sometimes i get a little bummed out. does anyone else want continual excitement, like in a movie or on a cool poster or in a great song?

i kind of just coast without becoming the person i like to imagine or leading a life that looks like the one i imagine. in my visualization i'm a lot cooler. well, i dress a lot cooler. and i hang out in cool places and only ride my bicycle around. i also have a fun job that is both hip and important. my home is well-lit by natural sunlight and i have a great sound system complete with a turntable/cassette player. basically, i would live in my friend travis's house in austin, if you've ever been there.

additionally, i write music and great short stories. occasionally i play in coffee shops, but mostly the songs are for me.

i suppose those things are all very shallow. i'm told they are. we're supposed to mortify the flesh or something. we're shooting for loftier things like godliness and service. i love those things, but i'm not sure it always has to be at the expense of...life.

i don't mind denying myself when it's necessary, but sometimes some of the things i feel compelled to deny don't seem necessary. these things feel like a natural part of me. i naturally want to be in certain places and to do certain things that are well-lit by natural sunlight. i also really want to ride my bike every where with people who also enjoy riding their bikes when possible. simple, i know, but it means something to me. maybe i'm a bad christian and seminary student. maybe i'm immature. maybe i'm bad at this whole self-denial thing. maybe i'm selfish.

or maybe i'm unhealthy for not expressing these things and thinking that i have to smother them.

what if every person decided to stop.

to stop measuring one another.
to stop measuring themselves against their own silly ideas.

to stop making mirrors. let the pond be your cloudy mirror. we weren't meant to see ourselves so clearly and with such criticism.


God is there and big. He is much lovelier; beyond the immediate, imposing surroundings that temporarily confound our vision



"i again saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift and the battle is not to the warriors, and neither is bread to the wise nor wealth to the discerning nor favor to men of ability; for time and chance overtake them all."

men don't want to know God as He is, but as they want Him to be

another one about fort worth

what? i kind of live here now. i take the city that i live in very seriously.

in this post i'm complaining so bear with me.

everyone who knows me moderately well knows that i appreciate a good cup of coffee. they may also know that i thoroughly enjoy and spend most of my time in good coffee shops, or at least i do when they're present. you see my friends, in the last year three of fort worth's four independently owned coffee shops closed down. we very recently lost the best of them all, eurotazza. i didn't get to enjoy eurotazza as much as i would have liked because it was too far away for even a weekly visit. the only coffee shop other than starbucks still open is four star coffee bar located downtown. again, the location is the obstacle to my enjoyment. there's no way i'm cruising downtown just for a coffee shop every week. it's not even that nice.

for the sake of comparison i counted the number of indie coffee shops in austin and it numbered around forty (there could be more because i kinda gave up counting.) there is one in fort worth, which is a city of over 700,000 people mind you. college station has at least four that i can think of off the top of my head. so, college station has 400% more indie coffe shops that ftw at least, and austin has 4000% more. i think that's right, i'm no elementary mathemetician.

this is upsetting to me. there are seven starbucks in my local area. that there are nearly no non-corporate coffee shops in the city of fort worth while there are 10 starbucks tells me this; the people in this town drink coffee but they have no understanding of the value of the local coffee shop. they don't get it. i have observed that fort worth in general is relatively void of any locally owned businesses. where is the creativity? where is the challenge or initiative? where is the pride in one's place of residence? the city of austin however, time and time again asserts that they do their business their way. there's little desire for the manufactured, packaged, mass-marketed comfort of the universal product or storefront. the locals do it best for the locals. pride, creativity, authenticity, entrepreneurship.

i'm not anti-corporation. i'm sitting in a starbucks right now (obviously i have no choice,) i bought my shirt at old navy, and my hoodie at target. i'm fairly corporate. i am wearing simple brand shoes though. i can appreciate a capitalist economy in which the more succesful business is able to produce the product more efficiently and sell it cheaper than the next guy. this is bigger than the large-box corporations though. this is dependent upon the local consumer. this is a state of mind prevalent within a large population. it scares me. does anybody else care?? and i can't recommend that anyone else try to open a coffee shop or any other small business because it probably will not be sustained by local consumers. small business is not viable in fort worth.

this is obviously not just about coffee shops. to me the coffee shop crisis is indicative of much more. it represents a state of mind.

fort worth for the long haul?

maybe, maybe not.

let's just all agree that the lord is crazy and beautiful. both. i'll tell you why i believe such a statement. the last nine months have been very literally, a roller coaster of emotions. in relation to past experience with my own emotions i would say this most recent roller coaster-ing makes those of the past look like the 25 cent airplane ride outside the grocery store. this one was big. based on that comparison, those of you who spent time with me over the last nine months might wonder if i typically express any emotion at all. i probably seemed pretty normal and chill. i was pretty chill for the most part, but it was in my alone time that the ride was most intense.

my greatest struggle has been over whether or not i should remain in fort worth. i've blogged about it in the past. basically, this city has been wretched and repugnant to me since the moment i crossed into its limits. it is not attractive and it seems to lack any character whatsoever. i moved from the mountainous wilderness in colorado to a tiny house in the bario with a steel plant for a backyard. add to that a truly abrasive, christian, academic atmosphere and you have a recipe for...hell? or growth (by the way, it's not all unattractive and it doesn't entirely lack character.)

i'll refrain from too many of the cliche's (refiner's fire, etc.). it does seem that we grow the most through adversity. ironically, the lord tends to move us exactly where we don't want to be. why? well, in my case it is so that i look no where but to Him. so that i find no contentment anywhere but in Him. if i can be content in fort worth, i've gone a long way towards that goal. there's more to it than that, but that is my ultimate lesson over the last nine months.

so...what exactly is keeping me? it seems that as i have realized more and more my freedom to leave, the lord has given me more and more reason to stay. my freedom has changed from freedom to leave, to freedom to remain. i am at peace with this. it has everything to do with my church. i know that no where else will i have the opportunity to do what i am doing in such a significant way. i am a part of something much greater than i realize and if i were to leave then i would lose this amazing opportunity. i am searching for church with people who are also truly searching for church, in the context of a ministry that is so needed and yet so neglected by the church as a whole. epic. my friends, this, this is epic.

eat your cat

i ate lunch today with my good friends, brent and jacob. we went to italian cafe, home of the daily three dollar bottomless pasta dish. delicious and endless. among other things we discussed the current moral, philosophical, political, and religious state of our nation. as you can imagine the conversation quickly turned negative, then pessimistic, and then apocalyptic. in the midst of our less than cheerful observations i shared my realization of the fact that should the city structure fail on a national level, i could hardly provide for myself. allow me to explain what i mean by that. first, have you ever sat back and considered the amount of infrastructure it takes to support the city? if not, simply think of the amount we rely on basic transportation and technology for day to day living. we don't grow our own food, we have it shipped into stores. we organize our lives via computers and cell phones. our homes rely on electricity and natural gas for cooking the food we eat and heating the rooms we live in. i'm just saying that if these aspects of city living were somehow hindered we would be in rough shape. imagine millions of people in need of food and water with no way of providing for themselves.

my solution in such a dire and fictitious situation would be to make a run for the country-side. i could live off the land, kill wild animals and eat wild herbs. unfortunately, i know next to nothing about survival and i'm a pretty poor hunter/fisherman, despite the number of man vs. wild episodes i've watched. in reality i could hardly provide for myself and i'd end up a sad, emaciated human being.

as i shared my lack of survival skills with my friends the answer dawned on me; domestic animals! i could survive by eating domestic animals, or at least feral, typically domesticated animals, like stray cats. my friends thought that under such circumstances that would be a great idea. my break through led us to the logical conclusion that good citizens should no longer spay or neuter their animals, but they should let them breed so that under such dire, fictitious circumstances we could eat them. so, i'm gonna make a bumper sticker that says, "don't spay or neuter your cat, just eat it."

fort worth...keeping it...real??

guys, fort worth is keeping it real

i recently discovered that we have a cumulative 60 miles of bike routes, with 240 more miles in the works. that's right, the city i thought was so outdated and behind the times is actually thinking in a forward fashion. i'm a little more inclined to enjoy my time here.

i won't bore you with too many details of the bike routes, but basically they share road space with cars on low traffic, low speed roads. it's now safer for me to cruise to the better areas of town on my very fashionable, healthy, and environmentally friendly monocog 29er. apparently streets are marked with signs designating them as bike routes, though i somewhat doubt the sign's effectiveness since i was entirely unaware of their existence until i actively searched the web. regardless, i feel a bit more justified cruising on the road by simply knowing they're there.

the impetus to my search and subsequent discovery was the motivation to start a bike lane/route initiative in this crazy town if no one else had. thankfully, someone else had.

my only hitch is fear. yes, fear is keeping me from diving headlong into bike-commuting bliss. i fear pitbulls; running around, free to roam to bite your leg off, pitbulls. for some reason folks in surrounding neighborhoods have no ethical qualms with letting their pitbulls run freely through the streets. i don't care what you say about the nature of pitbulls, i've been around several and they're all a little nuts. i can just imagine riding by the wrong one, being chased by it until i top out and am finally bitten right on the bum. oh, but if were to end with a mere bite on the backside i wouldn't be so cautious! no, those dogs don't let go once they get a hold of you, they don't understand catch and release, and they're incredibly strong. explosive strength. have you seen the size of their necks??
when i do finally man up i may cruise with a can of mace, or a black market police issue tazer. you know, the kind that can incapacitate a navy seal at 30 feet. my uncle's a cop so...i'm gonna try to get one. i promise to test it on my friends before i tag any wayward animals just to know that it works.