SAW

A saw is a tool that uses a hard blade or wire with an abrasive edge to cut through softer materials. The cutting edge of a saw is either a serrated blade or an abrasive. A saw may be worked by hand, or powered by steam, water, electric or other power.

In a modern serrated saw, each tooth is bent to a precise angle called its "set". The set of the teeth is determined by the kind of cut the saw is intended to make. For example a "rip saw" has a tooth set that is similar to the angle used on a chisel. The idea is to have the teeth rip or tear the material apart. Some teeth are usually splayed slightly to each side the blade, so that the cut width (kerf) is wider than the blade itself and the blade does not bind in the cut.

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youth day

I've just returned from leading a 7 day trip to World Youth Day in Sydney. While it was a really fruitful time, it's been a relief to get home and, amongst other things, get some space to reflect on the experience.

In the midst of the madness, it was fascinating to witness the complicated relationship between something as entrenched as the hierarchy of the Roman Catholic church with the fluid and kaleidoscopic 150,000+ young people gathered in Australia.

While the rallies, restaurants, seminars and shops provided a forum for positive cross-pollination, it was the large-scale liturgies where tensions in the relationship became apparent.

The clear evidence of communication meltdown was nowhere more obvious than in the misguided choice to saturate every gathering with lashings of Latin - pleasing the neo-conservatives, but leaving the remaining 99% voiceless and disconnected from the sanctuary of celebration.

Whilst the scriptural texts and prayers were appropriately read by a wide variety of linguistic groups, almost every other responsorial part of the living liturgy was in a dead language. From Senegal to Sweden, Nova Scotia to Northern Ireland, the young Catholics of the world were united in dumbfounded confusion.

Latin was arguably the main language of international relations during the first 15 centuries of the Christian Era. Now, for late modern young people it is used to describe rare illnesses and plant varieties. We don't even have a common memory of Latin. It has no place in liturgy because it no longer performs the task it once aimed to fulfil (and even then, only for an educated minority). If St Augustine were writing today, he would be a master of English - the language of business, MTV and the worldwide web.

The decision to give preference to ancient sentamentality over relevant and effective immediacy may not be suprising, but it does offer an intriguing glimpse into the stuttering relationship between the Church's young people and hierarchy. Although the air was sonorous with chants of 'Benedetto' and hearty renditions of the pop-idol theme song, I wonder if those on the podiums noticed the frustrated, impotent silence that descended at the truly important moments of intimacy with God and one another found in the summit points of the liturgy. Or maybe they simply mistook it for stunned awe.

Indy

My dog name is Indy, he must be very, very tired because he was out for two whole nights! I was quite worried at first because I thought maybe he had gone to see Mr Desh or something but when he came back I realised the truth. You see Hitler cat hasn't been around for two days either so Mister Indy must have been away fighting him in big adventures.
Of course, Mister Indy has taken a vow of silence so I can only go by clues but there was this big ark thing in the back yard in the morning and even Evil Bob (who tried to get in through the bedroom window last night) looked a bit shaken. So I reckon I know what he's been doing and I'm going to laugh at Hitler cat next time I see him. (From a safe distance, especially if the window's closed. Really tight.)
First though some extra sleeping because I had two bonus breakfasts when Mister Indy came back this morning and I'm feeling a bit full.

Intersting article

Here's an interesting article about Evangelicals in elite academic institutions. It turns out that an increasingly high number of evangelical students are going to top universities.

It sets the scene as follows:

"On campuses across the country, evangelicalism is rebounding. Evangelical students make up larger and larger portions of the incoming classes at Harvard, Princeton, and Stanford. They join robust campus-ministry groups that sponsor everything from debates to spring-break "mission" trips. And while they still fall slightly below the national average, the percentage of evangelicals receiving bachelor's degrees has climbed 133 percent from 1976 to 2004, according to the General Social Survey conducted by the National Opinion Research Corporation, more than doubling the change within the general population.

Nowhere has this phenomenon been more evident than on America's top campuses. In 2003, Peter Gomes, the Pusey Minister at Harvard's Memorial Church, said, "There are probably more evangelicals [on Harvard[']s campus today] than at any time since the 17th century."

Patrick

It seems like theres a million and one half-formed thoughts swirling through my head.
just madness.
ninety percent of them are giddy happy
cause i've capture the greatest thing i've ever seen.
know whats interesting? fireflies are really one of my favorite things.
I love visiting the midwest Fam so I can catch them.
I think they're beautiful.
I don't know if anything is more beautiful.
its like stars fall in your yard.
if we had them here? oh man. I'd never leave.
"do we gaze at the stars because we're human? or are we human because we gaze at the stars?"
i don't know. either way. all i know is i love doing it and i love doing it with Patrick.
I'm staying the night there tonight.
Driving to BHam tomorrow.
coming home saturday.
and staying the night at Patrick's saturday.
I trust him.
I believe in him.

Summer games-part 2

Step 10: Discover wardrobes are only marginally less tall than bedroom and must be built upright.

Step 11: Soothe husband again. Remember husband is motivated by deadline. Phone friends and book holiday in Devon for coming Sunday.

Step 12: Put on another DVD for children. Feed on biscuits and toast as kitchen out of bounds.

Step 13: Build wardrobes. Remove heaps of clothes from children's beds. Put children to bed as it is now the middle of the night.

Step 14: This takes place the following morning. Husband puts on shirt and tie and flees gladly to work.

Step 15: Erm, not sure what this one is yet. Have to wait and see if husband returns!

To be continued...