Mobile Minutes: Saturday Blitz


Up at 4:00 AM…

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Emphasis: NO. FILTER!

Three hour trip to my old college…
8:00 AM to 6:00 PM, Darco and I spent judging collegiate speech & debate contestants…

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I did too join a frat...ish...

6:00 PM to 8:00 PM…dinner…
8:00 PM to 12:00 AM…travel back home…
Zero. Regrets.

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The judge life is real...

-D-

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XXXI: Elite


Currently: Into the evening ritual that includes laying my feet upon pieces of ice for twenty minutes at a time. This can only mean on thing…
…story time.

While I’m stuck on the couch for the next hour-or-so, there was a story that came to mind that felt needing to be shared with you, the reader. A bit of a taste of what “XXXI” is about, its strange intent, ideas, and images. Sadly, it tends to revolve around one word that, over the years, I have grown to strongly despise: Elite. Continue reading

XO: History Repeating


I’m sitting with Darco at dinner this evening. Storms off in the distance and greasy cheeseburger in my hand. We have been getting better about not always talking about work, and instead we were talking about religion, theology, and the Bible.

God’s sense of irony is never-ceasing.

Darco had made a comment in regards to Jesus hanging out with the worst of the worst when it came to the sinners. He chilled with tax collectors, and even had a conversation with a prostitute; not real common for the time [compared to today at least]. He rebuked the pharisees hardcore. He just didn’t tolerate the crazy, sinful desires of a hypocritical leader. That wasn’t His style.

That’s when it dawned on me…

I’m not Jesus.

Though I do strive to be like Him on a daily basis [only to fall short frequently]. I continued to think, and mull over the words that Darco had stated and history itself came back to visit.

What if…
Now go with me here…
What if…
The American Church has become the growing equivalent of the religious leaders of Jesus’s time. Pastors are kicking out members, members are shunning non-members, and money is quickly becoming a priority along with carpet color, organs, and stained glass windows.

Physical church bodies fuss with other buildings, and a town of 5,000 people may have 25 different churches. Something for every flavor of the people who refuse to get along. It’s a line drawn between youth and adult, guitars and pianos, baptisms and sprinkling. NIV and KJV are three letter words thrown around as theological profanity, and forbid that someone new walks into the building.

Stop.
Stare.
Judge.
Move on.

This is the church. It isn’t Christ’s bride, it’s the reaccurance of a curse that He lifted two thousand years ago. The once lost and wicked are the ones tossing lots, heading accusations, and never understand that they haven’t changed from where they started. Allow Europe to be the example of where past follies lead in the religious sect. Show the haunting, empty, vacant corpses of stone buildings that string along the streets; never to be filled for worship again.

Where did the pharisees wind up? What happened to them? What was the outcome of them versus Christ?

I caution the American Church; heed history’s warning signs.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Joplin Archives


Random fact…

Back in the day I dreamed of being a storm chaser, working in the National Weather Service, and stare at the computer screen all day (I wound up doing one of those three as it turns out).

However, three years ago everything changed for me. I was eating dinner in Springfield, Missouri when I looked at my radar, seeing a nasty looking cell moving through the Joplin, Missouri area. I had no idea what had taken place until my boss at the time called me, asking if I would take my truck along with a bed full of water and Powerade, and head into Joplin. Working for Subway at the time, I learned that the our Subway in the Walmart had been destroyed and several people were displaced.

Upon arriving to Joplin, a city I knew very, very well over the years, the absolute horror completely changed my perspective of myself, the weather, and meteorology as a whole. Truth is that I couldn’t stomach what I saw.

Below is a video that I shot upon my arrival in Joplin; there is no blood, gore, etc…but it’s 14:00 worth of what the town looked like so quickly three years ago.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Work Load


There we go!

Now I feel useful. I swear that I’ve been staring in front of a computer screen for the entire day…literally. It’s been one email after one blog update after another email.

It’s work, I feel like it’s work, and it’s going to work. It’s worth the effort because I know it is feasible.

Can you imagine landing an account where you get to share with the world that there is a unknown President that exists in Missouri that wasn’t Truman? Exactly. That’s tourism money waiting to be tapped into.

Keep typing, blinking, and working.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Sinking In


Like anyone else, the result or the aftershock of today’s events are finally starting to set in. I’ve been working on my resume, applications, and cover letters throughout the day. Figuring out my new ‘budget’, and making adjustments to the Kansas City Shock as needed.

I don’t feel worthless, or sad. There’s a ton of questions currently, but knowing how stressed MC and my girlfriend are about all of this…that in itself tends to bring upon a new level of stress. I don’t have the answers, I don’t really know what to do, I don’t even know what my resume should even look like. I mean, what tools and knowledge do I actually have?

Ugh…frustration is creeping in a bit tonight. Darco has been working on some tea, and groceries were purchased.

To be honest, out of all the things that came about from today, while sitting alone at Panera, with my personal belongings all boxed up next to me, I could only focus on one simple thought:

I will not repeat my mistakes. I will not be out of a home. I will have food to eat. I will survive.

-D-