Saturday, December 24, 2011
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EVERYONE
figure out what you love doing the most: painting, writing, dancing, math, science, helping people, dating, matchmaking, blogging, typing, giving birth, organizing shit, cooking, eating, juggling fire, hypnotizing strangers, talking, thinking, listening, fixing stuff, picking zits (ie: esthetician), arranging, working at a flower store, taking over the world, politics, law, being a doctor, gardening, designing clothes, drawing, throwing parties, collecting stickers, being bossy, opening a gallery, taking photos, building websites, dj’ing, mediating, solving problems, drinking coffee, flirting, babysitting, massage, selling stuff, reading, making stuff, advising people, singing, whatevs, a desk job, retail, repeating yourself….whatever! just get really honest with yourself and admit what it is that makes you wanna wake up early in the morning to do it!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
You're probably right where he wants you.
The history of God’s people is not a record of God searching for courageous men and women who handle the task, but God transforming the hearts of the cowards and calling them to live courageous lives. Adam and Eve hid, Abraham lied, Moses ran, David deceived, Esther was uncertain, Elijah contemplated suicide, John the baptist doubted, Peter denied, and judas betrayed. And those are just some of the leading characters.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sunday, October 25, 2009

I felt like you needed some color.
The Dear and Departed.
[Polaroid 210 Land Camera. Polaroid 669 Film]
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
B.B. Break in Part 2
Its February 16th, 2005.
We made a playlist called "B.B. Break in" it had only our favorite songs on it. I play air drums to it all night. The boys are still sleeping and the sky is finally getting lighter. I'm just starting to get sleepy and "BB Break in" is over, all that was left was the hum of the engine, and the wind pushing us back and forth. I look back and Matt is awake, just laying on his back on the couch, hands behind his head just watching the sky go by out the side window. There isnt a cloud in sight. As I turn back around to keep my eyes on the road I hear Alex rustling around up there. After a few minutes he climbs down into the front passenger seat. Once he's situated I look over at him I dont say anything, just point at the mountains. We look to the right and its the most majestic sunrise I have ever seen before or since. Neither of us say anything we just look. The sky is a cool pale blue and has purple and pink hues. Just before the sun comes over the mountains in the distance you can see (and feel) the rays peeking over and reflecting on this flooded field from us all the way to the mountains.
We decide to pull over and get a photo (or at least try.) I start to slow down and Matt shouts "what're you doing?" I just look at Alex and have him explain what we're doing. I start to pull into the dirt but its too soft so I pull back to where I'm only partially on the road. I've never done something like this, this trip, I feel so grown up. I'm on top of the world. The heater has been on all night so its nice and toasty in the beaver, I cant say the same for outside. Its so damn cold I cant handle it. I only brought a polaroid camera with me. I shoot a few photos, out here by myself. I look back at alex the only one with a real camera here, and give him a look. He shoots a look right back at me and finally gets out to take some photos. Matt stays nice and warm inside. My polaroid wont meter it to come out. I give up on it and get back in. alex shoots one of me from inside the RV, then one of the RV with some big rigs passing and they don't show up, only the streaks from their head/tail lights show up. we're excited. needless to say.
We made a playlist called "B.B. Break in" it had only our favorite songs on it. I play air drums to it all night. The boys are still sleeping and the sky is finally getting lighter. I'm just starting to get sleepy and "BB Break in" is over, all that was left was the hum of the engine, and the wind pushing us back and forth. I look back and Matt is awake, just laying on his back on the couch, hands behind his head just watching the sky go by out the side window. There isnt a cloud in sight. As I turn back around to keep my eyes on the road I hear Alex rustling around up there. After a few minutes he climbs down into the front passenger seat. Once he's situated I look over at him I dont say anything, just point at the mountains. We look to the right and its the most majestic sunrise I have ever seen before or since. Neither of us say anything we just look. The sky is a cool pale blue and has purple and pink hues. Just before the sun comes over the mountains in the distance you can see (and feel) the rays peeking over and reflecting on this flooded field from us all the way to the mountains.
We decide to pull over and get a photo (or at least try.) I start to slow down and Matt shouts "what're you doing?" I just look at Alex and have him explain what we're doing. I start to pull into the dirt but its too soft so I pull back to where I'm only partially on the road. I've never done something like this, this trip, I feel so grown up. I'm on top of the world. The heater has been on all night so its nice and toasty in the beaver, I cant say the same for outside. Its so damn cold I cant handle it. I only brought a polaroid camera with me. I shoot a few photos, out here by myself. I look back at alex the only one with a real camera here, and give him a look. He shoots a look right back at me and finally gets out to take some photos. Matt stays nice and warm inside. My polaroid wont meter it to come out. I give up on it and get back in. alex shoots one of me from inside the RV, then one of the RV with some big rigs passing and they don't show up, only the streaks from their head/tail lights show up. we're excited. needless to say.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
B.B. Break in Part 1
I'm a narrator.
I cant think straight.
I cant see straight.
Scatter Brain.
its february 15, 2005, nothing to do, nowhere to go. I'm sitting on Matt's computer in his living room, the heater is so loud. i get up and go into his room with the computer. We joke about how we should just drive the beaver (our RV) to the hoover dam and then the grand canyon, i extend the joke to alex who I'm talking to on aim. He's like me bored with everything, even as soon as it starts. Nothing feels good. He says if i were serious he'd be over in 15 minutes. He lives 30 minutes away and would have to pack.
Matt walks outside, its hot in here so I follow him. Walking down the stairs we keep talking about all the cool things we could do now that we have an RV. "We could drive all night, get to the dam by 8 they dont open till 10 so we could sleep for 2 hours, take the tour, leave for the grand canyon and make it for sunset." matt sighs. "OH! and we could camp there over night, go for a hike in the morning hit vegas on the way back!" i shout, more excited than I ever get. Matt veto's my Vegas idea because John has never been, and we should wait for him. John is a fellow owner of the RV. "We could go to Calico?" Matt has this fascination with Calico that I just never got. I'm pretty indifferent at this point, I dont REALLY expect to go.
When I get back upstairs Alex has sent a books worth of IM's but the only one that stands out is "We're going. I'm Packing. See you in 30 minutes."
Matts upstairs when Alex gets there, all the lights in the Beaver are off he peeks his head around the corner. Camera in one hand, duffle bag in the other. He just happens to be wearing the same army shirt/jacket that I am. We look at eachothers shirts. I think its funny, He's pissed. We go upstairs and Matt laughs at us faster than i thought he could register that we were wearing the same shirt. Now, I'm pissed too. "I'll be right back" and he runs into his room. when he comes out, he's wearing the same shirt. "you're such an ass hole" -alex.
We leave just on time, all i remember from the drive there is the lines in the road, a clunk that sounded like the wheel coming loose and nothing, as far as i could see.
I cant think straight.
I cant see straight.
Scatter Brain.
its february 15, 2005, nothing to do, nowhere to go. I'm sitting on Matt's computer in his living room, the heater is so loud. i get up and go into his room with the computer. We joke about how we should just drive the beaver (our RV) to the hoover dam and then the grand canyon, i extend the joke to alex who I'm talking to on aim. He's like me bored with everything, even as soon as it starts. Nothing feels good. He says if i were serious he'd be over in 15 minutes. He lives 30 minutes away and would have to pack.
Matt walks outside, its hot in here so I follow him. Walking down the stairs we keep talking about all the cool things we could do now that we have an RV. "We could drive all night, get to the dam by 8 they dont open till 10 so we could sleep for 2 hours, take the tour, leave for the grand canyon and make it for sunset." matt sighs. "OH! and we could camp there over night, go for a hike in the morning hit vegas on the way back!" i shout, more excited than I ever get. Matt veto's my Vegas idea because John has never been, and we should wait for him. John is a fellow owner of the RV. "We could go to Calico?" Matt has this fascination with Calico that I just never got. I'm pretty indifferent at this point, I dont REALLY expect to go.
When I get back upstairs Alex has sent a books worth of IM's but the only one that stands out is "We're going. I'm Packing. See you in 30 minutes."
Matts upstairs when Alex gets there, all the lights in the Beaver are off he peeks his head around the corner. Camera in one hand, duffle bag in the other. He just happens to be wearing the same army shirt/jacket that I am. We look at eachothers shirts. I think its funny, He's pissed. We go upstairs and Matt laughs at us faster than i thought he could register that we were wearing the same shirt. Now, I'm pissed too. "I'll be right back" and he runs into his room. when he comes out, he's wearing the same shirt. "you're such an ass hole" -alex.
We leave just on time, all i remember from the drive there is the lines in the road, a clunk that sounded like the wheel coming loose and nothing, as far as i could see.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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