For those non Facebook-ers out there, thought I'd share the most interesting development in my life in the last few hours on here as well!
So, I've signed up to run a 10k 'race' and I'll be doing it to raise money for Cancer Research (I use the word race very, very loosely. Even if there is a prize for finishing first, I'll be nowhere near it!)
I've got a sponsorship page and everything, and if any of you lovely people want to throw some money at it in anticipation of me trying to complete 10k without laughing at the thought of it too much, i'd appreciate it!
The link is here:http://www.10ksponsorme.org/paulnoyce
Cheers!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
What Happened To The Revolution
Things have been a little quiet around here of late.
To be honest, I have not felt like there was anything worth saying.
So, quite a lot of my time has been spent investing in two areas.
Firstly, I've been spending a lot of time on Facebook, trying desperately to define my worth as a human being by trying to rack up as many friends as possible. I'm on 19 at the moment, lame when compared with Rachel's 46 and even more pathetic when compared to my friend Sarah who is somewhere in the region of 260.
As the Christian subculture is a relatively small one, I've come across a couple of friends on Facebook who have amongst their number, some classmates of mine from London Bible College. I've not yet requested for them to be 'friends' with me. It seems hypocritical to call people my friends who might need to be filled in about the last four years of my story. And, to be honest, I still feel nervous around those who are quite clearly investing in making the world a better place. They seem to be living out the dreams and visions we talked of so often over late night hot chocolate and biscuits, whereas I seem to have given this up for feet planted firmly in the middle of the road, not doing anything of lasting impact for the world.
In addition to being sucked in by and feeling on occasion quite lousy because of what this Facebook tomfoolery exposes in me, I've been looking through a selection of half finished notebooks that represent my journals for the past few years. I rarely have the discipline to keep a record of thoughts (which probably explains the infrequent posts of late too), so each renewed effort has a new notebook.
Going back through these books for a few years, I see a clash between the naive idealism of my dreams and thoughts in the late 1990's, and the dark concepts and dreary outlook contained in the journals for 2003 and 2004.
So there's been some laughter at how some things have worked out, some red eyes and tears at the way they haven't and some wake up calls to things which used to burn brightly in me that I have allowed to dwindle dangerously close to extinction and now feel inspired to stoke up once more.
The connection here? It's that I need to take a chance more on community. Change will never take place on the pages of closed notebooks resigned to collect dust on bookshelves.
But it will come if I choose to model the thoughts and passions of my heart to those around me.
And in turn, their passions will influence me, and pretty soon we are connected to a movement and a cause that cannot die out because we are not flying alone but with others.
To be honest, I have not felt like there was anything worth saying.
So, quite a lot of my time has been spent investing in two areas.
Firstly, I've been spending a lot of time on Facebook, trying desperately to define my worth as a human being by trying to rack up as many friends as possible. I'm on 19 at the moment, lame when compared with Rachel's 46 and even more pathetic when compared to my friend Sarah who is somewhere in the region of 260.
As the Christian subculture is a relatively small one, I've come across a couple of friends on Facebook who have amongst their number, some classmates of mine from London Bible College. I've not yet requested for them to be 'friends' with me. It seems hypocritical to call people my friends who might need to be filled in about the last four years of my story. And, to be honest, I still feel nervous around those who are quite clearly investing in making the world a better place. They seem to be living out the dreams and visions we talked of so often over late night hot chocolate and biscuits, whereas I seem to have given this up for feet planted firmly in the middle of the road, not doing anything of lasting impact for the world.
In addition to being sucked in by and feeling on occasion quite lousy because of what this Facebook tomfoolery exposes in me, I've been looking through a selection of half finished notebooks that represent my journals for the past few years. I rarely have the discipline to keep a record of thoughts (which probably explains the infrequent posts of late too), so each renewed effort has a new notebook.
Going back through these books for a few years, I see a clash between the naive idealism of my dreams and thoughts in the late 1990's, and the dark concepts and dreary outlook contained in the journals for 2003 and 2004.
So there's been some laughter at how some things have worked out, some red eyes and tears at the way they haven't and some wake up calls to things which used to burn brightly in me that I have allowed to dwindle dangerously close to extinction and now feel inspired to stoke up once more.
The connection here? It's that I need to take a chance more on community. Change will never take place on the pages of closed notebooks resigned to collect dust on bookshelves.
But it will come if I choose to model the thoughts and passions of my heart to those around me.
And in turn, their passions will influence me, and pretty soon we are connected to a movement and a cause that cannot die out because we are not flying alone but with others.
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