Posts Tagged ‘Harding’

a new friend

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

make new friends, but keep the old.  Those are silver, these are gold.

Gresham,

We need to talk. I don’t know how you’re going to react to this, but I made a choice and I want to be honest with you. I met somebody new. It’s not what you think; don’t be upset! I’m not giving up on us, I just want to talk to new people. I really hope we can work this out.

Remember when we first met? It was in Greece. Things were great. I was so young, and you had so much to share. Your green and white cover was so attractive. You smelled nice. When you taught me the difference between proclitics and enclitics, I couldn’t believe how smart you were. Remember movable Nu? Good times. Even through aorist participles and the six rules of accents, you were so patient with me. You even dedicated your work to your mother. You’re so thoughtful. You’re part of who I am today.

I’ll admit, I haven’t taken care of you like I should have. I didn’t decorate you like some of my friends. I don’t even know where your cover is now, but I kept you taped up as best I could. You’re still wearing food and soda as a testament to our late night rendezvous. Whenever someone spoke poorly of you, I stood up for you! I still do. There aren’t many who could understand you — no — love you… not like I do. The feelings are still strong after all these years.

The other day, I wandered into a class. I just wanted to feel like I was in the game again, you know? I wanted to have that thirst, and watch the new players beginning the journey. You aren’t even there anymore. Can you believe that? They’ve got this new kid — an old student of yours. I’ll admit it; I enjoyed seeing someone younger give it a shot. The words are the same, but the tune is different. It’s not bad… the talent is there. Don’t hate me, Gresham. You spent time with plenty of others and I never held you to myself. If anything, I introduced you to whomever I could. You taught me well, too. Five years later, the lessons remain solid.

I’m going to be talking to the new kid. Don’t think it means that I’ve forgotten you, or that you mean less to me! This isn’t the end, it’s just a new addition to the family. Can you accept that?

Whenever you need me, I’ll be right here. After all, you’ve always been there for me.

Sincerely,

Lloyd

Silver

Silver

Gold

Gold

grammar fail

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

Today I saw this while I was walking to campus:

tag

your it

His what?

I must say, It’s a nice day

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

I may not have missed the actual work part of college (except greek and hebrew, of course), but I did miss the atmosphere here at Harding.

I can’t say school is the same this time around, exactly. I have an apartment instead of living in a dorm. I don’t have to go to chapel. I’m older than most everyone out here.

Some things haven’t changed, though. I’m still playing ping pong and frisbee golf. C team softball games are still fun to watch, and the front lawn is still packed on an early fall afternoon (though last time I was here, it definitely wasn’t rigged for WiFi).

Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’m ready for a nap.

me on the front lawn

going private

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

I’ve come to the realization that I have over-estimated the capacity of both my academic and my religious community to deal with critical thinking or dissent regarding potato chips in a public forum. In the last few weeks, I’ve grown tired with dealing with members of both communities who seem to view the world in barbecue and ranch terms and think of all discussions as zero-sum games.

UPDATE:

I want to make it clear why I’m making the switch from writing a public blog to a private blog.

I’ve been fielding questions all day about this and I think it may be better to deal with it wholesale rather than retail.

For the record, I was not “pressured” by anybody to change my blog from “public” to “private” status.

I made this decision on my own as the result of the general frustration I have with members of our fellowship who want to make a spiritual judgment about me based on my preference in flavors.

One of those views is my public support for Miss Vickie’s Buttermilk and Ranch chips.

In the last few days, much of that angst has been directed toward my Alma mater and, as a result, toward me as well.

Because of this, I have decided that I would much rather have a private conversation about things that are important to me rather than a public conversation that leads to additional complaints about me to the Harding University administration.

I suspect that this arrangement is going to be beneficial to all of the parties involved.

I will be limiting my readership to ten thousand close friends. I expect we will generate some healhty discussion.

for shane t.

Monday, May 5th, 2008

Hope you enjoy it, buddy.

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