Friday

It’s Friday… I’m sitting at work, SWAMPED! with busy work of the worst kind… However, it is 1pm PST and we are having a company BBQ this afternoon… and your favorite “sometime chef” (ME!) has been elected to “man the grill”!!!
So… the afternoon is looking up… more later

SDG,
Matty the Stranger

My hardest job

My friend, Andi, over at kung-fu chicken has written an amazing piece on the place of failure in the lives of our children. As parents, it is so hard to watch our kids fail. My son is an amazing child. I know, I know… I’m his dad, I’m supposed to say that… but he really is!  He is a master of bike riding, Pokemon, Power Rangers, Yugi-Oh!… He knows which Pokemon are evolved from which other Pokemon… He can remember which color Power Ranger each character has been and in which series… He learned to ride his bike w/o training wheels before his 5th birthday and it only took 2 tries… My goal for him this summer was to get him to the beginning of water safety… At least to the point where he would be able to get back to the side if he fell into or jumped (more likely) into water that was over his head… well… summer’s over and he’s there… I’m calling him “Fish” now!  He jumps in, bounces up off the bottom of the pool, turns around and swims back to the side, all without any help from me… wow…

But, he doesn’t “fail” well… He hasn’t learned to accept defeat with grace and with humility… He pouts, he cries, he has been known to scream and punch the couch… I don’t want to get him used to failure, but he won’t always succeed… How do I prepare him?
My parents always told me I was special and smart and talented and gifted…  Am I?  I guess…  But, so what?  Lots of people are talented… I know they never intended it, but I learned that I was entitled because I was talented… that things would be easy for me because I was smart… this is SO not the case…

So.. what?  I don’t know, really… I want my son to know he’s an amazing individual, he’s precious to his mother and me, he’s loved by God, and… he’s just like everybody else….

thoughts?

Today

Greetings all…

I’m in a really weird mood today. All jumbled up… I’m having a really hard time putting two coherent thoughts together. My emotions are running high… right close to the surface… I feel like if you were to scratch me, all the things that terrify me would seep out through the wound … I don’t know where to find a band-aid for this ache… no analgesic to soothe me… no salve or balm to ease my discomfort…

What I have against Micro$oft… Part 1

In  an attempt to further my readers knowledge and ability, I would like to take some blogspace to encouraging you to forgo Microsoft products, perhaps even one application at a time… In this way, you will, no doubt, come to realize that you truly do have a choice in how you accomplish every computer related task… In this article, I would like to address Microsoft Office…

The main argument I hear from people with regards to shrugging off the monster that is Microsoft revolves around the “flagship” product (well, after their sorry excuse for an OS), Microsoft Office…

Office is the “de facto” standard for documents in American business.  Why?  Because.

That’s all there is… It isn’t a great product… It isn’t particularly easy to use… It isn’t particularly intuitive… It’s the standard because that’s what everyone had.  Is this a bad thing? Not necessarially… in the beginning, data was just words… just plain text… and that was understood universally by all different programs…. with the advent of graphical user interfaces and WYSIWYG (What You See Is What You Get… pronounced “wizzywhig”) editors, the average user was able to determine what their document would look like… adding bold, underline and even italic elements… these simple options were followed by different text colors , ordered and bulleted lists, and even the ability to embed graphics within the document… each competing product implemented these changes in their own unique, proprietary way, incompatible with other products from different manufaturers… A document created in Word Perfect would not appear correct if opened in Microsoft Office, for example.  As the need to share documents electronically grew, for distribution, collaboration, or other purposes, these competing file formats became a nightmare…

UFC

Tonight I witnessed my first UFC fight night… it was VERY COOL… I really had never watched any of the fights before, but a bunch of guys from church were getting together and my boy, Josh, is a huge fan, so I wanted to check it out… When I was first introduced to Boxing in college, I held the opinion that Boxing was just two grown men beating the shit out of each other for no real purpose… a guy on my floor sat with me and pointed out how the strategy and technique were laid out during a boxing match and I was pretty much hooked at that point… I finally began to see the “sweet science”…

My opinion of UFC fighting was much the same… two grown men… shit… out… etc… UFC is the fastest growing sport in the world right now, so there had to be more to it that just that, right? So, when Josh said, “Wanna come over to Will’s house, watch the fights and eat nachos?” I said, “you know I do!” There were 4 under card fights (televised) and a main event…. with the main event fought last of the evening. The under card fights were interesting… the opponents appeared evenly matched, the fights progressed slowly and I was able to follow along really well… learning phrases like “arm bar”, “full guard” and “side control” The fourth fight was between Forest Griffin and “Shogun” Rua and by that time, I was really getting into it… I was learning to anticipate the moves and beginning understand what each change of position, each submission attempt and each strike meant in the overall strategy of the fight. As a group, the 8 or so guys there called each fight pretty well, and spirits were high. Finally, the main event, between Chuck “The Iceman” Liddell and Keith “The Dean of Mean” Jardin… What an event! It was fantastic… The fight went the scheduled three, five-minute rounds (I learned title fights are five, five-minute rounds) and The Dean of Mean won the match by split decision…

I had so much fun… I learned about a new sport and got to hang with and meet some new guys from the church… I am so grateful for The Crossing…

Friends

Life is amazing… Technology is amazing… Last spring, April, I think, I broke down and made a myspace page.  I’m pretty sure I was the last one under 35 in the entire nation to not have one… In a matter of weeks, I had reconnected to so many friends… and made quite a few new ones, as well…

In fact, I believe God used myspace to call me back to Himself…  my story and testimony on another post, k?

Now, I’ve discovered Facebook… omg!  In the last week I’ve exchanged emails with 3 friends from elementary school and a dear, dear friend from middle and high school… It’s quite a fantastic experience… I have been so lonely and desperate for friends lately… so isolated… and now, God has brought me so many new acquaintances who were old friends and acquaintances… It is an amazing answer to prayer…

FUBAR

On “Abba, God”, John Plummer’s blog, he tells of a revelation God gave him recently.  His statement was simply this, “There is no FUBAR with God.”  To those who may not know, FUBAR stands for “Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition” and if not coined there, it was made popular by the Sylvester Stallone/Kurt Russel film, “Tango and Cash”…

This is an amazing statement of faith.  There is no such thing as a person who’s life is FUBAR to God… No sin which can separate, no place we can hide, nothing which will render us beyond all recognition to God… as my own testemony/statement of faith can attest to… more on that in a later post….