Its 2AM, Ive been up since 5 and I'm not tired in the least.
I love you guys.
Even you Aubrey.
And Ian, where ever he may be.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Ye olde reformation
Hey guys, what do you think about this little ditty from our old pal Luther Vandross.
"Be a sinner and sin strongly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ."
Seems to contradict Romans where it talks about not increasing in sinning, just
to increase grace. Whats up with this guy? I see his point, to a point, but I think this idea could be used by people to justify a lifestyle that is wrong in the name of grace.
Oh, and heres another one from him:
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”
"Be a sinner and sin strongly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ."
Seems to contradict Romans where it talks about not increasing in sinning, just
to increase grace. Whats up with this guy? I see his point, to a point, but I think this idea could be used by people to justify a lifestyle that is wrong in the name of grace.
Oh, and heres another one from him:
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Heartbreaker, lifetaker.
I propose a measure that will make 21JUN07 'Indi Hewa day'.
All in favor post a funny picture or story.
Consider this shot that didn't make the final cut to the full color calender the men of 'Hungry' put out last summer. The chops were just too fantastic in my opinion.
Haters...
EQV
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Dan stole my 40 acres and a mule
Dan, sorry we got cut off tonight. Fox, Alaska is not known for its fine cell reception although at the spring there along the road usually I can get service. You got my mind turning on song lyrics. Orphans of God is good. And haunting. And a little spooky when you're not under the influence of psychotropic drugs. Which I recommend avoiding. Right now, I wanna rap a little about Caedmons. Yeah. Let me drop that beat.
Out on these Texas plains you can see for a million lives
And there's a thousand exits between here and the state line
About the last time that I saw you
You said call me Pandora, call me a fool
And I'm thinking this view it could do you some good
So drop these scales and take a look
There's forty acres and redemption to be found
Just along the way
There is a place where no plow blade has ever turned the ground
And you will turn it over, 'cause out here hope remains
'Cause out here hope remains...
Out here the Texas sky is as big as the sea
And your alone in your room like an island floating free
Your spirit's hanging in a bottle out on a tree
You say that you're the black sheep, I say you're still family
So throw that bottle to the waves
They'll bring you in to me and the shore you will see
Out here the Texas rain is the hardest I've ever seen
It'll wash your house away, but it'll also make you clean
Now these rocks they are crying too
And this whole land is calling out for you
I dont know what it is, but:
1. I love the music
2. I love the chorus
3. I love the redemption.
Good men caught up in something bad, able to turn their direction around. Its powerful.
Its our lifes work, worked out for the provision of ourselves and families and also for the benefit of others. I swear this kinda stuff has been on my mind a ton lately for some reason.
I want 40 acres with a pond to fish in, and a cabin, and a little grass strip to land a plane in. And a dirt road that bends around and dissapears back to where a 24 hour Bojangles will be.
Whew. I feel better now.
Out on these Texas plains you can see for a million lives
And there's a thousand exits between here and the state line
About the last time that I saw you
You said call me Pandora, call me a fool
And I'm thinking this view it could do you some good
So drop these scales and take a look
There's forty acres and redemption to be found
Just along the way
There is a place where no plow blade has ever turned the ground
And you will turn it over, 'cause out here hope remains
'Cause out here hope remains...
Out here the Texas sky is as big as the sea
And your alone in your room like an island floating free
Your spirit's hanging in a bottle out on a tree
You say that you're the black sheep, I say you're still family
So throw that bottle to the waves
They'll bring you in to me and the shore you will see
Out here the Texas rain is the hardest I've ever seen
It'll wash your house away, but it'll also make you clean
Now these rocks they are crying too
And this whole land is calling out for you
I dont know what it is, but:
1. I love the music
2. I love the chorus
3. I love the redemption.
Good men caught up in something bad, able to turn their direction around. Its powerful.
Its our lifes work, worked out for the provision of ourselves and families and also for the benefit of others. I swear this kinda stuff has been on my mind a ton lately for some reason.
I want 40 acres with a pond to fish in, and a cabin, and a little grass strip to land a plane in. And a dirt road that bends around and dissapears back to where a 24 hour Bojangles will be.
Whew. I feel better now.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Dear Navin.
Navin R. Johnson, despite your insulting comments regarding words I have recently made up (and are attempting to get Websters to recognize) I will attempt to push on with the post I had in mind. But you know what? I got so pumped up reading your words, I knew it must be you. And I couldn't be mad. No one else can take words, and make those words into what a man of letters such as Dan would call phrases, sentences and yea....complete thoughts like you can.
By the end of the post I found myself standing up, clapping. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster until my neighbors began to get unruly about all the noise my shopping cart was making. I dried the single tear from my eye, and vowed to live each day as a hobo should. As if its his last. As if a renegade boxcar would glide down the phantom tracks of Hillsborough street, leaving him flattened in front of "The Q Shack" where perhaps earlier in the day he had been given free leftover okra and BBQ.
Last night I went to my friend and his wifes house for a college and career shindig. I wore my finest of T-shirts. We ate delicious burgers and talked about coveting, believe it or not. How when we want more than what we have been given we lose the ability to enjoy what we have been entrusted with to cultivate ourselves.
Create, Give, Receive. Its a pattern that is told in the creation story. God created man, gave him eve and received satisfaction from his work. And it was good. God created a garden in the east of eden, gave it to Adam and received satisfaction from his work.
Other than the flying, its one of the big things I like about work. Cultivating the work I've been given to do in the building a flying and fighting team. In cultivating others to develop their own expertises that brings them satisfaction in what they have created, and contributed and enjoyed in the process. And also in helping them recognize that they are capable of creating and contributing in a powerful way.
It's not always that good or easy though. Work can be a pain sometimes. Life ain't perfect for many hobos in this world anymore. But man was made to cultivate, create for a purpose and enjoy the works of his hands. To plow fields and watch crops grow, to shape wood, iron or gold into bridges, houses or WWF wrestling championship belts.
To be a devotee, lover, guardian of an idea, a way of life, a woman, a place on earth they want to call home.
Theres a difference to your days if you recognize it in the small moments of satisfaction, laughter or camaraderie.
Do what ya gotta do to keep in the sun fellas.
Aubrey, you all right...
By the end of the post I found myself standing up, clapping. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster until my neighbors began to get unruly about all the noise my shopping cart was making. I dried the single tear from my eye, and vowed to live each day as a hobo should. As if its his last. As if a renegade boxcar would glide down the phantom tracks of Hillsborough street, leaving him flattened in front of "The Q Shack" where perhaps earlier in the day he had been given free leftover okra and BBQ.
Last night I went to my friend and his wifes house for a college and career shindig. I wore my finest of T-shirts. We ate delicious burgers and talked about coveting, believe it or not. How when we want more than what we have been given we lose the ability to enjoy what we have been entrusted with to cultivate ourselves.
Create, Give, Receive. Its a pattern that is told in the creation story. God created man, gave him eve and received satisfaction from his work. And it was good. God created a garden in the east of eden, gave it to Adam and received satisfaction from his work.
Other than the flying, its one of the big things I like about work. Cultivating the work I've been given to do in the building a flying and fighting team. In cultivating others to develop their own expertises that brings them satisfaction in what they have created, and contributed and enjoyed in the process. And also in helping them recognize that they are capable of creating and contributing in a powerful way.
It's not always that good or easy though. Work can be a pain sometimes. Life ain't perfect for many hobos in this world anymore. But man was made to cultivate, create for a purpose and enjoy the works of his hands. To plow fields and watch crops grow, to shape wood, iron or gold into bridges, houses or WWF wrestling championship belts.
To be a devotee, lover, guardian of an idea, a way of life, a woman, a place on earth they want to call home.
Theres a difference to your days if you recognize it in the small moments of satisfaction, laughter or camaraderie.
Do what ya gotta do to keep in the sun fellas.
Aubrey, you all right...
Hobo Explosion the Awakening
Two others, well one really, the other just posted your typical hobo nonsense about what medical doctors are calling "Hobo-Morning-Dyslexia", have endeavored to prepare the way for those of you who would come to have the words "Hobo Explosion" ringing in your ears - invading your otherwise sane lives. Awakening!, yes, but not your suitably zealous immortals battling it out to the death, or of the Rumpelstiltskinian trickery, of which only Deutschland can produce. This Awakening happens every morning all across the globe, its not early, in fact, it happens between the hours of 12-2pm. Although, consistent in its occurrence, it is a lazy explosion, which stalks the hurried student as he or she tries to cross town to make it to class, or makes a victim of the selfishly happy twelve cent philanthropist. It cares not for class, in fact those of the explosion know nothing of class, which is what really distinguishes them from others. Wearing a Tommy Hilfiger and Dress Barn Blouse sandwich thinly separated by salty rivers percolating from body to fabric does nothing to hamper their sense of destiny. I have been labelled among the explosion because I sleep in the same clothes I wear to work. The others, well their "Hobo-Explosiveness", as the Sussex tabloids have come to label, comes from their unique capacity to live in filth, and the one, Hawkins, in particular has been cast among us because of the use of his large head to make several thousand children laugh, and $10.95 on Hillsborough street. You are not safe! Some of you are thinking that you may be able to escape the explosion because of their 12-2pm start, but realize yea' this, the Hobo Explosion is a global action, and it infests all time zones, so KNOW that that there is ALMOST always a hobo waiting to explode near you. As, stated by Hawkins, it is not an attack on the indigent, but an acceptance of a who we are. As men, as hobo men, as hobo explosive men...
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Hey Guys
To start things off...I would like to share some words I have accidentally invented recently. It seems like when I pull through the gate in the morning to say hello to the guard I often make up a totally random word or phrase in my morning stupor.
The worst part is. I never see it coming till its too late.
Recent examples include:
"Whats goin' up?" (whats up + whats going on?)
"How ya morning?" (good morning/how ya doing)
"Hi-here" (hi there+ heres my ID card...it sounded kinda pushy)
"Hati" (NOT just a country in the Carribean but also howdy + hi)
I need some coffee.
Esse Quam Videri
The worst part is. I never see it coming till its too late.
Recent examples include:
"Whats goin' up?" (whats up + whats going on?)
"How ya morning?" (good morning/how ya doing)
"Hi-here" (hi there+ heres my ID card...it sounded kinda pushy)
"Hati" (NOT just a country in the Carribean but also howdy + hi)
I need some coffee.
Esse Quam Videri
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