Wedding Photos

With the new version of my website, I decided to try a photo sharing website, like Flikr, instead of just uploading photos to my own webspace.

Flikr is popular, and has some nice features; unlimited storage space is one big plus. However, the 100MB upload limit per month is annoying.

Zooomr could be good because they don’t have storage or upload limits. The downside is a complete lack of support and no integration with any desktop image organizers.

Google’s Picasa software is nice, and the Picasa web albums seem to work quite well. We’ll see how long it takes to hit the 1GB storage limit.

If your personal experience has led you to decide a particular photo sharing site works best, or a method of self-hosting works well, let me know.

Here are some wedding photos hosted on my Picaca web albums.

Girls & Me

Originally written for my English composition class in college, February 15, 1996.

I’m not sure exactly how and when I first developed my fear of girls, but it has plagued me most of my life. I am only gradually becoming less apprehensive about talking to girls. As I have gotten older my attitude about girls has changed, as has my behavior around and towards them. Throughout my life there have been many influences affecting how I relate to girls.

I don’t remember ever really thinking that girls were ‘icky.’ However, except for a select few, most girls were not worth paying attention to and probably had cooties. In first grade the one girl who was worth paying attention to was Macy. Of course, I never talked to Macy. To have actually talked to her would have caused me to stutter, sweat, break out in hives, and maybe even collapse from heart failure. Although she doesn’t know it, Macy received the honor of having a stuffed tooth pillow named after her.

I was never in the same school for very long, but the longest was from third grade to sixth grade. During that time I remember liking Shonda, and I think she liked me too. But since I liked her, that meant I couldn’t talk to her. Since I was nervous about talking to girls, I generally tried to refrain from giving any evidence that I liked someone. For this reason, singing “Farmer in the Dell” in music class was a mixed blessing. It was fun to sing, but it was also very nerve wracking. I didn’t want to pick a girl I didn’t like because she might think I liked her; but if I picked someone I did like she might (heaven forbid!) find out that I liked her. I remember a Valentine’s Day one year, when we had to pass out valentines to all our classmates. I tried to find ones which only said “Happy Valentine’s Day” and nothing else. The one I gave Shonda was a Ziggy card that read, “If you’d be my Valentine, I’d be on top of the world!” But I had to make sure that she didn’t think I liked her too much, so I added a “Psych!” to the card. (Actually I put “Sike!” because I didn’t know how to spell.) In elementary school there wasn’t much meaning to having a girlfriend; instead one “liked” somebody, which basically just meant that the two people sat together sometimes. I would have enjoyed sitting next to Shonda, but since I didn’t have the nerve to talk to her it kind of ruled out sitting next to her. One day during lunch, Shonda asked me to come out in the hall so she could tell me something. “Stephen,” she said, “I like you, but I like Lapaka, too. This year I’m going to like him, but next year I’ll like you, okay?” Okay. Should I be crushed that she’s not going to like me this year, or should I be happy that next year I’ll have someone to like? Unfortunately, the school closed after that year, so I had to postpone my first significant relationship with a girl.

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Sanctuary Seating Psychology Supposition

Okay, this is a dumb question, but I wonder if anyone else has ever had this conundrum.

Suppose you, an individual of the single variety, are walking into church. You’re fairly early, so there are lots of available seats. (Note: this is a Modern Church, so there are no pews; just individual seats lined up in rows and attached together at the sides.)

One of your friends is sitting in a row that is otherwise empty, so you go to join them. Now, the big question is, do you sit right next to them, or leave an empty seat (AKA, a “Bible Seat”) in between? If you are both male, there is no hesitation. Given that there are enough seats available, two or more males sitting “together” will leave an empty seat in between each occupied seat. This way there is no accidental touching; legs can be crossed, elbows moved about, etc, without bumping into each other. In contrast, two or more females sitting together will always sit in adjacent seats. The precise explanation for this is unknown, but some suspect it may be so whispering during the service is less noticeable.

But what if you are a male, and you’re getting ready to sit down by a female with whom you have a platonic friendship? You don’t want to seem aloof by creating an unnecessary distance between you, but on the other hand, you don’t want to give an impression that is unintended (by you) or unwelcomed (by her). It would be different if the row were already mostly full, but sitting side-by-side with no one else in the immediate vicinity might be awkward.

Am I alone in facing these life-altering quandaries? Is it all in my head, the result of my own insecurity, or have others been plagued by this as well? Any advice?

originally posted 1/23/2005 on bibleforums.org

Randomness

Sometimes my dog runs and jumps on the deck, but he’s going too fast, so he slides, especially if there is ice or a thin layer or snow on the deck like right now because it’s been snowing, which really stinks because it’s March and I wish it would get warm so I can ride my motorcycle that I bought last October but didn’t get a chance to ride much before it started to get cold, except for New Years Eve when it was nice out so I took it out for a ride after I changed the stock muffler to a muffler intended for a Harley Sportster which I bought off eBay (the muffler, not a Sportster), but I only needed one muffler because my bike is a single cylinder, but I got two since Sportsters have two, so now I have an extra one that I need to sell, but I’ve been lazy and haven’t posted it yet, which is kind of weird because I spend a lot of time on the internet and I already have pictures of it so it wouldn’t be too hard to post it, but I guess part of my reluctance is that packaging it up and taking it to the post office is kind of a pain, so I’d rather just sell it or give it to someone local, but I don’t really know anybody who could use it, although there is a FreeCycle message board for offering things up for free that I tried to sign up for, but for some reason it didn’t work so I’ll have to try it again, and if it works I might also be able to get rid of an old printer that doesn’t work very well, but I hate to just throw it away, so maybe someone else might be interested in it if it’s free and all they have to do is replace the printhead, which I think may be the reason why it doesn’t print very well anymore, although it’s several years old and printer technology has advanced enough that for ~$50 you can get a pretty decent printer brand new, which is about what you have to pay for a new print head, so maybe I should just throw my old printer in the trash, although maybe it would be better to recycle it, but I’m not sure who recycles printers, and I don’t want to have to pay to recycle it, like I did with my old monitor that didn’t work, and I couldn’t find anyone who was interested in repairing it, and you’re not supposed to throw TV’s or monitors in the trash because of the lead in the CRT, so I had to pay $5 to dispose of it, which is lame, but I’ve paid over $5 to see a lame movie before, which is less entertaining than watching my dog slide across the deck, which is kind of funny, as long as he doesn’t hurt himself.

originally posted 3/10/2005 on bibleforums.org

Relationships

A little personal history…

Originally posted 10/10/2004 on bibleforums.org:

I feel like such a loser…

I just had another relationship end because of the apparent lack of spiritual depth and passion in my life.

I met K in December 2000 when we were on a missions trip together. She was a senior in high school and I had just graduated college that spring. I didn’t really see her as a potential mate due to the age difference, but the more I observed her, the more I saw her maturity, and the more attracted to her I became. When the missions trip was over, I began emailing her, and we would talk at church. In March, I asked her dad if I could ask her out, and he said okay, so we started dating casually. She had never dated anyone before, and wasn’t really sure how to handle herself, so she kind of kept me at arms length, and even though we went out every week, we were technically “just friends.” In the fall, she went off to college, and we didn’t pursue our relationship further.

Several months later, I met T. She was attractive, and had a lot of good qualities that I respected. When she showed an interest in me, I asked her out and we started dating. She was a single mom, so we knew going into it that we weren’t just going to date casually. We were both in a position where marriage was a possibility (unlike K, since she was younger and just starting college), so our purpose was in evaluating each other as potential mates. After about six months, she concluded that I was not growing spiritually and put my own interests above hers.

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