Monthly Archives: September 2008

On My Mind

This post will be brief, since I’m running around the new office like a chicken with his head cut off, but I have a few things on my mind:


Xperience is taking place this weekend, October 3-5. Friday and Saturday nights start at 7:30, Sunday night at 6:00. Because of how busy life in itself has been for all of us, the event has pretty much caught us off-guard. We have so much to do this week, and to be perfectly honest…I’m dreading the preparation (but not the event itself).

So, if you’re available…BE THERE!

The Economy

I’m no economist (I’m sure you’re stunned). However, a quick look at the Drudge Report during the day, displaying the stock market crashing and burning, helps me realize that we’re not exactly in the best place financially.

My friend, Than Hurst, is almost certainly in a state of despair. The fact is that a recession is upon us, and there’s little that can be done about it. Sure, the government is putting this massive bail-out through its paces; it was shot down earlier today by the House of Representatives. But is it really a long-term solution? No.

A long-term solution would be that the richest of the rich in this country would stop being so greedy and be satisfied with simply being “enormously and disgustingly wealthy,” instead of striving to be “King Solomon on steroids” wealthy. Their reckless business practices are what have put us in this situation in the first place.

The reality is that we’re going to go through some tough times. All of us.

But God will still be God, and maybe a stronger dependency on Him is what we need anyways.


I need to end things on a slightly less terrifying note…

I’ve been thinking about modern-day music and what musical themes will be considered “classics” 200 years from now. We all know and love Beethoven and Mozart, but will anything from the present age be comparable to their masterpieces when viewed through the perspective of time?

My opinion: perhaps.

The music industry is over-saturated with worthless garbage, but there is one element that is often ignored: soundtracks. The timeless and endearing music of this age is not coming from Souljah Boy or Miley Cyrus; it’s coming from our soundtracks.

Who doesn’t recognize Darth Vader’s theme from the Star Wars movies? Can you whistle the Superman opening tune? And for those of you who have ever laid a hand on a controller and participated in an $18,000,000,000-per-year industry known as the video game market: do you know what Super Mario’s dungeon music sounds like?

The musical geniuses of our age are guys like John Williams, Randy Newman, and Nobuo Uematsu.

Laugh it off if you want, but these guys definitely have a leg up on all the “music” on your radio stations. No one will remember Fall Out Boy 200 years from now, but I guarantee you people will still sound out the “Jaws” theme from the beach when their buddies swim into the surf.

Now I’ve got to get back to work…


The Boys

Due to the amount of time I’ve had to spend doing other things, I haven’t been able to put up as many family pictures lately, which is a cryin’ shame. A shame, I tell you!

Therefore, I’m sharing some recent pictures of “The Boys.” Click on the images to be directed to their Flickr pages.

Jackson Luke distracted from watering plants with Honey for a brief second:

Luke Orange

Harrison, barely caught in focus while tearing up Mom and Dad’s driveway:

Harry's Tricycle

And Lincoln, displaying one of his 1,000,000 crazy expressions:

Lincoln's Shock

Jonah & Melissa

I had a great time reconnecting with an old friend and meeting his fiance to take their engagement pictures a few weekends ago. Her bridals are coming up, and it’s going to be a veeeeeeeeeery cool location.

I’m looking forward to it! Thanks so much for trusting me with this huge event in your lives! See you soon.

Jonah & Melissa

And, of course…

Bette Midler Saves You

Bette Midler: Green Hero

Apparently Bette Midler has stopped touring because she’s feeling guilty for destroying the planet.

The 62-year-old says she feels that the fleet of 14 lorries she uses to ship her show from city to city causes too much pollution.

So instead she’s decided to pitch up in Las Vegas and do a $13m residency instead.

Actually, I think the 14 “torries” are used to haul her massive ego, not her show.

“I don’t drive much, I have a Smart car, I have a hybrid, I drive a [Toyota] Prius,” she says.

Okay, everyone! There is no longer a need for panic! Bette Midler is driving a Prius! Climate change crisis officially over! Nothing to see here! Move along…move along…

Backing Democrat Barack Obama for the White House, she’s suspicious of the competition, namely Republican hockey mum Sarah Palin.

“I’m a little nervous about her politics and I’m a little nervous about her ideology. After eight years of a strictly ideological administration, I don’t really want to be subject to that anymore.

Okay, so how about a little honesty, Bette? What you mean when you say that is not “ideology.” You mean “religion.”

Oh, those derned Christians with their trucks and guns and coal plants…

Oh, and if you’ll notice: Bette’s show in Vegas costs $13,000,000 to put on just to pump life into a dying career that is doing little more at this point than desperately attempting to help Bette prove that she’s not an irrelevant and archaic overachiever. How about giving $13,000,000 towards the AIDS crisis in Africa or providing water for remote villages whose residents are hiking miles a day just to fetch enough water to keep their families alive for another day?

Egomaniacal show business blowhards are really getting under my skin today…

In Your Face!

As I sit here in the doctor’s office, making full use of Willis Knighton’s public Wi-Fi, I came across a nice little news story. Actually, I was slapped in the face with it, thanks to the Drudge Report’s massive headline. I thought it might sound better in context, so I clicked the link and read the entire article.

Context didn’t help.

From Obama mocks McCain in Nevada stops (

In Elko, Obama tried to anticipate his critics and called on the crowd of about 1,500 to sharpen their elbows, too.

“I need you to go out and talk to your friends and talk to your neighbors. I want you to talk to them whether they are independent or whether they are Republican. I want you to argue with them and get in their face,” he said.

Now, I’m not sure about you guys, but the Audacity of Hope™ and Change You Can Believe In™ campaign seems to be sounding a bit different…

Let us clarify what it means to “get in their face.” For those who aren’t quite familiar with the term, I shall paint a picture for you.

You’re on the basketball court. Some guy fouls you so hard that your lip starts to bleed. You then bump chests and put your noses about 3 inches away from each other, and you proceed to scream violently with spittle gathering not only in the corners of your mouth, but also the face of your opponent as it flies in bubbly little groups in his eyes/nose/mouth region.

This is “getting in someone’s face.”

Do you really want to do that to your friends and neighbors?

Today is the Day I Scream, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

I am now taking donations for the Help Ryan Float on a Cloud Fund™, also known as HRFCF.

Canon 5D Mark II announced.

5D Mark II

Full-frame with 21.1 megapixels, standard ISO of up to 6400 (expandable to 25,600), Digic 4 image processor, HD video capabilities (1080p), at $2,700 (body only).

In layman’s terms: this camera is going to be using a resolution that would make a decent image the size of your door in extremely low-light conditions with that beautiful film-like image that only a full-frame sensor can provide. Ladies and gentlemen, this camera makes me nauseous with anticipation.

Of course, it’ll take me two years to raise money to purchase it, but I’m already groaning. Today my mantra will be “Money can’t buy happiness, money can’t buy happiness, money can’t buy happiness…”

Pride Comes Before…

In case you missed it, watch what happened to the mighty rookie for the Philadelphia Eagles, DeSean Jackson. You will probably have to watch the replay in the second half of the video to see it clearly.

Dropping the ball in celebration at the one yard line is the equivalent of………well, I can’t think of anything else quite that dumb, to be honest.

It serves him right. It also saved me quite a bit of stress; Jackson played for the fantasy football team that I was competing against this week. Also, he’s an Eagle, and everyone knows that the Philadelphia Eagles are Satan-worshipping neanderthals who feast upon the corpses of their family dogs.

Moral of the story: just do your job and let others draw attention to the work you’ve done.

Brick by Brick

Describe to me what you see in this picture.

Trafalgar Square

Why, that’s Trafalgar Square in London, right?

Wrong. It’s a miniaturized representation of Trafalgar Square made entirely of LEGO bricks. Notice the “full-sized” people standing in the background.

See also: the Chrysler Building and Creepy LEGO Art.

When I was a kid, a good part of my tiny little life revolved around LEGO bricks. Brad and I would spend hours upon hours building everything imaginable. If I remember correctly, Brad’s LEGO collections were built as specified by the instructions that came with the toys. I preferred to build them by the book, take them apart, and then build whatever I wanted to in their place.

There is another LEGO memory that stands out in my memory. Once, my family was entertaining the “King’s Clown,” Lloyd Squires at our house. As usual, I retreated to my room and began to play in solitude. A few minutes later, he came around the corner, saw my LEGO brick collection and screamed, “COOOOOL! LEGOOOOS!”

We sat around and played until he had to leave. He showed me how to build underwater cameras with just a few bricks, screamed as he beheaded little LEGO men, and generally expanded my understanding of the little LEGO universe. Just an 8-year-old boy and a 40+ man sitting in a room with thousands of LEGO pieces scattered everywhere, having the time of our lives (or at least mine).

To this day I have to resist the urge when I walk by the toy aisles in Target and see something like a LEGO Star Destroyer. The stupid thing is $200, but I’m still like, “Hmmmmmmm…I bet Shari would love the Star Destroyer being the centerpiece of our breakfast table…hmmmmm…”

I guess the point I’m trying to make is that we have a tendency to suppress that little kid inside of ourselves. Watching kids play and listening to the way they interact with each other is liberating to me. They’re so uninhibited and honest; we don’t develop restrictive insecurities and the tendency to hide what we really feel until we approach adolescence.

Maybe it’s not really the LEGO bricks that I’m drawn to. Maybe it’s the openness, the energy, and the sheer joy of living that makes me want to be a child again. A rough and tumble toddler doesn’t need a Playstation; all he needs is a few stairs to climb and jump from for an hour.

Being an adult is hard. It’s less fun. It’s restrictive. It’s boring. It’s tiresome.

Understand that I’m not suggesting that all the adults of POBC gather together tonight at 6:30 and slide down a mud hill together, but there is something to be learned from the life of a child. Be honest with each other. Don’t be afraid to express yourselves. Laugh loudly. Don’t hold back your tears. Have fun. Don’t get caught up in solely expensive things. Actually live without fear of what others will think of you.

Psalm 8:2 (NIV) – From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.

Matthew 18:1-4 (NIV) – At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. “And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.


Live like a child. Care like a child. Worship like a child.

Just don’t reclaim the habit of soiling yourself.

Paying Your Dues

I have to admit, despite all the worry and fear over Gustav and Ike (primarily for my friends and family on the coastlines), there is one extraordinarily entertaining aspect to it all…

Crazy people.

And by crazy people, I mean journalists. And bears.

Of course everyone is going to be drawn to this one…Geraldo BITES it. Also, notice the YouTube prophecy (correct).

And last but DEFINITELY not least, the bear:


Several people have commented and said that my blog has been neglected lately. They are absolutely correct. My blog has been ignored, rejected, spat upon, and indicted on charges of money laundering.

Actually, there are two reasons that I have continued to update less frequently. The first is that I’ve been pretty busy (and sick) lately, so I’m not motivated to post as often.

The second is this: my purpose for the blog has changed. Obviously sharing photos from/to various clients and potential customers is always a part of things (photo-related content only at my photography blog), but what about the random nonsense in which I had a tendency to become wrapped up?

I don’t want this blog to be a means of adding to my sense of self-importance. Everyone and their mother has a blog to go along with their ridiculous opinions. People probably don’t care about what I think, and why should they? They care about gathering information, about laughing, and about growing.

Therefore I’ve allowed the blog to become a bit of an aggregator. I gather the news items that are important, share stories that are informative and/or touching, post videos that I think are essential to your existence (or at least tickle your funny bone), and little else. After all, do we really need another inflated ego on the Internet?

If I’m wrong about this, then leave a comment and tell me. I don’t know how many people are subscribed to this blog, but we recently went over 20,000 hits. That’s a decent number, even if it’s only the same 20 people returning time and time again. If you want me to do more than just share little quips, stories, and videos…if you actually want me to share the perspective of an ADD-stricken, eyebrow-wigglin’, youth pastorin’ independent conservative, then please comment and tell me what would keep you coming back.

OR if you think this blog offers little of worth than what everyone else is already providing, then let me know that too, and I’ll reformat or dismantle the entire thing without a second thought. I just don’t want to be another person on the Intrawebs™ that seems to think his/her opinion is better than everyone else, and “OMG, I’m so important, you should listen to what I say!”

So tell me.