Musings

As a teen of the 80s, sitting beside a fire ring enjoying a cigar while listing to 80s tunes, my first thoughts go to the 80s — all of the things I was too scared or too naive or too idealistic to let myself try. Things as obvious as kissing certain girls or at least…

I started typing sermon notes today into OD using an iPad, instead of my phone which is how I usually take notes. Anywho, somehow I forgot to save the page or did something which caused my notes to that point to disappear. Bummer. It was a continuation of the Space Invaders: take you to my…

Hard to believe, yet all to easy to believe, its been six months since my last post. I'm at work, listening to streaming audio via iTunes. I usually listen to GrooveSalad, but this week decided to branch out. I've been sampling various adult contemporary and electronica stations. Today, I'm liste...

A little Bob Seger while buzzing along the highway brings back some strong feelings. I spent the evening cleaning the hangar. As has become my custom, I fire up the server in the new room - the one without a door yet - and listen to my iTunes. Then, when I decide I've heat-prostrated myself…

In the effort to break the fraudulent hold of the municipal corporation of District of Columbia doing business as UNITED STATES and its subsidiaries, sometimes one finds themselves under the wheels of that which it seeks to thwart. One cannot complain of said circumstance, and one cannot claim th...

As I continue to simplify my life and push off those things which demand so much of my time (and yet, benefit myself and others so little), I see glimpses of the life that I am working toward. Ironically, it is often a life I once had. Also ironically, it may be one which I…

Have you ever considered that this isn't at all what you wanted or expected? Not your life, per se, because after all, my life is the sum of the choices I have made. So while I may be off-course for some poor decisions I have made, I certainly cannot claim surprise. Likewise, I can make…

I've spent the day doing very little of what I should, and accomplishing much. I cooked a meal of pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy (for the meat - the potatoes didn't need them) and orange jell-o (with mandarins). I've taken two or three naps. I've played at least two or three hours of SimCity, ...

It's a few minutes past 7pm. I sit at the island in the kitchen, typing an entry on the iMac G4 700 (named Cook, because the Cook is in the Kitchen) and listening to my iTunes library while a HungryMan Turkey dinner is nuking in the microwave. Gordon Lightfoot's "Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald" j...

Its 9:15 p.m. on July 3rd, and my inner child runs through the cool evening across the hot ground on all fours like a monkey …just because running that way feels neat! And he runs up to the curb, to the clearing, as if busting forth across the line, the bushes, to surprise and jeer…