Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Everyone KNOWS that In and Out makes the best burger!

I am always at the airport.

Seriously, I am always there picking up a friend, dropping off a coworker, greeting a work team, or doing something at the airport. At times it feels like I belong there.

Drop offs are the easiest. I pull up to the curb, get out of my car as a cop or some airport employee starts telling me I can't stay long.  With a sea of white-shirted, black-panted, luggage-cart-wielding vultures waiting on the sidelines, I unload the bags onto the curb, waive off the oncoming swarm telling them 

"We have it, its ok, thanks."

Then a handshake and a hug, and finally a:

“See ya in a couple weeks.” 
“Seriously don't worry about paying me. It was my pleasure.”

Then, I leave.

Pick ups and meet and greets, are a little more complicated, but only just slightly. I go, park the car, hit the front steps, check out the monitor for the arrival times and wait.

If you are not used to the airport, things can get pretty overwhelming.  People shoving signs in your face, signs with names like like Wedermeyer, or Ivanov, or Vermeulen all giving hints to where these strangers have just arrived from. There are people screaming and shouting and selling lottery tickets, not to mention the slick looking guys with their shirts unbuttoned to their nipples asking you:

Where you going?”
“You need ride?” 
or just 
“What hotel?”

Now, at least, they have stopped asking.  Maybe its because I am there so often, or because I have a fairly memorable look (a 6'6" bearded white man is not the norm here), or because its ALWAYS the same people working the crowd,but  regardless why, they don't bother asking anymore.

Saturday, June 26, 2010


Ok, last week my wife, TVWM, confessed something to me.  She placed a picture of mine on a blog called: Dudes With Beards Eating Cupcakes.  It was by shear happenstance that she had taken a picture of me, with my beard, eating a cupcake months earlier and decided to submit it for posting.  Although they said there was a backlog of submissions, my picture ended up being posted the very next day.

So here is my problem.  First I must admit that my beard was spectacular.  It was approaching legendary status, but it caused me much strife.  You see here, in Costa Rica, I am a giant.  I stand out in the crowd like you would not believe.  I mean I am at least head a shoulders taller than just about the entire country, and as a result I am stared at.  A LOT!!!

The pain of being a pariah, coupled with my emotional need to be "accepted" reached a crescendo one day in March when some guy pulled up next to me at a stoplight here and made a face as if he had just witnessed a murder.  Now joke, hands on the cheeks, mouth agape, and I am sure there was a shriek.  Anyway, that day  I shaved it all off.

Seriously.  Like that!

Now I am growing it back, but I am not sure if I should.

Check it out here, and let me know what you think.

Ok, so the link isn't working.  Here is the picture.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I am my computer. BROKEN!

I am one of the hip new generation of computer users that have chosen to use one of those fancy looking, small, cute little netbook computers that contain about as much computing power as the Casio calculator wristwatch that I had when I was 12, as apposed to one of those much larger (about 4 inches wider and deeper), much heavier (actually probably a little bit lighter), much less "cool" laptop computers.

You know, your HP's, your Sony's, Your Mac's.

Anyway, this thing is great.  I can email and surf the internet at the same time...
   well,  I can surf a couple of differenet pages while another program is running...
   Ok, I can check my email and open my browser, but anything else causes it to crash!!!

Truth is this thing sucks, but...
Its mine and I love it.

Monday, June 21, 2010

I am a Quitter!

I used to golf.  

Well, I tried to golf.  For years, I would go out a couple of times a month and play a round or hit the driving range.

It all started in college.  My best friend, Jason, lived in this neighborhood that had a little 9 hole golf course strung through it, the longest being maybe 120 yards.  I didn't have clubs, so I borrowed a wedge and a putter to play.

A wedge, a putter, and a few friends.  

We had fun.  I can still remember how relaxed I felt out there. No pressure, no show, just a few friends hanging out.

When I finished with school I went out and bought a set of clubs. They worked for a while, then there was another set. Then the special wedge, the state of the art putter, a new driver, the latest balls, gloves, bags, shoes, anything to make me the best "golfer" I could be.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Lars, a Lesson in Love

I am in the middle of watching Lars and the Real Girl.  Its a movie that I borrowed from my parents about a year ago, but I never got around to watching it until now.  Actually, I am not watching the DVD I borrowed, I am watching it on television.  Sorry mom.

Anyway, its a story about a man who buys a doll, or rather an anatomically correct silicon girlfriend.  The doll is real, at least for Lars (if you are never going to watch it read the plot HERE). The strange thing is, the entire town embraces this doll, whose name is Bianca and is a half Brazilian and half Danish girl with nurse training, as a real life member of the community.  They don't embrace her reality because they are stupid, or because they don't know she is fake, but because the love Lars.

They love Lars in the midst of his delusions, in the midst of his break down, they love Lars for being Lars.  They love him so much that Bianca becomes one of the most popular citizens in town and Lars gets jealous.  Lars gets jealous because he is so wrapped up in the delusion he doesn't see how much everyone loves him.  He doesn't see that they are not loving Bianca, but him.  The fact is, for a while, Lars is just a douche.

Now here I am watching this and realizing that I am just like Lars.  At times,

I am a douche. 

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Working on the new layout

I have been working on the new layout and page elements.  Let me know what you think.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Where Are You Now? by Brian Chandler

Brian Chandler
Where Are You Now?
A Review

I ran across a post on the Burnside Writers Collective the other day entitled Damn That Radio Song (Hey, Hey, Hey), which of course is in reference to Radio Song by R.E.M. (I hope the link works cuz the man won't let me watch it here in the 3rd world.)  The author, Josh Langhoff, basically points out the sad state of "Christian" music right now.  Well, I will let Josh sum it up

I know it does no good to beat up on Christian radio.  Can it really help that it’s lame?  Couldn’t I just switch to the FAR HIPPER Dadrock station?  Why do I subject myself and my loved ones to this musical manure?

So as I am reading this inspired bit of literary gold I think back to that song, Radio Song, and I shed a small tear.  This guy is right.   Music on the radio, ESPECIALLY on "Christian" radio, is just lame.  R.E.M. and KRS-1 wrote that song, that fantastic song, a fusion of College Rock and Hip Hop, to be a light in the darkness.  Radio Song is a collaboration of two varying points of view and life experiences fused to form  poetic genius  with the sole purpose of raising awareness to the crap being blasted through the universe to bombard our sensitive auditory receptors.  

Its that same sing song, and the DJ sucks.  It makes me sad.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

I really love intellectually honest atheists.

A friend of mine sent me a video in response to my last post, I really hate Christians, sometimes.   I was encouraged by the video, and not because I look like a balder yet less rich Penn Teller, but because there are people that respect you for your beliefs and convictions.


Hopefully this will give you a little push to talk about who you are, and who you follow.
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