That’s right, my Sunday was a Sunday. Yep.
- Time spent with friends over burgers and cookies
- Sharing of dreams, and seeing the beauty of a new friend’s heart
- Watching older kids play with and instruct my kids
- Strawberry slobber juice on my white guayabera shirt
- Serendipitous meet-up with classmates to study for midterms
- Being moved as Dawn shares what God is doing with her
- Half an hour alone on the deck under the stars, taking it all in
- In bed by 9:30pm
- 8 hours sleep
Yep - that’s sabbath…
It was a great day:
- Fall semester paid in full
- Watching Wes use the slide in the back yard
- Glass of wine
- Steak on the grill, onions, mushrooms
- Watching Wes’ expression while I pretended to put mesquite seasoning on his dinner
- Chocolate Pie
- Watching the kids eat chocolate pie
- Bathtime with Sesame Street paint
- Curling up with Dawn, watching old episodes of The Office on my laptop
- Falling asleep to The Office
Awesome…
That’s totally me, right now. I am exhausted, tired, sick… sick and tired.
The funny thing is, I know why. It’s saying ‘yes’ very often, it’s saying ‘no’ very little. It’s saying yes to things that do not envigorate. It’s not believing that I need rest - until I really, really need it.
Anyone else get this way? What gets you going again?
To new friends, I share this story about Hugh Manatee:
Humanity had been the object of discussion this week. How to reclaim it, how to become fully human, how to speak human again.
It’s been an amazing few days making new friends from all over the country and all over the world at Humana. Thanks to all who participated, volunteered, gave their time, sleep, money, and sleep to be here. You were a part of questions being answered, and new questions I am asking.
Following an amazing evening at the World Music Jam at Erik’s on Eola, I headed to Taste at College Park to meetup with my friend Sean to see our old band’s drummer. Drummer Pat, as we call him, is incredibly talented musician who now rocks in a jam band called Brother Bean.
Sean and I grabbed a glass of wine and stepped into Taste’s music room. The lights, the music, the vibe - the Vox Underground MUST emerge here, I thought…
Inspired, I decided to snap a shot of the ambiance with my camera phone - only to find that too much memory had already been taken… damn- I would have to delete on the spot.
As I began to clear space, I felt a tap on my shoulder. An older man - portly, grey hair and bushy eyebrows was looking at me. If I were to dress him, I would put him in a three piece pinstripe suit - complete with pocket watch and long chain. Instead, he dressed himself in a black concert tee and knitted rastafarian hat. We had the following brief conversation in the midst of blaring jam band music:
Old guy: “Tell them I’m here” (pointing to my phone)
Me: “No problem - what’s your name?”
Old guy: “Hugh”
Me: “What?”
Old guy: “Hugh… Hugh Manatee”
**music playing, me stunned**
Old guy: “Tell them Humanity is HERE”
Me (stunned): “No problem!”
So, there it is fellow Vox’ers. Humanity was there in that beautiful mess. There was humanity - and Hugh Manatee wants you to know it.
I’ll be there - will you?
I had taken Google for granted for years now, but recently business school has me going Google crazy. I’ve been fascinated with their innovations – both business/organizational and the services provided. My latest ‘kick’ has been tooling around Street View on Google Maps.
Amazingly, I pulled into Starbucks on Kirkman this morning, only to see a small car with some crazy rig on top and California plates. The magnet ‘sticker’ on the back of the trunk said “Google Maps”. I had a semi-rock star sighting! I talked to the driver for a few minutes and thanked him for the service. He seemed to enjoy his job. “We’re pretty much done with Orlando, now I’m headed to Ocala”
Sweet…
I kind of wondered what the Street View of the Googleplex itself looked like, so I went to Google Maps, typed in: googleplex, mountainview, ca. It took me right to their building.
I did Street View, but nothing too spectacular…until I dragged the little guy to the opposite side of the block on
Charleston.
This is what I saw:
Must be a fun place to work!
***UPDATE***
Check this link for 15 other hilarious pictures on Google Maps:
http://mashable.com/2007/05/31/top-15-google-street-view-sightings/
#2 has got to be the best, but… then again, that really does look like E.T…
Like many people, I really enjoy a good cup of coffee. It’s been part of my day for at least a couple of years now. Sometimes, it’s many parts of my day…
Attending Rollins College for my MBA, the business plan bug has bitten me - and I have an idea. While I work out the details, I wondered if you might be able to help… I want to know more about your coffee habits!
- What do you drink?
- Where do you get it?
- Do you brew your own, or do you buy it on the way to… wherever?
- Do you know anything about where it comes from?
- Do you care?
As for me, I typically buy St. Arbucks on the way to work. When I have time, I brew my own - mainly french press as of late.
Congratulations to us - Dawn and I, that is! We met 10 years ago yesterday, through unusual circumstances right outside of a pub in downtown Wapakoneta. At the time, it was called the Koneta Inn. Now, it’s one of those ’schmancy’ meal assembly places. No matter - the memory lives on in our hearts.
We decided to celebrate the evening by spending time bowling with her brother and sister. Since the alley was taken up by leagues (and apparently a new high school team), we were left with one other choice - the Alpha Bar. Dawn had never in her ** years had ever experienced the Alpha.
I was fascinated to learn that the Alpha has a tradition of serving up “Tom & Jerry’s” right around the holidays. I’m not certain of everything in a T&J, but I tasted coffee, cinnamon, marshmallow, and whiskey. Anything else is a mystery. It was delicious!
Random Photo: Pictured below is the gia-normous box of chocolate that we saw at CVS. (Hand was added for scale)
Christmas just wouldn’t be complete in Smalltown USA without the late night gathering at the local Waffle House. We were greeted by the same ol’ menu with standard WH fare.
My hashbrowns were:
- scattered
- covered
- chopped
- smothered
- diced
- capped
I wish my camera phone did the exerience justice. The previous user’s food didn’t show up in the picture of the mug. Average coffee, good company, and great discussion rounded out the evening. As usual. Thanks James, Amy, and Dawn…
