Carla: Except for Sully. He’s from Venus.
Sullivan: Are you saying beautiful and normally portrayed to non-school groups as naked?
Speaking harshly was one of Jesus’ love languages.
I do confess my having daydreamed today about fronting a U2 and Britpop cover band with college friends Aaron G., Jason, Aaron R., and Adam R., with Josh A. joining for acoustic numbers.
Ironically, and with apologies to Josh, it was late U2 (“Red Flag Day”) that first inspired the daydream. Also, friend of friend Chris F. was there, too, but I wasn’t sure how to fit in so many guitarists.
For Christmas, can I have socks? Like, thirty socks. And wrap them all in cash.
— Sullivan
Become love plankton.
Lord, be more than a topic.
I somehow sneezed up my shorts!
— Sullivan
Oh, that’s just dirt from earlier.
— Éa, coughing
Scott: What needs to happen for a bill to become law?
Éa: Oh, I know! The bill needs to sing a song! 🎵
The nice thing about an airship is that you don’t need a garage.
— Sullivan
I double down when I’m wrong? Wait. When am I ever wrong?
— Éa
You know, whoever came up with the term ‘dad jokes’ has clearly never met my mother.
— Sullivan
Éa: You’re very good at putting buns in. But you’re not very good at sleeping in them.
Carla: Build me up and tear me down! Build me up and tear me down!
Éa: At least you’re even!
I have been undisciplined about having fun the past couple days.
— Scott, rubbing his eyes
Any time I see people with AirPods in their ears, I can’t help but think they’re trying to save their half-eaten candy cigarettes for later.
Man, that piccolo really makes your biceps pop!
— Sullivan
You’re very American right now. I mean in a good way. Not in an overweight way.
— Éa, replying to Carla, who had just told Éa her outfit was very Swedish
I committed mass formicide in June. But only because they’d’ve conquered my house if I hadn’t.
Oh, that? That’s just smooth jazz. Nothing to worry about.
— Sullivan, replying to an inquiry over his headset while playing Minecraft one night
Scott: You can’t touch my face. I’m in quarantine.
Carla: Well, I can punch your face!
[upon realizing that her formerly farsighted right eye is no longer farsighted]
Am I going to get a monocle!?
— Éa, happily
Ooh, I know the website! It starts with ‘hit tips,’ ends with ‘dot com,’ and…something in the middle, but I forget.
— Éa
It shall be unlawful for a person to solicit, accept, or receive a contribution or donation of money or other thing of value, or… [an] expressed or implied promise to make a contribution or donation, in connection with a Federal, State, or local election.
U.S. Code Title 52, section 30121, line a2. President Trump is in violation of that law. Additionally:
[N]o Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State.
Article I, Section 9, Clause 8 of the United States Constitution. President Trump is in violation of that clause. So, he has broken statutory and constitutional law. Out with him!
What I really want in this instance, as George MacDonald taught me, isn’t the forgiveness for the consequences of my sins (e.g., the wrath of God) but freedom from my actual sins. I’d like to become the father that doesn’t snap at his son. I don’t want an imputed purity. I actually want to be, myself, pure.
Good working definition of joy from Richard Beck: “great delight regardless of external circumstance.”