Monthly Archives: January 2012

childhood imaginations

childhood imaginations

there is a new documentary on cassettes coming out in the future. yay! it’s BACK!

someone from kickstarter is raising money for it and, as i was watching it, it took me back to the time when my brother and i would record hilarious “episodes” of courtroom dramas. i don’t know if he remembers any of this, but once i found this elusive tape and listened to it again sometime during high school. our voices were sOOoo cute and so childish, i think we were between the ages of 7 and 9? 10? and, apparently, totally into tv court dramas. judge wapner…. yes, the same one referred to in Rain Man the movie. we would go back and forth being judge wapner and use different voices for the defendant and the plaintiff roles. and the most funny part? we added commercials breaks! — one being the Crest toothpaste commercial, creating siren sound effects shouting into the recorder, mimicking the Cavity Creeps, “We make holes in teeth! We make holes in teeth!”

ahhh…. those were the days.

kids are pretty ingenious. it only takes a lazy summer afternoon (unsupervised minors — our mom wasn’t too big on daycare or babysitters, im guessing), a tape recorder, and a cassette tape (blank tape, optional). limitlessness possibilities, i tell you!! kids are the most creative people i know…. UH-mazing.

i don’t know where that cassette tape is now, but i’m sure if i dig around long enough among our mom’s collection of classical music, im sure to find it sooner or later. hopefully, she didn’t throw it out. i know it’s in one of her classical ones because, she casually played it one day and mid-way through the symphonic chorus our voices blared from the speakers! oops…. oh thaaaaat’s where that went. hee_hee

although worth nothing to anyone else in the world, it’s worth more than gold to me.

a happy new year

a happy new year

Came across an article while reading the hundreds of blogs i’ve subscribed to over the years. although, targeted to those in their mid-twenties, i felt that it was definitely for those of us in our 30′s as well, and maybe even beyond….

This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find God and themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. They mean to find a church, they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.

Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.

Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? What have I learned about God this year? What parts of my childhood faith am I leaving behind, and what parts am I choosing to keep? Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?”

Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe God is good and life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.

[article via relevantmagazine.com]

i’ve found the cliche “age is but a number” is very true.