Taking a Bite of the Apple

Real life has reared its ugly head the last few months, and although I’ve written several posts in my head, I never found time to put them down in the ether. Sorry about that, I’m going to see if I can do better in ’09.

Popular notion has it that the fruit Eve ate in the garden was an apple. We all know how that worked out for her (and Adam). I’ve swallowed my own Apple, and I’m not convinced yet the end is going to be any different.

A new MacBook Pro has been calling my name for some time now.

The Best Day of the Year

Remember when you were a small child and your mom said you were going to get to go to Six Flags/Disneyland/whatever in a few days? Remember how you couldn’t sleep and you kept asking “Is it today? Is it today?” and it never was, or at least seemed like it never was? Remember when the day finally got there you almost couldn’t stay in your skin you were so excited?

I still get that way. Except, instead of Six Flags ($45 so I can go spend the day in 105 degrees and eat bad, expensive food? Ummm, let me think about it, NO), it’s The Summit.

One Twelth of 12 Angry Men

I just finished reading Escape, and I’m angry.

I’m angry Carolyn lived most of her adult years in fear.
I’m angry her eight children were not allowed physical contact (hugs, etc.) with their parents.
I’m angry that after all she’d documented, her first lawyer still allowed Jessop to have visitation rights to those kids.
I’m angry that Carolyn didn’t even have the police to turn to when she escaped, because they were all in the FLDS as well.
I’m angry that we give this kind of barbarism protection under the guise of “religion”.
I’m angry that, although Carolyn’s escaped the physical clutches of the FLDS, her spiritual condition has not.

Dos Muchachos and a Gringo

(I wrote this article about our second Guatemala trip for 121’s missions newsletter, I thought I would share it here as well.)

As I rode back from Antigua to Guatemala City by myself last year, I had many thoughts bouncing around in my head (mostly because there’s so much empty space up there). As previously documented, many of those thoughts revolved around Joselin, the girl at the orphanage who had so captivated me. But, there was also the “roller coaster” question — “Hey, that was awesome, can we do it again? Huh, huh, can we, can we, can we?”

As with the roller coaster, the answer was eventually “Yes,” and Easter morning this year found us in Guatemala City, in an intimate worship service with just our team, in preparation for a week with the girls at the orphanage.

Blurred Vision

Ten years ago we had the opportunity to go to England, and, since it was a potentially once-in-a-lifetime trip, I decided to buy a “real” camera. At the time, “real” was a medium-priced Canon film SLR and a couple of decent lenses. The trip was a lot of fun, I took a lot of pictures, and discovered that I liked photography. I wasn’t very good at it, but I liked it.

In the intervening years I’ve upgraded to a digital SLR and a long zoom digicam. I still like to take pictures, but I’m still not very good at it, mostly because I don’t take enough pictures.

Overweight Suitcases

I don’t travel much, but I travel enough to know that checking luggage is a bad thing. To paraphrase Darrell Royal, there are three things that happen when you check luggage, and two of them are bad. I’ve gone on a week-long trip many times with only a single carry-on suitcase (and my laptop), and I would do it every time. If I traveled alone.

But, of course, I don’t always travel alone. I’m blessed to have a lovely wife to accompany me on vacations, the occasional business trip, mission trips, etc. When we travel together, checking luggage is a necessity.