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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I am but a simple man with simple needs trying to make some sense out of this crazy complex world.

I just happen to write about it online as well.

Then there are the detractors. Derivative and reactionary, IMO. But sometimes good for a chuckle or at least for a good head-scratchin' moment. Or so I’ve thought.

This one has been around for a while:

The World According to Pete According to Me

Now there's a strong up-and-comer looking to make a name for him/her/itself at:

I Really Hate Pete

But yesterday I received what amounts to a wake up call, from a fan in Norway no less, who wrote in part:

“I enjoy reading thine observations, so knit to the point, and so, well, so true.

Without wanting to scare thee, having thine post of October 8th on the subject in mind, kindly let me make thee aware of the blog “I Really Hate Pete“. What is here being given is not funny.

Keep up thy good work. Christ guide thee.


That got me to thinking. Good God, what have I done? Why do my simple observations inspire such passion? And such hatred? It’s like Proverbs 10:18 all over again!

I took a long, hard look at what I’d been doing and the various and sundry reactions. And I had a moment of inspired revelation! It was something straight out of Romans 12:18-20.

Yes, my life had become so empty. I had a crisis of words. So I did what any level-headed object of idolatry would do.

I decided to accept Jesus Christ into my heart.

Jesus is now resting comfortably in my heart. With that knowledge I find wisdom. Just like Psalms 111:10 told me I would.

So today I went out for a walk. Jesus walked with me. I stopped at the convenience store to buy a coffee. I wanted one of those fancy flavored cold bottled coffees. The Starbucks brand was $1.99 while the same-sized generic brand was only $1.29. So I thought to myself, “What would Jesus do?” I figured he’s buy the cheaper brand so I did too. I saved 70 cents. Praise Jesus!

On my way home, I swung by McDonald’s and ordered a hamburger. Before eating it, I said a little prayer for the cow who died so that I may live. In a way, that cow was a little like Jesus.

It’s about time for me to go to work now. I will be doing the Lord’s work today.

And when I get home tonight I won’t be sleeping alone anymore.

I’ll be sleeping with Jesus.



posted by Pete 12:29 PM
Monday, November 14, 2005
[[ THE MENU ]]

“Sabuddy's is an Israeli restaurant featuring the standard list of Middle Eastern dishes, but noteworthy for its chicken shawarma. Tempe has a number of Middle Eastern restaurants not far from Mill Ave., but Sabuddy's has by far the best shawarma. Cooked on a spit and scraped off for pitas or the entree version, this dish is highly recommended...

…The menu also has some other entrees unique to the restaurant (like Jerusalem meatballs, I think), but I never paid much attention to those since the shawarma (which comes with funny kinds of pickles) is so good.” – from a review on igougo.com

My housemates and I went to Sabuddy's – or as I call it, “that A-rab restaurant” – over the weekend. Its simple décor and casual atmosphere belies an elegant class that even some of the fancier eateries can’t quite capture.

I felt woefully underdressed and said so, adding I might have been more comfortable had I strapped some explosives to my chest before getting dressed. All three housemates furrowed their brows collectively when I made that comment. But such attire might've made the staff a little too nostalgic for the old country so it's probably better that I went "non-suicide casual" instead.

While we were looking over the menu, the waiter came over and sung the praises of the chicken shawarma. He kept referring to it as "the most popular dish" at Sabuddy's and went on and on about how delicious it was. We asked for a few more minutes to decide so he went to take some other orders.

A few minutes later my housemate Chris excused himself and went to find the restroom. While he was gone, the waiter returned so I asked, "What's the least popular dish?"

He looked a bit stunned then went on to say it was the Jerusalem meatballs, quickly adding, "But not because it isn't good. It's good but just isn't ordered very often."

Trying to reassure him, I said I understood then added, "Meatballs just aren't as popular as they used to be, you know, back in the day."

The waiter wandered off looking dazed and Chris soon returned.

None of us mentioned that whole "least popular dish" episode to him; sometimes it's better to just let sleeping meatballs lie.

When we finally ordered, Lindsey and I both got the beef stew, Dena had her heart set on the chocolate mousse, and Chris… well, Chris ended up asking for a big heaping plate of Jerusalem meatballs.

And was slightly taken aback for a moment when the rest of us looked ever so tickled by his choice.


posted by Pete 1:00 PM
Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Just the other night, I was hanging out at the bar with my friend Rachel and a few other people when the subject of attracting weirdoes came up.

We all agreed that, for whatever reason, we all seem to attract the strange ones. Or as Rachel put it, "They always come up and want to talk to me."

When I pointed out that I've had my share of random conversations started by odd strangers, she replied, "Yeah, but do they also hit on you?"

I had to admit that – No! - I couldn't recall that ever happening. Mostly they just wanted to talk about all manner of high weirdness.

But, you see, God has a sick sense of humor.

The very next morning I was walking down to the convenience store when I was approached by this guy wearing a pink shirt and tight black pants.

"Do you have a cigarette?" he asked.

I told him I didn't and, in fact, I was headed to the store to buy some.

We parted ways, but a moment later he called me back and asked where I got my hair cut because he was a hairdresser so if I was looking for somebody, well...

...and he handed me his business card. Then he extended his hand, we shook, and he was off and running with some kind of slick Q &A...

"Sometimes I'll cut hair at my house so I can make a little money on the side. What's your name? What do you do for a living? Do you like the neighborhood around here? What are you plans for today? How about that weather we've been having?"

And on and on and on. All of which ended with him saying...

"I'm just going to get something to eat. If you're not busy we can meet down at the store in a little bit. I only live a few blocks away. I can show you my place if you'd like."

All of a sudden I didn't think it was about giving me a haircut anymore.

I felt so dirty and uncut.

So I made up an excuse, telling him I already had plans with my redneck friends that mostly involved riding around in a pickup truck looking for random homosexuals to beat up, and made a quick getaway.

On my way home, I recalled the conversation I had with Rachel the night before and realized I had just gotten a little taste of what she must experience on a regular basis.

Then I thought to myself...

God, sometimes it must really suck to be her. She's just minding her own business and then having to deal with intrusions like that.

So I plan on telling her about this epiphany I've had the very next time I'm hitting on her.


posted by Pete 11:06 AM