Word of the day: nefarious
Tiny cousins:
This is Kingston, the newest member of the Furhmann clan. I met him last week for the first time.
Kyra Too Cute. She's a 30-year-old trapped in the body of a preschooler.
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It was quite the weekend. But before I forget:
A belated happy birthday to Trevor (the 7th), my friend, who inspires me.
A belated happy birthday to Kelly (the 8th), my sister, whom I love.
I went to the Failed, Failing and Fragile States conference Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and I realized that this is the sort of thing that makes me want to get up in the morning. English literature has never done that for me. There were some 35 speakers, ranging from the Brigadier-General in charge of the mission in Afghanistan, to a post-doctorate researcher specializing in diplomatic games during the Rwandan genocide, to Erin Baines from the Liu Institute, to representatives from the Canadian International Development Association, to an international lawyer specializing in Responsibility to Protect (R2P), to specialists on post-conflict economic recovery, profs from the Royal Military College, senior policy makers at CIDA, professors, researchers, directors, reporters, etc. etc.
I don't want to be dramatic and say that it changed my life, but I think it helped me to articulate something that's been developing in my heart and mind for a while now. I think this is what I want to do. What is "this"? I'm not entirely sure... I mean, look at all the options. Just THINKING about it makes me excited and scared in a good way.
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And then last night I almost got arrested. I kid you not. To make a long story short, I was put in a ridiculous situation and I am extremely unhappy. One highlight was being told by a cop that I am irresponsible, that I am setting a horrible example, and that I should be ashamed of myself.
Maybe it's because the rest of the weekend's wonderful goings on left me so charged up that all that energy has turned the other way, but I am still livid to the point that I can't talk to the people involved for fear that I will say something I regret. Or hit them in the head with a shovel. Something will need to be said, though. I've been used for far too long, and it is going to stop. Now. (See? Do you see how angry I still sound?)
I'm so tempted to name names and spill all, but that wouldn't be very stylish of me, now would it?
I would appreciate prayer... that God would give me the words HE wants spoken, and that he would fill me with courage, and love so that necessary conversation doesn't turn into confrontation.
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Peace out, yo.
This is Kingston, the newest member of the Furhmann clan. I met him last week for the first time.
Kyra Too Cute. She's a 30-year-old trapped in the body of a preschooler.----------
It was quite the weekend. But before I forget:
A belated happy birthday to Trevor (the 7th), my friend, who inspires me.
A belated happy birthday to Kelly (the 8th), my sister, whom I love.
I went to the Failed, Failing and Fragile States conference Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and I realized that this is the sort of thing that makes me want to get up in the morning. English literature has never done that for me. There were some 35 speakers, ranging from the Brigadier-General in charge of the mission in Afghanistan, to a post-doctorate researcher specializing in diplomatic games during the Rwandan genocide, to Erin Baines from the Liu Institute, to representatives from the Canadian International Development Association, to an international lawyer specializing in Responsibility to Protect (R2P), to specialists on post-conflict economic recovery, profs from the Royal Military College, senior policy makers at CIDA, professors, researchers, directors, reporters, etc. etc.
I don't want to be dramatic and say that it changed my life, but I think it helped me to articulate something that's been developing in my heart and mind for a while now. I think this is what I want to do. What is "this"? I'm not entirely sure... I mean, look at all the options. Just THINKING about it makes me excited and scared in a good way.
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And then last night I almost got arrested. I kid you not. To make a long story short, I was put in a ridiculous situation and I am extremely unhappy. One highlight was being told by a cop that I am irresponsible, that I am setting a horrible example, and that I should be ashamed of myself.
Maybe it's because the rest of the weekend's wonderful goings on left me so charged up that all that energy has turned the other way, but I am still livid to the point that I can't talk to the people involved for fear that I will say something I regret. Or hit them in the head with a shovel. Something will need to be said, though. I've been used for far too long, and it is going to stop. Now. (See? Do you see how angry I still sound?)
I'm so tempted to name names and spill all, but that wouldn't be very stylish of me, now would it?
I would appreciate prayer... that God would give me the words HE wants spoken, and that he would fill me with courage, and love so that necessary conversation doesn't turn into confrontation.
----------
Peace out, yo.
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