back to bloggin
I have been in the basement for a while and now I am emerging with the first blog in a week. Unfortunately, I am not sure there is much to say, but I will begin and see what comes. I will try not to ramble and I will be using bold headings so you can skip down as you wish.
Today
I went to Winston for a meeting and to accomplish a mission: get a haircut. Well, it didn't take long and I found a salon in a trendy place and got an average haircut. The stylist was nice, but as I think about it, my hairs are WAY too short; think Tom Cruise in Top Gun. I may be overstating, but it is not my usually choppy textured mess that Shannon has hooked me up with for so long. But, Shannon is in Raleigh and I am not. Gotta find something else.
I stopped in an outdoors store and had a great talk with the owner. It is a very high end hiking and camping store, but it is this guy's dream and he is loving it and it is going well. We had conversations about supporting the little guy instead of wally-world and he also gave me the number of another preacher in Mayberry who skateboards. I am excited about saving up my pennies and nickels and shopping at his store, but I am even more pumped about skateboarding with a late 30's presbyterian minister.
Bike Ride
I have a bike ride scheduled for the morning. It will be my first of in several years, and my first in the foothills. The last time I was on a road bike for any amount of time I was in Texas, and it was flat. We will be riding some hills and I just hope my bike has a low enough gear and I have enough gas. I passed on potatoes and ice cream tonight in favor of strawberries and green veggies to go with my grilled brautwurst. Tommorow, I may commit to green veggies for a long time.
Margin of error
If there is any thought that has been in my head alot lately, it has been this: life's margin of error is slim. I am not trying to be morbid or overly serendipitous, but really, there are near misses every day.
Just think about it next time you are passing a car on the highway, 5-7 feet from the other 2 ton heap of metal, at 75 mph. Or, the guy that ran a red light and just missed: I saw that today. What about that cup of coffee next to your keyboard. The red kool-aid or merlot on the corner of the endtable.
I am not saying all of these things are life of death, but, it has just been eye opening as I have been looking at this recently
Current listening
(I know the cd is big, but this one is not really recognizable in its smaller size)
I have been listening to DMBs Central Park concert. It is good, but it also has a great selection of my favorite songs. One line has stuck out this week though:
"my head won't leave my head alone, and I dont beleve it will til I'm 6 feet underground"
It is from the song Rhyme & Reason, whose title I had to actually look up. It is just weird how we get into such strange mind games with ourselves. I have recently been battling with lack of discipline and I often think about how I deal with being lazy at times and how sometimes I just click through things easily. I dont know what else to say, but in the words of the Ghetto Boys: my mind is playin tricks on me. See New Jack City I think. I never say it but think that song was on the soundtrack.
Next Week
I am headed to the ATL monday thru Friday for the Festival of Homiletics. It is pretty much a preaching conference with some really great preachers. I will be going with g-money and we will be listening to preachers and eating good food, hopefully. He promised workouts and with triathalons on the horizon for both of us, there is no time like the present to get working.
I wish you the best and thanks for reading.
Anything??? bueller???
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Today
I went to Winston for a meeting and to accomplish a mission: get a haircut. Well, it didn't take long and I found a salon in a trendy place and got an average haircut. The stylist was nice, but as I think about it, my hairs are WAY too short; think Tom Cruise in Top Gun. I may be overstating, but it is not my usually choppy textured mess that Shannon has hooked me up with for so long. But, Shannon is in Raleigh and I am not. Gotta find something else.
I stopped in an outdoors store and had a great talk with the owner. It is a very high end hiking and camping store, but it is this guy's dream and he is loving it and it is going well. We had conversations about supporting the little guy instead of wally-world and he also gave me the number of another preacher in Mayberry who skateboards. I am excited about saving up my pennies and nickels and shopping at his store, but I am even more pumped about skateboarding with a late 30's presbyterian minister.
Bike Ride
I have a bike ride scheduled for the morning. It will be my first of in several years, and my first in the foothills. The last time I was on a road bike for any amount of time I was in Texas, and it was flat. We will be riding some hills and I just hope my bike has a low enough gear and I have enough gas. I passed on potatoes and ice cream tonight in favor of strawberries and green veggies to go with my grilled brautwurst. Tommorow, I may commit to green veggies for a long time.
Margin of error
If there is any thought that has been in my head alot lately, it has been this: life's margin of error is slim. I am not trying to be morbid or overly serendipitous, but really, there are near misses every day.
Just think about it next time you are passing a car on the highway, 5-7 feet from the other 2 ton heap of metal, at 75 mph. Or, the guy that ran a red light and just missed: I saw that today. What about that cup of coffee next to your keyboard. The red kool-aid or merlot on the corner of the endtable.
I am not saying all of these things are life of death, but, it has just been eye opening as I have been looking at this recently
Current listening
(I know the cd is big, but this one is not really recognizable in its smaller size)
I have been listening to DMBs Central Park concert. It is good, but it also has a great selection of my favorite songs. One line has stuck out this week though:
"my head won't leave my head alone, and I dont beleve it will til I'm 6 feet underground"
It is from the song Rhyme & Reason, whose title I had to actually look up. It is just weird how we get into such strange mind games with ourselves. I have recently been battling with lack of discipline and I often think about how I deal with being lazy at times and how sometimes I just click through things easily. I dont know what else to say, but in the words of the Ghetto Boys: my mind is playin tricks on me. See New Jack City I think. I never say it but think that song was on the soundtrack.
Next Week
I am headed to the ATL monday thru Friday for the Festival of Homiletics. It is pretty much a preaching conference with some really great preachers. I will be going with g-money and we will be listening to preachers and eating good food, hopefully. He promised workouts and with triathalons on the horizon for both of us, there is no time like the present to get working.
I wish you the best and thanks for reading.
Anything??? bueller???
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