Random thoughts from Christmas and New Year's, now and in the past...
Hrm, let's start with the past, and hey, let's start with a bad memory, shall we?
Did you ever doing something you regret, years in the past, and then even just thinking about it makes you annoyed, angry...or even just laugh?
Well, I have a sort of laugh moment. It was Christmas...I think it was either 1998 or 1999. Peachtree City United Methodist Church. We had been working on a Christmas music program. We had a full orchestra assembled and performed a few services and then Christmas Eve services as well. I was tasked with solo singing what I consider to be one of the nicer Christmas songs, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day." It really is a beautiful song. I was REALLY excited about it. However, I was at somewhat of a vocal intersection in my life, as my voice had started stabilizing (men's voices don't really "set" until around age 17-25) but I had not really adjusted to it quite yet.
And if you know the song, you know there is a big build in the final verse with a high note that while not impossible to reach (unlike the high note in "O Holy Night") is still rather difficult to hold for your average tenor voice. And to make it worse, the build halts on the high note, then softens immediately into the end of the song. So I've got to belt out this high note, hold it and wait for the director to continue, and immediately go into falsetto for 4 notes and then back into modal (normal) register for the the final 4 notes.
Seriously, if I had the chance to go back and reverse it, I would tell the director - straight up - I'm not going to sing this song. Why? I'll tell you why...
BECAUSE...well, because I totally blew this in ALL 3 PERFORMANCES of the song. I sang 95% of the song perfectly, everything but the 5% of the song everyone waits to hear. I had to basically scream the high note to get it out, and then my falsetto cracked like a 13 year old boy. The final 4 notes of the song were a goner, too, because each time my voice was shaking from the vocal failure I had unleashed on the high note and falsetto.
After each performance, I did a couple of practice runs to fine tune it, but nonetheless, at the successive performances, as if on cue, I did the exact same thing.
If I could have dissappeared behind stage immediately afterward it might have helped my embarassment. But NO...we had to immediately go right into "Sleigh Ride" as if nothing had happened. Sheesh....
So every time I think of that moment now, I have an instant feeling of "holy CRAP...what was I thinking?!?!???" and then I quickly just transition to laughing about it, about how funny it is to sing a song you really like and then to really blow it in front of a huge church audience at the peak of the emotional build, ruining the song immediately. I guess it would have been an even funnier memory if it had been SOMEONE ELSE beside me.
It probably goes without saying that the director didn't ask me to do anymore solos ever again.
Moving along....
This Christmas was a lot of fun. Caleb got some great gifts from Santa Claus (how cool is that?). We did our Christmas here in Dacula a few days in advance as we spent the holiday down in Your Favorite Town with our families. It's really a lot of fun watching him play with toys, and get super excited when he sees all his stuff laid out for him. And this is just the beginning...next few years are prime-time Santa years. I think it's just the greatest thing right now. I'll detail more about it in Caleb's blog sometime in the next few days.
Another funny Christmas memory from the past...
My brother Michael was about 11 or 12 years old I think. He had asked for a drum set for Christmas. That's all he asked for...no candy, no toys, no anything. And as Christmas approached, somehow he got the idea that there was zero chance of him getting his wish. On Christmas morning, he decided he just flat was NOT going to get up and go downstairs to see his Christmas gifts, because he knew there was no drum set down there waiting for him.
At least that's what he thought. But when the rest of us went down there and saw it sitting there waiting for him, we all tried to cajole him into getting up. No dice. BUT...when someone banged on a cymbal and a drum, he practically teleported into the room. Now THAT is a Christmas surprise if I ever saw one. And oh boy, was he bad at playing on that drum set. At least he got Grandma and Grandpa up (their room was about 10 feet away from the drum set). He eventually got better, but that morning he was probably one of the most enthusiastically horrible drummers I've ever seen.
I'm sure his memory of that morning is a little different, probably just "OMG OMG! A DRUM SET! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
A few years later, that drum set was victim of a flood in our basement, but it still sounded okay after that.
And let's not forget New Year's Eve...
Our semi-new tradition is spending New Year's Eve with Andy and Abby. We've probably done it for 4 or 5 years now (except last year, which will always be fondly remembered as the diarrhea/vomiting New Year's Eve in my household).
It's getting more complicated though...kids, dogs, so on and so on. It's nice, though, not going out anywhere and just playing games with some friends all night. We got a bunch of new Wii games for Christmas this year, gonna have to try them out tomorrow night.
Hope you all had a great Christmas, and have a Happy New Year!
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12.30.2009
12.16.2009
Awww...nuts.
Random thoughts about something from a month ago...
So a few days after my birthday last month, there was this scare here at our house. Without getting into the details too much, I can say that it occurred to me that something wasn't quite right, physically speaking. And after about a half a day's consideration (and no shortage of just flat-out fear, to be honest) I finally called a doctor and made an appointment.
And again, dispensing with the details, I got forwarded from this initial doctor's visit along to another place to get some more information about the possible problem.
You see, something wasn't quite right about one of my twin boys, the beans, nuts...well...plenty of names for them. My immediate thought was "cancer" because so little else ever happens with those things, at least not anything you hear too much about. And there was definitely something there, just didn't quite know what it was yet.
Well I'll relieve any of you holding your breath at this point by saying that the doctors ruled out cancer. Good news. Great news, really.
But of course, it naturally got me into thinking...what if? You know, I've not had any major medical issue in my life. I broke my wrist once in 5th grade, but that's the only other time outside of being born that I had to spend any extended amount of time in the care of a doctor.
But all of a sudden, I'm thinking that something could happen to me. And really, I guess I never figured anything could. Not that I've always felt "invincible," just that I didn't think I had a target on me.
For those of you just hearing about this little episode for the first time, particularly those who might have expected to hear something about it from me personally rather than an Internet posting...well, I guess it's just not a real comfortable thing to talk about in the first place. In the second, I didn't like that moment of mortality that I felt, and perhaps reliving that brief emotion is just a little more than I wanted to deal with at the time.
For a whole 3 days while we waited for the doctors to give a final assessment, I kept finding myself occasionally distracted by thoughts...what would I do? What could I do? How do I have time to deal with something like this? Thankfully, I'm not in a position to consider such questions now, but the main takeaway for me has been a little bit more compassion for the multitudes of people around me and elsewhere who have found something like this becoming a major part of their life.
Oh, and about the actual problem...well, the doctors didn't figure out exactly what it is, just what it isn't. They ran some (extremely uncomfortable) tests, but in the end they prescribed me some medication and said it would probably not be an issue. So far it has proven to be true. Very happy about that one.
So a few days after my birthday last month, there was this scare here at our house. Without getting into the details too much, I can say that it occurred to me that something wasn't quite right, physically speaking. And after about a half a day's consideration (and no shortage of just flat-out fear, to be honest) I finally called a doctor and made an appointment.
And again, dispensing with the details, I got forwarded from this initial doctor's visit along to another place to get some more information about the possible problem.
You see, something wasn't quite right about one of my twin boys, the beans, nuts...well...plenty of names for them. My immediate thought was "cancer" because so little else ever happens with those things, at least not anything you hear too much about. And there was definitely something there, just didn't quite know what it was yet.
Well I'll relieve any of you holding your breath at this point by saying that the doctors ruled out cancer. Good news. Great news, really.
But of course, it naturally got me into thinking...what if? You know, I've not had any major medical issue in my life. I broke my wrist once in 5th grade, but that's the only other time outside of being born that I had to spend any extended amount of time in the care of a doctor.
But all of a sudden, I'm thinking that something could happen to me. And really, I guess I never figured anything could. Not that I've always felt "invincible," just that I didn't think I had a target on me.
For those of you just hearing about this little episode for the first time, particularly those who might have expected to hear something about it from me personally rather than an Internet posting...well, I guess it's just not a real comfortable thing to talk about in the first place. In the second, I didn't like that moment of mortality that I felt, and perhaps reliving that brief emotion is just a little more than I wanted to deal with at the time.
For a whole 3 days while we waited for the doctors to give a final assessment, I kept finding myself occasionally distracted by thoughts...what would I do? What could I do? How do I have time to deal with something like this? Thankfully, I'm not in a position to consider such questions now, but the main takeaway for me has been a little bit more compassion for the multitudes of people around me and elsewhere who have found something like this becoming a major part of their life.
Oh, and about the actual problem...well, the doctors didn't figure out exactly what it is, just what it isn't. They ran some (extremely uncomfortable) tests, but in the end they prescribed me some medication and said it would probably not be an issue. So far it has proven to be true. Very happy about that one.
8.11.2009
Poor choice of words...
Right now we're getting some work done at our house, general upkeep type stuff and a few "upgraded" items. So I've been contracting various professional tradesmen for the tasks at hand. One in particular just seems to have every warning sign going off, and yesterday was really sort of the end of the line.
THE SETUP
So I came across this guy as a referral from one of the other contractors who was providing an estimate on a related job. I gave him a call, and he came out and talked over everything for a little bit then left. I was told I'd have an estimate in an hour or two, but didn't hear back until the next day. His wife had a c-section the next morning and so obviously he'd been busy that day with the birth of his 2nd child. As heartless as it may sound though, I still didn't know why he hadn't shot me an e-mail after leaving my house, so instead I'm waiting a little longer. He mentioned he had his laptop at the hospital and he'd get me the estimate in a day or two.
THE DELAY
....or 3, or 4 or 5. Okay, so who knows what sort of fun birth-related things he was dealing with, but it took a while longer and another e-mail from me before I got a quote (and not a formal quote, but just whatever he had time to put together real quick). Regardless, I finally got some numbers about a week and a half ago. Everything looked okay, but he was still unable to provide proof of insurance at this time (a standard request for any general contractor). I'm told he'll get something sent off in an e-mail that night or early next day.
....or 3 or 4 days or so. Okay, I finally hear back from him a few days later, and he says he'll get the insurance info over to me sometime Monday morning, and he'll be here after lunch on Monday.
THE FAIL
....or not. I'm waiting all day, got all the furniture moved out and around so he can do his work, and when I don't hear from him, I give him a call about a quarter to 3pm yesterday. "Where ya at? What's going on?" Well, turns out he doesn't have insurance, he "forgot" to renew it, and he's working on getting it reinstated but it will be a day or two. Or three. Maybe next week. Why he didn't bother calling? Oh, he says he sent me an e-mail about 30 minutes earlier (it was 15 minutes). I let him know that a phone call is pretty normal when you're going to be late, or if you're cancelling the job...especially if it's already a few hours after start time.
Oh, another thing to note...the project he's doing must be completed before some other little jobs are done, so we're rescheduling these other guys all the time to accomodate this guy. He knows this, but still continues to push things back for what turns out to be no good reason.
THE CHANGE OF PLANS
So we have our phone conversation, he apologizes, gives excuses, and I cut him off. I let him know in a genuinely nice yet short way that this is all unacceptable. We leave it that we'll try to get something decided the next day (seriously giving this guy the benefit of the doubt) and that's that. Meanwhile, I spend a couple of hours finding other contractors who can come out and give an estimate and maybe get this stuff done. I find a good one, they come out, quote the job (for less money, I might add) and say they'll start work next day (an hour or so from now, in fact).
THE NOTIFICATION
So I shoot the original guy a phone call, he doesn't answer (per usual) and I leave a message saying another guy is coming to do the work, and I'll keep him posted on some other potential projects we had discussed. I apologized that it hadn't worked out, circumstances between us being what they were, and said no hard feelings, we'll try again next time. Am I a nice guy or what?
THE STUPIDITY
So with all my accomodation and niceties with this fellow, here's the e-mail (not phone call) he sends me a short while later. I've added my comments for your reading pleasure.....
"I got your message and was disappointd to hear this information. I felt that I made a promise to you (now your promises mean something?) to have the work finished tomorrow and it was left at that. But no hard feelings. Just for future reference it may be helpful not to ask for so many prejob requirements (beggin' your pardon, ma'am???). If it had not been for this (the request for proof of his insurance) your job could have been completed over this past weekend (...except the plan was to do it many days before then). I know you are just trying to play it safe (let's refer to it as "due diligence," shall we?) but I only have one in fifty customers ask for insurance (good to know that I am more intelligent and better prepared than 98% of your customers). References though are a more common request (and less useful in the event of a job site disaster). Anyways, I can still do the other work but unfortunatley I can not offer the same price (perhaps he feels that I am due a discount for my troubles...?). My initial estimate was more of a package price and since we have already cut that back quite a bit along with this additional work not being done I simply cannot do the other work for those prices (hrm....maybe he's NOT thinking of a discount.....). If you would like for me to requote the remaining items please let me know. Good luck tomorrow (can't be much worse, can it?)."
THE FINAL ASSESSMENT
Okay, so I had plenty of red flags and should have cut this guy out long ago, but I just felt like giving him a shot. As for his lack of business saavy...well, a lot of skilled tradesmen are excellent workers and horrible businessmen, so nothing new there. But this guy is either just having a really bad month, or he has an amazing combination of poor communication, lack of respect and failure to respond to customer requests. Regardless, anybody should know better than to tell a client that he asked too much. If I asked too much of you, dear sir, then why didn't you tell me so sometime before the job was supposed to begin? It is not my position to know what you are and are not capable of doing, it is your position to tell me. If I am too picky of a client for you, then either charge me more for your troubles or decline the work.
I did send a response to his message, but I still remained pretty upbeat with him. I told him where his train ran off the tracks, but I didn't nail him to the wall (which I probably should have). Oh well.
I guess I'll let you know how the next guy turns out....
THE SETUP
So I came across this guy as a referral from one of the other contractors who was providing an estimate on a related job. I gave him a call, and he came out and talked over everything for a little bit then left. I was told I'd have an estimate in an hour or two, but didn't hear back until the next day. His wife had a c-section the next morning and so obviously he'd been busy that day with the birth of his 2nd child. As heartless as it may sound though, I still didn't know why he hadn't shot me an e-mail after leaving my house, so instead I'm waiting a little longer. He mentioned he had his laptop at the hospital and he'd get me the estimate in a day or two.
THE DELAY
....or 3, or 4 or 5. Okay, so who knows what sort of fun birth-related things he was dealing with, but it took a while longer and another e-mail from me before I got a quote (and not a formal quote, but just whatever he had time to put together real quick). Regardless, I finally got some numbers about a week and a half ago. Everything looked okay, but he was still unable to provide proof of insurance at this time (a standard request for any general contractor). I'm told he'll get something sent off in an e-mail that night or early next day.
....or 3 or 4 days or so. Okay, I finally hear back from him a few days later, and he says he'll get the insurance info over to me sometime Monday morning, and he'll be here after lunch on Monday.
THE FAIL
....or not. I'm waiting all day, got all the furniture moved out and around so he can do his work, and when I don't hear from him, I give him a call about a quarter to 3pm yesterday. "Where ya at? What's going on?" Well, turns out he doesn't have insurance, he "forgot" to renew it, and he's working on getting it reinstated but it will be a day or two. Or three. Maybe next week. Why he didn't bother calling? Oh, he says he sent me an e-mail about 30 minutes earlier (it was 15 minutes). I let him know that a phone call is pretty normal when you're going to be late, or if you're cancelling the job...especially if it's already a few hours after start time.
Oh, another thing to note...the project he's doing must be completed before some other little jobs are done, so we're rescheduling these other guys all the time to accomodate this guy. He knows this, but still continues to push things back for what turns out to be no good reason.
THE CHANGE OF PLANS
So we have our phone conversation, he apologizes, gives excuses, and I cut him off. I let him know in a genuinely nice yet short way that this is all unacceptable. We leave it that we'll try to get something decided the next day (seriously giving this guy the benefit of the doubt) and that's that. Meanwhile, I spend a couple of hours finding other contractors who can come out and give an estimate and maybe get this stuff done. I find a good one, they come out, quote the job (for less money, I might add) and say they'll start work next day (an hour or so from now, in fact).
THE NOTIFICATION
So I shoot the original guy a phone call, he doesn't answer (per usual) and I leave a message saying another guy is coming to do the work, and I'll keep him posted on some other potential projects we had discussed. I apologized that it hadn't worked out, circumstances between us being what they were, and said no hard feelings, we'll try again next time. Am I a nice guy or what?
THE STUPIDITY
So with all my accomodation and niceties with this fellow, here's the e-mail (not phone call) he sends me a short while later. I've added my comments for your reading pleasure.....
"I got your message and was disappointd to hear this information. I felt that I made a promise to you (now your promises mean something?) to have the work finished tomorrow and it was left at that. But no hard feelings. Just for future reference it may be helpful not to ask for so many prejob requirements (beggin' your pardon, ma'am???). If it had not been for this (the request for proof of his insurance) your job could have been completed over this past weekend (...except the plan was to do it many days before then). I know you are just trying to play it safe (let's refer to it as "due diligence," shall we?) but I only have one in fifty customers ask for insurance (good to know that I am more intelligent and better prepared than 98% of your customers). References though are a more common request (and less useful in the event of a job site disaster). Anyways, I can still do the other work but unfortunatley I can not offer the same price (perhaps he feels that I am due a discount for my troubles...?). My initial estimate was more of a package price and since we have already cut that back quite a bit along with this additional work not being done I simply cannot do the other work for those prices (hrm....maybe he's NOT thinking of a discount.....). If you would like for me to requote the remaining items please let me know. Good luck tomorrow (can't be much worse, can it?)."
THE FINAL ASSESSMENT
Okay, so I had plenty of red flags and should have cut this guy out long ago, but I just felt like giving him a shot. As for his lack of business saavy...well, a lot of skilled tradesmen are excellent workers and horrible businessmen, so nothing new there. But this guy is either just having a really bad month, or he has an amazing combination of poor communication, lack of respect and failure to respond to customer requests. Regardless, anybody should know better than to tell a client that he asked too much. If I asked too much of you, dear sir, then why didn't you tell me so sometime before the job was supposed to begin? It is not my position to know what you are and are not capable of doing, it is your position to tell me. If I am too picky of a client for you, then either charge me more for your troubles or decline the work.
I did send a response to his message, but I still remained pretty upbeat with him. I told him where his train ran off the tracks, but I didn't nail him to the wall (which I probably should have). Oh well.
I guess I'll let you know how the next guy turns out....
2.27.2009
10 Years? Really?
Well, as most of you probably are NOT aware, it was 10 years ago on this very night that my band Slow Children At Play had our very first album release party. We entered our names into that small town's musical history that night.
It was kind of a big deal. Indeed, this was still a time that digital recording studios were not quite so prevalent along the ranks of the lower class. No, digital audio recording was a realm still very much reserved for those more popular recording artists with record contracts and such. We recorded in a studio on giant audio reel-to-reels (still got 'em, too) just like they'd been doing for decades. And printing an album to CD was rather pricey at the time, too. We took a big risk on a bunch of copies, and only a fistful of the original press remains in my possession today.
The Internet wasn't in use the same way it is today, either. MP3 compression was just becoming widespread, and promotion for our music on the web was just not nearly as straightforward when we released that album as it is today.
As difficult as all that technical crap was, we got off a pretty good set of songs on that album, and played 'em all (and then some) in front of a crapload of the local youth on that one awesome night. Played in front of a bunch of old folks, too. My grandpa was even there...only show he ever saw us play (and no, he's not dead, not even 10 years later here...he just didn't really need to go to many shows when we were rocking out at the house once a week anyway...plus, wasn't really his style).
We had plenty of awesome shows after that, but going on stage with the merch booth stocked full of your album for everyone to take home made us feel like we'd arrived somehow. All around town, it seemed we'd hear our stuff on the radios as people drove by now and then, see our t-shirts, and then later on, even hear it on MTV. What the crap?? Glory days, my friends.
If you were there, you know it was the real deal that night. "Los Nueve Amigos," the men of SCAP. Cheers fellas, let's do it again sometime.
(P.S. - I linked to our MySpace page up at the top, but our main site is http://www.scapmusic.com if you're interested. Not a lot of action at either spot these days)
It was kind of a big deal. Indeed, this was still a time that digital recording studios were not quite so prevalent along the ranks of the lower class. No, digital audio recording was a realm still very much reserved for those more popular recording artists with record contracts and such. We recorded in a studio on giant audio reel-to-reels (still got 'em, too) just like they'd been doing for decades. And printing an album to CD was rather pricey at the time, too. We took a big risk on a bunch of copies, and only a fistful of the original press remains in my possession today.
The Internet wasn't in use the same way it is today, either. MP3 compression was just becoming widespread, and promotion for our music on the web was just not nearly as straightforward when we released that album as it is today.
As difficult as all that technical crap was, we got off a pretty good set of songs on that album, and played 'em all (and then some) in front of a crapload of the local youth on that one awesome night. Played in front of a bunch of old folks, too. My grandpa was even there...only show he ever saw us play (and no, he's not dead, not even 10 years later here...he just didn't really need to go to many shows when we were rocking out at the house once a week anyway...plus, wasn't really his style).
We had plenty of awesome shows after that, but going on stage with the merch booth stocked full of your album for everyone to take home made us feel like we'd arrived somehow. All around town, it seemed we'd hear our stuff on the radios as people drove by now and then, see our t-shirts, and then later on, even hear it on MTV. What the crap?? Glory days, my friends.
If you were there, you know it was the real deal that night. "Los Nueve Amigos," the men of SCAP. Cheers fellas, let's do it again sometime.
(P.S. - I linked to our MySpace page up at the top, but our main site is http://www.scapmusic.com if you're interested. Not a lot of action at either spot these days)
2.13.2009
I am NOT...
...a guitar hero, but I play one on TV (er, well, not really).
...addicted to shopahol, but I do like buying stuff.
...ready to admit that I'm a "grown up," even though my son calls me Dad.
...a complete narcissist, even though I'd certainly be justified if I was.
...likely to ever bother trying shrimp again, since they're basically the bottom-feeding, scum-sucking cockroaches of the sea. Bon appetit!
...trying to start a new Facebook note-posting trend with this thing.
...a lesbian, because I'm a dude...but I dig chicks anyway.
...unemployed, even though nobody else can claim me as their employee.
...interested in causing physical harm to anybody, but if someone breaks into my house while I'm here, they won't get much chance to explain themselves before I try to introduce them to God the hard way.
...a hyphenated U.S. citizen.
...thinking about moving, and wondering if/when/how. Nope, not at all.
...a real mean guy most of the time...but I can be a jerk every now and then. Watch out fellas.
...a fan of movies, generally speaking, but I love a good comedy or action film.
...going to put off getting started with the day to think up more witty garbage to list here.
...addicted to shopahol, but I do like buying stuff.
...ready to admit that I'm a "grown up," even though my son calls me Dad.
...a complete narcissist, even though I'd certainly be justified if I was.
...likely to ever bother trying shrimp again, since they're basically the bottom-feeding, scum-sucking cockroaches of the sea. Bon appetit!
...trying to start a new Facebook note-posting trend with this thing.
...a lesbian, because I'm a dude...but I dig chicks anyway.
...unemployed, even though nobody else can claim me as their employee.
...interested in causing physical harm to anybody, but if someone breaks into my house while I'm here, they won't get much chance to explain themselves before I try to introduce them to God the hard way.
...a hyphenated U.S. citizen.
...thinking about moving, and wondering if/when/how. Nope, not at all.
...a real mean guy most of the time...but I can be a jerk every now and then. Watch out fellas.
...a fan of movies, generally speaking, but I love a good comedy or action film.
...going to put off getting started with the day to think up more witty garbage to list here.
2.06.2009
My Testimony in Long Form - Part II
Alrighty, here's Part II, almost a month to the day. If you're just tuning in, I'm just basically spilling my guts about how I got to where I am today and explaining where that is exactly. If you missed the first part, maybe read that one first and get up to speed. Or don't, I don't own you.
THE CHURCH, THE BAND AND THE END OF HIGH SCHOOL (continued...)
As I was sitting there waiting for this whole thing to wrap up so we could go rock out on some real music, the director asks me if I want to join them. I (of course) said, "no." A couple of the other folks tried to prod me into going and singing, then Eric explained to me that I could grab the bass, since the usual guy wasn't there that night (Don, another guy I got to know real well through jamming out in the garage and later on with SCAP). Well that was a horse of a different color, I rarely played bass but always wanted to play more, so it just worked out that there I was up on the altar playing. I don't remember the song exactly, but it was just kind of fun to improvise a bass line even if the song was nothing worth hearing. We did one or two more songs then wrapped it up.
On the way out, Eric and the director were talking about how they needed another guitarist to handle lead, and my ego just about blew up all over the pews. They wanted ME (sound unheard, more or less) to handle lead guitar duties. Well sure. I mean, I'm freaking awesome, I'm sure I can handle a few church ditties. Once in a while. And to add the icing on the cake, they tell me the youth choir is taking a trip to NYC in June and I'd get to go along. SOLD. I'd never been to NYC, always wanted to go, my friend Eric (and some other cool aces I'd met that night) were going, so why not?
While the trip was totally rad, that's not where we're headed with this story. The next couple of years had me becoming more and more a part of that church (I actually left my family's church and joined this one...how weird is THAT for a teenager?) and becoming a Christian again, but really in a whole new way this time. During the rest of high school I still did plenty with my music, eventually forming the world's greatest band with Eric and some other folks. We will go down in history as one of the most listened to yet unbearable acts to originate in the small town of Peachtree City (I'm of course referring to SCAP again, but you already knew that). The various strange people and scenarios I continued to encounter through SCAP made me go through tough decisions once in a while that challenged me to pick one road or the other. I didn't always make the right choices but that's neither here nor there...the heart had changed, and the rest of me just had to catch up to it sooner or later.
So yeah, I grew in my faith throughout high school, but never anything truly world-changing...small scale really, but everything seemed huge at the time when I had to toss aside so many things I was doing and pull a full reverse if I was going to stay true to my own intentions.
And don't get me wrong here...I count Eric as one of the people who were instrumental in turning my life back to God, but he wasn't like my "spiritual leader" or something. I don't think Eric ever had the direct intention of getting me involved with his family's church, or helping me reach some higher plane of existence, but that's how it all worked out. I've found it more and more interesting throughout the years to see how people who never intended to strengthen my faith helped me do exactly that nonetheless. Some people asked questions, made comments or did something that made my pea-sized brain think about my faith in one way or another. Without all of these seemingly random people, I likely wouldn't be where I was then or where I am now.
Also, don't get the idea that I was all that great of a Christian in high school after that big turn around point. The wheels had fallen off the wagon, so to speak, and it took a lot of effort on my part and the part of others to help me really find my way. It took a few years. In fact, although I'll never be at the point in my faith where I really want to be (at least in this lifetime), I do feel like I finally arrived at a good spot while in college, sometime around my 2nd year in school at UGA.
COLLEGE LIFE, THE GIRL AND THE END OF THE BAND
In my first year at UGA, we ended up swapping out our bass player Don for a guy we'd known in high school, Graham. Graham wasn't actually a bass player, but he played guitar and was always up for playing with the band, so it worked out that way. Graham ended up moving into the Skapartment (yes, that's what we called our apartment, combo of ska+apartment for those a little slow on the uptake). Graham sort of wandered into his faith along similar lines, but he had matured in it in a way that was leaps and bounds above my level of understanding and practice.
I never ended up doing a whole lot of churchy stuff while in college (all the groups seemed more like social clubs anyways, plus I was too busy with school and playing and practicing with SCAP to get much involved). Graham and I had dozens of good conversations over our years there though, and it might have been more useful than any of the sermons or books I'd run into up to that point anyway. It was real, it was very personal stuff that I could run with. And of course in college, things like politics, religion and social issues get discussed all the time all across campus. So I started to get a better feel for what the faith was all about in the real world, how I had to practice it if I was going to bother with it at all, and how I needed to start applying it to my life.
Now let's back up a bit. In my first year of college I started dating my wife-to-be Hilary. She was at another school, but we had kinda/sorta met when we were in high school (as in, we really basically met after graduation at a party right before everyone went off to college). We exchanged e-mail addresses because that's what people were doing, but nothing really came of it for quite a while. Then it all started coming together and - boom - we were dating.
She was pretty strong-minded in her faith. I'm not sure I'd say she was at a higher level, but she was definitely more committed to it, whereas I occasionally still had these creeping doubts. Also, where I typically lapsed in my practice of Christianity on a weekly basis, she was like a rock, unmovable and unshakable in her faith, however matured it may have been. I give her the most credit for bringing me to where I am in my faith today, nearly 9 years after we started dating.
We eventually got engaged, got married and the rest is history (or at least not relevant for this story, not yet anyway). It should be noted, however, that as I got more serious about marriage, and more serious about life after college, it occurred to me that the band just might not be playing a big role in my life pretty soon. As it turns out, we never formally split, but we also haven't played a show together in the last 5 years since I graduated from UGA. I've written a couple of songs, practiced a few times, but that's it. We still keep in touch though (and apparently people still buy our albums because we're almost out of them now).
So as we continued dating, Hilary and I bounced all kinds of questions off of each other, just like any kind of serious couple might do. After getting engaged, those questions got more serious as we prepared to spend the rest of our lives together. We learned some things about each other and grew in faith together. I'd say that by the time we got married, we were about 18% prepared (I kid, I kid...seriously, we were just about as ready as any couple could be, but you never stop learning new things together no matter how long you stay with a person). That foundation made the next stages of life much more meaningful, and certainly more bearable.
MARRIED LIFE AND KEEPING THE FAITH
People have a lot of good and bad things to say about marriage, and I would say that for the most part, what you hear on both sides is usually true. You have a great friend, but you argue about a bunch of different things because you care about one another so much. There are days you wish never ended, and some days where you go to bed early because it's just that kind of a day. I would say that for me, it'll never be a decision that I regret, and absolutely never something I'll renege on.
One great thing for me has been the opportunity to have another like-minded person to discuss matters of faith regularly, keep me in check and help me grow. In fact, I'd say that the last 2 or 3 years have seen the highest growth of my faith in my entire life. All the time I feel like I'm learning something new, renewing myself and become just an overall better person.
This much is true, though...the higher I keep setting the bar, the harder it feels every time I fall. I still never make the right choices all the time, and I don't always practice what I preach. But unlike earlier years where I was willing to accept a high level of failure on my own part to "practice what I preach," these days I feel a lot less inclined to accept my own shortcomings because I want to keep moving forward at all times, and never backward.
With the birth of my son Caleb last year, I want to be able to set the best possible example, be the one who can answer the tough questions for him and never have to say "I'm sorry" when I fail to meet the standards we will set for him. I guess it's like any athlete who trains harder and harder to meet a certain goal. If you skip your practice regimen once or twice in a row, you really feel that the next time you get back into it, and you definitely feel less than impressed with yourself for being so lazy.
In a way, I almost feel like everything in life is suddenly in 2nd place to my family. I know that's probably how it should be for the most part. I feel like everything I am and have become is about walking with God. Everyone knows those WWJD (What Would Jesus Do) things that were everywhere a few years ago. It was kind of a strange trend. Anyway, I feel like that's somewhat how I approach life now. Not about what to do specifically, but how to live. I may never be the best musician, the best videographer, or the best anything else. If I can be the best father, husband, brother, son and friend to all the people I know, then I'll take that any day.
CONCLUSION (and you thought it would never end)
And that's really what it boils down to for me. The people in my life everyday, the people I have always known and the people I meet throughout the remainder of my existence on this planet, however long or short. I find that I've never really "been there" for all that many people. I haven't always cared the way I ought to, the way someone who claims to follow God and Christ should care about people. It starts with my family, but it never ends there and never ends at all until I'm gone.
Even though I'm not where I feel I could be and should be today, I feel good to be able to look back on what I've done in my walk of faith these past 10-15 years. My faith has carried me to some interesting answers about life, the world and everything around us in this universe. I learn seemingly amazing things on a regular basis now.
I feel like my next big steps are to take everything that I've learned and make more of it in life. I need to be more giving of my time, energy and resources. I need to be there for people in prayer when they're going through life's tough times. I need to actually do more of what I say I'm going to do. And since I've told everyone (who reads this blog) what my intentions are, hopefully that will only make me more accountable to my own words.
So there you have it. It wasn't much of a reader, but hopefully you found some meaning for yourself, or at the very least, you feel like you know me a little better now. It's not the world's most ground-shaking human tale, but I still feel surprised some days that I made it out of a few rough years alive, quite literally. I know that my life would be drastically different today if it weren't for that one evening that a friend simply needed me to pick him up and drive him home, and to know that a single ordinary action can be so pivotal makes me that much more aware of every decision I make and every word I speak.
AFTERTHOUGHT
I thought about including various quotes and Bible verses and other stuff like that throughout these two posts. Some of the things that people have told me over the years, or things I've heard people say, or things that I've read in the Bible or in other books have really had a big impact on me. I didn't include them because that's not really what this was all about, but I'd be glad to talk it up with anybody anytime. I could probably make an entire blog out of those things alone, so to save you a little bit of reading here I just decided to omit them.
A final note and then I'm out...most true "testimonies" are much more succinct, much more focused and generally intended to get people to consider Christian salvation. My testimony had a lot more biography than your average testimony (probably because I'm horrible at brevity). Hopefully you ARE inspired after reading this. Hopefully I've said something that you needed to hear (or read). If you found these posts at all interesting or inspiring (or even if you think this is all B.S. and I'm full of crap), please send me an e-mail or something and let me know.
1.29.2009
25 Things (Facebook thing)
Okay, here's 25 things...
7) I like random things, like starting a list out of order
2) I never took a guitar lesson until I got to college and majored in classical guitar, I just learned to play by listening to the radio and CDs and trying to figure out where the notes were (my instructor recognized this fact immediately...)
3) I clean the shower in the nude
4) I have been drinking coffee since I was very very young. Seriously, my grandma put some coffee and milk in a bottle with some sugar. I now wake up with about 2 cups every day.
5) I've never had a cavity or any other dental problem.
6) Speaking of teeth, on the same day I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled, I was eating pizza for dinner that night. I had hot wings for lunch the next day. None of that was a good idea.
1) I don't think #1 always has to be the first.
8) A lot of the clothes I wear are the same stuff I had throughout college (and in some rare cases, also high school). This isn't so much because I'm "thrifty," I'm just unimaginative when it comes to clothes.
9) I have been going to Georgia Bulldog football games since before I can remember, as my grandfather has had tickets for about 50 years. We've also had the same tailgate spot for about as long as people have been tailgating at UGA.
10) I'm very good at reading maps, and I have a good internal compass. Thank you Boy Scouts.
11) Doritos are my all-time fave junk food...Spicy Nacho. When I was about 9 years old, I took my birthday money one time and bought a "Super/Family" size bag of Doritos. Money well spent.
12) I prefer to write the IRS a check on April 15th. I very much dislike getting a huge refund (and I shouldn't have to explain that one). My wife feels very differently about this.
13) When I was a kid (up until about age 12), I really planned to be an astronaut. Then I started playing guitar. Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to, right?
14) I'm a European-American (in the modern interpretation).
15) I use sarcasm in almost all aspects of my social interactions. Sometimes it's even appropriate. Most people tell me they can't tell when I'm serious anymore. Seriously.
16) When I was a kid, I wanted to visit Wisconsin and eat cheese.
17) I have a mild fear of heights, but a real aversion to flying. I've been on only 5 trips via airplane in my life.
18) I've never been further west than Texas, and have left the US only once (honeymoon to Jamaica).
19) One night in college, Eric and I saw this infomercial for some crazy pen set that could pierce an aluminum can, or go through a stack of papers without being damaged. For some reason that was awesome and we bought two of them. Worst pens I've ever used...almost no ink, although it spilled whatever ink it had all over whatever you were writing on. Penalli Pen Set, the pens made by Satan.
20) I got two speeding tickets in the speed trap capital of the world, Tyrone, GA. I was only speeding the first time (honest!), the second time I was going 10 under (honest!). At any rate, I was so fed up I just drove way around the city of Tyrone on the way to Peachtree City for almost 2 years just to avoid getting pulled over again in that crappy-crap-crap town (if you live there, sorry).
21) For Gwam's birthday in college, the rest of us got him a pretty pink cake with flowers that said "Happy Gay Birthday! We HATE You!" The cake lady at Kroger was pretty confused.
22) The instruments I have played over the years...song flute, trumpet/cornet/bugle, guitar, bass guitar, french horn, ukulele, drums/percussion.
23) Over the course of my 28 years, I have spent over 60 weeks at a beach, mostly on the Georgia coast (over a year's worth of my life). Surprisingly, it hasn't been enough.
24) I eat kid cereals...Cap'n Crunch, Froot Loops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, etc. I like Raisin Bran and Honey Bunches of Oats and Frosted Mini Wheats pretty well, but those are still fairly borderline. Grape Nuts and all that kind of stuff is for grown ups, and I most certainly am not "grown up."
25) I can make myself look very pregnant/fat. I have repeatedly fooled the weight guy at the carnival, getting him to guess me at around 210-220 (actual weight is more like 165-175). I am proud of this. My bro-in-law Blake can do the same thing, and we are both quite happy to show it off. In a related bit of info, the carny guy usually will guess me about 8-10 years younger as well. The Froot Loops must be keeping me young.
7) I like random things, like starting a list out of order
2) I never took a guitar lesson until I got to college and majored in classical guitar, I just learned to play by listening to the radio and CDs and trying to figure out where the notes were (my instructor recognized this fact immediately...)
3) I clean the shower in the nude
4) I have been drinking coffee since I was very very young. Seriously, my grandma put some coffee and milk in a bottle with some sugar. I now wake up with about 2 cups every day.
5) I've never had a cavity or any other dental problem.
6) Speaking of teeth, on the same day I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled, I was eating pizza for dinner that night. I had hot wings for lunch the next day. None of that was a good idea.
1) I don't think #1 always has to be the first.
8) A lot of the clothes I wear are the same stuff I had throughout college (and in some rare cases, also high school). This isn't so much because I'm "thrifty," I'm just unimaginative when it comes to clothes.
9) I have been going to Georgia Bulldog football games since before I can remember, as my grandfather has had tickets for about 50 years. We've also had the same tailgate spot for about as long as people have been tailgating at UGA.
10) I'm very good at reading maps, and I have a good internal compass. Thank you Boy Scouts.
11) Doritos are my all-time fave junk food...Spicy Nacho. When I was about 9 years old, I took my birthday money one time and bought a "Super/Family" size bag of Doritos. Money well spent.
12) I prefer to write the IRS a check on April 15th. I very much dislike getting a huge refund (and I shouldn't have to explain that one). My wife feels very differently about this.
13) When I was a kid (up until about age 12), I really planned to be an astronaut. Then I started playing guitar. Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to, right?
14) I'm a European-American (in the modern interpretation).
15) I use sarcasm in almost all aspects of my social interactions. Sometimes it's even appropriate. Most people tell me they can't tell when I'm serious anymore. Seriously.
16) When I was a kid, I wanted to visit Wisconsin and eat cheese.
17) I have a mild fear of heights, but a real aversion to flying. I've been on only 5 trips via airplane in my life.
18) I've never been further west than Texas, and have left the US only once (honeymoon to Jamaica).
19) One night in college, Eric and I saw this infomercial for some crazy pen set that could pierce an aluminum can, or go through a stack of papers without being damaged. For some reason that was awesome and we bought two of them. Worst pens I've ever used...almost no ink, although it spilled whatever ink it had all over whatever you were writing on. Penalli Pen Set, the pens made by Satan.
20) I got two speeding tickets in the speed trap capital of the world, Tyrone, GA. I was only speeding the first time (honest!), the second time I was going 10 under (honest!). At any rate, I was so fed up I just drove way around the city of Tyrone on the way to Peachtree City for almost 2 years just to avoid getting pulled over again in that crappy-crap-crap town (if you live there, sorry).
21) For Gwam's birthday in college, the rest of us got him a pretty pink cake with flowers that said "Happy Gay Birthday! We HATE You!" The cake lady at Kroger was pretty confused.
22) The instruments I have played over the years...song flute, trumpet/cornet/bugle, guitar, bass guitar, french horn, ukulele, drums/percussion.
23) Over the course of my 28 years, I have spent over 60 weeks at a beach, mostly on the Georgia coast (over a year's worth of my life). Surprisingly, it hasn't been enough.
24) I eat kid cereals...Cap'n Crunch, Froot Loops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, etc. I like Raisin Bran and Honey Bunches of Oats and Frosted Mini Wheats pretty well, but those are still fairly borderline. Grape Nuts and all that kind of stuff is for grown ups, and I most certainly am not "grown up."
25) I can make myself look very pregnant/fat. I have repeatedly fooled the weight guy at the carnival, getting him to guess me at around 210-220 (actual weight is more like 165-175). I am proud of this. My bro-in-law Blake can do the same thing, and we are both quite happy to show it off. In a related bit of info, the carny guy usually will guess me about 8-10 years younger as well. The Froot Loops must be keeping me young.
1.20.2009
New Prez
Interrupting the testimonial for a moment here...don't worry, I'm almost done with part 2 and it'll be up soon.
In the meantime, I thought I'd lay my thoughts out there on the president-in-waiting, Barack Obama.
Whoa, just noticed that spell check didn't care for "Barack Obama" at all.
Most people who know me know that I didn't vote for Barack Obama. As for who I did give my vote to, I'm not going to tell you (not in this blog, anyway). Ideologically, I consider myself a libertarian. Freedom is my big poll issue, and I generally plan to vote for the candidate who promises me the most freedom. Freedom from oppression, freedom from government interference in my life, freedom to be whatever I want to try to be.
All that being said, I still respect the man. He's about to be our president, one of only 44 that we've ever had. It's historic in and of itself. Also, he's our first black president (yeah, I know...only "half black," but still). That's historic as well. And I believe he's a very smart man, capable of being president - even if I don't think he's the best option we had.
I also recognize that for black people living in America, this is huge. The older generations have a lot to celebrate here, much more than recent generations. They lived through racial division that far exceeds anything that people my age can really, truly comprehend.
I'll sum it all up here. He's not the president I voted for, but he is still MY president. He may not be the best guy for the job, but he is the one who has the job. I'm a citizen of the United States and as such, I wish MY president the best, most successful presidency possible. I pray that he will be a good president and that he will avoid harm while acting out his duties.
Best of luck to our incoming president.
In the meantime, I thought I'd lay my thoughts out there on the president-in-waiting, Barack Obama.
Whoa, just noticed that spell check didn't care for "Barack Obama" at all.
Most people who know me know that I didn't vote for Barack Obama. As for who I did give my vote to, I'm not going to tell you (not in this blog, anyway). Ideologically, I consider myself a libertarian. Freedom is my big poll issue, and I generally plan to vote for the candidate who promises me the most freedom. Freedom from oppression, freedom from government interference in my life, freedom to be whatever I want to try to be.
All that being said, I still respect the man. He's about to be our president, one of only 44 that we've ever had. It's historic in and of itself. Also, he's our first black president (yeah, I know...only "half black," but still). That's historic as well. And I believe he's a very smart man, capable of being president - even if I don't think he's the best option we had.
I also recognize that for black people living in America, this is huge. The older generations have a lot to celebrate here, much more than recent generations. They lived through racial division that far exceeds anything that people my age can really, truly comprehend.
I'll sum it all up here. He's not the president I voted for, but he is still MY president. He may not be the best guy for the job, but he is the one who has the job. I'm a citizen of the United States and as such, I wish MY president the best, most successful presidency possible. I pray that he will be a good president and that he will avoid harm while acting out his duties.
Best of luck to our incoming president.
1.06.2009
My Testimony in Long Form
Sorry to have led such a build-up of anticipation to this post (or series of posts, as it turns out). It is exciting - at least for me - and hopefully it will be exciting for you. I was hoping to have it out for you all a couple of weeks ago or even sooner, but Christmas, a baby boy and some weird stomach virus all got in the way of speedy blogging.
The first part is done and I've edited it down as best as I could, so here you have it.
You may or may not be familiar with what this terminology implies. Obviously there are legal implications (testifying before a judge or court of witnesses). Although I accept an application of law for the purposes of this post, my intended meaning is of a much higher law than that which governs borders, property, ideas and citizens. My Christian testimony is my story of my faith...where it came from, where it's been and where it is now.
Now I will admit...as strong as my conviction is on my own faith, it still feels difficult to share it, with individuals or broadly (as in, blogging like this). It can change things...people act like you're a teacher in the room, and they apologize if they swear or tell a joke that involves Jesus, or pretend to be someone that THEY are not because they don't want to offend you. At the very least, it makes everyone involved uncomfortable. And hey, don't we all just want to be able to relax and be comfortable around each other? Well, yeah. So at the risk of alienating people who maybe didn't know who I was, even perhaps because I've never shown it very well, I'm just going to lay it out here once and for all.
I will admit this...I know that not everyone shares my view on these matters. I'm not going to be spending a lot of time trying to prove the facts about what I believe. I'm only writing this to tell you who I am, not to try to convince anybody of anything I believe. I know that there is plenty to discuss about the validity of my faith, but what cannot be debated is the impact of my own beliefs on my day-to-day life, my family and friends and my own satisfaction with life come good or bad. So this is my explanation of that impact, as best as I can make it out.
Some of you may hear my name spoken or see it written and not really think about it too much. There are lots of people with religious-sounding names, and not everyone necessarily believes the meaning of their name as it was intended by their parents. I have always gone by my full name "Christian," and never Chris (since Chris is short for "Christopher" and at best, "Christ" is short for "Christian." But I digress). I have sometimes, but not often, corrected people who chose to call me Chris, because it's not my name.
In my opinion, I have been fortunate to have a name such as Christian, because it has served me well as a constant reminder of who I am, or who I should be at least.
Since my name is shared with my faith, I guess it all really started at birth for me. But for better clarification....
My family on both parents' sides - going back to at least the generations I have known - identified themselves with the Christian faith. It's how they were raised, and it's how they intended to raise me. I am one of 5 children in my family (the middle one) and so that's a whole lot of work at any rate, let alone trying to do 'em all right by any standard. My parents had good help as we all grew up, because their parents were just down the street, across the street or in the same house (later on).
As a kid, I'd go to church, Sunday school, summer programs, and whatever else they dragged me to. I don't remember liking it all very much, and I really didn't like wearing that clip on tie and those uncomfortable shoes. But I learned things that I still keep with me to this day about not only my faith, but also just how you treat others and how you respect the world around you. Nonetheless, I found myself at around age 12 or 13 (surprise surprise) looking for inspiration elsewhere. I'm not sure if I was just bored with the churchin' thing, or if I was just looking to do anything but what was allowed by my parents and society. I think a big thing for me was that I started to become aware of all these freakin' hypocrites around me at the church. Everyone had nice things to say and do on Sunday morning, but some of these folks weren't exactly full of God the rest of the week. The last thing I wanted was to be tied in with any of them.
Around this time, I started questioning my beliefs, my parents' beliefs...all those things I had been taught. Was it for real? Did it matter? Even still, did I care if it was all real or not, or did I really care if it mattered? As strange as it feels to acknowledge it now, there was even a period there where I decided that there was no God, no heaven or hell and really no point in being or doing anything that I didn't want to be or do. That mentality carried me some scary places over the next few years that I am not bold enough to divulge in this post, stuff that I've almost never discussed with anyone else. Suffice it to say that it took a long time to fully recover from it and it still sits on my brain to this day.
The general assessment of my life in those years...I had my own new agenda, my new priorities and a bunch of new ideas on how I was going to get along in life. Screw that old crap, time to do my own thing.
I wound up with friends and activities that were not in line with who I was raised to be, and could have gotten into more trouble if those friends hadn't found their own ways to disappear from the spotlight. Sometimes I wonder where all those people went. Every now and then I'm pleasantly surprised upon running into one of them again. Other times, not so pleasantly surprised.
If I had to narrow it down to a single year, I'd have to make it 1996. I was finishing my freshman year in high school and going into my sophomore year. Because of the way the school district lines were drawn, I ended up in a largely brand-new pool of people when I got to high school. So for better or for worse, I had to make all new friends. I don't remember liking it a whole lot, and while I realize now that it was just the sort of shakeup I needed, at the time it only made me feel more and more like keeping my own way of doing things intact. I'd categorize myself at this time in my life as introverted, selfish and angry.
Everyone has their regrets, or things they would have changed about their lives. I'm not sure if I'd change it or not, but I can definitely call that period of my life regrettable. Even as I can recognize how brief a period it was, and how long ago it was, it still ripples through and all the things I went through then still impact me today.
It had an amazing impact on my music skills. I'd been playing guitar on my own for a few years by now, and all that time being alone listening to music, playing by ear and learning new stuff made me a much better musician, but the music was hardly anything positive - mostly metal, hardcore punk, and a handful of mainstream things in there as well. But at the very least, it did make me realize for the first time in my life that I had a skill that I could actually use...I mean, being a musician was something, even if it wasn't a doctor or lawyer, right? Previously I'd wondered if I'd ever manage any kind of life after I got out of high school....maybe the grocery store would make me a lifetime cashier? Yay!
Long story short, I ended up meeting lots of new people through music...in the school band programs and the garages and bedrooms and basements of Peachtree City. I started to make a list years ago of all the different people I've ever played guitar with. There were lots of folks, a good few who are probably reading this now. Now most of these people had little to no real long-term impact on my life. Some of them only brought me further away from that faith of my childhood, and others were effectively neutral...just people you hang out with, have fun, nothing major. Just regular old like-minded people I was friends with.
I had started playing with Eric Henson (drummer later on for SCAP, but then, you already knew that). His parents had more or less forced him to play drums with their church's youth band, and we were gonna get together and play some stuff later on this one Sunday night in late 1996. Mostly we played Smashing Pumpkins songs, because that was Eric's strong point on the drums, but since I sucked at all those songs, we ended up playing Green Day, Nirvana, Metallica, Offspring and a couple of other songs that we both knew in those days.
At any rate, I had a driver's license and a car that my older brother Ryan and I shared, so I was gonna pick him up and drive well within the posted speed limit back to his house to play for the night. I got there a little bit early to Eric's church (Peachtree City United Methodist Church). When I came in, they were still practicing with the youth choir so I just sat down and listened for a bit while they finished up. Honestly, the music they were playing was crap...to me, at least. It was that adult-contempo stuff that gave Christian music such a bad rap in the 80's and 90's. I still wouldn't listen to it today, it's just so hokey and....well, just not my stuff. Regardless, there I was, watching Eric ham it up on the drums and play way louder than the director intended, while the choir sang this sappy-crappy song.
What happened next was one of those kinds of moments you see in a movie, where the plot turns to a point where there's no going back. It was so much of an unusual feeling that I still remember it today and still recall it being a major turnaround point in my life.
TO BE CONTINUED....
The first part is done and I've edited it down as best as I could, so here you have it.
MY TESTIMONY
You may or may not be familiar with what this terminology implies. Obviously there are legal implications (testifying before a judge or court of witnesses). Although I accept an application of law for the purposes of this post, my intended meaning is of a much higher law than that which governs borders, property, ideas and citizens. My Christian testimony is my story of my faith...where it came from, where it's been and where it is now.
Now I will admit...as strong as my conviction is on my own faith, it still feels difficult to share it, with individuals or broadly (as in, blogging like this). It can change things...people act like you're a teacher in the room, and they apologize if they swear or tell a joke that involves Jesus, or pretend to be someone that THEY are not because they don't want to offend you. At the very least, it makes everyone involved uncomfortable. And hey, don't we all just want to be able to relax and be comfortable around each other? Well, yeah. So at the risk of alienating people who maybe didn't know who I was, even perhaps because I've never shown it very well, I'm just going to lay it out here once and for all.
I will admit this...I know that not everyone shares my view on these matters. I'm not going to be spending a lot of time trying to prove the facts about what I believe. I'm only writing this to tell you who I am, not to try to convince anybody of anything I believe. I know that there is plenty to discuss about the validity of my faith, but what cannot be debated is the impact of my own beliefs on my day-to-day life, my family and friends and my own satisfaction with life come good or bad. So this is my explanation of that impact, as best as I can make it out.
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Some of you may hear my name spoken or see it written and not really think about it too much. There are lots of people with religious-sounding names, and not everyone necessarily believes the meaning of their name as it was intended by their parents. I have always gone by my full name "Christian," and never Chris (since Chris is short for "Christopher" and at best, "Christ" is short for "Christian." But I digress). I have sometimes, but not often, corrected people who chose to call me Chris, because it's not my name.
In my opinion, I have been fortunate to have a name such as Christian, because it has served me well as a constant reminder of who I am, or who I should be at least.
Since my name is shared with my faith, I guess it all really started at birth for me. But for better clarification....
HOW IT STARTED
My family on both parents' sides - going back to at least the generations I have known - identified themselves with the Christian faith. It's how they were raised, and it's how they intended to raise me. I am one of 5 children in my family (the middle one) and so that's a whole lot of work at any rate, let alone trying to do 'em all right by any standard. My parents had good help as we all grew up, because their parents were just down the street, across the street or in the same house (later on).
As a kid, I'd go to church, Sunday school, summer programs, and whatever else they dragged me to. I don't remember liking it all very much, and I really didn't like wearing that clip on tie and those uncomfortable shoes. But I learned things that I still keep with me to this day about not only my faith, but also just how you treat others and how you respect the world around you. Nonetheless, I found myself at around age 12 or 13 (surprise surprise) looking for inspiration elsewhere. I'm not sure if I was just bored with the churchin' thing, or if I was just looking to do anything but what was allowed by my parents and society. I think a big thing for me was that I started to become aware of all these freakin' hypocrites around me at the church. Everyone had nice things to say and do on Sunday morning, but some of these folks weren't exactly full of God the rest of the week. The last thing I wanted was to be tied in with any of them.
THE GREAT AMERICAN TEENAGE EXPERIENCE
Around this time, I started questioning my beliefs, my parents' beliefs...all those things I had been taught. Was it for real? Did it matter? Even still, did I care if it was all real or not, or did I really care if it mattered? As strange as it feels to acknowledge it now, there was even a period there where I decided that there was no God, no heaven or hell and really no point in being or doing anything that I didn't want to be or do. That mentality carried me some scary places over the next few years that I am not bold enough to divulge in this post, stuff that I've almost never discussed with anyone else. Suffice it to say that it took a long time to fully recover from it and it still sits on my brain to this day.
The general assessment of my life in those years...I had my own new agenda, my new priorities and a bunch of new ideas on how I was going to get along in life. Screw that old crap, time to do my own thing.
I wound up with friends and activities that were not in line with who I was raised to be, and could have gotten into more trouble if those friends hadn't found their own ways to disappear from the spotlight. Sometimes I wonder where all those people went. Every now and then I'm pleasantly surprised upon running into one of them again. Other times, not so pleasantly surprised.
A LITTLE BIT LATER
If I had to narrow it down to a single year, I'd have to make it 1996. I was finishing my freshman year in high school and going into my sophomore year. Because of the way the school district lines were drawn, I ended up in a largely brand-new pool of people when I got to high school. So for better or for worse, I had to make all new friends. I don't remember liking it a whole lot, and while I realize now that it was just the sort of shakeup I needed, at the time it only made me feel more and more like keeping my own way of doing things intact. I'd categorize myself at this time in my life as introverted, selfish and angry.
Everyone has their regrets, or things they would have changed about their lives. I'm not sure if I'd change it or not, but I can definitely call that period of my life regrettable. Even as I can recognize how brief a period it was, and how long ago it was, it still ripples through and all the things I went through then still impact me today.
It had an amazing impact on my music skills. I'd been playing guitar on my own for a few years by now, and all that time being alone listening to music, playing by ear and learning new stuff made me a much better musician, but the music was hardly anything positive - mostly metal, hardcore punk, and a handful of mainstream things in there as well. But at the very least, it did make me realize for the first time in my life that I had a skill that I could actually use...I mean, being a musician was something, even if it wasn't a doctor or lawyer, right? Previously I'd wondered if I'd ever manage any kind of life after I got out of high school....maybe the grocery store would make me a lifetime cashier? Yay!
Long story short, I ended up meeting lots of new people through music...in the school band programs and the garages and bedrooms and basements of Peachtree City. I started to make a list years ago of all the different people I've ever played guitar with. There were lots of folks, a good few who are probably reading this now. Now most of these people had little to no real long-term impact on my life. Some of them only brought me further away from that faith of my childhood, and others were effectively neutral...just people you hang out with, have fun, nothing major. Just regular old like-minded people I was friends with.
THE CHURCH, THE BAND AND THE END OF HIGH SCHOOL
I had started playing with Eric Henson (drummer later on for SCAP, but then, you already knew that). His parents had more or less forced him to play drums with their church's youth band, and we were gonna get together and play some stuff later on this one Sunday night in late 1996. Mostly we played Smashing Pumpkins songs, because that was Eric's strong point on the drums, but since I sucked at all those songs, we ended up playing Green Day, Nirvana, Metallica, Offspring and a couple of other songs that we both knew in those days.
At any rate, I had a driver's license and a car that my older brother Ryan and I shared, so I was gonna pick him up and drive well within the posted speed limit back to his house to play for the night. I got there a little bit early to Eric's church (Peachtree City United Methodist Church). When I came in, they were still practicing with the youth choir so I just sat down and listened for a bit while they finished up. Honestly, the music they were playing was crap...to me, at least. It was that adult-contempo stuff that gave Christian music such a bad rap in the 80's and 90's. I still wouldn't listen to it today, it's just so hokey and....well, just not my stuff. Regardless, there I was, watching Eric ham it up on the drums and play way louder than the director intended, while the choir sang this sappy-crappy song.
What happened next was one of those kinds of moments you see in a movie, where the plot turns to a point where there's no going back. It was so much of an unusual feeling that I still remember it today and still recall it being a major turnaround point in my life.
TO BE CONTINUED....
12.11.2008
Trying to be myself....whoever that is.
Okay, so this is going to be a strange post...I don't quite know yet what I'm going to say.
I like to feel like I'm real honest with people, you know? I like to think people know the real me. What with Facebook, the blogs, pictures on the web, etc etc...it just seems like there's not really any secret about me that people don't know.
Call it a spiritual crisis, inner turmoil, repressed emotions. Call it something else, I don't really know exactly what it is.
All I know is that suddenly I'm looking at this blog as the couch, and you people who are reading this are the psychiatrist in the chair with the notepad, going "mmm hrm...I see."
So hear me out. I think I'm going to force out a post or two here in the coming week(s) and see if I can tell you people who I really am...or at the very least, the person I attempt to be on most occasions.
When I figure out exactly what it is I'm going to say and how I'm going to say it, it'll be up here for ya. How's that for transparency?
I like to feel like I'm real honest with people, you know? I like to think people know the real me. What with Facebook, the blogs, pictures on the web, etc etc...it just seems like there's not really any secret about me that people don't know.
Call it a spiritual crisis, inner turmoil, repressed emotions. Call it something else, I don't really know exactly what it is.
All I know is that suddenly I'm looking at this blog as the couch, and you people who are reading this are the psychiatrist in the chair with the notepad, going "mmm hrm...I see."
So hear me out. I think I'm going to force out a post or two here in the coming week(s) and see if I can tell you people who I really am...or at the very least, the person I attempt to be on most occasions.
When I figure out exactly what it is I'm going to say and how I'm going to say it, it'll be up here for ya. How's that for transparency?
10.17.2008
Falling
So it's fall, which is nice. What's it mean?
- Hayrides
- Pumpkin patches
- Camping
- Mountain trips to see the leaves change
- Football!!
- Cooler weather
- Shorter days
It's all good stuff...I prefer the heat of summer (honestly, I like it hot) but the fall season has all those great things to offer. This weekend offers a fall favorite for our group up in Helen, GA at Oktoberfest. The grandparents are watching the kids, so the Garlands and Eric and Emily will be joining us for a weekend of camping, chicken dancing and drinking beer. Weather is supposed to dip up in the mountains to a cool lower 40's to upper 30's overnight, with highs only in the 60's during the day (somehow that always seems to happen the weekend of Oktoberfest).
Skipping the UGA vs. Vandy homecoming game. It's never fun...either the game is a blowout for UGA (snooze...) or it's a tight "exciting" game. Exciting isn't good when you're playing Vandy. So either way, I just hope for the W and go on about my business.
GA/FL game is just 2 short weeks away. My grandfather, my father, my uncle, my cousin and I all make the trip each year as a sort of "guys retreat," and it's usually very relaxing. Then game day comes along and it's full speed ahead in Jacksonville, FL where UGA has the recent win from last year, but a more troubled past of losses against the Gators. Still a lot of fun at that game (just more fun to win, obviously).
After 27/28 years, you wouldn't think it would be surprising, but it is strange to see the sun disappear over the horizon before 8pm. And then winter comes along and it's even earlier. Give me the long days of summer anytime.
I'm curious what kind of stuff you readers out there do with your fall months (if there are any of you left after all these years). Any kind of trips that you take? Things on your fall "to-do" list this year?
- Hayrides
- Pumpkin patches
- Camping
- Mountain trips to see the leaves change
- Football!!
- Cooler weather
- Shorter days
It's all good stuff...I prefer the heat of summer (honestly, I like it hot) but the fall season has all those great things to offer. This weekend offers a fall favorite for our group up in Helen, GA at Oktoberfest. The grandparents are watching the kids, so the Garlands and Eric and Emily will be joining us for a weekend of camping, chicken dancing and drinking beer. Weather is supposed to dip up in the mountains to a cool lower 40's to upper 30's overnight, with highs only in the 60's during the day (somehow that always seems to happen the weekend of Oktoberfest).
Skipping the UGA vs. Vandy homecoming game. It's never fun...either the game is a blowout for UGA (snooze...) or it's a tight "exciting" game. Exciting isn't good when you're playing Vandy. So either way, I just hope for the W and go on about my business.
GA/FL game is just 2 short weeks away. My grandfather, my father, my uncle, my cousin and I all make the trip each year as a sort of "guys retreat," and it's usually very relaxing. Then game day comes along and it's full speed ahead in Jacksonville, FL where UGA has the recent win from last year, but a more troubled past of losses against the Gators. Still a lot of fun at that game (just more fun to win, obviously).
After 27/28 years, you wouldn't think it would be surprising, but it is strange to see the sun disappear over the horizon before 8pm. And then winter comes along and it's even earlier. Give me the long days of summer anytime.
I'm curious what kind of stuff you readers out there do with your fall months (if there are any of you left after all these years). Any kind of trips that you take? Things on your fall "to-do" list this year?
9.24.2008
Tropical storms, hurricanes and football
Crazy last month and a half.
Our vacation with the Bowler family to St. George was a lot of fun as always. It's a great little island if you've never been. This year's trip, however, suffered two major interruptions (well, maybe three or four).
1 - Power went out on the island. A water spout had made an appearance across the bayside of St. George about 4 days before we left, killing power to the island. They set up generators for temporary power, but in the days leading up to our departure, they were still getting it fixed and not letting people onto the island unless they were residents. The affect on our stay was minimal, however, as they restored full power within 24 hours of our arrival. There was a 1 or 2 hour time period in the middle of the night where the power was completely out while they switched from generators to full power, but we were asleep and didn't really get bothered by it.
2 - I got sick, real bad sick. It kind of came on a little before we even left for the beach. It was a fever/cold kind of thing, and it pretty much lasted the first half of the week. It finally let up on me about the time...
3 - Tropical Storm Fay made an appearance. Fay zig-zagged all across the state of Florday, making its final pass clear across the panhandle where St. George is located. By the time it got to us, it was fairly weakened, but there was more wind than I had seen in my life (that I can remember. It only affected the last 2 or 3 days of the trip, but those were the days that I wasn't sick anymore so...ah well. What was very interesting was looking out the window one evening and seeing funnel clouds (yes, plural) forming over head, not more than a mile away. Scary, but not that scary (maybe we should have freaked out more...?). The Gilbert family was over, and Katie Niebes took a picture of the clouds. I got on the laptop and sent her pictures along to the Weather Channel. Whether or not they ever used them, who knows. I felt like a real field journalist. Woo!
4 - I had work to do. A handful of hours were occupied with editing a couple of commercials for a client that had a deadline in the middle of my vacation week. It wasn't a huge deal, but it took away time that I would have rather been on the beach (you know, before the tropical storm arrived).
Good trip overall...Jingles, who was a little bit shy of the ocean last year, apparently forgot all about that and went diving around in the waves without any real encouragement from any of us. At one point, she just laid down at the water line and the waves were coming in on her, like it was no big deal. Crazy doggie.
More recently, I took a trip to St. Louis, MO to shoot Kelley Gilbert's wedding. It was a good trip, never been there before. Spent the first 2 days doing tourist stuff with the wedding party...did the Anheuser-Busch Brewery Tour, took in a Cardinals game at Busch Stadium (game was against the Cubs, pretty good game), went to a couple of neat local restaurants, went to (and up inside) the St. Louis Arch (sidebar - apparently it's not the St. Louis Arch, but rather, it's the Gateway Memorial Arch. Also, it's not a state property, it's a federal development to commemorate the pioneers who went out west with Lewis and Clark...being federal, we should all be proud to know that our federal tax dollars built and maintain this place). Beautiful grounds on the property, very nice view of the Mississippi River and the city of St. Louis.
I will admit a little disappointment, as I was always under the impression that the arch spanned the Mississippi River, but it's actually all on one side of the river. Kind of like my visit to The Alamo 3 years ago. See, I always thought The Alamo was surrounded by mostly nothing, maybe some desert sand and a few trees. I was surprised to find out that it's right in the middle of the city of San Antonio, and the city has been built up around it - buildings, streets, tourism stuff. I just remember we were walking towards it, and we turned a corner and all of a sudden it was just there right in front of us, like it wasn't supposed to be there at all.
Disappointment aside, it was a great little arch, and the Alamo was cool, too.
The wedding was very nice and everyone had a good time. The DJ was wild...he really got out on the floor and interacted, teaching the crowd some crazy dance move stuff. Reception ended sometime around 1am, but the bride and groom were out of there shortly after midnight.
The next morning, what was left of Hurricane Ike made contact with the city (actually arrived around 2:30am). The next morning, it was real treat packing my equipment and luggage into the van. There was a portico we parked underneath - which was very helpful - but still, the wind and rain blew in under there pretty fiercely. I was riding with my in-laws, and as we made our way out of the city around 8 or 9 in the morning, there were huge pools of water on the interstates, road closures going the other way, poor visibility, gusts of wind pushing at the car and general horrible weather like you would expect from a previously category 3 hurricane.
It didn't let up until around Kentucky, but at that point the damage was done. We were heading around Paducah, KY when the interstate was closed off, routing us along some side roads for a few miles. As it turns out, we arrived only a short while after a tornado came through. This was apparent from the damage we saw going through these towns. At one point we were going through a Wal-Mart/Home Depot parking lot where carts had been blown around and the little aluminum cart corrals were all twisted up and blown around. The giant interstate-visibility signage was torn off the pole and lying twisted and destroyed on the ground over to the side of us. The power was out for the most part, and the traffic lights were out as a result, so it was a relief to finally get back on the interstate and continue our escape from the storm remnants.
The rest of the trip home was pretty uneventful (thankfully) aside from a few small storms coming through Tennessee and north Georgia. Gotta say, that was the absolute worst weather I have ever experienced in my life. Even though I wasn't genuinely freaked out, there were moments when I wondered whether or not we would make it out of town that day, or at least make it out without being in some kind of car accident.
Fall is usually the time of year when I see my business slow down, but this fall has been extremely busy for me...and it seems to be getting busier. I've been shooting the weekly meetings for the Touchdown Club of Atlanta. That's been a lot of fun, getting to hear people talk football for an hour. We're shooting it for the website, and we're actually going out live during the meetings. Very cool. This coming week, Mark Richt is the guest speaker, so assuming that UGA beats Alabama this weekend, it should be a packed house. Well, it'll probably be packed regardless.
Speaking of football...UGA is looking a lot better than I think people realize. They haven't really had to do a lot of fancy stuff yet, since all their competition has been pretty minimal. South Carolina wasn't a huge test...it was a close game, but it's not like you're going to see UGA throwing all they've got out on the field for 4 quarters at the beginning of the season, especially when you're closer to winning than you are losing. Arizona State should have been more of a test, but I think that even though Arizona State may be the 2nd best team in the Pac 10, they're a distant 2nd from USC. Georgia played well, and Knowshon looked like a Heisman candidate alright, but it wasn't a big test of skill.
Penalties are gonna lose a game for us sooner or later if that doesn't get figured out. Giving up a full field (over a 100 yards) in penalties to Arizona State is a bad move...it only really cost the dawgs 3 points in the end, but it could have been much worse. Against a better team, like Alabama or Florida...that sort of stuff loses you the game.
Speaking of Bama...I'm excited. It's a BLACKOUT game, and ESPN GameDay is going to be there. I'll probably be showing up just in time for the game (gotta work a shoot from 9a-5p on Saturday). No matter, though...the game's the main thing. I think Alabama has built a good team so far this year, but I'm not buying into the hype quite yet. At this point, they've played a clearly struggling Clemson team, two teams with no real chance (Tulane and Western Kentucky) and Arkansas, which never even threatened in a year where nothing is likely to go their way. Georgia's opponents haven't been much more impressive, but my point here is that Alabama's win over those much lesser opponents have catapulted them from unranked in the preseason to #8 currently, whereas Georgia's wins have dropped them from #1 to #3. If Alabama beats Georgia, they'll deserve their ranking. But that's not going to happen. Georgia has two wide receiver threats in Mohamed Massaquoi and AJ Green, and two running back threats in Knowshon Moreno and Caleb King (three threats, if you count Richard Samuel). It's an awful lot to try to defend such powerful running and passing offensive options, especially with a quarterback like Matthew Stafford who can change it up on the fly when the defense lines up against the play.
Alabama's got a guy on special teams who likes to run the ball back for big yardage and good field position. That's probably Georgia's biggest weakness - special teams - for both punting and receiving units. If they can shut down Alabama's punt returns, I think that'll be all Georgia needs to do to ensure a win. To ensure a BIG win, however, Georgia will need to make sure that Stafford has plenty of time to get the play off, and I'm not sure the offensive line can hold off Bama for very long.
Alright, that's probably more than enough for now. I've posted on Caleb's blog, so you can check that out, too.
Our vacation with the Bowler family to St. George was a lot of fun as always. It's a great little island if you've never been. This year's trip, however, suffered two major interruptions (well, maybe three or four).
1 - Power went out on the island. A water spout had made an appearance across the bayside of St. George about 4 days before we left, killing power to the island. They set up generators for temporary power, but in the days leading up to our departure, they were still getting it fixed and not letting people onto the island unless they were residents. The affect on our stay was minimal, however, as they restored full power within 24 hours of our arrival. There was a 1 or 2 hour time period in the middle of the night where the power was completely out while they switched from generators to full power, but we were asleep and didn't really get bothered by it.
2 - I got sick, real bad sick. It kind of came on a little before we even left for the beach. It was a fever/cold kind of thing, and it pretty much lasted the first half of the week. It finally let up on me about the time...
3 - Tropical Storm Fay made an appearance. Fay zig-zagged all across the state of Florday, making its final pass clear across the panhandle where St. George is located. By the time it got to us, it was fairly weakened, but there was more wind than I had seen in my life (that I can remember. It only affected the last 2 or 3 days of the trip, but those were the days that I wasn't sick anymore so...ah well. What was very interesting was looking out the window one evening and seeing funnel clouds (yes, plural) forming over head, not more than a mile away. Scary, but not that scary (maybe we should have freaked out more...?). The Gilbert family was over, and Katie Niebes took a picture of the clouds. I got on the laptop and sent her pictures along to the Weather Channel. Whether or not they ever used them, who knows. I felt like a real field journalist. Woo!
4 - I had work to do. A handful of hours were occupied with editing a couple of commercials for a client that had a deadline in the middle of my vacation week. It wasn't a huge deal, but it took away time that I would have rather been on the beach (you know, before the tropical storm arrived).
Good trip overall...Jingles, who was a little bit shy of the ocean last year, apparently forgot all about that and went diving around in the waves without any real encouragement from any of us. At one point, she just laid down at the water line and the waves were coming in on her, like it was no big deal. Crazy doggie.
More recently, I took a trip to St. Louis, MO to shoot Kelley Gilbert's wedding. It was a good trip, never been there before. Spent the first 2 days doing tourist stuff with the wedding party...did the Anheuser-Busch Brewery Tour, took in a Cardinals game at Busch Stadium (game was against the Cubs, pretty good game), went to a couple of neat local restaurants, went to (and up inside) the St. Louis Arch (sidebar - apparently it's not the St. Louis Arch, but rather, it's the Gateway Memorial Arch. Also, it's not a state property, it's a federal development to commemorate the pioneers who went out west with Lewis and Clark...being federal, we should all be proud to know that our federal tax dollars built and maintain this place). Beautiful grounds on the property, very nice view of the Mississippi River and the city of St. Louis.
I will admit a little disappointment, as I was always under the impression that the arch spanned the Mississippi River, but it's actually all on one side of the river. Kind of like my visit to The Alamo 3 years ago. See, I always thought The Alamo was surrounded by mostly nothing, maybe some desert sand and a few trees. I was surprised to find out that it's right in the middle of the city of San Antonio, and the city has been built up around it - buildings, streets, tourism stuff. I just remember we were walking towards it, and we turned a corner and all of a sudden it was just there right in front of us, like it wasn't supposed to be there at all.
Disappointment aside, it was a great little arch, and the Alamo was cool, too.
The wedding was very nice and everyone had a good time. The DJ was wild...he really got out on the floor and interacted, teaching the crowd some crazy dance move stuff. Reception ended sometime around 1am, but the bride and groom were out of there shortly after midnight.
The next morning, what was left of Hurricane Ike made contact with the city (actually arrived around 2:30am). The next morning, it was real treat packing my equipment and luggage into the van. There was a portico we parked underneath - which was very helpful - but still, the wind and rain blew in under there pretty fiercely. I was riding with my in-laws, and as we made our way out of the city around 8 or 9 in the morning, there were huge pools of water on the interstates, road closures going the other way, poor visibility, gusts of wind pushing at the car and general horrible weather like you would expect from a previously category 3 hurricane.
It didn't let up until around Kentucky, but at that point the damage was done. We were heading around Paducah, KY when the interstate was closed off, routing us along some side roads for a few miles. As it turns out, we arrived only a short while after a tornado came through. This was apparent from the damage we saw going through these towns. At one point we were going through a Wal-Mart/Home Depot parking lot where carts had been blown around and the little aluminum cart corrals were all twisted up and blown around. The giant interstate-visibility signage was torn off the pole and lying twisted and destroyed on the ground over to the side of us. The power was out for the most part, and the traffic lights were out as a result, so it was a relief to finally get back on the interstate and continue our escape from the storm remnants.
The rest of the trip home was pretty uneventful (thankfully) aside from a few small storms coming through Tennessee and north Georgia. Gotta say, that was the absolute worst weather I have ever experienced in my life. Even though I wasn't genuinely freaked out, there were moments when I wondered whether or not we would make it out of town that day, or at least make it out without being in some kind of car accident.
Fall is usually the time of year when I see my business slow down, but this fall has been extremely busy for me...and it seems to be getting busier. I've been shooting the weekly meetings for the Touchdown Club of Atlanta. That's been a lot of fun, getting to hear people talk football for an hour. We're shooting it for the website, and we're actually going out live during the meetings. Very cool. This coming week, Mark Richt is the guest speaker, so assuming that UGA beats Alabama this weekend, it should be a packed house. Well, it'll probably be packed regardless.
Speaking of football...UGA is looking a lot better than I think people realize. They haven't really had to do a lot of fancy stuff yet, since all their competition has been pretty minimal. South Carolina wasn't a huge test...it was a close game, but it's not like you're going to see UGA throwing all they've got out on the field for 4 quarters at the beginning of the season, especially when you're closer to winning than you are losing. Arizona State should have been more of a test, but I think that even though Arizona State may be the 2nd best team in the Pac 10, they're a distant 2nd from USC. Georgia played well, and Knowshon looked like a Heisman candidate alright, but it wasn't a big test of skill.
Penalties are gonna lose a game for us sooner or later if that doesn't get figured out. Giving up a full field (over a 100 yards) in penalties to Arizona State is a bad move...it only really cost the dawgs 3 points in the end, but it could have been much worse. Against a better team, like Alabama or Florida...that sort of stuff loses you the game.
Speaking of Bama...I'm excited. It's a BLACKOUT game, and ESPN GameDay is going to be there. I'll probably be showing up just in time for the game (gotta work a shoot from 9a-5p on Saturday). No matter, though...the game's the main thing. I think Alabama has built a good team so far this year, but I'm not buying into the hype quite yet. At this point, they've played a clearly struggling Clemson team, two teams with no real chance (Tulane and Western Kentucky) and Arkansas, which never even threatened in a year where nothing is likely to go their way. Georgia's opponents haven't been much more impressive, but my point here is that Alabama's win over those much lesser opponents have catapulted them from unranked in the preseason to #8 currently, whereas Georgia's wins have dropped them from #1 to #3. If Alabama beats Georgia, they'll deserve their ranking. But that's not going to happen. Georgia has two wide receiver threats in Mohamed Massaquoi and AJ Green, and two running back threats in Knowshon Moreno and Caleb King (three threats, if you count Richard Samuel). It's an awful lot to try to defend such powerful running and passing offensive options, especially with a quarterback like Matthew Stafford who can change it up on the fly when the defense lines up against the play.
Alabama's got a guy on special teams who likes to run the ball back for big yardage and good field position. That's probably Georgia's biggest weakness - special teams - for both punting and receiving units. If they can shut down Alabama's punt returns, I think that'll be all Georgia needs to do to ensure a win. To ensure a BIG win, however, Georgia will need to make sure that Stafford has plenty of time to get the play off, and I'm not sure the offensive line can hold off Bama for very long.
Alright, that's probably more than enough for now. I've posted on Caleb's blog, so you can check that out, too.
8.16.2008
Cereal
A quick blog...
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I tend to agree. That being said, I'm not a huge breakfast cereal fan...my idea of a good breakfast is some grits and eggs with bacon/sausage and some good coffee. A nice, big, warm meal to fire up the day. During the work week, however, cereal is usually the most time-efficient food to get going with the day.
So if I'm going to have cereal, I want something like Cinnamon Toast Crucnch, Froot Loops, or Cap'n Crunch...SUGAR. I also like things like raisin bran, Cheerios (Hone Nut) and Rice Chex sometimes, but I'm going to pass those over if one of my preferred little-kid-at-the-table cereals are available.
My wife goes for the really nasty stuff, like Grape Nuts (neither a grape nor a nut). I'll pass. Gimme the sugar.
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I tend to agree. That being said, I'm not a huge breakfast cereal fan...my idea of a good breakfast is some grits and eggs with bacon/sausage and some good coffee. A nice, big, warm meal to fire up the day. During the work week, however, cereal is usually the most time-efficient food to get going with the day.
So if I'm going to have cereal, I want something like Cinnamon Toast Crucnch, Froot Loops, or Cap'n Crunch...SUGAR. I also like things like raisin bran, Cheerios (Hone Nut) and Rice Chex sometimes, but I'm going to pass those over if one of my preferred little-kid-at-the-table cereals are available.
My wife goes for the really nasty stuff, like Grape Nuts (neither a grape nor a nut). I'll pass. Gimme the sugar.
5.21.2008
My New Job
Today is an important day for me. It marks two things in my post-college life. First, it marks the day that I started my foray into the working world after graduation. I became part of the rat race 5 years ago on this date, and for a long time it seemed I'd never need to leave, never want to leave....never leave, period.
The second important thing about today's date is that it also marks my final day working in this office. I have 2 more days working full-time for the company (tomorrow and Friday) but they are on-location productions at the client's site, so I will not be involved in anymore office shenanigans here after this afternoon.
I put my resignation in nearly 3 weeks ago to give my employer a little extra time to replace me (small company, it's harder to replace folks in a small company when each person wears so many different hats). It was time for change (a change unlike my recent post on Caleb's blog...but change nonetheless). I've spent enough time here, I did what I came to do, and now I'm moving on.
Having Caleb come into my life was the primary reason for me to depart. Hilary decided that she would go back to work after her leave of absence, and so the question of child care arose. In the end, however, we decided that I would leave the company to pursue TradeWind Productions from home while I raised our son. Financially, it isn't too bad of a stretch since child care is so expensive. Likewise, I've had a healthy amount of growth in my business so I will hopefully be able to sustain our current standard of living or possibly even better.
Even better, I'll still be acting as a subcontractor for the forseeable future with my soon-to-be past employer, so I'll still be able to make some decent money there. I won't be the "Production Manager" anymore, but I will be taking on the title of "Mr. Mom" instead, which I think is a pretty fair trade.
So with child in arm and camera on tripod, I will be making my departure today with a small box of wall hangings and desk paraphrenalia. It's been real. It's been fun. Can't say it was real fun, but maybe this next jaunt around the race track of life will prove more valuable than anything else I've done to date.
Here we go...
The second important thing about today's date is that it also marks my final day working in this office. I have 2 more days working full-time for the company (tomorrow and Friday) but they are on-location productions at the client's site, so I will not be involved in anymore office shenanigans here after this afternoon.
I put my resignation in nearly 3 weeks ago to give my employer a little extra time to replace me (small company, it's harder to replace folks in a small company when each person wears so many different hats). It was time for change (a change unlike my recent post on Caleb's blog...but change nonetheless). I've spent enough time here, I did what I came to do, and now I'm moving on.
Having Caleb come into my life was the primary reason for me to depart. Hilary decided that she would go back to work after her leave of absence, and so the question of child care arose. In the end, however, we decided that I would leave the company to pursue TradeWind Productions from home while I raised our son. Financially, it isn't too bad of a stretch since child care is so expensive. Likewise, I've had a healthy amount of growth in my business so I will hopefully be able to sustain our current standard of living or possibly even better.
Even better, I'll still be acting as a subcontractor for the forseeable future with my soon-to-be past employer, so I'll still be able to make some decent money there. I won't be the "Production Manager" anymore, but I will be taking on the title of "Mr. Mom" instead, which I think is a pretty fair trade.
So with child in arm and camera on tripod, I will be making my departure today with a small box of wall hangings and desk paraphrenalia. It's been real. It's been fun. Can't say it was real fun, but maybe this next jaunt around the race track of life will prove more valuable than anything else I've done to date.
Here we go...
3.12.2008
Giving birth to a car and buying a baby
They say a picture tells the story of 1,000 words, but here are about 1,000 more in case you wanted them...Baby time is NOW! Caleb Nathaniel Jolly was born on March 4, 2008 at 6:26am. 7lb, 9oz and 20 1/2 inches. His official due date was about one week later on March 10. After about a week of getting to know the guy, I've finally found a few moments to blog about the whole thing. (FYI - the car thing is at the bottom of this post, just so you're not too confused by the title).
I keep reminding myself how wrong it is for me to claim this (being a dude and all)...but the labor and delivery went surprisingly well. Water broke around 11pm on Monday night, and after 7.5 hours and about 4 pushes the little guy was outta there. We were completely prepared for this marathon, sweat-it-out, profanity-laced endurance test that would last for 12 hours or more, but it was over so quick I barely had a chance to respond. I think my first words after the delivery were ".............."
I just couldn't believe we were done with it all! Hilary couldn't either, just shocking how fast it was. The remainder of the day was filled with doctors, family, friends and a little bit of rest. Two days later we were out of the hospital and headed home for a little quiet time (yeah, right).
They say you can never really prepare yourself for parenthood. Knowing that early on, I felt emboldened, not afraid - hey, if I can learn as I go along, that works for me. The whole preparation line is quite true if you've never experienced parenthood (or at least these very early stages). I knew there would be nights of lost sleep (I just didn't realize how horrifying 3 hours of screaming could really be). I knew there would be a lot of feeding and diaper changing (....yeah, I'll just leave that one alone for now). All told, however, I'm very excited about this turn. It's weird, it kind of makes my marriage itself seem brand new as it changes the rest of my life around as well.
People support has been super awesome this past week, and that is a big thank you to those of you reading this who have come by to visit, called, e-mailed or just said a prayer for us. You will never hear me say that "it takes a village," but I will acknowledge that the people in my life are more important to me than I might have realized.
There's not really a lot else to say...it's just happened so fast!
I will be setting up a separate blog for Caleb to keep people posted on pictures, news and emotional stress levels (NO, I won't be writing it from Caleb's perspective - though I could try it once or twice if requested...). That will free me up on this blog to continue the useless writings you have become accustomed to seeing here. As soon as I get that ready, I'll park a link here for you all.
[NOTE - parts of this car blog were drafted the day before Caleb showed up, so I'm mainly posting it now so I don't feel like I wasted so much time talking about a car just to not post it at all. Make sense?]So as we got closer and closer to baby time, we realized we probably wanted a different car...something bigger, easier to get stuff in and out. However, we had two perfectly good cars, and despite being a little cramped, they seemed like they'd pretty much fit the bill for a good while longer. It's been a couple of years since we've had a car payment, and that's nice.
Well, one of those cars got a little less reliable (that would be "The Chief," our '96 Cherokee). High mileage, old car, time to rethink. We took a look around, but everything was a bit pricey, and we were figuring a zero-sum on the trade in value for the old car. In fact the Kelly Blue Book value was only around $400-$500, maybe $1,400 if you labeled it as "great condition." So on a whim (and a lunch break) I took the car over to CarMax to get an appraisal. Even though they basically refused to make an appraisal the first time, another guy chased me down as I was leaving to let me know they could try to offer me something. Long story short, they offered WAY more than the car was worth, and so the idea of getting rid of the old car became more of a possible reality.
We looked over our options for a new car and settled on a handful of different SUVs. Big ones and small ones. We mainly wanted to buy a pre-owned with low mileage like we did with our first car back in '03. The one we wound up really liking was the Saturn Outlook. It still seemed a bit outside what we wanted to pay, but we crunched the numbers, moved some stuff around and made it happen.
Now it should be noted that Saturn is a "no-haggle" car company. It's like they say...you pay what the sticker says. That's really not so bad, because they're not charging a whole lot on the car when you compare it to others in the same class (invoice, NOT MSRP), and most of the features you'd want are standard (tinted class, floor mats...the basics that you normally have to pay hundreds or thousands extra for). However, we felt the need to do SOME haggling just to make sure we got what we came for and nothing more. It almost didn't happen, but....well, long story short, we bought one new and are now officially ready to transport Caleb around in something that rides less like a theme park ride and more like a family automobile.
Caleb is riding in style.
It seemed like a dangerous thing to do...buying a new car (let alone a "new" new car) in the days leading up to your baby's due date. But...the offer on the old car was only good for 7 days, and so we made good on it while we could. Now we have a car payment again, but we have safe, reliable transportation.
Our sales guy was awesome (I never thought I'd say that about a car salesperson...ever). He (and the other people at Saturn of Gwinnett) were very helpful throughout the process. Turns out he and his wife go to our church (we never know...our church has something like 11,000 members and we've only started getting to know people). He's around our age, so he and his wife are going to look into joining our Sunday morning class before worship service. Pretty amazing that you'd be able to join your car salesman at church...I think you usually end up being at odds with a guy once you've debated over a car purchase. What's next, lawyers and tax collectors in the church?
Unheard of!
Anyway, I think this is one of those situations where you spend a lot of time researching something, you feel like you know it backwards and forwards, but then a few months later you hardly remember anything you learned while researching your purchase. I'll be happy for that...right now, I am wasting WAY too much brain space on car knowledge and sales/purchase tactics. I could really use that section of my brain for something else right now.
Like a baby.
Maybe. Ya think?
9.20.2007
Enough is never enough
I should have put out my "UGA is going to win the SEC this year!" post a few weeks ago when it was still relevant. I guess I'm glad I didn't, now that the odds are lower.
It's still early though. I won't be going to another UGA game until GA/FL at the end of next month. The trip and the tailgate are always more fun than the game - at least for UGA fans - and this year doesn't look much better. Florida appears unstoppable, even though they haven't really played anyone yet (Tennessee doesn't count for much in my book since they hardly showed up for that game). But that's a month away and a lot can happen in between.
Speaking of in between, there's a lot going on for me personally in the next month. For starters, Hilary and I are taking a beach trip with Andy and Abby next week!! WOOOOOO!!! Been planning this one since earlier this year. We originally planned to go with them to Hawaii last year, but getting off of work for me didn't happen...too much going on at that point.
Of course, that hasn't really changed around here, but we're going this time anyway.
Gonna be a great time...no big plans or expectations, just hanging out at the beach, eating a lot of good food, hanging out with good friends and hopefully a whole bunch of sleeping, too. REEEEAALLY looking forward to it.
As of October 1st (roughly), TradeWind Productions will be re-organized as TradeWind Productions, LLC. Why? Liability. Operating as a sole proprietor for these last few years has kept me rather exposed. When you operate as yourself (instead of a corporation, LLC or LLP) then all of you personal assets and business assets are intertwined. The primary problem arising from something like that has to do with litigation. If someone sues me because they tripped over a video cable at an event, damages will be limited to the company. As a sole proprietor, my damages would have been limited to everything Hilary and I own...house, cars, savings....everything. So that's the main reasoning there. Also, I'll be able to organize and manage other areas of the business operations more easily, but that's too much detail for one blog post.
The company website overhaul project will also be completed soon as well. I'll post here when that happens so everyone can go check it out and let me know how awesome it is.
Next on the agenda is Oktoberfest! I think the camping trip to Helen is out for this year, what with members of the group being Full-O-Baby and such. However, that does allow for a couple more options on designated driver. Sorry Abby, that's just how it's going to be. Maybe they'll be serving O'Douls.
After that, I've got the aforementioned trip to Sea Island and the GA/FL game in Jacksonville. This might be the last year for this trip, which is too bad since it has been a nice get-together.
Baby Jolly is still growing. I forget what size it's supposed to be right now...we get another ultrasound one of these days, and I'll post the details here. Just like I posted the last one...oops. Maybe next post.
I need a vacation. Here it comes!
It's still early though. I won't be going to another UGA game until GA/FL at the end of next month. The trip and the tailgate are always more fun than the game - at least for UGA fans - and this year doesn't look much better. Florida appears unstoppable, even though they haven't really played anyone yet (Tennessee doesn't count for much in my book since they hardly showed up for that game). But that's a month away and a lot can happen in between.
Speaking of in between, there's a lot going on for me personally in the next month. For starters, Hilary and I are taking a beach trip with Andy and Abby next week!! WOOOOOO!!! Been planning this one since earlier this year. We originally planned to go with them to Hawaii last year, but getting off of work for me didn't happen...too much going on at that point.
Of course, that hasn't really changed around here, but we're going this time anyway.
Gonna be a great time...no big plans or expectations, just hanging out at the beach, eating a lot of good food, hanging out with good friends and hopefully a whole bunch of sleeping, too. REEEEAALLY looking forward to it.
As of October 1st (roughly), TradeWind Productions will be re-organized as TradeWind Productions, LLC. Why? Liability. Operating as a sole proprietor for these last few years has kept me rather exposed. When you operate as yourself (instead of a corporation, LLC or LLP) then all of you personal assets and business assets are intertwined. The primary problem arising from something like that has to do with litigation. If someone sues me because they tripped over a video cable at an event, damages will be limited to the company. As a sole proprietor, my damages would have been limited to everything Hilary and I own...house, cars, savings....everything. So that's the main reasoning there. Also, I'll be able to organize and manage other areas of the business operations more easily, but that's too much detail for one blog post.
The company website overhaul project will also be completed soon as well. I'll post here when that happens so everyone can go check it out and let me know how awesome it is.
Next on the agenda is Oktoberfest! I think the camping trip to Helen is out for this year, what with members of the group being Full-O-Baby and such. However, that does allow for a couple more options on designated driver. Sorry Abby, that's just how it's going to be. Maybe they'll be serving O'Douls.
After that, I've got the aforementioned trip to Sea Island and the GA/FL game in Jacksonville. This might be the last year for this trip, which is too bad since it has been a nice get-together.
Baby Jolly is still growing. I forget what size it's supposed to be right now...we get another ultrasound one of these days, and I'll post the details here. Just like I posted the last one...oops. Maybe next post.
I need a vacation. Here it comes!
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