Sunday, May 13, 2007

Another One Launches

My oldest daughter, Brittany walked at University of Arizona with the Department of Political Science after five years of carrying a full load of classes, working two jobs and taking two Spanish classes at once to complete her language requirement this semester.

.....At least we THINK she did.

The GPS photo taken from the nosebleed section of the Tucson Convention Center is being sent to the CIA for computer digital photo enhancement to verify that this is indeed her carrying an unidentified piece of paper (possibly a suicide note if her name is not called) and under the small red postage stamp poster below.






This is the proud grad with friends. We realize she could have mugged a real grad in the bathroom and stolen the gown to meet us outside the arena after the ceremony. No police reports of such an event were published so we think that was really her walking.


At any rate, she got a lot of cool stuff and got to drink some beer and eat good bar food.... well, she doesn't drink beer, but we got to, in honor of the accomplishment. Any excuse works to go to Chuy's.

So, what does a Poly Sci major do after graduation? I took some pictures after our last UofA graduation.....But, we'll see. For now, its all good.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Do I Smell Something Burning?

David tagged me as a "Thinking Blogger"...
So I have to come to one of two conclusions, either his threshold for what causes him to "think" is pretty low, or the blogosphere has lowered the collective concept of what passes for depth, or the meme has pretty much gone around the world and people are scraping for a list of 5 blogs that have already not been tagged, or.... no, one of THREE conclusions. Ummm... wait, make that one of FOUR... Blogging has replaced thinking as a sign of existence...I blog, therefore I think I am.

At any rate, I don't actually blog much, and I don't do much "thinking" on my blog, its more a journal of life, work, dogs, death, turtles , family events, observations about life, some minor philosophizing, some cool pictures I took, some rants, and stories. I started out thinking I would think on my blog, but I think pictures of Chinese hats, my dogs and framing octagonal ceilings is sometimes a lot more interesting than what I think about contemporary issues. Anyway... thanks David, you're easily entertained! :)

I guess you have to put this in your blog if you acknowledge you've been tagged, so here it is.
After I post the "rules", I'll list my 5 thinking blogs in no particular order of thought provoktion (is that a word?).

Rules for this:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think;
2. Link to this post [already done above -- Me.] so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme;
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn't fit your blog).

Now is it optional to display the Award proudly, or is it optional to display it even if you don't do it proudly? I'm so confused by misplaced modifiers and fuzzy instructions. This reminds me of the OCA rubrics book for services. ANYWAY....

5 blogs I visit when I'm tripping the blogosphere fantastic: (I'm avoiding redundancy of listing blogs that have probably been tagged by the 24,289 other Orthodox bloggers...)
http://www.this-side-of-glory.com/
http://lifeingrace.blogspot.com/
http://hispaniasancta.blogspot.com/
http://www.wittenberghall.com/
http://benedictseraphim.wordpress.com/
http://orrologion.blogspot.com/index.html

SIX blogs....

...and here is the picture of the finished octagonal ceiling in the laundry room that everyone has been waiting for... VERY nice chandelier, 4 recessed lights, ambiance rope light behind reversed crown molding around the bottom... two shots, one in the dark and one in the light.


and heck, just another cool picture I took on my way home from work

Thursday, April 26, 2007

How Not to Get a New Truck

I bought my first new car when I turned 50. I left the dealer about 10:00pm with my Toyota Tacoma with 6 miles on the odometer. At 7:30am the next morning my wife backed into the rear fender in our driveway. The next day one of my clients backed into the front end backing out of her driveway. The next week I started working at St. Paisius Monastery every weekend for almost 10 months. Like a dope I had leased it for 6 years with 15,000 miles a year to save money on monthly payments. In 3 and a half years I had put almost 150,000 miles on it.
They call that "upside down". This is the last time it visited St. Paisius last week. Going through the Salt River Canyon, it became clear to me I needed that 1,000.00 brake job the mechanic was warning me about.


My kids visit us a few times a year. All of them use our cars when they come to visit. Sean is visiting during spring break. He is 17 and uses my work truck to go to Church and run errands. I've always had it in the back of my mind that if one of the kids ever gets in a wreck in my work truck, I'm screwed. I need my truck.

Sean left for Church at 6:45 on Wednesday evening. At 8:15 I got a call. "This is Sean. I got in a wreck at Gilbert and Main." I asked if it was bad. He said "Yes, pretty bad." I asked if he was OK. He said, "Yeah, I'm OK. The other people are kinda OK, the lady has a cut on her leg... here, the paramedics want to talk to you..." He was OK. Peggy was at choir practice, I called her and she headed to the accident. I called friends who drove me and McKenzie to the accident. Sean had run a red left turn arrow. The don't have those in Hemphill, Texas. My truck was on the sidewalk facing the opposite way he was heading, bleeding oil and transmission fluid. Tools, paint, mud, ladders, buckets, saws, razor blades, books, all were thrown all over inside the truck. The scaffold and drywall mud boxes were in the intersection.
I grabbed my crucifix and prayer rope and let them tow it away.

Here is Sean the next morning with his bottle of ibuprofen and the truck at the junkyard where we had to unload all my tools and stuff into my rental truck.

Here is the car that hit him. The driver walked away, his girlfriend went to emergency for stitches in her leg.

I told him cars can be replaced... at my age kids are harder... We thank God no one was killed. Sean said, "Thanks for taking this so well." I told him we need a new van too....

So, "Upside Down Red" is totalled. I have "gap insurance" which pays the difference between what I owe and what the truck is worth. So I walk away free and clear. We went to the Nissan dealer tonight and I bought my second new truck, a bit bigger and hauls more stuff. (No lease.) Soon the new Church at St. Paisius will be ready for drywall. I have a brand new truck that will make the trip now. God works in mysterious ways, I suppose.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Not Another One

I don’t feel particularly qualified to comment on the Virginia Tech massacre in one way. I’ve not read any newspaper articles about it, I haven’t downloaded any of the videos on You Tube, I’ve read two blog posts about it and I’ve listened to maybe fifteen minutes of talk radio rants about gun control, evil and the politics of violence in America.

Everyone has an opinion and a dot they connect to some event or aspect of culture, politics, religion, psychology or morality that in some desperate way helps them make sense of the tragedy and what might keep another one from happening.

I don’t know Cho. Though I do in a way. I ran a Boy’s Home for five years. Kids were sent to us to cure, straighten out, point in the right direction, teach or nurture… whatever you wanted to call it. These boys had been beaten, burned, sexually assaulted, starved emotionally and physically, locked up, locked out and had seen things kids should never see much less even imagine. Some were genetically disadvantaged from the start their humanity compromised with low IQ’s, twitches, tweaks and synapses that didn’t fire or fired at the wrong times. Others had their humanity twisted out of them by watching their father have sex with the family dog in the backyard through their bedroom windows late at night then be assaulted by him later, or having scalding water thrown on them by their mother for crying when they got an “owie”. So, yeah, I know Cho. What I don’t know, nor does anyone, is how his peculiar experiences in life intersected with his peculiar humanity and its peculiar limitations. Nor do we know why he chose to work out his salvation, or his concept of it, in the way he did.

One thing I came to realize working with the shattered humanity I have, is that every action is purposeful and is intended to control some circumstance, create some illusion or tweak reality so that some deep existential pain within me will be alleviated and some vast dark void in my soul will be filled. We used to have a saying about all the dysfunctional ways the boys would try to do that: “Bad breath is better than no breath at all.” It’s a cliché that covers a multitude of sins.

Solomon said, “What is crooked cannot be straightened and what is lacking cannot be counted.” Ecclesiastes 1:15 Pessimistic? I think not. Who can straighten the path of the entire human race since Adam’s sin? Who can count all the ways we lack love? Who can straighten a child deformed by the dozens of people who have bent him, pushed him, twisted him and crushed him? Who can count what was beaten out of him, drained from him and torn out of his soul? What is lacking is not even clear to ourselves much less those around us.

Why does one person go on to a life of introspection, chose a path of painful healing and look to love as the cure for the darkness and another cast themselves headlong into their darkness and lose themselves and try to take everyone around them into that black hole?

The greatest despair is not to despair of the possibility of encountering healing love. It is to disbelieve that it even exists, and if it does, that it does not matter. The nihilistic spirit of the age is a culture of ultimate despair. Relationships and even love are utilitarian and ultimately are in service to our “feelings”. We are slaves to passion, and if we cannot “feel” something, we WILL feel come hell or high water and will do anything to experience something within us that tells us we are human and not an empty void. Even if that feeling is pain, sorrow and twisted exhilaration.

I ask myself of Cho what I asked myself of dozens of young boys I lived with for five years, “Is there anything that can be done to straighten this twisted human being, what could I possibly add to this empty vessel to fulfill its humanity?” All I can come up with is love. But the problem is, who am I that I can possibly love to that depth and intensity? I am inadequate to the task because I too am twisted and empty and shattered. But bad breath is better than no breath at all. Perhaps my imperfect and shallow and weak love will give a glimmer of the greater Love awaiting us all. If Cho had encountered a real Christian, would it have made a difference? We don’t know if he did, or that it ultimately would have mattered. I just believe some people are bent and in this life cannot or will not be straightened. And the rest of us have to live with this reality when the dark emptiness in them spills over into our lives and engulfs them. The only hope we have is the hope that even in that darkness there is still a Light that shines in that darkness and if we are faithful the darkness will not overcome it.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Has it Been Two Months??

Gee time flies when you're having Lent!
What's been happening?

Well, I've been working like a dog (like a Great Dane, not a chihuahua...)
For some reason I've been doing a LOT of doctor's office remodels lately and of course they have to be done before they open and after they close. So I do those before I go to my "day jobs". And all this going on during Lent and Holy Week and being the Reader at our Mission

Of course we have to keep places like this surgery room REALLY clean while trying to do drywall work.


I was on my way home one night on the freeway about 11:00pm from Safeway Corporate offices (another after everyone goes home remodel) feeling sorry for myself for having to work 18 hours that day and saw someone having a worse night than I was...


Of course, when you're sacrificing a lot and begin feeling like a martyr, strange things happen....



No, its not stigmata. You shouldn't use your hand to pound a piece of one inch copper pipe into a fitting. Use a mallet next time, stupid. No crowns of glory for being a dope no matter how much it hurts. sigh.....

But it hasn't all been work work work. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" as Jack Nicholson immortalized in "The Shining" (Shelly Duvall looking over the typewriter at his manuscript was one of the most psychologically frightening and well shot scenes in Kubrick's career). Anyway, I digress. We went to St. John's Monastery for a pilgrimage and to visit this guy

He's not really all THAT scary and sober... he's really just a Russo-phile poser. But he is a novice there, and my step son. While I was there I interviewed Abbott Jonah about the Jesus Prayer, monasticism and the spiritual life for my radio program . On our way back we stopped in San Francisco to visit St. John Maximovitch who lies incorrupt in a shrine in the Russian Cathedral there. My wife had some heart problems during Lent. She was prayed for all over the world and annointed with oil from St. John, and when she went in for the catheterization they found no blockage. So we stopped in here to say "Thank you" to St. John.

We also drove through the Sequoia National Park where they have some REALLY big trees. This one was a sapling when Christ was born. This is a tree hugger's dream...
This was a scenic stop off where you can see 11 mountain ranges at one time.

By the way, that's my 14 year old daughter hugging the tree. She's 14 going on 23. She refuses to go to a convent so this is the next best thing for her Dad's sake...
Speaking of convents...I just returned from St. Paisius Women's Monastery where I've been building stuff for them for about 4 years now. This is where my father in law is buried.

Another painter and I spent two days and painted the main building, the barn, 3 sketes, 3 outbuildings, the goat pen, and about a half mile of fence. This is the cemetery fence. I loaded a generator and my spray rig in the back of the truck and drove around it to paint it. In the background is the new Church that is being built. God willing, I'll be able to do the drywall work on the interior when the roof is on.

So... that's the life of Steve for the last couple months. Now you'll have to excuse me, I need to go put something on the sunburned bald spot on the top of my head. Next time you're painting outdoors in the Arizona sun, wear a hat. Remember, no glory for dopes, just pain.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Self Image, Narcissism and Loneliness

The following is an article from the Seattle Times. It is a completely secular validation of what the Scriptures and the Fathers tell us:

"Self-knowledge is needful; this is the knowledge of oneself and especially of the limitation of one's talents, one's failings, and lack of skill. Abbot Nazarius

"Our greatest protection is self-knowledge, and to avoid the delusion that we are seeing ourselves when we are in reality looking at something else. This is what happens to those who do not scrutinize themselves. What they see is strength, beauty, reputation, political power, abundant wealth, pomp, self-importance, bodily stature, a certain grace of form or the life, and they think that this is what they are. Such persons make very poor guardians of themselves: because of their absorption in (the false images), they overlook what is their (true self) and leave it unguarded. How can a person protect what he does not know? The most secure protection for our treasure is to know ourselves: each one must know himself as he is, and distinguish himself from all that is not he, that he may not unconsciously be protecting something else instead of what is truly himself." St. Gregory of Nyssa.

Since the time of the transgression of our forefather, despite the weakening of our spiritual and moral powers, we are wont to think very highly of ourselves. Although our daily experience very effectively proves to us the falseness of this opinion of ourselves, in our incomprehensible self-deception we do not cease to believe that we are something, and something not unimportant. Yet this spiritual disease of ours, so hard to perceive and acknowledge, is more abhorrent to God than all else in us, as being the first offspring of our self-hood and self-love, and the source, root and cause of all passions and of all our downfalls and wrong-doing. It closes the very door of our mind or spirit, through which alone Divine grace can enter, and gives this grace no way to come and dwell in a man. (From Unseen Warfare)

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Does Your Mirror Lie?
How people view their appearance, smarts and importance rarely reflects the truth

Story by Kyung M. Song,
The Seattle Times

David Dunning played the cello seriously as a teen - and he thought himself quite talented.

Then Dunning heard a recording by Jacqueline du Pre, the late English cellist who was renowned for playing with a brilliant ferocity. "So that's what you do with that instrument," a chastened Dunning, now professor of psychology at Cornell University, recalls thinking. "I had no clue that you could do that with the cello."

Dunning's epiphany was a classic example of a phenomenon familiar to social psychologists: flawed self-assessment. People - as researchers have documented again and again - systematically misjudge their competence, virtues, relevance and future actions. And those erroneous views can, researchers say, endanger health, ruin relationships, dent finances and cause other misery.

People generally consider themselves smarter, luckier, better looking and more important than they really are. They regard themselves as exceptional and believe that they will avoid the divorces, premature deaths or weight gains that befall everyone else.

Self-serving biases permeate people's perceptions. They claim credit for good deeds and successes but shift blame to others for their failures. A Toronto motorist captured this tendency on an insurance form: "A pedestrian hit me and went under my car."

"Most of us have a good reputation with ourselves," says David Myers, a professor at Hope College in Holland, Mich., who wrote the textbook, Social Psychology.

Blissful incompetence

People's high self-regard tends to be unjustified, social psychologists say. The link between people's personal estimations and the not-so-flattering reality is sometimes perilously weak.

Researchers at Australia's University of New England reviewed 128 studies in 1982 and calculated that people's perceptions of their intelligence versus their actual performance on tests and academic tasks had an average correlation of less than .3. A perfect correlation is 1.

In another study, in 1977, 94 percent of college professors ranked themselves as above average, even though by definition only 50 percent can be in the top half.

The least skilled people have the most exaggerated sense of their abilities. Dunning and a colleague conducted several studies to test theories about incompetence and inflated self-assessment.

Forty-five Cornell undergraduates took tests on logical reasoning and estimated how their test scores would compare to that of their classmates. The students who performed in the top quartile lowballed their actual scores and rankings. But those in the bottom quartile were grossly off mark. They misjudged that their scores would fall at the 62nd percentile instead of the actual 12th percentile.

Conclusion: Incompetent people are doubly handicapped because they lack not only the requisite skills but the ability to recognize their own deficiencies.

Intuition is dead wrong

People's self-perceptions fail in other ways, too. Often they are guilty of unwarranted optimism. People believe themselves invulnerable to bad fortunes, whether picking losers in the stock market or catching sexually transmitted diseases. Marriage-license applicants correctly guessed in a survey published in Law and Human Behavior that half of marriages end in divorce. Yet most of the 137 would-be betrothed put chances of their own marital dissolution at zero percent.

People are egocentric. They think their actions, absences and contributions are much more conspicuous than they actually are. Social psychologists have dubbed this the "spotlight effect." Students ushered into rooms while wearing T-shirts emblazoned with a large photo of Barry Manilow (attire researchers verified most college students consider mortifying) guessed that twice as many of their classmates would take note as actually did. Other people are more oblivious to our appearances, emotions and behaviors than we imagine. Stewing silently against a colleague? Chances are he barely has a clue.

People also think their virtues uncommon but their failings typical. Tax cheaters believe everyone else cheats, too. An infatuated person, Myers says, assumes the other reciprocates the feelings. People who drink heavily but buckle up in the car bolster their self-image by underestimating how many other people use seat belts. As the Talmud says, "We do not see things as they are. We see things as we are."

Consequences in life

Some social psychologists argue that shortcomings in self-assessment in laboratories are inconsequential or artificial. But researchers amassed persuasive data showing that people - at least North Americans - commit systematic errors in perceptions that can jeopardize their health, sabotage careers and even world peace.

People with unrealistic optimism are less likely to say they intend to get a flu shot. They are more likely to chance high-risk sex or disregard doctors' orders. They also risk wasting money on gym memberships by overestimating how often they will work out, Dunning said, or by miscalculating how carefully they will monitor their cellphone minutes.

Grades, too, can suffer. Children who can realistically gauge their own learning do better on exams. Fifth- and seventh-graders in an experiment published in Journal of Experimental Child Psychology bore this out. They devoted less time to easy booklets and focused their studies on the difficult ones. First- and third-graders, in contrast, underestimated the effort required to memorize the more difficult booklets and split their attention evenly among the booklets. The result: the younger students fared worse than the older students on subsequent tests.

Employees with flawed self-views might reject their supervisor's valid, but negative, reviews. Then they feel cheated with their "paltry" raises. Husbands and wives separately tallying how much each contributes to household chores produce estimates that add up to more than 100 percent.

Inflated self-views aren't all bad. They can buffer people from stress and depression and motivate them to keep after challenging tasks, Myers says. But on the whole, Myers contends, errors in perception bear blame for much of life's disharmony.

"It's at the root of many divorces, as both partners see themselves as contributing more and benefiting less than their counterparts," Myers says. "And it's endemic to many conflicts, where each side thinks its motives are virtuous."

Reality check

So, how do you get a true, or at least truer, picture of yourself? One way may be a "self-regulation" model professor Glenn Regehr and colleagues at the University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine are promoting. It involves medical professionals seeking formalized feedback from peers, patients and standardized tests to identify their practice habits and outcomes. Whether physicians are as skilled as they assume may be less material than whether they know when to ask for help - much as Regehr says poor spellers avoid trouble by knowing when to consult a dictionary.

External feedback is critical because recognizing your own biases is intrinsically difficult.

"It's like trying to scratch an itch in the middle of your back," said Chip Heath, professor of organizational behavior at Stanford University. "You can do it, but it's easier for someone else to help you out."

Heath has examined ways that companies and organizations can compensate for individual biases. People tend to form views based on limited and biased information (it rains only after I wash my car) or they over-rely on vivid but minor evidence (a glowing recommendation from someone who barely knows the applicant). Companies can counterbalance those tendencies, Heath says, by assembling broad, objective, relevant facts to form decisions.

The technique works for individuals, too, Dunning says. Frank feedback from spouses, children, bosses or colleagues can yield enlightenment for those secure enough to seek it.

If they concur that your humor is insipid, your body is unfit for skinny jeans and your musicianship is merely middling, Dunning says "you might consider the possibility that it might be true.

"The road to honest self-insight runs through other people."

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The last line is the real kicker. This is what the Church is about: the healing of the human person. We submit our self assessment to the community and to our spiritual directors for a reality check. True humility accepts that we are indeed self deluded, proud, and constitutionally incapable of seeing ourselves "according to sound judgment and not more highly than we ought" (Rom. 12:3). The willingness to both give and accept corrective assessment is probably one of the greatest weaknesses of our culture of "self image psychology". We are so afraid of damaging someone's frail self image we allow people to live in self delusion and the ultimate psychological, emotional and spiritual pain that inevitably creeps into our souls because we intuitively, in the darkest corner of our hearts, know we are "not all that". We have seen a false face in the mirror and beleived it to be our own, and the lie is sustained only at unspeakable cost to our souls. No one believes the lie but ourselves, and everyone behind our backs is speaking the truth about us. There can be no true communion, no integrity, no wholeness, because we neither know the truth, speak it, accept it or believe it. And we are lonely. The spiritual devastation in our age is loneliness and it cannot be cured by adding lies to our lies. The Truth sets us free, from self delusion, narcissism, false images, fake faces, and opens us to Love which can heal the sicknesses, failures, and illusions we cling to.

"He who has been able to see himself has accomplished more than one who has seen the angels." St. Isaac the Syrian





Wednesday, February 07, 2007

What Not to Do at 54

If you ever go for an X-ray... remember this.
I finish drywall, someone else usually hangs it. I'm 54. I used to hang drywall in full sheets. Now I hang drywall in small pieces.

Darrell (that's what we call him...) had an X-ray room to sheetrock at a doctor's office we are taping and texturing. He never hung lead lined sheetrock before, I did it a few times in my "manly youth". They put lead on the back of 5/8" sheetrock to keep the X-rays from sterilizing the patients in the waiting rooms and X-ray machine operators. It also keeps Superman from looking through the walls at the nurses, and keeps Kryptonite from harming the doctors. There's all kinds of tricky stuff you gotta know to shield the joints and screws and electrical boxes etc. NO X-rays can leak through the walls when you are done.

Anyway... lead lined sheetrock weighs about 300 pounds per sheet. Darrell had 13 sheets of it leaning against the wall for 3 weeks. It's the last room in the doctor's office. He told his boss he wasn't going to do it. No one else in his company had ever hung lead lined sheetrock before. He complained, he begged, he whined, he threatened to quit.
No one came to help. The sheetrock didn't come with instructions.

Knowledge is a terrible thing sometimes....

So... Thomas and I hung a few 12 packs shy of two tons of sheetrock this morning, then finished taping the other 8,000 sq ft. of offices after lunch.

I think tonight will be a 6 ibuprofen/3 beer night... or is that 3 ibuprofen and 6 beers....
No matter, both work.

That's the lead lined board on the right. That's us cutting a sheet with a reciprocating saw and a metal cutting blade... and no, Thomas is not a euchuch now, and he can still play piano...he moved in time.


This is Thomas putting a sheet in place. Years ago, he used to be a power lifter.
Deja vu all over again.
That is Darrell "helping".
Notice Darrell's three finger "ducking" technique to help push it in place. He's no idiot. If Thomas' knee gives out and that falls on him, he'll look like a cartoon character run over by an steam roller.



NO!!! DON'T LICK THE LEAD...
LOOK WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU!






Thursday, January 25, 2007

Arisona Snow!

Caldonia Sun posted some beautiful pictures of snow and ice in the Appalachian Mountains

However... one expects the Appalachians to have snow.

This is something you don't see every day in the Phoenix, Arizona area...


Sunday, January 07, 2007

Theophany at St. John's Mission

Yes, I live in the desert so water is as scarce here as it was in Jesus' land. Arizona has only one natural lake, all the others are created by dams. Tempe, the home of Arizona State University, has dammed up part of the "river" and created Tempe Town Lake, along which is being developed hotels, malls, a river walk and condos. This is where our Mission went to bless the waters on Theophany.


The visitors to the Town Lake Park had never seen anything like THIS before at the Lake...a bunch of boys and men in satin, gold and purple dresses parading around.... well, I take that back, Tempe IS a University town and does have a Mardi Gras party every year. Maybe we weren't noticed after all.



We had a couple special visitors. The Tribune Newspaper's religion editor and photographer came to do a story on our Mission and came for the Divine Liturgy and the Blessing of the Waters. I gave him a CD of our radio program on Theophany (there's two parts, actually) and the program notes. He commented to me as he left, "This was a beautiful service and there is a LOT to write about here..."





Everyone got a shower....


Sunday, December 31, 2006

My New Year's Eve Party

Everyone is gone.

The last of the kids flew out this morning. My wife and daughter are in Pampa, Texas for a few days (yes the Pampa that was on Dateline last Friday night, and yes that was my step daughter, the team athletic trainer, helping the injured players off the field).

So, I'm here by myself on New Year's Eve. TIME TO PARRRR-TAY!

So I bought a frozen pizza, some Dos Equis Amber, a Sarah Lee cheesecake, 5 feet of half inch copper tubing, a new shower valve, two shut off ball valves so I can shut the water off to the basement bathroom without shutting down the whole house, 6 elbows and splices, flux, solder, pipe dope, and a torch. Seven hours later and one extra trip to Home Depot for threaded fittings for the shower mixer assembly and a 45 degree coupler.... No more leaky faucet!


I think my pizza is done. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Death Cab for Cutie

For those who don't have teenagers in the house, yeah, you read it right. Death Cab for Cutie is a band my 13 (nearly 14 going on 26) year old daughter introduced me to. We pretty much have to listen to Hawthorne Heights, American Rejects and sundry "screamers". We have to listen because, even though people have to speak up for me to hear them now, I'm not yet quite deaf enough to not hear her stereo when she plays it loud enough in her bedroom so she can hear it while she takes a shower. But that's not the point. DCfC... they remind me of Sgt. Pepper/White Album era Beatles. In fact, the lead singer sounds like John Lennon on a couple songs. But the fact that I like their more mellow "sound" and orchestration isn't the point either. I like their lyrics. While no one yet touches Simon and Garfunkel for existential lyrics, these guys have a depth and eye on humanity that is worth paying attention to. This is one of my favorite songs, solo guitar, one voice. The video is here.

"I Will Follow You Into The Dark"

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark


Actually, the song touches what all the great love songs have in common: they are a reflection of the Divine Romance, the Gospel. This is why they continue, as the ones that have reached into my heart and soul for 40 years, to touch people who are alive to the possibility of love and eternal union with their beloved. We intuitively know that death divides, the darkness of Hades is the loss of unity, the obscuring of our faces to one another, the breaking of our hearts. But we also know that in love Hades is destroyed, death is overcome, and death itself becomes the way we are united forever to our beloved because beyond death there is only eternity. "There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts our fear" St. John says in his epistle. If we love, we will follow our beloved into the dark because we know no fear, not even of hell itself. This is the Gospel: God knows we die. We are His beloved and He comes to our side, holds our hand in His, He follows us into the darkest places of our human experience and then into death. He died alone so we will not. When our soul embarks, He is there and follows us into Hades to raise us up eternally with Himself because of Love. We know deep inside us that what Solomon said is true, "Love is as strong as death..."

Death Cab for Cutie and countless poets before them have touched the gospel within us. We will die for the sake of our beloved if it means an eternity together in love. What more can we do for our beloved than what Christ has done for us?

Monday, December 11, 2006

Miscellaneous Stuff

Family, dogs and work. No deep theology tonight.

Coolie labor... me fooling around with a client's "decorator accessories".




Wifey and the dog she loves to hate, Duke.



Family portrait.





This is where we removed an octagonal recessed ceiling detail and framed a curved ceiling in a bathroom. A glass block shower wall went underneath it eventually.



This is a laundry room remodel. We removed one of those florescent lights behind the plastic lens square thingys and framed an octagonal recessed ceiling. We talked them out of a round ceiling. It will eventually get crown molding top and bottom and rope lighting behind the bottom crown, 4 recessed lights and a chandelier in the center. More pictures sure to follow when the job is done.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

What Is Truth?

Truth is usually thought of as "verifiable facts". Truth is something that can be examined, tested and proven to be well... true. The Gospel says Jesus is Truth. Anyone who has been a Christian for any length of time has heard their preacher say "Truth is a person... Jesus."

OK. Even I said that 30 years ago. No one ever asked me, "So... what does that mean?"
Its a good thing because I couldn't have told them what it means. It just sounds good, and, after all it IS "Bible".

So, what DOES it mean? I think I've finally discovered it.

"Truth" is aleithei (depends on how you Anglicize the Greek). It is actually what is called an "alpha privative", meaning you put an "a" in front of something and it makes it a "negative". Like "immortal" in Greek is actually "a-death", without death. I looked up the root of "truth" in Lidell and Scott Greek Lexicon, and it is "leithei". The first meaning of "leithei" is "forgetfullness" or "forgetting", the second meaning is "a place of oblivion in the lower world". So Truth, A-leithei, is "not forgottenness", or "not oblivion".

When I read this I immediately thought of Psalm 88 which I have read in Matins every Sunday for the past 10 years. It is a Psalm of the experience of hades, of forsakenness, of being abandoned by God: "Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deep...Shall Thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave, or thy faithfulness in that destruction? Shall Thy wonders be known in the dark, and Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfullness?...Lover and friend hast Thou put far from me and my aquaintence into darkness..."

Truth is the antithesis of that experience. Truth saves us, but from what and how? Truth is Christ. Christ unites us to God in whom there is no darkness. God is light. Christ unites is to God in whom we fully know and are fully known, not forgotten. Christ unites us to God in whom we have life, His Spirit gives life and abundantly, not death and destruction. Christ unites us to God in whom we are healed (in Greek the root meaning of salvation is "healing"). Christ unites us to all humanity and creation in perfect union in His body, lovers and friends are joined to us in the perfect love of the Trinity.

Truth is a Person. Truth is Christ, the God-man who united our fallen nature to the nature of God in His person. The Spirit of Truth unites the human being to Christ in whom are all the blessings of union, communion, intimacy, knowledge, and love. Apart from Truth, there is only oblivion, corruption, despair, illusion, lies and forgottenness. He is the Truth. He is not merely an empirical "fact", He is a Savior.

Monday, November 13, 2006

What 50,000.00 Buys Your Kid

We got an emergency call on Wednesday. The custom cabinet shop had bought a broken down "Tuff Shed" for 700.00 and had to have it delivered as a finished play house on Saturday for an 8 year old's birthday party on Sunday. They were setting up the carnival on the estate and there would be 50 kids there. We got there on Thursday afternoon after the windows and exterior moldings were put on and began priming everything. We met the designer at 4:30pm and chose paint colors and made it to the paint store before they closed.

We returned Friday morning at dawn. This is the front of the shed with the new patio roof being intalled. We painted everything as it was being built or installed. I had to "cut in" straight lines on all the moldings with people walking on the roof and inside the shed. It is like trying to paint a straight line in an earthquake.

They delivered the front porch railing to us at 6:30pm to be painted.


The exterior was 75% done, the interior was just being started. It is dusk and we have to deliver the playhouse at 7:00am tomorrow. This is the owner of the cabinet shop and his foreman sweating.


We put a fan on to dry the paint on the inside faster. It is 10:30pm. and we put the final coat on the interior so the fabric installers can install the wall treatments at 4:30am.



We show up at the shop at 6am to final touch up then head to the estate to meet the shed. We are only allowed on this part of the 10 acre estate and 30,000 square foot house. This is the kids play area off of the play room. We don't venture into any other part of the yard because of the 15 person security staff and cameras constantly monitoring us.



TUFF SHED delivers the not so tuff shed...


Unloading from the trailer....Thomas and Jeremy on the left, and me (taking the picture) well, we're painters. That thing weighs much more than a paintbrush.



The back side of the playhouse.



The front porch is installed, and landscaping goes in...


Almost finished. The toys, furniture, etc. are being delivered and put inside. We're done with the touch up and head home. Happy birthday!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Polyticks

So, I called my friend who is VERY politically active.
"H", I said, "This is Steve, I need some political advice!"
"WHAT??? Who is this really??"
"No, its me...I'm at the polls..."
"Who is this???"
"Really, its me, Steve. So I'm here and there's all these signs on the sidewalk out front. One says "VOTE AQUI"... and I don't see anyone named "AQUI" on the ballot, what do you know about this guy?"
And I hang up.

Really, I've never voted. The lesser of two evils is still evil. Yeah, we
"get to vote" for our evils, but the beauty of the democratic system is one of them will be elected and neither will be grossly evil, just evil enough to be in politics.

So... I don't vote. And I don't bitch.
This blog is a political free zone.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Whole Lotta Love

I saw Led Zeppelin do this at Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Phoenix in 1969. A pretty cool remake... check it out.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Cynical or Realistic?

Is the glass half full, or half empty or is that glass just too big for that amount of water? Sometimes I wonder if I'm a cynic. My wife says I think everyone is "goofy". Well... yeah, I do. But goofiness is not the issue, its degrees of goofy and what kind of goofy, benign or destructive, cute or ugly, oblivious or sociopathic. Unfortunately every time I supress or ignore my goofy meter, I get slammed somehow. I tend to want to give people the benefit of several doubts, go a third mile for them and make excuses for their weirdness. I supress the discomfort I feel when I'm talking to them. But...I know. Deep inside me the flags are waving, the sirens are going off and the warning light is flashing. Somehow in my head I've made "being a Christian" and ignoring the warning signs equivalents in some ways. WWJD in His woodshop if a goofy client asked Him to do a job and He knew even God couldn't do a good enough job to please this guy?

I'm meeting yet another client in a couple hours. We worked in the house for over a year before meeting the owners. The house itself just "felt creepy" to me and my two employees. Yesterday we found out the reason... we met the owners. I left a bill. They decided they are unhappy. We have a meeting. They are both lawyers... again........ sigh........

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Orthodox Heretical Potty Humor

In an article recently published in the Journal of Really Truly Only Actual Factual Orthodoxy, Heirosubreader Wopbopaloolawopbopalapoulos tells about the discovery of a new heresy that infected the early Church and still has adherents to this day. In an interview with Protosubaltarboy Buffonoofius he explained, "This heresy called Excrementalism was begun in the lower regions of Middle East and was a synchretism of a Greco-Roman cult that worshipped the planet Uranus, and the Minotaur (thus the heretics were often referred to as Bull Excrementalizers). "

As with most heresies it began within the Church. It was begun by a convert, Fecal the First , who was quickly elevated to Patriarch of Neon, a suburb of Ninevah, due to his dynamic personality and his willingness to hold a part time job at a restuarant owned by the biggest benefactor of the church to subsidize his meager salary. The Minotaur Excrementalist "school of theology" quickly rivalled the Alexandrian School and Antiochian School in the early third century mainly due to the fact that most adherents reported attaining illumination and theoria even during the catechumenate by reading 6 to 8 books, attending Vespers on Saturday evenings, 3 out of 5 Holy Week services, being sure to touch the floor during metanias, visiting a monastery, and avoiding coffee creamer on fasting days. When asked how his adherents advanced so quickly when other Orthodox people often did not even see an uncreated night light in their lifetime, Fecal the First commented, "It is the one with zeal who knows all because he feels all and opens himself to the moving of the spirit within him, thus when he engages the spiritual life he does so with fire and that fire consumes his ignorance and leaves only the pure word of truth within him. If one fasts strictly with zeal and not eat gyros at the Festival during a fast day, God multiplies the grace 40 times, so we get results fast!"

Fecal the First, though barely out of the catechumenate himself when he was ordained, tonsured and elevated, spoke with great authority on any topic presented to him. Thus, he quickly gathered a cult following and those who heard him teach would often comment to him "We have never heard a man speak Minotaur Excrementalistically with such conviction, are your words from Uranus?" and "Anthropos, are you full of it!"

"Of course we all know that in Greek the word for "Spirit" is "pneuma" and is the neuter gender thus we must conclude when they said he was full of "IT", they were referring to the Spirit....", explained Heirosubreader Wopbopaloolopawopbopalapoulos.

Over the centuries the traditions of Minotaur Excrementalism have never been written down in a book, which is why it is hard to study and systematize. Its principles, ascetical practices, spiritual sayings and teachings have been passed on from catechumen to catechumen for 1900 years. Many of its adherents go on to leadership within the Church and start internet discussion groups, publish books and even become parish council presidents, clergy and seminary professors.