least.
I should have noticed from the parking lot that this was not going to be a nice Wal-mart. Shopping karts were scattered everywhere. On the inside only about five checkout lanes were open so the lines were long and no self checkout lanes were open. The people working there seemed very impersonal, almost like they didn't want to interact at all which was different than what I was used too. I forgot that Minnesota nice is non-existent in Louisiana.
That night we played the game Mafia and we were to loud because the room next to us called the front desk and they had to tell us to get quieter.
And that was yesterday, and today I was a tourist, camera and all. Walked around downtown New Orleans, saw a bunch of "Who Dat?" t-shirts, and walked by a lot fortune tellers. Does anyone know what "Who Dat" actually means? I also saw multiple stores basically selling sex and a male wearing fishnet leggings and a skirt that was way to short.
It's been quite the culture shock so far to say the least. More to come later.
If you want to stereotype a Harvard guy right now I will tell you they snore, and snore loudly.
We entered the southern states yesterday and got to our hotel around 5pm. We immediately went to our rooms where we were welcomed with big beds and a very fancy looking shower. You know it was a cool shower because the first thing we talked about when we got back together for a meeting was the showers.
We then decided to jump in the outdoor pool which the hotel said would be cold but us being the Minnesotans we are we thought that they meant southern cold and not northern cold. So we all jumped in and then got out right away because it was cold, very cold.
For dinner we went to a pizza buffet place.
After that some of us went to Wal-mart. It was an experience, for me at least.
I should have noticed from the parking lot that this was not going to be a nice Wal-mart. Shopping karts were scattered everywhere. On the inside only about five checkout lanes were open so the lines were long and no self checkout lanes were open. The people working there seemed very impersonal, almost like they didn't want to interact at all which was different than what I was used too. I forgot that Minnesota nice is non-existent in Louisiana.
That night we played the game Mafia and we were to loud because the room next to us called the front desk and they had to tell us to get quieter.
And that was yesterday, and today I was a tourist, camera and all. Walked around downtown New Orleans, saw a bunch of "Who Dat?" t-shirts, and walked by a lot fortune tellers. Does anyone know what "Who Dat" actually means? I also saw multiple stores basically selling sex and a male wearing fishnet leggings and a skirt that was way to short.
It's been quite the culture shock so far to say the least. More to come later.
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