After 11 months of immigration madness, we are pleased to back together again and starting our life together in Morgantown, WV. I am finishing my penultimate semester of university at WVU, and Emily (at the moment) is waking up at 1pm, lounging on the couch, and studying to take her driver’s test.
“How long will you waver between two opinions? If the LORD is God, follow him; but if Baal is God, follow him.” 1 Kings 18:21
The battle for one is a fight between two. Two opinions. Two wavering opinions each with its own attractiveness, each with its own subsequent works. The human soul is enticed in two directions almost simultaneously; two directions which seem to be opposites, leading in opposite directions, leading to opposite outcomes.
Several days ago, Emily and I went to the mall to look for some new clothes (new clothes always seem to increase self-esteem and self-confidence). We first had to stop in Hot Topic because Emily wanted to buy an Audrey Hepborn tank-top that she saw the last time we were in there. While Emily perused the shop, I did the same. I stumbled across a pair of “Skinny Jeans.” These are the type of jeans that the rocker, emo kids are wearing these days. The jeans are extra tight and especially so as they near the ankles. Overall, they seem to be consistent with the emo style of tightness. Couple them with an extra slim, black Ramones band t-shirt, and you are 100% pure emo. What can I say? I loved the things. I have wanted a pair of butt-, thigh-hugging jeans for quite some time; I guess you could see this want as a rejection (rechazo) of the jeans of yesteryear: baggy, wide-legs. Immediately my attraction to these jeans produced a debate in my mind:
Emo Drew: Wow, yeah! Check these things out! They are nice and skinny and hug you. I’ve always wanted a pair of jeans like these.
Norm Drew: I am in no way emo enough to pull something like these off.
Emo Drew: But check these things out! I’ve started seeing them all over the place. I bet they’re going to become cool any time. Everyone will have these. Don’t you want to stay ahead of the trends?
Norm Drew: Yeah, I bet they will become cool. They do look kind of girly though. But, anyways, who cares about fashion? And, besides they’re $45. $45 for a pair of jeans that I may not even look cool in, but I might even look gay? I don’t think so. I don’t care about fashion anyways.
Emo Drew: You love fashion. You love to look cool and feel condfident. You don’t feel confident at all in that WVU shirt, do you? Nope, because it’s not the type of thing you really want to be walking around the mall in in order to grab people’s attention. You look typical.
On the battle rages. I would typify Emo Drew in this scenario as the flesh, or worldly Drew, and Norm Drew as the Drew of reason and modesty and godliness.
I frequently find these battles in my mind. Last evening I sat down after work to do “something.” I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to do so I first decided that I would put on some music–I love music and oftentimes read with music. What type of music should I put on? Insert battle dialogue here. Next, while hooking up my computer to the stereo, my computer entices me to play with her for a little while. “You can read a little bit later,” Emo Drew tells me.
Sidenote: You know the battle may not always exist between two, binary opposite choices; namely good and bad. Perhaps wise and worldly would be better. Even now I am enticed by my computer to write these thoughts on the fight between two. For my own vanity of writing? Pascal says yes, and I concur.
Welcome to the United States! Praise the Lord the interview was a breeze!
I called Emily on her cell phone this morning (6:30am US/11:30am UK) just as she was leaving the Embassy, AND she got her visa!
She said it went just fine and they told her that she should have her passport Thursday or Friday. After she gets her passport, she’s planning on getting the next flight out! Maybe she’ll be here for the Super Bowl!
So, yeh, I came home from class today and was in the mood to listen to some dirty south hip-hop. So, I flip on the first Shoutcast rap station that popped up, and the guyz were rappin’ about nothing less than the very famous Ford Taurus! Well, you don’t know what a Ford Taurus is, you say? Well, yours truly just happens to be the owner of a 1995 Blue Ford Taurus (thanks to a very benevolent auntie and uncle of mine–props!). Anyways, here’s what the rapper Young Jeezy be sayin’ bout the phat Ford Taurus in his track My Hood:
Ford Taurus pull up everybody run
White boys jump out pointing wit they guns
Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
Hope dem boyz didn’t find my sack
I’m not sure exactly what “sack” is referring to, but it’s prolly some kind of illegal cannabis-centered drug if I had to take a guess. If it’s not, then I don’t wanna know what he’s talking about.
I didn’t realize these cars were so gangsta.