Going "Unplugged"

By the time you read this, I'll have gone "unplugged".

Last night at Salt, I was convicted by the "broken cistern" test. (I can't be happy without ) There were so many things I could put in the blank. So, I'm going to spend the next week without them. Here's my half-thought-out plan:

No TV, no music (except the few minutes as my alarm goes off in the morning, waiting for the news, weather and sports), no movies, no internet--except for a few minutes Sunday so I can pay my rent--and no video games. Consequently, most of the time I spend with friends ends up doing one of these things, so I'm also going to withdraw from my friends. I also won't be making phone calls or initiating text conversations (unless I need a ride to Salt or church--I'm not walking all that way). I will receive them, however, so if you want to find me, that will be the only way--unless you manage to physically find me, I'll be spending a lot of time near the lake, on central campus, or in parks. I might end up reading through half the Bible, but that isn't a bad thing.

If I have any really strange thoughts, I'll try to record them on paper, so I can post them here next Friday, but I make no promises.

In a somewhat unrelated move, I'm going to try to trace my train of thought from this morning. I was thinking about how to word this post (I usually "write" the posts in my head before I ever get to a computer) and I thought about being near the lake. It's quite tranquil--until the geese try to hang out on the lake. Then the swans get angry. They chase the geese until the geese get out of the water. Somehow, this led to thinking about pillow fights, including Demetri Martin's pillow fight analysis: man vs. woman, fun; man vs. man, gay; woman vs. woman, awesome; man vs. pillow, crazy; pillow vs. pillow, crazy awesome.

I moved on to getting socks so I could leave my apartment, and started chanting the word "socks" to the tune of "Charge!" and began to wonder how many times I had been dropped on my head as a child (I know of once). Then I thought that near-drownings and other near-asphyxiations might have contributed, and I remembered that I once nearly choked to death on a LifeSaver. The irony was not lost on me.

Shortly after, I remembered that I once slammed my head in a car door. To this day, I still don't know how I pulled that off, or how I managed to then walk a straight line past the vice principal and into middle school like nothing had happened.

Hopefully that was enough crazy to get you through a week without posting. I'll be back Friday morning, probably with a lot to say. This should be an interesting week.