I predict

Just took care of my Fantasy Football teams for the weekend. I'm feeling pretty good about it, I'm currently in 1st and 2nd in my leagues...and I predict wins in both leagues this Sunday.

Brent's getting married on Sunday in New York City...I'll be there, I leave tomorrow...can't wait.

I'll get some tasty pictures up soon...NY seems to have that type of vibe.

Just some stuff I've worked on recently...really raw and messy...but I like.

Brother-in-law Journalist

My sister's husband Pete has been secretly writing a sports article on ESPN.com.
He goes by Gene Wojciechowski. Check him out at www.espn.com scroll down a bit...you'll find him in the middle of the page. He's there everyday...so you can't miss him. I've posted a picture of him below.


I guess when he was younger, Pete played a Doctor on the popular t.v. drama E.R.


And also a Fighter Pilot in Top Gun

What is this constant wanting to have something happen? I swear, it's 1:30 in the am. and I'm still ready for something to take place at this hour. Sometimes I wish I were not the social person I am. I sit here, listening to music and want to go out. Out where? This is something that has plagued me since I learned how to ride a bike. I feel like I'm stuck here with nothing going on but my own thoughts and when left to my thoughts, they drive me insane.
For instance:
1. How am I going to get from under the thumb of a photographer and do my own work?
2. When are my nieces and nephews going to decided to tell their parents they want to be like uncle Billy? Yikes!
3. When is all this hard work going to pan out for me?
4. Will buying my own home ever happen?
5. Is it going to be LA or NYC?
6. In my own pursuit of artistic success, should I actually do other things (other than photography) that will stimulate my ideas? And how can I do that?
7. Do I really have to worry about corporate bail outs?
8. Will I ever be able to travel internationally again?
9. Did I choose the wrong major? Does that really matter now?
10. If I really try, could I do a photo doc on missionaries in Turkey and Austria...I mean...I would love to, but could I pay for it, and would it be worth it?

To be honest, I don't like where I live. I don't like the Valley. It's not fun. Fun is not my right however and I'll go through it day by day. All I know is this. Everyone has a surge, and when it happens, you better be ready for it. If you're not, it'll pass you by and you'll never know it happened.

That Guy

I'm sitting at Luigi Ortega in Pasadena waiting for the Dodger game to start. Hot wings are on the way along with a couple friends. The one thing that is annoying me...is that guy. I think we all know what guy I'm talking about. He's the one guy who probably comes here all the time by himself to take advantage of the half off Firestone beers on Thursdays. He's the guy who talks too loud to himself and asks stupid drunk questions to nobody in particular. I have a feeling he'll be here all night watching the game. He already gave me a few unsolicited suggestions as to what I should be eating...I really hope this doesn't continue throughout the evening.

Burn After Reading?

I saw a wallet on a bench yesterday as I was walking from the coffee shop to my car. It was a thick brown leather wallet filled with credit cards and $50 cash. To say the thought of pocketing the cash and leaving the wallet didn't enter my mind would be a lie. So, here is my opportunity...be selfish or selfless. Now that I think about it, earlier that morning, I spent some time reviewing last Sunday's sermon which was pulled from Joshua 24: 14-18.
Verse 15 states "...And if it is undesirable (evil in your eyes ESV version) for you to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your fathers served in the region beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."
It was all coming together for me on Sunday in this way; we all have to serve someone or something, and we WILL choose regardless if we believe we have to serve or not.
So, back to this opportunity. At that moment I had to choose to serve something regardless if I wanted to or not. Would I serve my own sinful nature, or allow God to work through that nature and allow me to serve him and ultimately glorify him with return of the wallet? I did the right thing and found the owner, he actually served my coffee that morning.
It astounds me the way God works. I cannot attribute this situation to simple coincidence. This was a real life application of the service we all have to choose regardless if we admit to it or not. And I know it goes deeper than just a wallet on a bench.