Got a Devils Haircut

in my mind!

You were a boy...

This cannot be happening...

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live, in a town

Another week has come and gone, and I would be remiss if I neglected to point out my favorite part of the week: a dual broken sprinkler head. One of my favorite things is when automatic sprinklers have a busted piece on them, causing the water to shoot straight up into the air instead of on to the grass. I laugh out loud when I see these and get stupidly giddy.

I don't really know why. If someone asks, I tell them it's just the absurdity of it: someone has cared enough to manicure and care for their lawn but now gallons of water are pouring into the street instead of the lawn. And it just looks silly. I probably shouldn't read into it too much, because I'm tempted to analyze it and search for some deeper meaning about my psyche. Meh. It's just funny.

Trust me: it's funny. Climb into my head and tell me it's not funny. (Mitch Hedburg's new CD is wonderful. Tell the kids.)

Welcome to paradise...

(Found in the notebook of the quietest girl in any of my classes)

Don't touch me again John Stamos. Who couldn't get any work. C U later.

God bless America

For the love of Nothingness...
And when you're finished there, check this out.

We're fated to pretend...

It is without irony that I announce my week's wrap-up. These are the bits of minutiae that have saved my life, more than once some of them. In no particular order, here is:

1. The reason voting doesn't matter. Stephen sent me a link to this excellent video which illustrates our small size in the universe, relative to some of the biggest stars in our neighborhood.


2. Obama's acceptance speech. Even the fine Pat Buchanan heaped praise on this beaut:



3. Stephen finished his first week actually out on the streets. He has a blog which you can find here. He's a good boy.

4. We jumped the fence last night and swam in our neighbor's pool. The house is for sale and you can buy it here if you want.

Well, that's all for now.

P.S. means post-script.

He hung himself with a guitar string...

Enclosed find a link to an awesome article on locavores, or people who insist that all food should be grown and consumed locally. It's a long 'un, but worth the read. His overarching argument is that it is unreasonable to 1) assume all regions of the U.S. can grow some (if any!) edible fruits/vegetables and 2) assume that economically, socially, or environmentally the task of localizing food growth is preferred.

To me, the concept has always reeked of flaws. I, and 2 million of my closest friends, live in the middle of a desert. It's going to take water to grow my food. I don't have that water. California does. How about they grow my strawberries and ship them here? That sounds delicious!

And while we're at it, I'll take my cows cloned, too...

It's true we name our children after towns we've never been to

Enclosed please find a link to a local report about an explosion at my high school where I'm currently employed. It should be noted that they neglected any mention of the brilliant, thought-provoking, and mildly attractive English teacher who heard the boom and assumed it was a piece of plywood falling.

I wish it was Funday...

A shot of the majestic Red Lobster by Fiesta Mall. And the clouds looked cool.

Give me a high five!

Brother.

Stuck in the middle with you

Stephen oathing it in the middle. Mom's shoulder/neck/head to the right. Random shoulder to the left.

Don't you know that I love you...

Great article enclosed about 5 Scientific Theories that will blow your mind. I especially like number 1. It makes me feel small, which is nice, because I've been eating a lot this week →

There she goes (there she goes)

In honor of Stephen graduating from the police academy next week, here is a list of the eight greatest things he has ever said.

1. Yeah, I'll give you dime to do that.

2. It's both. Time exists internally and externally.

3. Screw Jerusalem.

4. Thick like can of Pepsi.

5. Herbie loves me.

6. I am a Mexican hero!

7. Pew, pew, pew.

8. Ha, ha, ha! (This came after a chair broke underneath me sitting on it.)

Shorty get down, good lord, baby got 'em open all over town

It has been a while since I have been around anything considered theology so it was with some hesitation that I viewed this video from a recent Veritas Forum at UC Berkeley. Featured was Tim Keller "noted pastor and author" and his general stance seems to be that thinking people can have faith in Jesus. Please note: the clip is long and the best part, in my opinion, is the Q & A section that starts around minute 50 or something. 

Keller was recommended to me by Brent Gudgel and if Brent recommends something, by God, you should listen to him. Here are my thoughts on what Keller says:

1.  I appreciate his willingness to believe and think.  This is a rare combination to find today.

2.  I appreciated his take on the societal birth of religion argument, that is, that if religion is born out of society, so is atheism, essentially negating the strength of the argument.  Doesn't necessarily negate the argument itself, but what are you gonna do?

3.  He polarizes too much ("Either Jesus did this, or he didn't...") which doesn't allow for my favorite area:  the gray.  (What if Jesus did do that, but not that way?)

4.  He's incredibly self-deprecating, which is disarming.  Love it.

5.  He doesn't engage in most of the undergrad doublespeak which academia loves.  He ignores it (see 1:11 - 1:19)

6.  He cites Lewis several times, which irks me, because it Lewis has fallen out of favor with most thinkers.  Sure, Lewis had a time and place, but I can't canonize him the way a lot of people can.

7.  I don't see him addressing the applicability of "the grace narrative" as he puts it.  Sure, it works out a nifty way to not just have the same old religion but in my mind there is a huge discrepancy between his interpretation of the text and life in the 21st century.

To quote Blackstreet:  "That's just me.  And that's how a player's got to be."

what it all boils down to my friends...

A video of my dog Sammy obeying me. Rumors continue to persist that I will replace the Dog Whisperer but I simply cannot confirm or deny those rumors.

I'm afraid of Americans...

Cheesus Christ!

And I ran, I ran so far away.

This tiny little box above this picture is supposed to be a fancy panorama from Barack Obama's visit to Berlin a couple of days ago. It's amazing to me the expression on people's faces and the concert like atmosphere. Makes me miss Bushstock '91. Follow this link for the experience that is this picture.

All I want is your understanding...

Stephen and I busting our tails to please the masses. Also, trying to fully understand life.

Mobile updates

That's right, kiddos, Daddy just set up his mobile updates.

Note: The above picture was taken at the otter tank at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I am not there now.

Psycho Killer (cont.)

(This is a continuation from an earlier post. It is an open letter to people I wish I had said things to but didn't for whatever reason.)

Bernard Depperschmidt - I still feel guilty about your broken window but I swear it wasn't me even though you saw me walking around with my BB gun.

Kim Schaefer - Thanks for always believing in me. Or at least letting me include swear words in my poetry notebook freshman year. That was cool.

Mr. Schafer (no relation) - I know you were trying to stand up for Katie when you pulled me out of class to yell at me but seriously, you were scary and it didn't change the fact that we were not making fun of her.

Katie Bustamante - We were NOT making fun of you.

Drew Baumgartel - You got married.

Danny Spoelma - I wish we had tried harder on that science experiment. I really think we could have gotten it to work. Somehow, hooking a battery to a piece of tin and hammering it onto a roof doesn't seem like we were capturing the spirit of the project.

Mr. Peterson - Why didn't you get more mad when I kicked out your window?

Corie Sutton - Still feel bad about the email thing...

911 Operator who answered phone when I "tested" the payphone at the Elks Lodge in Loveland, CO - It wasn't an emergency so you didn't need to call back and get me in trouble.