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All those hours of hard work that I put into watching SportsCenter (often the same episode back-to-back) have paid off!

Last night they aired the story of Aaron Fotheringham, a teenager from Las Vegas who, despite being born with spina bifida, became the first person ever to land a wheelchair backflip — at a skatepark, of course.

Aaron seems like a remarkable kid — he has overcome so much in his life. And the story gets better: this feature told the story of how he has been inspiring other kids like him around the world. One 4-year old, Zach, had suffered a stroke at 18 months that left him a wheelchair as well. ESPN caught up with Zach as he got to spend a couple of days with his idol, Aaron:

Their connection is immediate and real, as Zach’s laughter echoes across the contours of the park, his eyes never leaving Aaron’s dashing chair. Watching it all in front of her, Linda Puddy wipes away her tears. “I didn’t know what to do until I saw Aaron, and then I knew,” she says. “It gives Zachary a direction to go.” “He’s a hero,” she says, watching the teenager pushing her son down a small slope. “Zach thinks that Aaron flies.”

Who needs those NBA commercials to make us cry when we’ve got inspirational stories like Aaron’s?

According to this story on NPR’s Morning Edition, a Japanese cosmetics firm offers “heartache leave” to its employees who have just broken up with a significant other. They even recognize different levels of grief employees might endure from breaking up with a boyfriend or girlfriend, offering three days to older employees (while the presumably more resilient younger employees get one day to recover).

Although it might seem like just another Japanese cultural oddity (for those who hate getting their hair in their noodlesfor those who need to blow their nose at all timesfor those who must smoke mass quantities right now!) it is actually kind of nice for employers to recognize that the automatons filling all those cubicles are actual human beings.  A little bit of empathy can go a long way.

Like Eugene Cho, 2007 was my first year of really engaging the blogosphere (however, unlike Eugene, I do not regularly generate 200+ comments. Dat mange iz populerz like da kittyz!). In many ways, blogging has been a kind of spiritual discipline for me — though not nearly as awesome as Bruce Reyes-Chow’s take on blogging as spiritual discipline (Reyes-Chow in 2008!) and a way to get my head around different things, not to mention a forum for my inner music-nerd’s need to make lists.

One of the best, and most surprising, parts of this bloggy year has been making friends — actual friends with whom I have shared an inner resonance about life, ministry, music and community. Although I still worry that it sounds totally wrong when I say it, I am glad to have met several friends this past year through the internet. I have also been very glad to re-connect with several old friends via Facebook, potential scourge of humanity and harbinger of the apocalypse but wonderful host to online Scrabble and Tetris competitions. I missed the whole MySpace thing (most pages leave me feeling on the verge of a seizure) but FB has been a great way to catch up with friends from all over the country I haven’t heard from in years.

Yesterday, I met up with Jason Evans for lunch at Sipz (vegetarian food even a total meat-eater like myself can enjoy). While it was his impeccable taste in music (Battles! Old school San Diego noise punk bands! Hooray!!) that initially set off our email communications, I really enjoyed hearing about Jason’s intentional community and how God might be leading him & his family in the future. I find great encouragement listening to the stories of those for whom the Gospel encompasses all of life — for me, that’s what missional living is all about.

My wife was teasing me because I was all excited to have a friend with whom to attend concerts now!

Earlier this week, we were up in the LA wasteland area and I was reminded of how much I really, really dislike driving there (I’m trying to refrain from saying that I hate it because, as we’ve been teaching our daughter, that’s a very strong word — but, seriously, I was on the verge of losing it completely the whole time we were driving around). One thing I do miss, though, is Air Talk with Larry Mantle on KPCC, the local NPR station up there. Larry Mantle is a great interviewer but, like Cinderella shrilled, you don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone.

Here in SD, I have tried to supplant my morning Mantle with These Days on KPBS, hosted by Tom Fudge — with mixed results. I’m not saying anything bad about Fudge — I mean, the man bikes to work (and survived a scary accident after being hit by a car while biking to work one morning); I think I was just used to Larry Mantle’s banter and rhythm.

I did hear a really interesting topic recently on These Days: “Apologies: Do Them Meaningfully and Gracefully Accept Them.” Politicians are infamous for non-apologies. Think, Mistakes were made, “We” made mistakes or If I did anything wrong… One guest, Dr. Bruce Weinstein, points out that the classic non-apology, “I’m sorry if you were offended” is actually a thinly veiled criticism: “Well, it’s your fault for being so thin-skinned or weak in character anyways.”

Life together is so messy. In any kind of community (families, churches, friends, workplaces) we constantly run the risk of stepping on each other’s toes, whether consciously done or not. Jokes gone wrong, careless words, thoughtless actions: We hurt the people we love, we mess up all the time. While we don’t want to become a groveling heap, learning to apologize sincerely is crucial if we hope to create, build and sustain genuine community.

I appreciate John Ortberg’s idea on forgiveness from Everybody’s Normal Till You Get To Know Them: “Forgiveness begins when we give up the quest to get even.” This is an enormous sticking point for most people; accomplishing it would be nothing short of life-changing. As my wife recently heard from a speaker at her MOPS group, when we choose not to forgive someone else it’s like drinking poison and wishing that they would die. However, I find myself often content to forgive and forget… that you ever existed at all. But the story of the Gospel is one of reconciliation, not avoidance passed off as forgiveness. If we are to live as God’s people, we must learn to forgive and how to ask for forgiveness.

We live in a culture of non-apologies — it’s all damage control and spin. While that might play well to focus groups, it does little for actual relationships. Instead, may we choose the hard path of humility, sincerity and responsibility.

As an aside from my recent Radiohead post, I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to sow seeds of discontent in our hearts. Amidst the hype and reviews of In Rainbows stirred a mild controversy — audiophiles were up in arms because Radiohead had the audacity to release their album in MP3s encoded at 160kbps. Never mind that most people paid nothing for their download of In Rainbows: How dare Thom Yorke and company defile our sensitive ears with inferior aural tones!

After looking into it a bit, most people seemed to be saying that unless one is a serious audiophile and/or has a high-end home stereo, there is not much of a difference between importing songs at 160 or 192kbps (or even 256kbps). I tested out this theory by importing the same song at different bitrates and, sure enough, I wasn’t really able to detect any significant differences.

But that little seed of discontent — everyone knows that 160kbps is the moral equivalent of stealing from grandmas — has already been sown in my heart. You see, I had been importing my songs at 160 in blissful ignorance but, suddenly, this was no longer an acceptable ethical option. For awhile, I sat there staring at my iTunes library, angry at these MP3s smirking back at me with their inferior sarcasm. Granted, my music library is not as vast as some claim (does a person even have time to listen to 50,000 song?) but it would take forever and a half to re-rip all of my CDs. But if I don’t, then I’m a bad man.

Perhaps this little discontented episode merely reveals my own strange, neurotic tendencies — but sometimes it doesn’t take much for us to begin grumbling, complaining, comparing and generally grousing about. The grass is always greener… isn’t it?

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Even further aside, can anyone explain to me the runaway popularity of “I Can Has Cheezburger“? A couple months back, Wired was wondering the same thing. Well, perhaps it is not mine to question but just to enjoy the photos of cats mowing the lawn with invisible mowers and kittens infected with disco fever.