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The Blog is Moving.

(My bags are packed, and I'm ready to go.)

Starting today, my new blog address will be:
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It's time to put a new dress on her.

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(Suitcase photo by Heather)

I Think This is Better

...than Buy Nothing Day: Make Something Day, courtesy of The Ecclesia Collective.

But I say we call it "Make Something Weekend," since my Friday will be consumed by my finishing these 25 pages of papers.

Let me know if you make anything, and maybe we'll get some ideas from each other.

[It's Thanksgiving so] Name that Psalmy Tune

I am thankful that God really likes good words and poetry and songs. I am thankful that the biggest book in the canon is a Songbook. I'm thankful for the mysterious way those Psalms have pulled me out of despair, so many times. I'm thankful that King David sang/shouted/asked such awful (and awfully honest) questions--like, God-Why-have-you-forsaken-me--and then Jesus shouted that self-same question on the cross. (Jesus must've sang a lot as he grew up.)

I'm thankful that God makes room for our questions, and then doesn't leave the room.

I am thankful for 150 songs of which I do not (yet) know the ancient tune, nor the official iTunes title.

One of the ways I try to interact with the Psalms is by giving the (boring) chapter numbers imaginary song-titles. (It was Tate Johnston's idea. I snuck into his Bible once.)

This summer I got a shiny-new TNIV and decided to write some Psalm song-titles all over again. Over the next week or so, I'll show you some of the titles I've made, in bundles of 15. (I started reading mid-songbook, so I'll start with Psalm 89). Feel free to add your own titles to your favorite secret Psalmy tunes:

Psalm's Song Titles, as I Imagine Them (89-103)

89. Even in Pain, Your Faithfulness Reigns
90. Our Days are so Short!
91. His Shelter and Protection
92. How to Stay Green and Fresh
93. Stronger than the Seas
94. Arise, Judge and Lover!
95. Do Not Harden our Hearts
96. The Righteous Judge is Coming!
97. The Lord of All the Earth
98. He Will Judge With Equity
99. Worship at His Feet
100. Say "Thank You" First
101. Help Me Live Your Justice
102. Pain and Promise
103. Forget Not His Goodness, You

(Headphone self-portrait by Shifty Eyes)

Mercy is Entirely the Subject

I ducked into my favorite local coffee shop early this morning and ordered an Americano in a warm mug. Sitting down, I felt slightly naked because I didn't have a book with me. I always carry something. (I think it's like policemen who carry guns.) At least I had my little moleskine journal.

Knowing that I needed to defrag from the flurry of papers I'm writing for classes, I thumbed through used books from the shop's corner shelves, and found a tattered gem: Writers at Work: The Paris Review Interviews. Interviews with poets like Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot, and Marianne Moore, and they're talking about the process of writing! (In 1963 it cost $1.65.) It's true. I get high on old books.

Robert Frost is interviewed first. His glib tone translates perfectly from those old tape recordings down onto the pages. I scribbled a handful of his words on the creative process, and a few concerning a certain ancient book:

"I noticed that the first time in the world's history when mercy is entirely the subject is in Jonah...Jonah is told to go and prophesy against the city and he knows God will let him down. He can't trust God to be unmerciful. You can trust God to be anything but unmerciful. So he ran away and--and got into a whale. That's the point of that and nobody notices it. They miss it." -Robert Frost

I like that Jesus even hides in the theology of old poets. In his pre-whale days, Jonah would only go to Ninevah if he could trust God to be unmerciful towards them. Since he (obviously) couldn't do that, Jonah runs, presumably pouting, "and got into a whale." Mercy is entirely the subject.

I am awfully good at pouting, I'm afraid. Isn't it strange how we humans want mercy for ourselves, but not for the ones we'd rather not forgive?

(Read the whole Frost interview here.)

(Mercy photo by Summers)

I Am

I am asked to impersonate Cinderella, on occasion.

I am taking Echinacea and the letter C in a preemptive attack on you, germs.

I am wondering how to get a Ph.D for free.

I am a collector of old paper goods that fold well.

I am sure that we fold well into each other when we are honest.

I am driven by the possibility of collectively unlocking the 90% latent creativity unused by the human brain.

I am convinced that the smartest principles are the ones Jesus taught.

I am glad when I notice that my friends are accidentally prophesying hope to each other.

I am motivated by seeing lives transformed incrementally. In the small moments that seem insignificant.

I am writing it all down.

(Photo by Pixelberber)

Mobile upload. Missing the Train.

The nice thing about missing the train is...having coffee with a great friend, instead. Ladies and gents, I give you Trevor Borden's wise hand.

Sad Mobile Upload. Stolen seat.

Late breaking news in the travel adventure. Someone stole my nice new bike seat with the great shocks. The wheel and axle were locked up, but how do you lock up a seat? Trying real hard to bless instead of cursing right now. Lord let the person who sits on that nice cushy seat have a radical encounter with you. And let me find a new seat tomorrow, please. Yeah.

Mobile upload. Beach bonfire.

At the beach, brother Jesse twirls fire.

Mobile upload. On train.

(My favorite place to hide.) Do you know the number? It's not twenty three.

Mobile upload. Flush.

This made me laugh.

Mobile upload. Union Station

The Amtrak lady took one look at me and said "Sorry. No bikes allowed on this train today." And then my eyebrows went sky high. And then she giggled. Amtrak lady got me. The train is delayed so I'm power reading. There's a guy behind me going to Carpinteria and wearing a large cowboy hat. Curious.

Mobile upload. LA metro

The weekend rucksack definately changed my center of gravity on the bike ride to the metro. But I made it.

Biking to Santa Barbara

To commemorate my second day of 28 years of age, I am trying something new. I'm biking from the Klein house in Altadena to Santa Barbara. Sweet Jesse Borden is planning a tri-birthday bonfire for Elise, Trevor, and I tonight. How could I miss that?

Yes, I'll be using some Metros and Amtraks and possibly a shuttle along the way, but I'm gonna try to do this whole trip without any cars. The trick is that on my back I'll have my red rucksack filled with clothes, books for writing papers due Wednesday, and one laptop named Pearl. I'll bike back from the Pasadena Metrolink just in time for Chuck Kraft's class at Fuller on Monday night.

I've got my helmet, Ma, don't worry.

Just me and my blue Schwinn, and some rail/metro tickets! I might send some mobile photos along the way.

"Hello," said You.

Thank you, one and all. A creative bunch, you are. I like birthdays. Thank you for humoring my weird birthday wish. I will continue to post any new photos as you email them to me. Look at all these beautiful people!

***Update: New transatlantic photos at the bottom!

Mama and Papa in Maryland (photo in Hawaii)

Baby Drake (standing in/sleeping in for Joy)

Pam and friends (Arusha, Tanzania)
(Sweet "Hello" in Swahili-ness!)

Morgan, Emily, Bruce, Allison, and Ziggy the Cat (Altadena, CA)
(I live in their house.)


Mack (Altadena, CA)
(I also live in her house.
It's the same house. Big happy family.)

Melissa (South Carolina)

Lisa (Arusha, Tanzania)

Cari (Santa Barbara - but her heart is in the Pacific NW)

Sweet Jane and Tilly (Prague, Czech Republic)

Heather (Arusha, Tanzania)

Byron (a.k.a. Captain Borgan), Chai, and Chapatis! (Some nice breakfast table in Tanzania)

Bill and Tina (Porto, Portugal via East Africa)

Colin (Arusha, Tanzania)


Dan and Sue (Altadena, CA)
(Mama and Papa of the Klein house)

Arianna (Santa Barbara, CA)

Lord, Won't You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz: Synchroblog

When it comes to Money, I'm afraid that the Church in the West often finds herself parodied by an old Janis Joplin song.

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

"Come on God, baby, I've worked so hard for you, can't you just..."
As Westerners, we tend to believe that God owes us financial providence in exchange for our allegiance and (our sometimes occasional) obedience. I know I've believed the lie. It's deep within the fabric of the American Dream. It's deep in foundations of the Western Church that was coddled by the Industrial Revolution. I know, because I'm a part of it.

Jesus sent his disciples out on journeys and told them to take nothing with them, to make no lodging arrangements, and to bring no provisions. He taught them to give up their rights to "things." He taught them how to rely on the Father for their needs.

I would like to be a part of calling the Church in the West back to doing what Jesus did, and teaching what he taught. When it comes to Money, Jesus warned us that our allegiance to God would be challenged by the stuff. Shouldn't that scare us, just a little?

I'm in my late twenties, and I'm only just starting to make sense of all of the mixed-messages I've received from the local church concerning money. In short, I wish the voice of the Church sounded more like the voice of Jesus. I wish I was taught to avoid debt at all costs, to live simply, and to rely on the Father, even if that means looking foolish.

I've failed enough at money. But I've resolved to learn all over again. I'm working to pay off my student loans as soon as possible, to ride a bike to save money, and to do my best to live simply. I really believe that simplicity is Sabbath. There is Rest in letting go. God has taken excellent care of me as I stumble along. I like that.

(Janis' Passport photo by Savaman)

Synchroblog Tomorrow: Money and Church

What happens when you put two taboo subjects together and discuss their relationship with each other? Find out by following the links to this month's SynchroBlog. Money and Church is the topic. Do you think they belong together? or is it a problem when they meet? Follow the links, and watch the fur fly!

• The Check That Controls


• Pushing The Camel: Why there might be more rich people in Heaven than in your local Church


• Trusting God- A new perspective


• Walking with the Camels


• Greed and Bitterness: Why Nobody's Got it Right About Money and The Church


• [Theocity (title TBA)]


• Money and the Church: A Fulltime Story


• But I Gave at Church


• Moving Out of Jesus Neighborhood


• Money and the Church: why the big fuss?


• Coffee Hour Morality


• Bling Bling in the Holy of Holies


• Magazinial Outreach


• Money's too tight to mention


• Bullshit


• The Bourgeois Elephant in the Missional/Emergent Living Room


• When the Church Gives


• Who, or What, Do You Worship


• Greed


• Silver and Gold Have We—Oops!


• The Church and money

Shameless Birthday Reminder

If you want to take part in my photo birthday present request, this is your friendly reminder. You've got about 24 hours, my friends.

Blog Your Heart Out - Part 3

Perhaps the silliest blog question I've been asked in recent days is, "Nelly, can you please help me pimp my blog?" And so, this post might also be delicately named, "Three Easy Ways to Pimp your Blog."

1. Use one or two widgets. They're free and make your blog more interactive. Stick them permanently in your sidebar panel, or in the occasional post. I use Beautiful Beta's widget for showing recent comments. I also sometimes use stuff from the vast assortment of widget-junk at Widgetbox. I also use Shelfari's book-displaying widget, and Majicwidget for the ever-wonderful blog poll.

Blogger has many pre-built widgets for you to arrange and use. Blogger users, just log in and click on the "Template" tab.

2. Use hyperlinks creatively in your posts. Make it easy for your readers to click around. Link to relevant things: your friends' excellent writing, other sassy blogs and news articles, your older posts that you'd wish people would uncover, etc.

(But try not to overuse the links like I just did in this hyper-linked post.)

3. Mix it up by using multi-media. Post a a homemade video or two, or post a short flick from YouTube. Posting from YouTube is very easy. Just find the white box that reads "embed" (likely to the right of your favorite video) and copy and paste that html into your post. Look, I'll do it for you here in 5 seconds. Trevor Borden's one minute hair-cut video is great:



Posting your own video on Blogger is even easier! When creating a new post, click on that little film icon on the far right of your editing bar, the one after the insert-image icon. Upload your flick. And there you go!

Who watches TV anymore, anyway?

(Pimp My Ride photo by Botogol)

What I'd Like For My Birthday

This Friday, on November 16th, I will step into my 28th year. If you'd like to know what I'd like for my birthday, well, I'm going to tell you.

I know, I know. I'm so cheeky.

I'd like for you to take a digitized photo of you in some place you enjoy, and send it to me by Thursday night, November 15th. In that simple photo I only have one request. I'd like for you to hold up a sign of some sort, and write the words, "Hello," says [insert your name here]." Be creative. I like that.

I know that some of you's are in non-English speaking lands, so if that's you, would you write the "hello" and the "says" part in your language? (Thanks.)

On Friday, if it's all right with you, I will post your photos here on "Hello," says Jenelle, and we'll all smile at each other. Good? Good. Good. Glad that's settled.

Send me those nice photos at freshgreenbeans at yahoo dot com. Go team.

(Hello Tree from Turkey by MinaFresh/Amanda)