Now before you go jumping to conclusions, no I’m not leaving Swiftyvillerton.  Jenn and I are reasonably happy here and don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.  The moving I’m talking about is moving blog homes.  You can find the link to my old blog, Humble Musings of a Curious Man, in the list of blogs called “blogroll”.

It’s kind of a weird feeling moving my online address.  It would seem that it shouldn’t be as big a deal as moving a real address, but I think this virtual move actually has me more anxious than my physical move from Regina to Swift Current last year.  In my real move I had to pack and move stuff in boxes to a new house 250km away.  How do you move something that doesn’t really physically exist though?  I can’t literally move my thoughts, my lists, and my pictures of from website to another.  I have to leave it behind.  It may be silly, but it is slightly traumatic to have to leave behind the thoughts and records of the past year of my life.  Physical stuff you can move, the abstract you can’t.  Technically I don’t have to fully leave it behind, it will still exist in perpetuity in it’s current place, but it won’t be where I call home now.  The links on my new page will take you to my book lists, music lists, and picture lists from my old site.  It’s just a lot easier to update those lists from where they are and quite frankly, it’s a little nicer looking to make the lists there because I don’t know how to code HTML.  It’s kind of a sad “see you later”, and not a total good-bye, but none the less I can’t help but feel a little emotional regarding my move to a new home.

 Well, I hope you all feel welcome to come and visit me in my new home on a regular basis.  The 3403 page views over the past year at my last home says that someone was visiting and reading on a regular basis, so I hope you enjoy my new residence here just as much.  I made the move for you!  That’s right, I didn’t move just because I wanted to move for the sake of it, I moved to the new site so that you could let me know that you were there to visit.  This new blog will allow you to leave comments on my posts without having to sign-up for anything or give all your personal information to Bill Co. (Microsoft).  I hope you will make use of this new feature and leave comments on my posts, otherwise this whole traumatic move will be for not.

Anyways, I’m glad I made the move.  I think this will be a good place to settle down for a long time.  Rest assured, I have no desire to go through this whole ordeal again anytime soon.  Have a good one, and come back to visit soon.  You can now find me at my new home at: Humble Musings of a Curious Man (Wordpress)

This may be a seemingly trivial post, and in reality it probably is, but this evening as I was perusing the blogs of friends of mine I was struck by the frustration of the limitations of my own blog.  Because my windows live space is controlled by the evil empire of Bill, they have made it so only people with windows live accounts (hotmail, etc.) can post comments on my blog.  This may seem small, but I think the "interaction" that you can get from people posting comments on your blog postings is an important part of the whole blogging experience.

I have contemplated starting a new blog elsewhere, on a site that would allow people to post their insightful or innocuous comments after my musings, but the fact that it would mean leaving behind what I've compiled over the past year on this blog is a major deterrent.  This site may not compare to Barth's "Church Dogmatics", it has become a place where I can compile my thoughts and my life.  I have never been a journaler before so this experience has been a stretch to start with, but I have really enjoyed it and I think it would be a shame to have to leave it all behind.

So I guess it comes down to this: What do you think?  I pose the question to you my loyal or unexpected readers.  Is it really worth all the trouble of leaving this all behind to gain the ability to let you the readers, the people in my life, leave comments and interact with my posts?  If Mr. T has the time to stop and pose for a picture looking thoughtful, the least I can do is take some time to actually think through it.  I'm pretty torn over the situation, so I'm looking for advice here.  Just leave a comment at the end of this post with your take on what I should do . . . oh that's right, you can't leave comments.  Anyways, you can always send me an email or a facebook message and try to counsel me through my insignificant crisis.  Thanks for your input.

It's hard to believe that it's been over 15 months since we moved here.  Time flies unbelievably fast the older I get, and am I getting old!  In that time since we moved here we have often been asked the question, "So how do you like Swift Current?"  Jenn and I have developed the standard answer for the standard question, "We like it, but it doesn't have a decent coffee shop."  This answer usually gets the same standard response, "What do you mean?  We have two Tim Horton's."  (Insert "sigh" here.)  Tim Horton's is all fine and dandy if you want a mediocre cup of coffee on the fly.  It's cheap and it has a drive through.  It needs to be understood though that Tim Horton's is not a coffee shop.  It is just a fast food joint that serves coffee.

Well, after 15 months of waiting and giving the standard answer to the standard question and then receiving the standard response, all the standards are going to have to be thrown out the window!  That's right, Swiftyvillerton is getting a real coffee shop!  Urban Ground opens on Monday and Jenn and I plan on being the first customers.  I am so excited about it I'm halfways tempted to sleep outside the front door as my brother did waiting for his Wii.  I miss real coffee so much.  I miss my medium, decaf, fat-free, triple latte.  Jenn misses her large, fat-free, sugar free, carmel machiatto.  If you don't know what that is, you don't know coffee.  This isn't a slight against your person, it just means that we live in different planes of existence in the coffee realm.

So like I said, all the standards get thrown out on the window on Monday.  I guess it means that I'm going to have to level with people totally and let them know that Swiftyvillerton is great, but in the end I still miss the hustle and bustle of Regina and the friends and family residing there.  I miss the sound of planes flying overhead at night and traffic on Ring Road.  Swiftyvillerton is great, and it even has a coffee shop now, but it still doesn't have everything.  I don't know if this small town is fully ready to embrace the coffee shop culture yet, but I'm going to do my best to prop up the business of Urban Ground single handedly if I have to.

Well in the last two weeks, it was the best of times and it was the worst of times.  This has been my life as the assistant coach and defensive co-ordinator of the Golden Gophers.  Two weeks ago we pitched our second straight defensive shutout, we scored our first touchdown of the year, we played hard through a driving rain in single digit temperatures that would make a grown man cry in agony, and of course our kids did too.  All of this happened on the way to winning our first game of the season.  The kids were starting to run and hit like real football players.  They seemed to finally get it!  It was so exciting that I lost my voice for a day or two afterwards.

 Then came the next week.  I wondered where our team went and who the kids wearing the yellow jersey's were.  The team was terrible.  The didn't run.  They didn't hit.  They didn't know the plays.  They looked like figure skaters with football jerseys on, minus the athleticism.  We got absolutely trounced.  It was honestly embarrassing.  It was a team we should have at least played closely if not beaten, and instead we were never really in it losing 12-0.  I love being their coach and all, but that was about as frustrated as I've been since . . . oh ya, since I watched Brian Griese play like Rex Grossman minus the arm strength earlier that afternoon.  All in all it was a terrible day for football.

Then it was just tonight it kind of realized that if the inconsistancy of my middle school boys minor football team frustrated me that much, how much more frustrating must it be for God to see the consistant incosistancy in our lives and in the life of the church.  We sometimes get things so right, and then turn around and blow it just as badly, often all within a given day!  If I'm going to get frustrated and make my team run wind sprints at practice after Sunday's game, than I should deal with myself with the same kind of conviction when I show that kind of inconsistancy.  All I can do is hope that the difficult practices lead to more consistancy for my team and in my life.