On nick-names
Ever wonder how people get their nick-names?
Or, for that matter, their online (IM, chat etc) monikers?
With the exception of my IM moniker (which was the result of a LAN party, Ramen, and being up till four in the morning) I normally go by Fudi (Pronounced Food-EE) in point of fact if being called out from across a room I will normally respond to Fudi sooner than I will my own name.
Now some people get nick-names based on their initials (JP) or a shortening of their name (Matt, Kel, Lou, or Tam for example), other’s for physical traits, (Opi, who was instrumental in coining my own nick-name, more on this later), and still others for personality or other quirks, (Sneezy, happy, grumpy, well you get the idea).
That being said my moniker of Fudi was actually coined by a good friend of mine who was also a Matt, who bore a some-what scary resemblance to Opi (Hence his nick-name).
My point? I’m not sure, I lost it somewhere between 5:30 and now.
(Ironically, there’s at least one other fudi out there, and here I thought it would be a unique reference).
Right, well I’ve got to get ready to get myself into work.
Matthew “fudi” Furukawa signing off.
Current Stats:
Listening to: The House of Stone and Light by the Brown Derbies (Originally by Martin Page)
Reading: (See Previous Post)
Watching: The Clock!
I’m back!
Well technically I haven’t been gone, but comcast has finally seemed to fix the problems with my internet connection. (For how long remains to be seen). I would have posted this last night but with practice and all, (not to mention the drum rack that was, sitting in front of the computer, and now off to the side) I didn’t get a chance.
Current Stats:
Listening to: Collide by Howie Day
Reading: I swear I will finish the Any and the Elephant this weekend!
Watching: Nothing this early
On nick-names
Ever wonder how people get their nick-names?
Or, for that matter, their online (IM, chat etc) monikers?
With the exception of my IM moniker (which was the result of a LAN party, Ramen, and being up till four in the morning) I normally go by Fudi (Pronounced Food-EE) in point of fact if being called out from across a room I will normally respond to Fudi sooner than I will my own name.
Now some people get nick-names based on their initials (JP) or a shortening of their name (Matt, Kel, Lou, or Tam for example), other’s for physical traits, (Opi, who was instrumental in coining my own nick-name, more on this later), and still others for personality or other quirks, (Sneezy, happy, grumpy, well you get the idea).
That being said my moniker of Fudi was actually coined by a good friend of mine who was also a Matt, who bore a some-what scary resemblance to Opi (Hence his nick-name).
My point? I’m not sure, I lost it somewhere between 5:30 and now.
(Ironically, there’s at least one other fudi out there, and here I thought it would be a unique reference).
Right, well I’ve got to get ready to get myself into work.
Matthew “fudi” Furukawa signing off.
Current Stats:
Listening to: The House of Stone and Light by the Brown Derbies (Originally by Martin Page)
Reading: (See Previous Post)
Watching: The Clock!
I’m back!
Well technically I haven’t been gone, but comcast has finally seemed to fix the problems with my internet connection. (For how long remains to be seen). I would have posted this last night but with practice and all, (not to mention the drum rack that was, sitting in front of the computer, and now off to the side) I didn’t get a chance.
Current Stats:
Listening to: Collide by Howie Day
Reading: I swear I will finish the Any and the Elephant this weekend!
Watching: Nothing this early
I’m back!
Well technically I haven’t been gone, but comcast has finally seemed to fix the problems with my internet connection. (For how long remains to be seen). I would have posted this last night but with practice and all, (not to mention the drum rack that was, sitting in front of the computer, and now off to the side) I didn’t get a chance.
Current Stats:
Listening to: Collide by Howie Day
Reading: I swear I will finish the Any and the Elephant this weekend!
Watching: Nothing this early
I’m back!
Well technically I haven’t been gone, but comcast has finally seemed to fix the problems with my internet connection. (For how long remains to be seen). I would have posted this last night but with practice and all, (not to mention the drum rack that was, sitting in front of the computer, and now off to the side) I didn’t get a chance.
Current Stats:
Listening to: Collide by Howie Day
Reading: I swear I will finish the Any and the Elephant this weekend!
Watching: Nothing this early
East of Eden, (or Fruits and Faith)
Okay, so here’s the deal I have pounds to shed. By shed I mean loose, and by loose I mean purge never to be seen again. (Especially after Thanksgiving, anyone else running into that?) It’s not like it takes a phd in rocket science to figure out how to loose weight, consume less calories, increase body’s burning of said calories. One of the more culturally accepted manner is to eat more vegetables and less fast food, whilst adapting to, or developing an exercise regime.
Let me tackle the last part first, exercise, as a drummer I consider myself moderately active, but I’m starting to wake up an hour earlier in the morning so I have time to actually “Work Out” as it were. So that’s not much a problem a small matter of personal discipline is all.
Where said personal discipline (for me anyway) often flies out the window is on the subject of food. Food is a major issue for my whole family, (And not just the normal spread either, our family loves food culture in general). Now I’m not a grazer (who eats constantly) nor do I eat past the point I’m full, I do however have a particular unhealthy affection for food stuffs that have been fried deep in fat (more commonly known as deep fat fried).
While I do like a nice salad here and there and love my fresh fruits… I’m sorry but the flavor just doesn’t compare to a nice juicy cheeseburger! (Which is not deep fat fried, but I digress, regardless it’s still unhealthy).
Thus I come to my next point, has anyone else ever wondered what life was like in the Garden of Eden? I mean scripture says “trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food” so did they have fruits (Or vegetables) that tasted like, say pepperoni pizza?
Before you write this off as the crazed ramblings of a (soon to be) fast food deprived mind, consider this, Adam and Eve sinned against God by eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Now from my world view as a Christ follower I accept the following, God created the Heavens and the earth, and everything on the earth in six days, he made a tree, a TREE that eating it’s fruit gave the person who ate it knowledge of good and evil.
I accept all of that, (And honestly I still find it much more believable than evolution but that’s another debate for a much longer post), having accepted all that, does a fruit that tastes like pizza sound so difficult to accept?
Lunch break is over so I must return to work, how fun.
Current Stats:
Listening to: You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban
Reading: The Ant and the Elephant (You’d think I’d have finished this by now)
Watching: Nothing at the moment
East of Eden, (or Fruits and Faith)
Okay, so here’s the deal I have pounds to shed. By shed I mean loose, and by loose I mean purge never to be seen again. (Especially after Thanksgiving, anyone else running into that?) It’s not like it takes a phd in rocket science to figure out how to loose weight, consume less calories, increase body’s burning of said calories. One of the more culturally accepted manner is to eat more vegetables and less fast food, whilst adapting to, or developing an exercise regime.
Let me tackle the last part first, exercise, as a drummer I consider myself moderately active, but I’m starting to wake up an hour earlier in the morning so I have time to actually “Work Out” as it were. So that’s not much a problem a small matter of personal discipline is all.
Where said personal discipline (for me anyway) often flies out the window is on the subject of food. Food is a major issue for my whole family, (And not just the normal spread either, our family loves food culture in general). Now I’m not a grazer (who eats constantly) nor do I eat past the point I’m full, I do however have a particular unhealthy affection for food stuffs that have been fried deep in fat (more commonly known as deep fat fried).
While I do like a nice salad here and there and love my fresh fruits… I’m sorry but the flavor just doesn’t compare to a nice juicy cheeseburger! (Which is not deep fat fried, but I digress, regardless it’s still unhealthy).
Thus I come to my next point, has anyone else ever wondered what life was like in the Garden of Eden? I mean scripture says “trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food” so did they have fruits (Or vegetables) that tasted like, say pepperoni pizza?
Before you write this off as the crazed ramblings of a (soon to be) fast food deprived mind, consider this, Adam and Eve sinned against God by eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Now from my world view as a Christ follower I accept the following, God created the Heavens and the earth, and everything on the earth in six days, he made a tree, a TREE that eating it’s fruit gave the person who ate it knowledge of good and evil.
I accept all of that, (And honestly I still find it much more believable than evolution but that’s another debate for a much longer post), having accepted all that, does a fruit that tastes like pizza sound so difficult to accept?
Lunch break is over so I must return to work, how fun.
Current Stats:
Listening to: You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban
Reading: The Ant and the Elephant (You’d think I’d have finished this by now)
Watching: Nothing at the moment
Find out what it means to me…
If you’re wondering about the title of the post, it’s the line that follows R.E.S.P.E.C.T. from Aretha Franklin’s song of the same name (Respect).
Why?
Well some back history here I got a call on Saturday from Jeremy letting me know that we were changing our worship set to an acoustic setup. No big deal, if anything it makes setup and tear-down MUCH easier. so I’m playing hand drums as Elizabeth (our normal percussionist) is out on vacation this week, normally that would be bongos and congas but as I said she was on vacation it meant congas (I sent the bongos with her) and a Djembe which was borrowed from another team member (And probably spelled wrong) . On a side note it’s a beautiful hand carved solid wood Djembe, (again with the spelling), it was a joy to play and hear. And after playing one I can now say with no doubt that I have to get one. Perhaps not a hand carved one but they have a distinct sound that I much enjoy.
Now let me clarify one other point before I get any farther, I respect the abilities of all my musicians and feel very blessed to work with the group of talented and inspired individuals who make up our praise team. Every single one of them, you have no idea how awesome they are. We (and by which I mean me or sometimes Jeremy, and once in a while our lead Pastor Daniel) have switched songs on them last minute and they never fail to sound amazing.
That being said my respect for that girl has gone way up. (And as I mentioned earlier it was fairly high to being with.) My reasoning? She plays those (blasted and yet wonderful) hand drums almost every week, during both services with little gripping or complaining. Me? My hands still hurt like the blazes and are swollen enough that typing this blog is taking twice as long as normal.
Now the service itself was great, and we’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback about our foray into acoustical set-ups, and will probably make them a more regular occurance. However the next time we do one, I’m going to let our wonderfully talented (and now much more appreciated) percussionist play the hand drums while I play something safer and less painful (like… say a washboard).
Current Stats:
Listening to: Untitled by Simple Plan
Reading: The Ant and the Elephant
Watching: Nothing at the moment
Find out what it means to me…
If you’re wondering about the title of the post, it’s the line that follows R.E.S.P.E.C.T. from Aretha Franklin’s song of the same name (Respect).
Why?
Well some back history here I got a call on Saturday from Jeremy letting me know that we were changing our worship set to an acoustic setup. No big deal, if anything it makes setup and tear-down MUCH easier. so I’m playing hand drums as Elizabeth (our normal percussionist) is out on vacation this week, normally that would be bongos and congas but as I said she was on vacation it meant congas (I sent the bongos with her) and a Djembe which was borrowed from another team member (And probably spelled wrong) . On a side note it’s a beautiful hand carved solid wood Djembe, (again with the spelling), it was a joy to play and hear. And after playing one I can now say with no doubt that I have to get one. Perhaps not a hand carved one but they have a distinct sound that I much enjoy.
Now let me clarify one other point before I get any farther, I respect the abilities of all my musicians and feel very blessed to work with the group of talented and inspired individuals who make up our praise team. Every single one of them, you have no idea how awesome they are. We (and by which I mean me or sometimes Jeremy, and once in a while our lead Pastor Daniel) have switched songs on them last minute and they never fail to sound amazing.
That being said my respect for that girl has gone way up. (And as I mentioned earlier it was fairly high to being with.) My reasoning? She plays those (blasted and yet wonderful) hand drums almost every week, during both services with little gripping or complaining. Me? My hands still hurt like the blazes and are swollen enough that typing this blog is taking twice as long as normal.
Now the service itself was great, and we’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback about our foray into acoustical set-ups, and will probably make them a more regular occurance. However the next time we do one, I’m going to let our wonderfully talented (and now much more appreciated) percussionist play the hand drums while I play something safer and less painful (like… say a washboard).
Current Stats:
Listening to: Untitled by Simple Plan
Reading: The Ant and the Elephant
Watching: Nothing at the moment
