A list. Not to be confused with A-list

I'm having one of those nights where I really want to post something, but I can't gather my thoughts to produce anything worth while; so i suppose I'll just list things. 

- Great time in Long Beach with friends

- Sunday night BBQ in Los Feliz 

- Monday night Football and Donavan McNabb kicked me out of the playoffs a little too early

- Rain is leaking into my bedroom 

- Hoegaarden tastes yummy

- Trader Joe's Sheapard's Pie is tasty 

- Enjoy not having a cell phone

- I'm scruffy like a hobo

- Coffee and ESV readings continue 

- I wear a hat (thanks KCS) 

- Women are funny, they just crack me up

- Yesterdays pen pals are todays chat friends 

- Dead baby Opossum in sisters pool 

- SNL digital shorts 

- French Vogue isn't pornography 

well this is kind of fun

you can find my name at the bottom...nice huh?

http://oceandrive.com/hybrid/archives/2008_10/cover/index.html

Yay! Christmas

Three beers in and I've decided to welcome in the sounds of a faithful friend, and as Ryan Adams muses me while sleepy and on my way to bed, I dream about the days to come, the friends who are and friends to come. Who am I to question what may be in my path and who am I to decide what is right and what is wrong? My mind races as I try to rest, as I try to find some hope in this place, this place of waiting. How low can one go before everything changes, before a shift happens, when nothing changes yet all things change? Going forward in confidence while all things, no, everything is out of my control...how do I go forward? There is nothing left in me where pride might feast, though self boasting may creep, it shall not build its home, for I am desolate and without a ground which to feed. You have brought me here and will do what you desire; I have no challenge, in fact, I give you all you need to take comfort. Take this desert and do what you will with it. 

It's fall

I awoke this morning to an overcast sky and the desire to walk through this friendly neighborhood of mine. I ventured easterly on Addison intending to bypass the busy Riverside boulevard lined with boring apartments and tiny shops which the populous ignore. Addison proved to be more than a simple detour from the usual road to be traveled; it is a street without walkway, lined with towering deciduous trees dressed in the finest of fall colors. In four blocks of silence, I find myself headed south toward the Starbucks; moments later, I'm in line with 13 other customers wondering why this had to be the Starbucks they chose. After a few Christmas songs over the PA and the rare star sighting, I was stirring my vente drip with whatever's in those pink packets. I sat, I sat in the big brown leather chair and listened to Tobacco while reading Bible verses. I departed the strip mall half passed the hour and ventured from whence I came. The sun eventually poked through my fall hour and dreams of the mid-west ceased.