Saturday, December 25
More photos may be seen here on picasa.
Monday, November 29
Friday, October 29
I have a hunch Kevin is starting to lay as well. So exciting. They are small eggs at the moment, and just brown. I can hardly wait for what's to come.
Thursday, October 14
Thursday, September 16
Monday, September 13
Thursday, September 9
Wednesday, September 8
Friday, August 27
Monday, August 23
Above, Grace (the blond) and Kevin plop down to soak up some rays. I wonder if I look as ridiculous while sunbathing myself?
The cumulus clouds were threatening, but I rallied myself to go pick some blackberries. The sky was beautiful as the sun set. Some sunsets are just better than others and tonight was no exception. Meandering through the field I thought of the verse in Matthew 16 that says, "He (Jesus) replied, "When evening comes, you say, 'It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,' and in the morning, 'Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.' You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times." I think it's cool that the saying we have today "Pink sky at night, sailors delight, pink sky in the morn', sailors be warned" seems to have originated 2000 years ago.
The moon is virtually full. The air cooling from a surprisingly warm afternoon. One gallon of blackberries washed and stowed for winter.
Friday, August 20
Here is a story of my brave friends who are persevering and learning grace.
Tuesday, August 17
Monday, August 16
Sunday, August 15
That is the question of the day. I've had some weird thoughts and battled lies and ideas that I can only hope aren't true. Where do they come from??? Now that I'm wanting to write some of them down, it's like a dream that appears so unforgettable, the moment you wake up, it's forgotten.
I'm not sure what I'm feeling at the moment... maybe angst(?) from today's wedding. Is there a condensed version? The groom is my friend. We've lived together. Had many meals and good times together. Traveled. Schemed various business plans together. Sharpened each other. Laughed. But our friendship hit a snaffoo a couple years ago because of something his father/father's friends said. Sadly, our relationship veered off course and is less (although ok), is less than I hoped for. Today, when the father came up to me to say hello, (the first time since poisoning my friend against me, I was, for the first time in my life, completely and utterly speechless. I barely got out, "Nice ceremony. Beautiful day." Not even complete sentences. A tidal wave of incapacitating frustration overwhelmed every part of me. Why can't I let this go? I thought I had. Obviously... I was wrong. In talking it over with a friend, I became more agitated at the attack of my character a couple years ago. Yes. I am far from perfect, however, I am working towards becoming a man of integrity...this requires honesty, sincerity, consistency, loyalty, faithfulness, truthfulness... I aspire to live the life Christ has called us to as in Galatians 5:22-23 "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." When one's character or intentions are attacked, it's like being on trial and having to prove yourself innocent instead of the other way around. This is a form of injustice which infuriates me.
So. What happens now? My friend is married... again, another relationship that will wane away or morph into almost non-existence. It's the current trend these days....being loyal to my buds only to be forgotten once the ring is on their left hand. Granted, not all of them have forgotten about me, but definitely the majority. Once kids are in the picture, I cease to exist. Everyone says, "It's a fact of life." This offers no consolation. For me, the purpose of investing in people's lives is the hope of developing life long friendships. Such is not the case in reality. One thought that crossed my mind today was "the reason people get married is so that they always have someone around... someone who can't leave when others do... someone who wants to be loved and share love as much as the other does... someone who will be there, willfully, when all others are silent..."
Another friend has taken interest in a girl...somewhat expeditiously. That was two weeks ago. Already our friendship has been condensed into an occasional text. You're probably thinking that I'm jealous. Yup. I'm jealous that he may have found love (and I haven't). Jealous that I'm not a priority... and generally sad that...well.... another one bites the dust.
PS--Just checked the Google Buzz and confirmed with FB that another friend just got engaged. Congratulations, Ben.
Wednesday, August 11
This is my friends baby. Her name is Rachel Grace Anderson. She was born August 4th, to proud parents Joe & Anna after only 5 hours of unmedicated labor. She was 8lbs 9oz. I got to meet her tonight for the first time. It was kinda nice to hold her. She smells good. My friend Chloe just started kindergarten. Her mom and dad are nervous. I read her mom's blog. She cries a lot. Chloe's brother wears a potty training toilet seat on his head. I went to a baseball game today. The Mariners lost. The police yelled at me and my friends. I had pizza for dinner. It's fun to write like a kid. Here is a better family photo.
Friday, August 6
Thursday, August 5
"You are domestically inclined and will be happily married."
"Good news from afar will bring a welcome visitor."
Oh oh! I just had to go and eat one more cookie...
(other than I should stop eating fortune cookies before bedtime...)
Tuesday, August 3
Friday, June 18
I've also been working hard on the chicken coop. The girls are getting big. One question that gets asked often is whether or not they are endearing to me. I'm not sure how to answer that. I'd like to think they respond to me, but then again.... there's a major lack of consistancy. Kevin often jumps up on my hand, but still, chickens are not dogs. Dogs long to be by your side and serve you. Cats, although they have no intention of serving anyone but themselves, still respond better than chickens.
The coop fits just as I had hoped in the corner of our yard and hasn't cost me a cent (items have been purchased, but the coop itself was entirely free). I've used all "found" items from craigslist and keeping a sharp eye out. I'll probably mention this factoid a few more times, because, one, I'm proud of the result and two, I honestly didn't think it could be done (by me). I've met a wide variety of pedestrians as they do a double take not expecting to see chickens chillin in the hood of the university district.
Monday, May 31
I'm still feeling a bit discouraged about how to utilize all my found items. The weather this upcoming week does not look promising. The whole country was in the 80-90's today... we barely broke 60. The sun did break, giving me a chance to take the girls on a field trip outside and chance to refresh their living quarters. More and more neighbors are taking notice of the girls as the flutter and chase each other about. I tossed 'em a worm, Esther (of course) was the first to nab it... but the others gave chase. Ultimately, Ruth won out and after a couple pecks, swallowed the thing whole! She also gave sun bathing a try, but Kevin's got it mastered. She lays on the sidewalk and today, burrowed herself a little hole in the shade of my rose bush. I'm so glad they are alive and growing.
Wednesday, May 26
Friday, May 21
Sometimes in the evening, I'll hold them hoping to reinforce a bond. Keep in mind, I have no idea what I'm doing. Grace is by far the most affectionate one. Esther, the most curious. Kevin...she's an opportunist. And Ruth...some days she likes me, some days, not so much. But the both of us fell asleep the yesterday night. I woke up at 1:30 am with a chicken in my lap. Who knew I'd ever say that out loud?
Monday, May 17
Friday, May 14
Monday, May 10
Today...something seemed a-rye as I showered. You ever get that suspicious feeling that alludes to something but you can't quite put your finger on it? Well, I went to a friends house with portable hard drive in hand to give him some programs that he'd lost the cd's for. He was thrilled. He was clumsy. Knocked my hard drive over and now it chirps every few moments. It didn't use to chirp. I prefer the chicks do the chirping. I spent about on hour online with Seagate trying to decipher the problem without success.
Four o'clock rolled around and it was time to meet a friend for Starbucks Happy Hour. Yes, you read that right. And yes, I have been taking full advantage. I'll worry about the calories later. I'm not exactly sure what happened. I was at the top of my stairs one moment and half way down a split second later. No bouncing. My right arm got scuffed from my wrist to forearm. I stared at my ankle. "Get up! F'get about it!" I told myself. Off I went. I felt a little nauseous...landing with profound hardness gave my boys a jolt. "Buck up. You're ok." I pressed on. The time with my friend was awesome.
It's been a few hours. I need to whine. My forearm burns. My back is stiff. My ankle is pulsing and tender to move. When I look right, my neck is sore (just now discovering). This means my Tuesday is not going to be fun, huh? I know much, much more could have gone wrong today...I'm sad for the potential of my life to be lost on the hard drive. I'm shocked to have fallen and hurt myself... I seldom get physically hurt. I don't like to be slowed or hindered. Dear heavenly Doctor, Please take these aches and pains away quickly. I will tread more carefully.
Friday, May 7
Saturday, May 1
Wednesday, April 28
Monday, April 19
Without getting overly profound on cinematic doctrine shaping pop culture views or sounding too preachy... I will say this. Romans 8 has lots of good things to say about hope. Verse 24 says, "For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has?" Makes sense. Even one of my favorite movies, A Knight's Tale, (yes, I know it's cheesy) has many, many great parts. Where Henry's director fails, Williams director successfully captured hope. Secretly, I've wanted to give this to the love of my life one day... that day has yet to come. This is a note from Sir William to his love Jocelyn...
"It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you."
Thursday, April 15
Qdoba routinely has the CNN on. I prefer Fox News. But I like to practice speed reading the subtitles while I have lunch. Turns out, there's a huge volcano in Iceland that just erupted...four days ago. Gosh! Where have I been? I am often baffled how long it takes me to hear the news. This photo flashed across their screen which I thought was super beautiful. I wish it could be bigger. I've wanted to go to Iceland for years, not for any good reason, but just to go. I seldom need a reason. Being there for the eruption of Eyjafjallajökull volcano would have made an awesome story... and perhaps I could have taken a few great pictures myself.
Photo by Ólafur Eggertsson, from the farm Þorvaldseyri
Wednesday, April 14
"All you need for moist, smooth and seductive hair in one irresistible formula." This comes directly from the Organix website. I'm just looking for not frizzy, dry hair. I want Pantene curls and shine. I'll gladly take "moist, smooth and (especially) seductive" hair. In college, I grew my hair super long despite favor with my mom. I was determined to prove her wrong. What? She has her own self to thank for my stubbornness and determination. (thanks mama) That was a big success. Not instantly of course, but when all her friends and strangers at the mall and market would go out of their way to tell me "What beautiful hair you have..." she'd lean in making her presence known which led to the inevitable question, "Is he your son? You must be so proud." Yeah. Seemed I had the world on my side. For the first time in my life, I was getting attention achieving something less common to man. Sadly, as expected, all the compliments went slowly, but surely, to my head. It took a few years, but after one life changing afternoon, I realized that there wasn't a parked car or store window that I didn't look in.
Ha. Actually wanted to talk about the new Organix shampoo conditioner I found. It was expensive (for me), but came with a complete mail-in rebate. If all goes well, it will be free. It has a really nice fragrance. I'm a sucker for conditioner with mint. I also like to travel, and this comes from Australian Teatrees. Today was the first day. Backup, yesterday was a horribly dry, no good, very bad, frizzy day. The new shampoo and conditioner has a true test and I'm quite pleased at the results. The mint is not as scalp tingling as I like but an hour later, there is a lifting freshness. The fragrance is mild and interesting (in a good way). It'll take a few more tries to identify just what it is, but I'm pleased! :D Seldom do I get good results right off that bat, but Day 1, I applaud you Teatree Organix!
Being from Seattle, I should also mention that it's in recycled packaging, ink, labels...not something I normally look for, but I'm glad it's part of this sweet deal.
Monday, April 12
Friday, April 9
The weather these days is wacky. Today, it was gorgeous blue skies, then while the sun was shining, it started to hail. Made no sense. I'm amazed these flowers have lasted this long through torrential down pours, 50 mph gusty winds, hail, near freezing temps, pedestrians... Ok, so they don't escape the harms of drunks or bums or even two girls who walked up my sidewalk (and yes, I watched the whole thing as my small group was just ending and we were outside talking)and plucked a few beauties to take home. I..... followed them home. (the girls and the daffs). Yes, it's 11pm, but what were they doing stealing my flowers? Most of you probably don't get it, but the few gardeners out there... you'll sympathize. Anyway, I asked them not to pick any more in the future so that everyone can enjoy them and that Trader Joes sells them for like $2 a bunch. Forgetting that they even had the flowers in their hands, they replied, "What?! We didn't pick anything. We..." then they realized, "...uh... a friend gave us these..." (Stupid girls). "I watched you pick them..." Kinda trying to be nice, "Please do not pick anymore. Good night."
Then I think of Matthew 6:28 "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin..." Truth be known... I am a little more worried lately.
Wednesday, April 7
Tuesday, April 6
Rarely...our power goes out. It happened last winter during the ridiculous snow storms. Usually it goes out for no good reason at all. It's a bit of a mystery. Last night, at 11:26 the power went out. You should have seen the fireworks... And heard the cheers. I participated as a spectator (declining my friends pleading to go streaking)... Mob mentality. Interesting. One block over and two down, I was drawn to the chanting. The Greeks emptied out of there dark houses and gathered. The firemen came and went. The policemen came and watched. Bigger and better fireworks. I smell a summer bbq... not the good part, the lighter fluid part of vintage charcoal grills. What started as a small glow, grew into a larger glow. "One. More. Couch." the crowd jeered. The rest is on video... The cool looking brown brick house in background of the first video is where I spend lots of my time hanging out.
My housemate, Jason, took this video towards the end...
Friday, April 2
Wednesday, March 31
Tuesday, March 30
Monday, March 29
Yes, it's true. I'm a lame blogger. Then again, life has been a bit lame and I figure, Why bring the rest of the world down? Today, however, I just returned from a bit of an impulsive trip to the South...returned with a renewed spirit to Seattle downpours. Some may not consider the South a warm heartland, but for me, it was a heart healthy dose of rekindling friendships and catching up with growing families. It's such a privilege to have the freedom to travel across America, to experience different American culture and beauty. In an attempt to turn over a new leaf, I will try to post more which means 1) my life needs to become more interesting and 2) until then, I will reminisce over my latest Southern adventure. I have some ideas already brewing. For now, I'd like to share a video that one of my friends shared with me... Everything is Amazing & Nobody is Happy (I'd like to share it with you, but the link isn't working...apologies...)
Thursday, January 28
In short... Passengers watched the gorilla baggage crew trash their luggage. United refused multiple times to compensate in any way after almost a year. So they wrote a song, posted it on youtube and it has almost 8 million views. LOL. And, they did it tastefully. OH. Apparently Taylor Guitars has given them $10,000 in guitars to replace the one that got wrecked...and according to the View, United has recently donated the money they offered a little too little too late. They are "using the video for training purposes"....of course, without offering any compensation. Is this the way the hippies did it back in the day? :)
Monday, January 11
A friend posted this on Facebook and it's beautiful in all kinds of ways. Check out one mans tribute to his father (even if you're not to fond of yours).