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Jonni the Red

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Holy crap, this thing still works... [25 Dec 2007|11:18am]
[ mood | DayQuilled ]

In case we haven't spoken with each other since my last lj post, I'm back from Denmark.  It was beautiful, full of Danish culture and Danish food and Danish beer and... Danes.

Since I got back, however, I've found I have a harder time finding a culture to relate to in my own country.  Regardless, it's good to be home.  Let's hang out soon. 

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[22 Mar 2006|01:38pm]
Two weeks until I go to DENMARK.

YES, I'M GOING TO DENMARK. THE MOTHERLAND. THE BIG "D."

Daneland.
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[18 Nov 2005|08:47am]
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FILTHY ROTTEN SINNER [20 Oct 2005|09:34pm]


Check me out!


Yeah, Max Simmons forced me (at gunpoint) to get a MySpace account.
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The only good Wilma will ever do for us. [20 Oct 2005|04:26pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

So what's the surf like?

I need to know for daydreaming purposes...

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[18 Oct 2005|01:33am]
Lately I've come out of my busy mind to find myself missing home. Trouble is, I AM home. Chicago is orbiting into winter, and as that happens I'm forcibly reminded of all the past winters I've spent in my past homes.

If time was truly a line (as the calendars would lead us to believe), all those past winters and past homes would still exist somewhere. SOMEWHERE I'd still be everywhere I've ever been. And if that's the case, I'd find a way to smush them all together into the present... if I wasn't such a tiny speck.

Some tiny specks prefer to call themselves "scientists," and some of those scientists--as their name suggests-- believe in a god named Science who can justify the universe's existence. While the honest ones examined their surroundings to find ultimate Truth, others INVENTED (key word) formulas to explain away and cope with what they saw. I'm beginning to suspect that the latter took existence, stretched it out, drew lines on it, and slapped it on a glossy calendar to help themselves deny the idea that some invisible monster was effortlessly creating the future and gobbling up the past.

That idea may be truth. If so, the only thing left of it is an impression in mankind's brain tissue.

That would be a tough one to accept.
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[21 Sep 2005|05:14pm]
I hate to jinx it like I do nearly every year, but MY BIRTHDAY'S ON SUNDAY AND IT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING!

Yes, that's right; I'm turning 21 on Sunday and I can't have one single beer.

However, I am leading worship with Ami and Glenn Kaiser that morning. Any of you who have ever heard me talk about Mr. Kaiser would know that watching him play made me feel like I absolutely needed to come visit Jesus People USA. It blows my mind; I'm scared to death.

That evening, the Moss Family and a few friends are taking me out to the legendary Green Mill to watch some quality jazz.

Then the next day I'm taking a bus to Bushnell, IL, where I'll spend six luxurious days on the Cornerstone grounds with a fishing pole, Michael Harris' dobro, and the Good Lord.

I've been thinking lately that being a monk of drinking age may be somewhat difficult. Oh geez, I love beer. And I love Jesus... not much of a competition, but the conflict still hurts.
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[06 Sep 2005|12:12am]

Heartache is just a growing pain.Collapse )
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[28 Aug 2005|01:27pm]



This is life at JPUSACollapse )
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[28 Aug 2005|09:23am]
[ mood | caffeined ]

I still listen to The Postal Service. I really do. I mean, regularly.

Some indie snob from Pitchfork Media said it had a "dramedy about quarter-life crisis sensation." First of all, I'm sure he (at the ripe old age of 25, maybe 30) should know for a fact that quarter-life crisis--the time when one typically starts discovering the world's realities--is real. And second, he's probably just bitter that his Krautfolk project didn't make it off the ground. Trite heiffer.

He did say that "We Will Become Silhouettes" could be featured on the sountrack for 56 Days Later. That was pretty good.

In other news, I'm now one of your trusted coordinators here at Jesus People USA.  Yes, that's right, I'm coordinating.  "What, pray tell, is coordinating?" you may ask.  Well, my trusted reader, I haven't a clue.  I ask myself that question every day, and that is exactly what one must do to keep his mind in such a position.  One who thinks he's found an exact job description is only partially getting the point.  Routine is job failure, I suppose.

Thinking that life has a formula has been a large contributor to my discontent with life.  No matter what I rationalized, some things paid off and some things didn't.  Deeds paying off and not paying off, I believe, can land at any given point on the positive-negative scale.  Regardless, the Good Lord makes use of positive and negative; He's comforting that way.

One thing that always pays off is contentment.  I never really thought of it as an ecstatic feeling, but it is; it truly is.  One who is in such a state finds himself fascinated with the reality that surrounds him.  He sees the richness of humantiy as a blessing from God and the impoverished soul as room for the Lord's work to be done.  But because of the impoverished nature of humanity, the redeemed still slips in and out of this state of wonder.

I wonder what happened to that drunk kid who threw my iPod in the toilet.

I could rant for hours.  Life is pretty colorful these days.

Your Fascinated Friend Who Loves You,
Jonni Greth

P.S.  Glenn Kaiser asked me to lead worship with him and his daughter next Sunday.  This should be amazing.

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[22 Aug 2005|08:06am]
Eg likker ikkje jobet mitt i dag, men KVA kan du gjere?
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[15 Aug 2005|04:32pm]
Mikey...

You know what tastes just like Troellmannens te? Mate de coca. Yes, that's right-- coca leaf tea.

Just thought I'd let you know.
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[02 Aug 2005|02:57pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

How am I doing? Aww, thanks for asking. Um, fine. The word "fine" has a legitimate part in my vocabulary, but only when I find myself in predictable situations. For example, I predicted that if I didn't skip town soon, I'd stand there in awe while my surroundings fell apart and rearranged themselves in an unrecognizable shape. Such has been the pattern of current events.

My dreams have been playing tricks on my consciousness as well: I recently fell asleep to find that Pastor Neil has been overtaken by a strong desire to eat people. A night soon after I stumbled across a secret passageway that led to an underground complex of lush apartments owned by JPUSA's royal families; I stumbled out to find that my sister had murdered her best friend and hid the body.

Mikey told me he'd once been chased by a demon-possessed Glenn Kaiser.   These dreams better not be prophetic.

However, through all this, I've finally found a place I can turn to: Collapse )

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[24 Jun 2005|06:15pm]
I'm playing at Cornerstone. Holy geez, I've been wanting to do that since I was ELEVEN.

So come watch me. It'll be sw33t.

Or come visit as soon as you can.
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HXC POETRY SLAM! [04 Jun 2005|04:31pm]
I felt the shadows of a pressured existence
Weigh down on my soul,
Embracing the bloody wings of broken angels
Sighing for relief amidst the ruins
Of our church's pulpit.

She lifted me to my feet and whispered,
"You're so beautiful when you bleed--
I live for eternity in your fog."

Chuggity chug chug
Chunkity chug chickity chug
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech
Weedle weedle screeeeeeeech
Chowwowoowowoowowowowoowoowooowwwwww

(chug... chug... chug)

... and our souls are broken. Darling.
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[10 May 2005|08:53am]
I'll be in town from the 16th through the 22nd.
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[25 Mar 2005|05:04pm]
What do you do when everything you thought you were familiar with gets turned on its head? Beats me.

Right now I've given myself a few choices:

First (and most tempting)-- I could skip town. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that the last of my best friends is no longer the same person; therefore, no place on earth contains anyone who knows me better than some random person in the next town. This new sap I make friends with can be brought up to speed in a day and thus has the potential to be as close a friend as anyone in Chicago... especially if I meet this person on my Scandinavian tour with Jim St. James.

Second (and secondmost tempting)-- Hire a mysterious, unnamed Troll to HUNT HIM DOWN LIKE A BOAR. This option is tempting mostly for its entertainment value ('cause YOU KNOW the entire process would be documented by some lj slut taking digital pics of every gorey detail)... most definitely fun, but not really the lasting enjoyment I'm looking for.

Third (and least tempting, but most important)-- Stay in the place God tells me is the best for me.











CRAP.
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Indbildte Venner #3 [06 Mar 2005|03:18am]
Going by a table of old men:

Old Man: Dav!
(You stop)
You: Hvad sagde du?
Old Man: Jeg sagde "Dav!" Hvordan gaar det?
You: Uh, det gaar meget fint, jeg synes. Hvad med dig?
Old Man: Godt. (He also says something you can't quite understand)
You: En gang til?

Then you wake up.

I NEVER remember my dreams, but for the past few nights I've been having dreams of speaking Danish with old men in a restaurant. Then today I went to coffee with two of my JPUSA friends and a Danish couple, Liv and Heine. Heine heard that I spoke a little Danish.

He asked me, "Saa du kan forstaar mig nu?" and I was so happy to hear someone speak Danish to me that I got completely flustered and had no idea what to say back. It was the exact same euphoria I felt in the dreams.

So now I want to see the Motherland more than ever. I just hope God has the same plans for me.
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920 is the new 902 [05 Mar 2005|12:36am]
Shane and I are kicking back at the shelter with some yerba mate, lichee tea, Dancer in the Dark, and an assortment of quality metal on iTunes. Mikey's back at the house, probably talking Viking lore with his family head. Jesus is cool.

I have much more important things to say, but I'd hate to waste them on a computer screen.

So write me letters. Seriously:

Jonni Greth
920 Wilson Ave. Rm. #23
Chicago, IL, 60640
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[05 Feb 2005|07:33pm]
So I'm about to go on stage at Java Jim's Music Theatre in Laporte, IN, to play a few of my new songs.

This place is by far the hippest venue I've ever set foot in. He's been planning for years to open up a place in Pensacola, and I heard a dirty little rumour that a few of the P'cola kids didn't quite like the idea.

I'm telling you, the panhandle needs one of these joints, and if you disagree I'll viciously slander you on livejournal.
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