January 27, 2004
I'm Going To The Super Bowl!
This is unbelievable! Through a series of connections, I've actually been asked to suit up for the Carolina Panthers. It's kind of a throwback to the late George Plimpton's Paper Lion book, where he was able to go to training camp and "play" quarterback in practice and in an exhibition game. The deal here is that, if Carolina goes ahead and has a medium range field goal opportunity, they are going to let me come in and kick it. (They're not crazy, I'm not going to make a game-decisive kick...unless of course John Kasay gets hurt (watch what Gatorade you drink, pal!)...then I might be called in, but their punter is the 2nd string guy, so I'd be 3rd anyway. Two "accidents" are harder to stage than one, and I'd probably get caught anyway. I don't really belong in this setting. I mean, I just kicked in high school. I didn't even make the team when I tried out for the Univ of Texas. But what an opportunity, huh? This is crazy. I can't believe it.
Neither should you, really. I mean... I made it up. Sorry. Just a stream of consciousness thing. Call me Walter Middy III.
The new issue is being uploaded over the internet to our printer's FTP site. It feels good to be at a final stage. I spent a few hours last night sending over pages 1 through 39. Only to find out today, through a divine "accident," that I was saving our "postscript" files with the wrong settings. Sigh. I'm glad we at least found out halfway through the mag... So, David is going to send over pages 1-72 instead of just 40-72 this morning. All the printed proofs should have been delivered to the printer today. One ad, from Jade Tree Records, is yet to arrive, and then the entire issue will be in the printer's hands.
I'd love to get back to my dreaming, but I'm too busy answering important emails that I put off this past week, filing it in my "VIP To Do" folder in outlook. One at a time I'm catching up.
God bless you.
What does it mean when we say that?
Anything?
Is the verse that spells out having the ability to bless or curse really speaking truth? What about the power of life and death? Is there anything to that? When you say, "God bless you" to someone, are you conveying a prayer or pronouncing as an ambassador of Christ a blessing over someone? How does that work? Is there any truth at all to this? You know, the "faith movement" has been accused of going overboard with this type of thought... but is there truth to this concept? Bottom line question for this discussion: "Does telling someone the phrase 'God bless you' mean anything/do anything?"
