Dear people who shave their pets to look like other animals:
I’m pretty sure your over-weight chow does not want to look like a “lion.”
Please stop it. You’re being ridiculous.
No commentsFull circle
My first trip to California was in exploration of two things: a relationship with Kim, who had been a friend since our time at YWAM, and of what life could be like were I to apply for a graduate program at Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena. Kim and I toured the campus and fell in love with the city, but I never applied (we’ll save that for another postblog.
Fast forward a few years: I left my role at Community Food Bank to take on a newly-created role at Fresno Pacific University. I worked down the hall from Kim’s father, John, who has been vice president of finance there since 2003.
I left the university in February to pursue my own business; two weeks ago, an announcement circulated around campus that John would soon leave, as well, after accepting the job of vice president of finance for…wait for it…Fuller Theological Seminary.
(Didn’t see that one coming, did you?)
Obviously, this is an exciting time for John and the family. The transition will be slow, as Kim’s twin siblings will finish high school here, but within two years we’ll be the only family members left in Fresno—since that seems to be one of the re-occurring themes among boomerangs and creatives, this could get interesting…
No commentsSunlight and socialism
It looks like today is Fresno’s last day of 100° temps for the year, so it may be my last chance to complain about the heat for a while. Here goes.
I’ve noticed that when it comes to sunlight, many Americans don’t have access to adequate sun coverage. Such people often defer to tanning beds for “emergency” treatment to avoid long lines at public clinics pools. They cut holes in perfectly good walls so that they can filter in light and heat from the outside.
It’s just not right.
We in the Valley have an over-abundance of sun coverage—really, much of it is taken for granted and goes to waste. We have more than our share of heat and natural light, so I think we should spread the wealth. (Call me a socialist if you must.)
I propose a solar reform. Access to sunlight for all.
Contact your congressman; tell them I sent you.
No commentsPoetry and Pudding: Volume I, Issue 1b
I received positive feedback on my recent post about poetry and pudding—so much1, in fact, that I’ve decided to create a new series of posts. (I’m sure by now you can guess the title of that series.)
Here’s the skinny: I’ll share a poem that I may or may not have written2, and I’ll eat pudding. You can eat pudding, too.
For the first installment, I’ve included a few lines from early childhood3. It’s evidence that I thought “green” long before thinking “green” was socially acceptable—for that reason, I imagine the sheer depth will escape most readers.
Rainforests are Symbols
The Rainforests are symbols—
They are like an air purifier.
Rainforests are wide mountain ranges.
They are to us what water is to fish.
They are guardians of the sky.
Rainforests are like tall pillars,
They are a beauty of nature.
Rainforests are like a dying animal.
That’s deep.
1For future reference, I interpret all feedback as positive.
2Guest writers are welcome.
3I only wrote poetry as a child. 4 comments