obama... you need to talk to this dude

microwaves...

also check it out in HD here just click the "watch in HD" link under the video

merry christmas from my office...

beer run!

Since you can basically only buy beer by the case in Philadelphia (there are exceptions, but cases are the way to go) some friends and I go together every couple months and get a bunch of cases then split them up. Today we got 7 cases. It was kind of amazing.




We divided them up in the parking lot, and probably looked a little too excited about our purchase.

statistically speaking...

Cormac McCarthy said in an interview with Oprah that statistically speaking at any given time there is in fact a luckiest person in the world. He's right I suppose... I mean people win stuff... some people win a lot of it... and if you could tally all wins (or whatever else one would qualify as a sign of good luck) and make a list, there would in fact be a person sitting atop that list as the luckiest person on the planet. I think I know this person. She lives in Philadelphia and is my girlfriend.

Here's the breakdown.

Oct. 5th: First time I met Haley she buys a lottery ticket at a corner store in Fishtown. She says its her first one... wins $8.

Nov. 14th: At a fund raiser for Peru, there's a drawing for acupuncture treatments. A ton of people enter. Haley wins.

Conversation about an hour ago: "At our Holiday party I entered a raffle for a free weekend in Woodstock New York. I left the party early. I wonder who won." About 10 minutes ago I get a phone call. "Guess what? ... I won the weekend in New York."

That's three increasingly valuable prizes in as many months. I might need to plan a trip to Atlantic City for new years. Unbelievable.

my co-workers are a constant source of encouragement...

I love hymns

because they are full of stuff like this.

For every poor mourner, who thirsts for the Lord,
A fountain is opened, in Jesus the Word;
Their poor parched conscience, to cool and to wash,
From guilt and pollution, from dead works and dross.

A robe is provided, their shame now to hide,
In which none are clothed, but Jesus is bride;
Though it be costly, yet is the robe free,
And all Zion’s mourners, shall decked with it be.

-from The Gospel Brings Tidings by William Gadsby
-brought to my attention by Red Mountain Music -listen -buy cd


One of my favorite things about going to Alabama last week was going back to Red Mountain. The music is no small part of why I loved that place so much. Thanks so much to all the folks who lovingly work on it.

it's different here...

I'm glad to have gotten to spend Thanksgiving in Alabama. It's been wonderful to see so many of the people that I've missed so much since I left. I also couldn't be more excited to almost be on my way back to Philadelphia to see the new people Ive been missing.

aftermath...

This is what I expect the tables at our houses in heaven will look like after we welcome home old friends.

Thanks to the Smith's for the warm welcome, and being the hardest people in Birmingham to say goodbye to. I've missed you guys.

tagged...

So I was tagged by Susan.  Due to said tag I am writing 6 or so random things about myself.  While I'm glad to respond to the tag, I don't feel the need to tag anyone else specifically.  But if any of the 2 or 3 people that read this would like to write random stuff about themselves in return go for it.

I've developed an odd affinity for pumpkins this season.  I don't ever remember liking pumpkin pie, but I liked it this year.  I've also drank a ton of pumpkin beer.  DogfishHead Punkin' is the best by far.  I even made, well sort of made, pumpkin bread this week... kind of weird.

I'm learning that I'm a much bigger nerd than I ever thought.  My boss was giving away a book of fractals, and I was excited to get it.  I like all the math in it, but don't understand a lick of it.  I also was abnormally excited to find out that z-depth information can be contained and manipulated in RLA files exported from 3D programs when imported into 2D compositing applications.  

I am really terrible at bowling.  I wish I were better, but I am not.

I have an irrational fear of getting my fingers chopped off after falling down during the act of ice skating.... which I've never done.

The fact that the Market - Frankford line is both a subway and an el blows my mind.  I mean I get it... but still.

I constantly replay conversations and events in my head.  I think of things I should have said, or said differently.  I wonder how that would have changed the outcomes of conversations.  I think that I do it so I'll be better prepared next time.  I never am though.  Every time I walk away and my head is flooded by more clever comments,  better explanations for myself or the perfect parting words that I typically am left to say to myself.

broken iPhone...

So... my iPhone broke. It actually kinda got soaked by the most rain I've ever seen in my life... while it was in my pocket... as Haley and I were also being soaked by said rain. I'm no meteorologist, but I would say at least 8 to 12 inches of rain fell in the amount of time it took us to walk the last 5 to 6 blocks to my apartment. We looked like we'd been swimming in our clothes. Ridiculous. Anyway... the phone would turn on, but there was about a third of the touchscreen that no longer worked. I got up this morning and decided I'd drive to King of Prussia (yes that is an actual place) to the Apple store and see what, if anything I could do. I get there, make my maintenance appointment, then get to walk around for about two and a half hours waiting on my Genius to become available. In that time I got attacked by a toy helicopter, had my hands exfoliated with salt from the dead sea, found a bathroom to wash dead sea from my hands, and determined that Vampires are definitely in this season.

After all that was done I met Wallie*, my Genius.
"Whats the problem with your phone?"
"The touchscreen isn't working in these areas."
"Oh that has to do with the thermal layers. Let me run the info and if its under warranty we'll get you a new one and you'll be on your way."
"Oh great."
I knew it wasn't under warranty, but I'd let him run it just in case. Then something amazing happens. Wallie goes to the back and gets a small white box... from a gigantic lego-castle-ish stack of small white boxes and pulls from it a shiny new non 3G iPhone. After typing in some stuff on his computer he comes over and says,
"Its not under warranty, but I ran the serial and your phone is known to be prone to this type of issue. We're going to replace the phone at no cost to you."
"Oh great." and in my head I think... "my phone is prone to getting soaked by an afternoon torrential downpour. cool."

Hooray Apple! Hooray Wallie! And hooray for not asking any questions about when I first started noticing this problem!

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*not his real name... I remember his real name, but though it might be better to not use it.

my neighborhood...

Took this a little while back while walking home. Its a couple blocks away. There's a lot of speculation about the meaning of shoes tangled in wires. I think it means at some point in time someone threw some shoes up in the wires to see if they could get them caught. I had shoes tangled in the wires at my place in Montevallo too. Probably meant the same there.

what I've learned about Philly...

I've decided that Philly is a town that's just waiting for something to honk its horn at.

would this be too offensive...

So the Phillies are in the World Series.  In all likelyhood the Rays will be in.  This got me thinking.  My buddy Allen lives in Tampa, I live in Philly... we need to finally work together on something.  

We're brainstorming.  Here's the direction that I'm leaning.  I find it amazingly interesting that people are talking about how the Rays rise from being the worst team in baseball last year, to the best this year... has something to do with it being the same year that they had a PR make over, changing their name from the Tampa Bay Devil Rays to now simply the Rays.  People have, perhaps only jokingly, said that now the Lord is on their side.  Allen says people in Tampa actually talk about that a good bit.

I think it'd be pretty amazing to sell World Series Indulgences at bars.  You know like the Catholics used to do so families could buy their dead relatives out of purgatory.  I want to get a Rosary Box or some kind of old looking box and decorate it with a blend of religious iconography and baseball memorabilia, make a paper pad of indulgences and let people purchase them.  I'd like to make a couple of these little altars and install them in a couple neighborhood bars.  I'd like to let people write prayers and drop in the box as well.  It'd be cool to take some photos to document it too.  Would that be too offensive, or just the right amount of blasphemy?

i'm old now...

ridiculous...

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hipsters...

Interesting article about hipsters, and the end of the Western Civilization.

A tidbit, "We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us."

Read the full Adbusters Hipster Article

and yeah I know... two in one day.

a short one...

I think John Dorian said once, "If my heat wrote songs they would sound like this."  I feel pretty much the same way about David Bazan.  His songs are playing on repeat in my head at most any given time.  Here's the one that's dominated the rotation lately.

Epiphany

It occurred to me tonight that Doogie Houser M.D. was the world's first blogger.

Eat it blog world. No matter how hard you try to catch up... you're (we're) just chasing the 80's.