Archive for July, 2006

Bad Vinyl

Sunday, July 30th, 2006

Admit it. What is the most embarrassing music that you ever purchased? Here is mine.

The music was cookie cutter Fluff Hair Metal. But me and all of my friends thought this was the hottest woman on the planet at that time.

So go ahead. Post the album cover. Give your excuse. And please give me a trackback.

I’m wore out.

Saturday, July 29th, 2006

I thought I would give you folks a nice post. Work has me ornery, tired and mean.

Sort of like this fella. Just let him sleep. Awake, he aint nothing but trouble.

So it is off to bed for me. Tonight I will go back to work again. Yippy. I’m looking forward to that overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

Moving Pictures

Wednesday, July 26th, 2006

Yes, I admit it. This was my favorite album as a child. I was a huge Rush fan. But that is a subject for a post at some other time.

This was simply the first image that came to mind.

You see Blogger got sick of me and those like me abusing them. They said quit using me keep your pictures for you. Many folks can see that Blogger will no longer allow pictures from their server to be remotely accessed.

So I am currently moving all of my images from Blogger to my own server. I may still use Photobucket for some but most are getting moved onto my server.

Please bear with me. Some of my posts make no sense without the pictures to go with them. Putting this all back together is no mean feat.

Jeff has taken office.

Tuesday, July 25th, 2006

Introducing the Greater Louisville Minister of Silly Answers.

K.I.S.S.

Sunday, July 23rd, 2006

I have been told I over simplify things. This may be true sometimes. But most of the time, folks actually over complicate things. Most real solutions are simple.

Yes simplicity is truly valuable. In engineering we have a rule known as the K.I.S.S. principle. K.I.S.S. stands for, “Keep It Simple, Stupid.” If you let a machine (or system of any kind) get too complicated it will not be reliable. The simplicity of a good machine is pure genius. Most problematic machines look like a bad game of mousetrap.

When I was in Junior High School a very wise teacher forced me to read Thoreau’s Life in The Woods. There is a powerful bit of wisdom in that book. Thoreau had his problems but he was right about simplicity. I too want to, “live deliberately…suck the marrow out of life…and know that I have indeed lived.”

Recently, I was told, “You don’t understand. It’s not that simple.” The solution really was, “that simple.” It just wasn’t easy. Sometimes simple and easy part company.

Wednesday, July 19th, 2006


Lord, bless Israel and the United States as we defend ourselves from those who wish to annihilate us. These enemies do evil in the name of righteousness. Give us strength. Give us courage. Give us victory. Amen.

Valley Creek

Tuesday, July 18th, 2006

I was a crooked tooth boy with stringy blond hair. My dusty boots and dirty jeans draped over the side of the striped bluff. The creek was speaking nonsense as I watched a water moccasin swim across.

I had been looking for remnants of the kickapoos or apaches. I pulled the lockblade from my belt and just whittled away at a stick. Intent on nothing, I could just take it all in.

For the first time in my memory the truth about nature hit me. The truth that God Almighty purposed something in this world for my own personal pleasure consumed my young mind. I realized the truth that this little slice of Texas was meant for me.

There is a place for me, a place with sandy banks and towering pecan trees. There is a place where deer and turkey feast. There is a place where I belong. There is a place of wonder and simplicity all wrapped up together. A place where the Creator tells me, “I love you, boy.”

I have seen that creek dry as a bone. I have seen it crest with frightening force. I have been there when I was strong and sure. I have been there when I was broken and down hearted. Being there just seems right no matter what.

Right now I am miles away. I plan and scheme about how I want to buy part of that farm. I want to build there. I want to go there.

In my mind, I’m climbing over the barbed wire fence and walking down into the special place I really love. I like the city. But it is not the same. I miss that special communion that can only be found in the shade of Valley Creek.