fridays

Most Friday mornings after I'm done with my job responsibilities, I'm able to make it to the Y in time for a spin class. As some of you know, I enjoy spinning and swimming as my two main forms of exercise in my never-ending quest to train for desert.

Okay, quick compie update. Dropped computer off with awesome and super hot handsome and wonderful Tech Geeks today. Lugged the comp into the shop while pushing stroller, and one came running to help me. See?

Back, many moons ago, when I started to write consistently on this blog, I started out writing about spiritual things. I started out writing on Fridays only and it started with just spiritual issues I was thinking about. I was reading a ton of theology back then. Almost only theology. I was reading Brian McLaren, Donald Miller, NT Wright, Lee Camp, etc, etc. I was being exposed to a lot of new

I was looking for my old baseball cards the other day and while I didn't find them (they must be up in the attic), I did find this handbill that my boy Chad did back in the crazy 90's. I didn't put the backside up since it just tells you that you could see MK2, John Doe, and Chek spinning Hip Hop, Acid Jazz, and Jungle at the Red Geranium on Fridays for $5. It's the art of Hugs that the people

The company we work for allows us to leave at 1:30pm on Fridays…for the entire summer. They call it “Summer Friday”. It’s a perk. We use the time to drink beer.

I was eleven years old when I first heard The Seven Dirty Words You Can’t Say On TV. Doug, my friend across the street, had the vinyl album. I never questioned how he obtained it. I just remember listening to it when his parents weren’t home.

Nothing goes together better than sunshine and indie rock, right? OK, nothing goes together better than expensive hotels and broke-ass rock bands, right?

Really, nothing goes together better than free stuff and local music fans.