Corey Knows What I’m Saying

The human rights activist in me doesn’t get to come out and play in as flashy a fashion as it did in all the (five) years of my undergrad career, where I was trained on the regular regarding social stigma, gender dynamics, mental and sexual health, and a host of other areas in which children’s ministry workers don’t so much get to spread their wings. But I still love when I DO get the chance.

I love talking about these things, and have had the immense privilege of getting to dialouge and understand more about SO MANY ISSUES, most of which I don’t experience directly, because of the friends I have. Or even the openness of people I meet. RARELY do i ever encounter a person who, when honestly and lovingly approached, will not share with me his or her point of view.

Anyway, some of you don’t give a hoot or even understand what I’m talking about. But for those who came to see the V monologues for me, who’ve stayed up talking about the trouble with (hu)man(ity), the power play of heels verses flats, or just my latest rant about television being the surest sign of the fall of man, you’ll either understand why i find the following interesting or you’ll find it interesting yourself.

Enjoy. Or Don’t. If I were wearing mascara, would you be more convinced to enjoy? methinks. ;)

Table for Two (famous friends and wisecracking wisdom)

Let me start by saying that I am, as casually as can possibly be defined, friends with Derek Webb. This is primarily because The Dancer is a baller and takes me along to ballerness adventures like driving out to a ranch and getting a private concert in a teepee from, ya know, a famous person. Equally it is because Derek is, and I say this in all seriousness and having thought a lot about it, a extra-ordinarily kind and friendly man.

Now if you don’t know who he is, that’s fine. He’s huge in some circles, non existent in others. He’s an artist who does solo work, stuff with his wife, and is probably most well known for the part he plays in Caedmon’s Call.

I love everything he’s ever put out. A few months ago, at a show in Dallas, he said (loose quote) “You know, some people think you can’t sing songs about some things. But you can make art about anything Jesus is Lord over. And in case you missed it, He’s Lord over everything.”

Last night, he and Caedmon’s had a show at Common Grounds in Waco, and he played his song, Table for Two, the lyrics of which are:

Danny and I
Spent another late night over pancakes
Talkin’ ’bout soccer
And how every man’s just the same.
We made speculation
On the who’s and the when’s of our futures
And how everyone’s lonely
But still we just couldn’t complain.

And how we just hate being alone.
Could I have missed my only chance,
And now I’m just wasting my time
By lookin’ around

But ya know I know better,
I’m not gonna worry ’bout nothin’.
Cause if the birds and the flowers survive,
Then I’ll make it okay.
I’m given a chance and a rock;
see which one breaks a window.
See which one keeps me up all night and into the day.

Because I’m so scared of being alone
That I forget what house i live in.
But it’s not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call.

Well this day’s been crazy
But everything’s happened on schedule,
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
‘Cause You knew how You’d save me
before I fell dead in the garden,
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.

And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can’t plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace,
Just to get me to sleep

Y’all, I’m real tempted to talk about how it’s corny to admit that my friend’s music ministers to me but… it’s not. It’s not outside of God’s goodness or power or Derek’s purpose in putting out music for me to listen to the lyrics of a song, a song I’ve heard many times before, and to let out a loud, heavy sigh.

I am so scared of being alone that I forget who I am what WHOSE I am.

I do just need some peace to get me to sleep. I haven’t had a good night of sleep in weeks. which is typical, but wearing.

Anyway, Thanks D, and for everyone else, give the song a listen. And then go buy his music. It’s good stuff. Oh, and his wife, Sandra’s music too. And Caedmon’s.

Movie Review: Thor

y’all I am so sorry. i’ve been out of town for a week and I’m still gone till tomorrow so long story short: I completely forgot to set blogs to post. This isn’t much of one but hopefully you’ll still love me regardless. (irregardless!! ::shudder::)

I went to go see Thor last night. I was super emotional and brought my blankie AND food and when the guy asked me what I had I said food and he said he didn’t believe me and when I showed him, he said, “Okay, I’ll let you this time.” And I, in no uncertain eyeballs, looked at him with a look that said “yes. you will.” Because I’m so kind and considerate and obedient to all movie rules.

Anyway, i love comic books movies. Jacob (dr. z) had to teach me HOW to love them “Ritz. This is NOT a movie. IT’s a comic book on screen.” OH! Good, now I have adjusted my expectations and I. am. in. love. They’re so silly and fantastical and funny. Thor was not exception.

Now I have a degree in film, which means I paid (actually I didn’t, some rich people who liked me did) an exorbitant amount of money to learn how to be a snob about film. Therefore, I give you the following review of  THOR.

dang, boy!

i wanna see it again.


Explosions on the Counter

::just a little anachronistic, for funsies, post. because my belle brought strawberries and winter branch left me champy champs. and I’m packing. and listening to boyce avenue. and i got to fall in love with baby waverly tonite. le sigh::

sometimes when your roommate gets ready for a date, she explodes ALL OVER THE COUNTER

take it in, folks

and sometimes….

i swear this was not staged. reading glasses and a waterbottle? really?!

Sometimes, YOU are that roommate. Or….I am.

I’m so so sorry, Mel.

(I did clean up, by the way.)

why did i insist she be in the photo, while she was brushing her teeth? cause im eeeevil.

Consider This Fair Warning

I once knew someone who sent an email like this to her friend’s boyfriend. You know…. far away, long ago. ;) (that’s sarcasm pplfriends. I sent it two hours ago) Names have been changed to protect the warned ;)

Hi Dude,

I love email. i love gmail particularly. I don’t mean that i like to receive stupid messages that have nothing to do with anything, i just mean that as a means of communication, gmail is probably my number one. Gchat, if the situation is friendly enough.
Anywho, I’m one of The Dancer’s closest friends. As such, I want to be a friend to you as well. I mean, homeboy, I’m going to hear about pretty much everything in the relationship, and I care more about The Dancer than I do about most people, and I care a lot about people. So I want to ask something of you, and it’s going to be awkward but I don’t care because I love her more than I care about being awkward and I will fight through wind, fire, and awkward to love her well.
So here’s what I’m asking. Please be kind to my friend. Please be patient with her. Please consider her above yourself and please follow the Matt Chandler advice: Don’t put your hands on her body without first having touched her heart.
I don’t say this as scolding, I say this because it is a deep wish that I have for her to be loved the way she deserves to be loved.
Now, you’re never going to do that, because you are not Jesus, but I want you to do your best. I want you to pursue her and romance her and surprise her and not take her for granted. I want her to be reminded through your service and even through the things you withhold (like too much touch, or time alone) how precious and delicate she is. She doesn’t know. You’ll have to teach her. You’ll have to teach her that she’s worth such effort and love and that she is fragile and lovely and amazing because other men have told her lies against these truths and if you want her to be yours, it’s your privilege and your duty to present her pure and holy some day, and part of that purity will be the purity of mind and heart of peace from her knowing who she really is.
thinking about this, i found the following article. I liked it. Maybe you’ll like it. If not though, that’s okay. I didn’t read all  the words. the ones i did, though, i liked.
I copied her on this so she’ll know i emailed you. I’m helping keep her accountable to things by asking her about them. But i also want you to know that I care.
And that i will come down like a hurricane of holy rage if you’re not good to her. 

assorted array

::A list of things that could each be their own entry, if time had allowed, and equally randcom photos::

Churches aren’t perfect, neither are people. And neither am I.  But I want to love churches. I want to love people. I even want to love me. Because God says I’m special to him, and that He loves me,so that seems reason enough for me to do the same.


I like to call this, "asking for trouble"



Some people have trouble loving others. Some have trouble loving themselves. Both of these things reflect pride – a belief that their judgement of a situation is more perfect than the judgement of the One Righteous Judge.


In grad school, you get to use a big-boy hole-punch. 40 PAGES!



The cannon of beauty takes into account none of the beauty of surprises and idiosyncrasies. Your big nose and little eyes and wonky ears and veiny feet were on purpose….

she said….just before she wondered what place that purpose has in a child with a cleft lip, or mal-formed hands. Did God mean for Quasimodo to have corrective surgery?

You should love your tree.


Red Raider, Tech Logo, Goal Post and....RAINBOW UNICORN?!



When we err on the side of being conservative, we are still erring. Yes. Some people call us conservative. And just because it makes us more comfortable doesn’t make it right.

The happy medium may not be on the narrow road.

I still love the sunshine on my skin. And have crispy face right now.

I’m a sinner. Even though I spend a lot of time at church.

If I saw as poorly as i slept…..oh wait.

You know, “Are you okay to drive?” Is a rather silly question to ask when someone  has trouble recognizing you from 10 feet away. I can see cars. I don’t have to be able to tell you if they had a ding 3 inches below the back passenger door handle to effectively navigate a highway.  But thank you for caring.


SPECK is a ONE YEAR OLD! And what a mature one. Ate his birthday cupcake with a SPOON.



“I don’t want to waste my time if she has a boyfriend,” leads me toward thinking you feel that caring for and pouring into a person regardless of the benefit to you is seen as “wasting your time.”  To which I lovingly disagree. But you’re a busy dude, I understand what you meant. ;)

The books of Acts is crazy. It should be an HBO mini series.

COWBOY UP, CREAM PUFF, BE A MAN. By which I mean, pull up your britches and do the dang thing, whatever the dang thing is, regardless of your gender. ‘Cause we don’t want to waste our time.


Gluten Free cookie MIX tastes awful. But baked, these babies were beautiful.



Lady Gaga is brilliant and I’m rather sure that if I met her on the street, she’d be kind. And if I could wear a sign that said “satire” I’d walk around singing Born This Way everywhere I went.

Most people tell me they don’t understand most things I say.

“It was only a kiss.” I’m Latin.






While talking about the newest controversy, I bemoaned the hurt hearts of a religious leader’s followers who may now feel betrayed. The roommate bemoaned those led astray by his faulty teaching. I said I wasn’t worried about them, becuase the ones meant to know the truth would, in the end. “This,” she finished,”Is the difference between a harmonizer and a persister.”





I truly believe that if I stay single forever, life will be brilliant, beautiful, awful, exciting, painful, and adventurous. I’m on board for that, jic.

possible new header


Sonnet 29

I have a favorite Shakespearean Sonnet.  And by that I do not mean that I’ve read and studied many of them, i just mean that this one was transformed into a song that I sang in choir in the 11th grade (which, by the way, was the year of our Lord two thousand and one…geez!) and it struck me such that I have always loved it. Here, try it on for yourself.


When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


If ye olde billy dude just doesn’t get your blood pumping , just think of the sweetness of such a love that you could be like this guy,

almost DESPISING your ourcast state,

but then remembering that Love, that is so sweet that you wouldn’t trade one single thing about your life because your life the way it is was said love.

(it’s the love of God. Even if Shakespeare didn’t know it, that’s the only kind of love that could truly do such a thing.)