3.7.05
Click Here For A New Blog
I thought you may be interested in checking out a new blog I am co-authoring with a very good friend of mine. It should be fun, educational and slightly provacative. He's an agnostic and I'm a Christian. We'll be discussing our beliefs and welcoming your participation. I first met Matt in the summer of 1986 on our little league basball team. I forget the name of the team. He'll remember though. He always remembers that sort of thing. That fall, the first semester of our seventh grade year, our lockers were next to each other right out side of Mr. Trump's classroom. That was nineteen years ago. In between then and now lot's of other stuff happened which you're probably better off not knowing about. Anyway... check out the blog.
2.7.05
Read this Interview with Linford
If you've never listened to Over the Rhine or have listened but know little of the philosophy underlying their art, you'll want to read this brief interview. It is very good stuff. Beauty is important.
1.7.05
The Crazy Ones
I love this commercial. Maybe the greatest commercial ever. I need to watch it a few times a day just to recalibrate. I hope you enjoy it. I hope it makes you want to be crazy.
29.6.05
Grandpa kills attacking leopard with bare hands!
This is the best story I've read in a long time. Check it out.
A Shout Out to Karl's Jr.
Welcome to the big wide world, little buddy. We're all so glad you're here and we can't wait to meet you. Tell your Mommy we said "Good job!" and your Daddy we said "Congratulations!"
KC and Jesse, we're happy to hear that all went well. All three of you were in my prayers. God is good.
KC and Jesse, we're happy to hear that all went well. All three of you were in my prayers. God is good.
28.6.05
Dog Shoppping
Our old faithful friend Wyatt appears to have a tumor. I'll not say where as to spare his dignity. Wyatt is an eight year old German Shepherd Dog and the vet says the end may be near for the old boy. He's been an extremely loyal and family friendly companion to all of us for about a decade. Wyatt has never so much as growled at me or any member of the family. he has patiently tolerated all types of abuse and mishandlement form the host of young ones that have scurried through our house. Now he may be on his way out. It's all very sad. I have for Wyatt only the highest words of praise. The highest praise he ever wants to hear: Good dog.
In the interest of security we've begun a new dog search and have decided to purchase a bull mastiff pup at some point in the future. Bullmastiffs are huge and scary (130-160 pounds!). They don't shed much at all and are extremely calm and lazy. Great with kids. They can eat bad guys in one big gulp. Yep. That's the animal for us. Here's a picture.
Now if you were a bad guy, would you stop at this fellas house or move on to the next?
In the interest of security we've begun a new dog search and have decided to purchase a bull mastiff pup at some point in the future. Bullmastiffs are huge and scary (130-160 pounds!). They don't shed much at all and are extremely calm and lazy. Great with kids. They can eat bad guys in one big gulp. Yep. That's the animal for us. Here's a picture.
Now if you were a bad guy, would you stop at this fellas house or move on to the next?
24.6.05
Survey
 | You scored as Reformed Evangelical. You are a Reformed Evangelical. You take the Bible very seriously because it is God's Word. You most likely hold to TULIP and are sceptical about the possibilities of universal atonement or resistible grace. The most important thing the Church can do is make sure people hear how they can go to heaven when they die.
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23.6.05
Jack's Critique of Coldplay
My five year old son offered this astute and unsolicited critical evaluation of Colplay today:
"The instruments are just rock and roll, but the singing is a little bit rock and roll and a little bit beautiful".
Spot on if I do say so myself.
"The instruments are just rock and roll, but the singing is a little bit rock and roll and a little bit beautiful".
Spot on if I do say so myself.
Ok. Officially no longer a free country.
Read this link on today's supreme court ruling. Your property does not belong to you anymore.
22.6.05
The yellow & black attack is back: click to listen
That's right boys and... well mostly just boys. The long haired glam rockers who brought us "Honestly" and "To Hell With the Devil" are poised to release their comeback album in August. I can't wait I tell ya. Can Not Wait.
I gotta run. I'm phoning my broker to tell him to buy up as many spandex shares as possible. I'm sure to make a killing.
I gotta run. I'm phoning my broker to tell him to buy up as many spandex shares as possible. I'm sure to make a killing.
20.6.05
Vacation!
Well, the powers that be have been very generous in extending to me vacation. Last year I took approximately none of that time. So far this year I have also taken exactly none. But soon I shall! We have reserved a little bungalow on the white sandy shores of tropical Anna Maria Island in the Gulf of Mexico. We are very excited.
This is a photo of the beach where we will be staying. Soon it will be the wife and I holding hands and strolling along the water's edge.
If we see these two yahoos, I promise to clothesline the dude while Charity chop blocks the chic at the knees.
"WHOSE BEACH IS IT? WHOSE BEACH IS IT? THAT'S RIGHT HONKIES, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!"
Then we'll slap high fives and retire to the bungalow for two coronas and a round of shuffle board.
This is a photo of the beach where we will be staying. Soon it will be the wife and I holding hands and strolling along the water's edge.
If we see these two yahoos, I promise to clothesline the dude while Charity chop blocks the chic at the knees.
"WHOSE BEACH IS IT? WHOSE BEACH IS IT? THAT'S RIGHT HONKIES, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!"
Then we'll slap high fives and retire to the bungalow for two coronas and a round of shuffle board.
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19.6.05
Three Funky Presbyterians eating Bar-B-Que ribs.
This is from last week in Chattanooga. Thought I'd post it in honor of Father's day. Which is over in like an hour and a half.
Call your dad.
Call your dad.
18.6.05
14.6.05
On Family Traveling
Well, we made it to Chattanooga. Finally.
I've always been fond of road trips. Even the lengthy sort. Of course, once one is married, all activities involving navigation and the operation of a motor vehicle suddenly become spontaneous exercises in conflict resolution. And this is not to mention the added dimensions marriage brings to the packing of the bags (which use to consist mainly of sniffing one's own t-shirt, grabbing a mountain dew from the fridge and tossing a handful of CD's into the passenger seat. On a good day your toothbrush MIGHT end up in your back pocket).
Now of course, it is different. There is actual luggage involved now. And math. Math is required for the packing of the luggage. And one entire piece of luggage is designated for the sole purpose of transporting the soaps and the conditioners and the loofas and all sorts of mysterious tiny bottles containing lotions and creams and astringents that (if price is any indication) all perform very important functions, though one can never be sure exactly what those functions are. This time there was even room left over for my toothbrush (phew!).
CD's are still a necessity of course, but no longer may the traveling collection be compiled on a whim. No, no, no. Now there is delegation, and negotiations. Concessions must be made. Deals must be struck. What once was a completed without a second thought, now becomes a highly political endeavor calling for the subtle arts of compromise and consensus building.
"Ok, I'll leave behind Tool, if you promise not to make me listen to Norah Jones again".
"Alright... And let's pick out something we both can enjoy"
Of course this last statement actually means something more like "Let's pick out something that neither one of us will hate to hear, but which lacks any trace of aesthetic conviction which might make it objectionable to the tastes of listeners on either end of the musical spectrum". (Which by the way, explains how Coldplay sold all those records).
And so it goes. And we've not even mentioned the children. Ah yes! The children. Now throw children into the mix and the once simple road trip becomes infinitely more complex. What, with the pooping of the pants and the changing of the diapers and the dropping of the toys and the crying of the babies and the stopping to pee pee and the stopping to pee pee again and the asking of the questions and the kicking of the back of the seat and the stopping to pee pee and the turning down of the radio as not to wake the baby and the eating of the candy and the spilling of the juice box...
As you can see, it can all become a very involved ordeal.
So, now I'm writing from my hotel room. As it turns out they were out of actual rooms with two beds, which is exactly the kind of room we reserved. As Jerry Seinfeld was quick to point out, it's not so much the taking of the reservation that is the challenge. It is the keeping of the reservation. But the kind folks behind the desk made good and put us up in a suite. Sweet. And swanky!
So all is well. Early day tomorrow. I'm going to get in bed. Which as I understand, is custom-designed for a great night's sleep. Or that's what the brochure said, anyway.
I've always been fond of road trips. Even the lengthy sort. Of course, once one is married, all activities involving navigation and the operation of a motor vehicle suddenly become spontaneous exercises in conflict resolution. And this is not to mention the added dimensions marriage brings to the packing of the bags (which use to consist mainly of sniffing one's own t-shirt, grabbing a mountain dew from the fridge and tossing a handful of CD's into the passenger seat. On a good day your toothbrush MIGHT end up in your back pocket).
Now of course, it is different. There is actual luggage involved now. And math. Math is required for the packing of the luggage. And one entire piece of luggage is designated for the sole purpose of transporting the soaps and the conditioners and the loofas and all sorts of mysterious tiny bottles containing lotions and creams and astringents that (if price is any indication) all perform very important functions, though one can never be sure exactly what those functions are. This time there was even room left over for my toothbrush (phew!).
CD's are still a necessity of course, but no longer may the traveling collection be compiled on a whim. No, no, no. Now there is delegation, and negotiations. Concessions must be made. Deals must be struck. What once was a completed without a second thought, now becomes a highly political endeavor calling for the subtle arts of compromise and consensus building.
"Ok, I'll leave behind Tool, if you promise not to make me listen to Norah Jones again".
"Alright... And let's pick out something we both can enjoy"
Of course this last statement actually means something more like "Let's pick out something that neither one of us will hate to hear, but which lacks any trace of aesthetic conviction which might make it objectionable to the tastes of listeners on either end of the musical spectrum". (Which by the way, explains how Coldplay sold all those records).
And so it goes. And we've not even mentioned the children. Ah yes! The children. Now throw children into the mix and the once simple road trip becomes infinitely more complex. What, with the pooping of the pants and the changing of the diapers and the dropping of the toys and the crying of the babies and the stopping to pee pee and the stopping to pee pee again and the asking of the questions and the kicking of the back of the seat and the stopping to pee pee and the turning down of the radio as not to wake the baby and the eating of the candy and the spilling of the juice box...
As you can see, it can all become a very involved ordeal.
So, now I'm writing from my hotel room. As it turns out they were out of actual rooms with two beds, which is exactly the kind of room we reserved. As Jerry Seinfeld was quick to point out, it's not so much the taking of the reservation that is the challenge. It is the keeping of the reservation. But the kind folks behind the desk made good and put us up in a suite. Sweet. And swanky!
So all is well. Early day tomorrow. I'm going to get in bed. Which as I understand, is custom-designed for a great night's sleep. Or that's what the brochure said, anyway.
Live! From Chattanooga! It's a big Presbyterian church businesss meeting thingy or whatever!
Wow. Even the SNL intro doesn't help make it sound exciting.
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