Sittin' on top of the world
Roanoke, VA - I love this city
devastation & reform |
tear it down just to build it back up |
@johnmarkmc's music has infiltrated the Triad Cowboy Church. This young lady is singing the only song The John Mark has ever written: "How He Loves." I'm just kidding, it's a beautiful song and I'm glad the church has embraced it. I give her +3 points for sticking with the original sloppy wet lyrics.
I stay as far away from politics on this blog as possible, and that's because I d.e.s.p.i.s.e. them. "Everyone has an agenda," is what my co-worker always says, and in politics, that's the truth. The people that irk me most with their agenda are the Jesus sprinklers. You've seen them before — take just enough of the Gospel and just enough Jesus and sprinkle it onto your point-of-view for the advancement of your kingdom.
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(Read Dr Moore's article, God, the Gospel & Glenn Beck)
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Separation anxiety is assuaged by constant connection. Young people announce every detail of their lives on services like Twitter not to show off, but to avoid the closed door at bedtime, the empty room, the screaming vacuum of an isolated mind
The fatal thing is to shrink, to be interested in less, sympathetic to less, desiccating to the point where life itself loses its flavor, and one’s passion for human understanding changes to weariness and distaste
I'm just a car-nut with a camera, just like you.
*images are property of Sean Klingelhoefer / SuperStreetOnline.com
There is nothing like a drive through the country to make everything alright. Also, the weather this week has been fanfreakintastic.
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.
I've probably posted this before. But it's awesome. So here it is again. Martin Sexton doing what he does; rockin' your face off.
Martin is coming to the Visualite in Charlotte, NC on October 16th if anyone wants to take a field trip with us.
I always duck below the front of the grill when lighting the grill because of a healthy respect for flames/fire/explosions/etc and tonight my face is still intact because of it. My hairy wrist didn't fair so well when the gas finally ignited and the huge flame shot out of the grill.
Just be thankful you can't smell over the internet yet.
This little baby celebrated his 29th bday (and looks more like the bearded fellow everyday), these kids were all dedicated in '82 (and most of us are still friends), upgraded the rounds in our daily carry's, unexpectedly got to buy new tires for my box (these Sumitomo's look so manly & trucklike), & didn't do a dang thing Friday and Saturday except read my new book sitting on a sandy shore at the lake.
My little cousin, the recently married Mrs. Schlossberg, is taking cake decoration classes. She is building on her already amazing cooking skills. She made this cake for my birthday & it was stinkin delicious.
If you can't meet your hero while they are still here with us, experiencing something that made up so much of their past would have to be incredible.
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We all need each other. We all need second chances. We all need to learn from the replay. The umps, the cops, and me.
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Pedalboard surgery...time for a reshuffle. http://tweetphoto.com/39560179

http://twitter.com/Droff/status/21391127342
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I am super excited to see two people I love like family get hitched (07/31/2010). Photos from the reception are up on flickr.
(and will forever serve as a reminder of how not to shoot low light photos)
(Always check your ISO: ISO3200!?! what the crap?))