Listed are three axioms, if you will, on how to successfully navigate corporate Christianity in America today:

1. Churches are unpredictable and occasionally dangerous. Please keep all hands and feet well away from the bars ( Read more... )

My downstairs neighbor from Arkansas built himself a banjo from a kit. As I write this he is plunking out the tune to Dueling Banjos, drinking heavily, and cooking something that didn't quite make it across the highway.

I see a canoe trip in his future.

Just a happy skeleton video, in Japanese.

I went to the Taylor Guitars road show last night at From the Top Studios here in Fort Fun. It was pretty cool. I won a t-shirt, had a little time to chat and play a bit with local guitar hero Dave Beagle, and decided if I don't get a T5 soon I might explode. I also got to see and hear Wayne Johnson play. He's very, very good. I met and thanked one ( Read more... )

I probably had a dozen transistor radios when I was a kid. Most were black but one had a leather cover with a strap. It's funny but when I saw the pictures at the link I've provided it wasn't the sound I remembered so much as the smell. Cheap plastic and warm electronic bits. Of course there was also the taste of the 9V transistor battery that you ( Read more... )

I've spent all of my adult life trying very hard to be successful and thereby enjoy the fruits of that success. I've come to three conclusions:

1: I managed to make a lot of people happy for a day. I sang, or spoke, or did something that made them smile and they went on with their lives.
2. I changed a few lives. I sang, or spoke, or did something ( Read more... )

This is a great story. He'll probably be leading the NASCAR field in about 20 years.

I'm reading a great little book called, How Starbucks Saved My Life - A Son of Privilege Learns to Live Like Everyone Else. It's pretty engaging and several of his scenes are emotionally very familiar.  Now I read that Tom Hanks is making it into a movie and he'll play the starring role. It figures, even a down and out son of privilege can still ( Read more... )

Yesterday I bought a copy of Highlander at Wal-nast for $7.50. What a bargain I thought I'd snagged. I have never seen it for sale in the discount racks anywhere. When I got home I opened it up only to realize too late that Wal-nast had put it's price sticker right over the 2 in the title. Grrr . . .

Yada, yada, yada . . . it's been too hot to write. Also I haven't been too positive as of late. Maybe my impending vaca from my never ending duties plus some cooler weather will help. I hope so, this summer funk is wearing me down.