The Second Coming

October 29, 2011

When we initially started this blog, we started it as a place to hold discussions and talk about life. The idea was to share things that were happening in our lives (people, experiences, art) and if anyone wanted to peek over our shoulders, they were welcome to. The problem was, we all lived together.

This blog had great potential, but the problem was that we were all living under the same roof. It would have been silly to save discussions for the blog instead of just talking in person. So most of our discussions and sharing of stories happened in person. But now, some time has passed, and we are all in very different places than when this blog started.

Jameson is off and happily married. And he is notoriously bad at replying on facebook. Hector is back in Redlands (the Deadlands) and guest authoring on other, more respected blogs.  Alex is pursuing his music career and involved in a fight club. Ask him about it. (And he came to my gig last night WITH A GIRL) Layne is working a big kid job (you suits!). And I’m sitting on the couch in our old apartment all by myself, for I have been abandoned by my blood brothers (okay, was I the only one who took our blood oath seriously? I plan on dying in the apartment, you bastards).

My point is, we’re all spread out now, none of us live together anymore. That era has ended. And what a blast it was. Now is the perfect time to restart the blog and get discussion going. So get posting.


The Porch gets a lakeview

November 30, 2008

This morning I awoke unusually early, 2 a.m.  I awoke slowly, first to the sound of the heated arguments of my neighbors.  At first, in my half-dreaming state I was sure they were discussing and arguing over communication theory.  Once I was fully awake I realized I could not actually hear what they were saying and that it would be ridiculous to discuss communication in such a heated manner at two in the mourning.  Also, as I became more aware I heard  the loud commotion of a large truck.  I lay and listened for a while and decided it  was probably a tow truck.  When I finally got up, just to check to see it was not my car, I looked out the window and saw fire trucks as far and the line of sight would allow me.  There were five that I could count.

I began to look around more intently (though I did not have it quite in me to venture out of the apartment to have a look down the street). I noticed a lot of water running down the gutters so it was either a broken fire hydrant, watermain or they were putting something out.  Later I noticed the water was also flooding the lawn areas around the building, and for a night we had a babbling broke outside our office window and a porch looking over a small lake.

This mourning sent me thinking (especially with its disorienting beginning).  I was reminded of one of my favorite verses from the Bible Psalm 16:8 “I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand I shall not be shaken.”  In those times we feel we may be shaken we must be sure to set the Lord before us in our ways and then we will live in the comfort of the security of having a great God.

“Utility” Belt

August 5, 2008

Who needs a beer hat?

Cough,… cough

August 1, 2008

Something’s wrong with this picture:

You’re in one room of the building and next door in the other room, construction workers are wearing gas masks finishing their summer asbestos-removing project for the building. I should be worried, but I’m laughing, for now.

(We just got OK’d to move back into our permanent office on APU’s east campus; guess they’re not quite done.)