Monday, September 28, 2009

Everything is Happening Now



Future takes a lengthy glare
And strongly holds me down
it whispers in my reddened ears
"everything is happening now"

Everything
Everything
Everthing is happening now

melody drifts slowly by
the drifting snow profound
while staring in my lover's eyes
everything is happening now

yellow morning shining sun
and not a single sound
come, shine your light on everyone
everything is happening now

Everything
Everything
Everything is happening now.

Prefered Career Fields









Wednesday, September 23, 2009

So, There's Been Some Rain in Atlanta



From Lauren

Hopeful Supplication




So, the Cardinals clinching the NL Central and home field advantage for at least the first series is a foregone conclusion at this point. They need two more victories over the course of the next two weeks, and they're in. Now the new dilema becomes who they will play. If they can manage the top seed in the playoffs, they'll be playing the Wild Card team. Currently, the Colorado Rockies are leading in the Wild Card race, with Atlanta and Florida both within 5 games. Here's why I care; if the Atlanta Braves win the Wild Card, I could be within 140 miles of a Cardinals playoff game (if they draw Atlanta.) And that would be awesome. I would skip work and go to jail if I got to see a Cardinals playoff game. I already had to miss the All Star Game thanks to uncle Sam (259 days and counting.) And if I were to get to see Prince Albert (above) and crew whoop up on the mediocre Braves, it would make all the struggle of my life thus far worth it. So, for the next two weeks, LET'S GO BRAVES!!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Six Word Stories

I came across this website several months ago, and couldn't track it down again until recently. The premise is posting user-submitted stories that last no longer than six words. Some are hilarious, some are dismal. Most of them read like a newspaper headline, but it was fun scrolling through. Here's a few I liked:

Things were good. Then came Man.
—Rindo R.


Popped. Couldn’t stop. Chronic heart disease.
—Luke Surl


Wolf catches little pigs… and flu.
—Donnie


And that's my Saturday morning at work.

Music Makes a Come Back



Albums I'm excited about:
1. Curse Your Branches by David Bazan (of Pedro the Lion, my personal favorite band of all time, more on that later)
2. WPA by Works Progress Administration (featuring Sean and Sara Watkins, et. al.)
3. Aim and Ignite by fun. (formerly The Format, minus the teenage angst)
4. 500 Days of Summer Soundtrack by Various artists
5. Monsters of Folk by Monsters of Folk (Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes, Jim James of My Morning Jacket, M. Ward et. al.)

Check 'em out if you're bored...

Friday, September 18, 2009

Bloggy McBloggerton



And I'm back, thanks to a little bit of prompting from the most beautiful girl in the world. The past few months have been comparatively earth-shattering for some reason. Lauren (see above) has completed a huge transition, moving last month to Atlanta, GA to attend Georga State University. Young Life has started the semester, and we're rocking pretty hard as of late. Life has been moving briskly, as I count down the final 265 days of my US Navy enlistment. The most pressing question in my life right now, is what that next step will be once I depart Uncle Sam's payroll. School is a very real possibility, whether it's in St. Louis where I can live for free, or somewhere closer to Ms. Richardson. It's all up in the air, and I feel like I should be relatively stressed out about the whole scenario. But, I'm not. The greatest excitement that I feel when thinking about being out (and I think about it a lot,) is simply being out. It's freedom. I can go anywhere. I can do anything. I can drive to Colorado on a whim and not have to worry about the Navy calling me in to work on a Sunday. I can take a train to Chicago to catch a Cards/Cubs game and not be stressed about filling out the paperwork exactly right so I can get the signatures I need for permission. I can grow out my hair to pre-navy lengths and not one single person will say a word to me about it, nor my ironing, or the shininess of my boots. I will be free, in a very real sense. And for that, I am excited. I do understand that the weight of this freedom will be heavy. And I know it is childish and naive to assume that the cares and concerns of gas money, car insurance, rent, medical bills, etc. will never strike or be as real an oppressor as the Navy ever was. I am fully aware of that. But, in 265 days, I am free to experience all of these woes on my terms, in my time, and in my freedom to pursue the things and people that God has set me aside to pursue. And for that, again, I am excited.
Peace and Love