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Close but not quite: Subaru vehicle finder function

 

Our new 2009 Subaru Forester (named “Rory”) is pretty awesome.  We love him.  [28-32 mpg on the highway, by the way.]  Lots of great features like huge moonroof, Sirius Radio, comfy seats, steering wheel controls.  And then there’s the remote key fob which I just love.

 

No more manually locking and unlocking the doors. 

 

Yes…but the engineers weren’t quite thinking with this one.  From the manual:

 

“Vehicle Finder Function

 

Use this function to find your vehicle parked among many vehicles in a large parking lot.  Provided you are within 30 feet of the vehicle, pressing the lock button three times in a 5-second period will cause your vehicle’s horn to sound once and its turn signal lights to flash three times.”

 

Sounds cool….but 30 feet?!  30 feet, 10 yards, is a longish golf put, a first down, 14 pairs of my shoes lined up toe to toe, or 5.8 Megans lying down.  If you’re standing 30 feet from your car, and can’t see it, I’d have real reservations about your driving abilities.

 

Now where did I park my car?

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A few thousand miles down

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 Road Trip Report

 All is well in the midwest. Over five days we’ve traveled 2372 miles, driven through eight states, picked up and dropped off a friend (still on amicable terms), seen “old” friends in three states, and, best of all, Megan and I are still speaking to each other.

I’m still decompressing Scotland, and am basically on vacation, so I’m taking a wee break from any intense blog reflections. I’ll still post things, though, just maybe things a bit lighter more funner. Like…

Highs and lows, aka pows and wows, aka glorias and kyries, aka mountains and valleys, aka fillet mignon and off-brand SPAM, aka Macs and PCs. You get the picture.

Road trip…Spiffy stuff:

  • Megan and I figured out we can save $3.54 at Dairy Queen by sharing a large peanut butter cup blizzard (they don’t even charge you for the extra cup)
  • saw, firsthand, that Iowa City really is a cool city. Sadly, it’s quite messed up with flood damage, but the pedestrianized downtown rivals even Asheville. (Of course, we walked it in 75 degree July.)
  • Campground neighbors who are really kind, sharing their can opener, giving us watermelon, and fire starter, only silently laughing at our many gaffes.
  • Local brews at the Herkimer in Minneapolis
  • Old friends whipping up a real tasty and healthy veggie meal
  • four generations together at Megan’s farm
  • fancy mpg gauge-real time average is really handy

Not so cool:

  • Not having time to stop at Iowa 80, the biggest truck stop in the world (apologies, Heather)
  • first bird poop on the new car
  • not having time to run
  • internet withdrawal, not helped by leaving my charger in Iowa City
  • getting headaches from the sun due to lack of prescription sunglasses or new contacts or similar–hope to fix with those fancy grandparent-sunglasses-over-regular-glasses-sunglasses
  • fast food gets old fast
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Reflection: "god is NOT great" by Christopher Hitchens

I’m a member of two book groups at the moment, both at my local independent bookstore, Little Shop of Stories. One of the groups, Guys Who Read just read, god is NOT great: How Religion Poisons Everything by Christopher Hitchens. I jumped at the opportunity to read and discuss the book in a non-churchy environment, and though the turnout tonight wasn’t all that great, we had a more than worthwhile discussion.

Hitchens’ book–unlike many of us expected–was not about proofs about God or really about much theology at all. The book read like more of a polemic, not against God, but against religion.

Hitchens pulls out every negative example about anything religious he can think of (true or false), and posits that since some of these things having to do with religion are quite negative, then God must not exist and religion must be ultimately a power for evil.

Hitchens’ approach is not that of a careful philosopher able to describe her opponent’s position and anticipate refutations. Rather Hitchens arrogantly dismisses all religion and those who espouse them without a whiff of respect, intellectual humility, or willingness to consider different viewpoints.

Now I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy the book, nor that I never agreed with Hitchens. In fact, I found myself nodding in agreement more than I anticipated. You see Hitchens kept making points that he figured would make me think God didn’t exist, or that religion was stupid, but really they just confirmed my previous thinking that God is mysterious and calls us to think deeply; that indeed, religion can quickly become too much about people and too little about God.

For example, Hitchens decries some Christians groups’ opposition to the HPV vaccine that prevents cervical cancer. He seems to suggest that since some groups of Christians oppose the vaccine (because they think it encourages pre-marrital sex), that all religions are inept and deluded. News flash: I’m a Christian, and I support the vaccine…oh, and I’m not alone. And so he goes, on and on about evolution–which I think I worked out one morning in 3rd grade sunday school–and about slavery, and the crusades, and, well, you get the picture.

He sets up false logic that just doesn’t follow for most mainliners, “Either the Gospels are in some sense literal truth, or the whole thing is essentially a fraud and perhaps an immoral one at that.” p. 120

I don’t know what he might mean by “literal truth,” but to anyone who has read the Bible, the implication that the four gospels describe the story of Jesus in different ways isn’t exactly a faith challenging claim.  I doubt it leads many to think of Christianity as a fraud.  But Hitchens then goes further–though without any explanation–writing ever so briefly that in fact Jesus the human never existed at all.

All this said, I actually enjoyed reading the book (well, at least the first 200 pages). Sometimes I feel a bit sheltered in my Christian seminary life, and I really appreciated considering another perspective. And heck, at least his arrogance was entertaining from time to time.

Book group was pretty solid too, discussing my personal faith with a former Jew and now atheist who wants to believe but can’t. The frank, probing, respective conversation reminded me of my two favorite pastoral visits last year.

On both occasions I arrived to a warm welcome, and minutes later the (former) church member was describing how he now espoused a staunch atheism. The ensuing conversations were the most honest, forthright, and deep of any one-time visit in which I’d ever been privileged to take part.

So I don’t really not recommend the book, but I don’t exactly recommend it either. For thinking Christians, it’s not a book to be scared of, but really nothing much to get worked up about either. That said, if you have the opportunity to discuss it with a diverse group, I’d recommend the read for what the discussion might bring.

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Road Trip

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Two days from now, we’ll be hitting the road for Montreat, NC, the first stop on our 2.5 week road trip adventure.  Major stops along the way include, Harrisonburg, VA; Iowa City, IA; Minneapolis-St. Paul; Fairdale, ND; Aspen, CO; Overland Park, KA.  

It should be fun times all around.  We’re picking up a dear friend in VA, hanging out with college and seminary friends in Iowa, doing the family thing in ND, seeing my brother at the Aspen Music

 Festival, and wedding-it-up in KA.  

 

Of course, that won’t be all our stops.  Courtesy of the hilarious website Roadside America,

 we’ll try to take in fascinating cultural phenomenons such as the

  Giant Buffalo Bill Statue, or the World’s Largest Rocking Chair in Indiana, or the Kansas Barbed Wire Museum.  

If I find the time, I’ll also plan a few stops along the way at restaurants from RoadFood.com, a site that chronicles good local food along America’s highways–I’m always up for some good BBQ.  

Our specific route is undetermined, but here’s a google map image to get you thinking in the right direction.  According to google, we’re right at 5,000 miles.  Considering flying the six segments would have cost thousands, we’ll just have to suck up the $4+ gas prices.  Even so, it’s much less than Scotland and our car gets solid mileage.

 

I’ll be blogging along the way–from campfires, hotel rooms, and free wireless at Krystal–and will definitely be making the most of Sirius Radio.  Now, though, for those last minute provisions…

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Any help out there?

Sure, sometimes I’ll play along in a conversation pretending I know more about a certain topic than I really do.  It’s just polite.  For instance, if a conversation is humming and a name is dropped, “you know, like _____,” sometimes it’s just best to smile and nod and not break up the lilt of the discussion if you generally get the idea.  Well, Megan and I are road-tripping it next week, and to commune with the great outdoors (and save money) we’ll be camping at a few spots along the way.  

Now I really like the idea of camping.  I love nature.  Cooking simply is fun.  Chatting round a campfire is heavenly.  But I’m not a huge fan of bugs, or dirt, or getting soaked while sleeping.  Add in the fact that neither Megan nor I have camped for, say, 15 years, and we may have some fun stories.  [My previous camping experiences include getting soaked in a tropical storm, having more sand join me in the tent than out while camping on a windy beach, and getting mauled by a rabid teething bear in heat (ok, I made one of those up.)]

So I’d love to hear any advice from more seasoned campers out there.  I haven’t done big internet research, so I’d even enjoy being alerted to some camping websites.  

Quite sensibly, I thought, I just set up our tent in the living room for practice.  Get this: I didn’t even need the instructions!  (Well, I also couldn’t find them until it was already up so I didn’t have much choice.)  

We got it from Target as a wedding gift–or from friends from Target–and this will be its first trip.   It ended up being much bigger than I expected but that’s great, I guess.  I fit in it length and width-wise, which is handy for a 6’3”er.  It also has a “shoe pocket” to hold dirty shoes in limbo between the tent door and inside floor which I’m totally cool with.  (The Scouts always say cleanliness is a virtue.)

 

Location, Location, Location


Our first night we’ll be camping after picking a friend up in VA, so we’re thinking somewhere in Eastern KY.  Greenbo Lake State Park looks like a good option, but I’m up for suggestions.   
($14 for site sounds pretty spiffy, but should we pay the extra cash for a non primative site so we have power??)

Looks like we’ll also need to stay in eastern or central SD for a night.  Ideas?  

We may camp some in North Dakota with or about Megan’s family, but then we’re off to Aspen, Colorado to see my brother.  Does anybody know of any good sites in Aspen–I know there’s millions, but a personal recommendation is always best?  Should we go public or private?  Better to stay a ways out of Aspen or stay close in?  

 

Gear

Then there’s the exciting possibilities of buying gadgetry.  We’re thinking about this stove/grill from REI. Bueno?    

And we’ll need another camping chair…

And mats for sleeping…

And perhaps a lantern if we’re thinking big… 

 

Ok, so I’m off to buy a new atlas and batteries for our flashlights and a plastic ice freeze dealio thingy for the cooler.  Please don’t hesitate to offer advice–I can build a campfire, but not without the help of several handfulls of pine needles and a generous supply of matches.  I’m sure the trip will bring many laughs, but I think I’d best not just smile and nod in preparation.  

 

 

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Review: “Feel” by Matthew Elliott

 

feel: the power of listening to your heart
Matthew Elliott
Tyndale House Publishers (March 5, 2008)
288 pages
ISBN-10: 141431664X

I’ll admit it, I put off reading feel (official website here) until the plane journey back from Scotland. The puke orange cover turned me off, and I’m not a big fan of lowercase book titles. Clearly, the author and publishers didn’t exactly have me in mind as a target audience–or the marketing department made a huge mistake–as this review will explain.

With the context of a more conservative American protestantism in mind, Elliott argues that Christians have too long suppressed their emotions in favor of a too intellectualized faith. Instead, Elliott writes, we should reclaim Biblical principles and listen to our hearts–embracing, not stifling our emotions.

To that I say, “sure.” As one who doesn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve and who understands that this trait is surely largely influenced by my culture and religious disposition, Elliott’s basic thesis challenged me in positive ways. But that’s about it. After reading feel I wasn’t pushed to a new place in my faith or life, just every so gently piqued to reconsider questions I ask myself regularly.

Elliott does deserve great credit on one account, however, for he wrote his PhD dissertation on the role of emotions in the New Testament. Elliott surely knows scads about emotions, the history of biblical interpretation, and where the two converge. He could have easily written to too high a level, scaring off the average reader. Elliott should be commended for taking the advice of his friend Stan who told him to “Throw your PhD in a safe, lock it, and write the thing out of your head.” (If I was in an especially critical mood, I’d say he could have used more clearly academic examples throughout rather than the folksy ones he chooses instead, but I’ll be nice–it’s a fine balance.  I mean, Calvin’s definition of faith is so throughly about feelings, and Calvin’s seal was a flaming heart!)

Surely, Elliott is correct in his assessment of some American religious traditions and their inappropriate squelching of emotions. Something happened in our history and we’ve made faith into a head trip, without enough heart and hands involvement. Much of American Christianity is all about being saved by making an intellectual discussion rather than loving God with our whole heart, soul, mind, and strength. So I appreciate Elliott’s intent. That said, I haven’t experienced sermons, as Elliott has, that preach specifically against emotions. In fact, my Columbia Seminary experience and Presbyterian ordination process, if anything, seeks to emphasize the role of emotions in one’s life. Seminary these days is all about discerning how one truly feels, verbalizing and working through the feelings, and reflecting on how these feelings affect your relationship with others.

So the book didn’t really do too much for me, though I was totally put off by some statements. For example, Elliott discusses how he has dealt with a recent bout with cancer. In a section on “keeping” emotions, he tries to argue for living in one’s emotions rather than writing them off–I’m all for that, totally. But then in the context of cancer, he discussed how the disease is “a test” for him and how he “should not waste his cancer” and therefore must believe it is a gift not a curse, and must use it as a means to witness to the truth and glory of Christ, and by his cancer learn never treat sin as casually as before [these are adapted from a list of John Piper]. I know dealing with cancer is crazy-hard and is best done in many difference ways, but Elliott’s assumptions that it is a test from God make me want to scream. That might be helpful for him, but I don’t think it’s a positive way forward for most folks, especially those in my future congregations. There’s another few examples like this–where Elliott’s much more conservative understanding of God’s actions in the world really get my hackles.

More helpful to me would have been some more practical examples of how one could feel more. I felt the book skimmed the surface for 288 long pages.  It was a nice skim, I get Elliott’s concept, I even agree with his thesis, but I don’t quite recommend the book.

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A big first

Wow.  Big day.  Yesterday I spend many hours buying health and car insurance.  Today, Megan and I bought our first car.  

Well, “first” because it’s the first car we bought while married, and we decided together, and we sold both our previous cars before leaving for Scotland as we’re committed to being a one car family (for as long as possible, at least).  

So meet ________, a 2009 Subaru Forester.  It’s a pretty rare breed actually: manual transmission (because we like to actually drive when we drive), PZEV (super clean engine), all weather package (heated seats, mirrors), and some fun adds like a bike rack, spoiler, and Sirius radio.  

Though we both swithered over whether to buy new or used, we bit the bullet for the Forester because it fit so much of what we wanted.  

We haven’t named her/him yet, which is a must.  My first car, a 1989 Nissan pickup is named Annabelle.  Megan’s first love, Chester, is an even older Ford Ranger.  So we’ve floated a few named for the Forester, but I’m insistent that it not be we that name the Forester, but the Forester who communicates her/his name to us.  

Of course I’d still up for hearing what names these pictures bring to mind.  Frank the Forester?  How about Iona?  Fergus?

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