Here's to the crazy ones.....

It was a sad day yesterday, a true legend of our time passed. Steve Jobs passed away yesterday Oct 5 2011. The social networks were run amuck with RIP Steve, quotes, gratitude and even some ill timed jokes. Apple.com's web page is of course a tribute to him even with a way to remember Mr. Jobs by sending in an email.

It was an event that I felt like we all knew was coming, yet it was still a shock to me. Steve did have a long time battle with Pancreatic Cancer.

I have long been one of the Apple faithful, or "cult-of-mac" as some people have put it.... I use Apple products at home, I use Apple products in my video and audio editing and my job revolves around Apple technology. So I am thankful to Steve for his "magical" products that have revolutionized the way us creatives tell stories.

This is one of my favorite quotes from Apple advertiseing -

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do. - Apple Inc.

While this quote may not be attributed to Steve Jobs I think it is. I hope that I fit into this quote somewhere, I want to be that different. I want to be that last part the most, and I feel as though I am on my way to re-shaping how the world sees me, and the way the world around me sees life. I believe that I am on my way to changing the world through my talents and skills.

Mr. Jobs, it was a pleasure to work for you in Apple retail for 2 years. I thank you for your ingenuity, vision and drive to change what technology looks like. Your drive to reshape the digital age will be missed.

What I learned from my first pot of Chili....

I made Chili for the first time on Saturday, I made it in the crock pot that my grandma gave me from her house. If you follow my tweets you know that I was also sick over the weekend. I had only been to the doctor's on Friday and so Saturday afternoon I was getting fairly stir crazy. Instead of going out, which would have been the wrong thing to do, I started dicing up onions, peppers, and garlic to make my first pot of Chili. I let the chili simmer in the crock pot the rest of the day Saturday then put it into the fridge overnight. It ended up staying there until today when I called in sick to just rest today.... The chili has been warming all day and it's starting to smell really nice.....

But what would I do next time is this... Make the chili with ground beef and not steak meat... use to types of beans instead of one... and figure out some way to thicken up the broth....

I also learned just like this chili takes time to set-up, cook, and be right. I also take time to heal, it takes time for me to physically heal from sickness. I've also learned that it takes time for me to re-energize from late nights of good conversation. If I'm not getting enough sleep then I'm unable to live life to it's fullest, I'm unable to fulfill my obligations to my church, to my job and to me. Because of me getting sick I've had to take time off work, had to step out of mixing a weekend, and not been able to spend as much time with a certain girl.....

The biggest thing I've figured out from all of this is.......... I'm weird....

Thoughts....

A lot of things have been changing lately... I have many thoughts going through my head... Many good, some scary and some that I need to shelf and give up to God. Relaxing on the couch by myself needs to happen more....

We are in a ever moving state of change, we look into ourselves for answers when we should be looking upwards. We set boundaries and now we must keep them. We ask God for help and he shows us the answers, the question becomes will we listen to his answers.

Just thoughts... my little piece of the internet my get busier in the coming months. Stick around... it's gonna be a fun ride.

"I'll catch ya on the flipside"

rEaDY fOr sOmeTHinG nEw

So, in this ever changing thing called life I have come to a few realizations. . . .

God can do whatever he wants with me, and I need to be as prepared as possible when he calls upon me.

Doing life in community with people is hard, situations change, people change, life throws you curveball's- and you need to be able to wait on them to crush that curveball.

I am not defined by my job, my body type, my income level, my education, or my sense of style. As much as the world tries to put me in a box I will try my hardest to claw, naw, and climb my way out of that box, and every box here-in-after. The one true thing I strive for in this life is the one TRUE FATHER!!

My eyes are set upon His life for me, I am but a humble servant striving to change the world through the gifts that he has given me.

So I'm a sentimental guy

As I watched The Open at St. Andrew's yesterday, yes I watch golf, the story lines during the broadcast were the wind suspending play, Tiger's day out on the golf course and the scores after the suspension. Tom Watson started coming up the finishing holes, Tom Watson is an older player that is still one of the best in the game.

As Tom finished up what was probably his last time playing St. Andrew's it was a very sentimental moment for the fans who were lucky enough to watch one of the greats finish up his last round at the birthplace of golf. I'll admit that I did have a tear in my eye and a smile on my face as Watson walked across the Swilcan bridge coming up 18. He stopped, kissed the bridge's railing, and then stood on the bridge for a picturesque moment for the fans and press. The best part of the whole experience for me was what happened next. Tom walks up to his second shot and hits a beautiful chip shot that just missed falling in the cup for a final shot, final round, Eagle. That alone would have been amazing. . . . . . .

I love the game of golf, love playing it, love watching golf on TV and the best part of it is the history and lore that surround the game of golf.

Switchfoot "The Sound" Official Music Video

A. I suck at blogging.
B. I love this song, this band, and this video.

Make sure you watch the whole thing. . . the line by John M. Perkins at the end. . . . is. . . well. . . pure awesomeness.

Enjoy!!!

I have no idea anymore. . . . .

It's been said that my updates on Twitter and Facebook are too depressing, it's not that I'm depressed it's just little thoughts that creep into my mind and I need to let them out. I would say they're not depressive but simple questions, simple questions about life, love and why? But then again that could just be me wanting to justify my actions. Who knows?

I will say that I'm in a better place today than I was yesterday, and tomorrow will be better than today. -Does that sound depressive?- I think not.

Moving on. . . . .

So, if you follow me on twitter or facebook and see something that could be considered depressive, comment on it, reply to it, retweet it and let questions fuel our/your world. But do hear me say this,"I AM OK!" I use social networking for a place to put my ideas out there, it's like an online journal to me. This is my journey. . . . . and I'm taking it one step at a time.

I invite you to do the same. . . .

Life and love and why
Child, adult, then die
All of your hoping
And all of your searching
For what?
Ask me for what am I living
Or what gives me strength
That I'm willing to die for

Take away from me
This monstrosity
'Cause my futile thinking's
Not gonna solve nothing tonight
Ask me for what am I living
Or what gives me strength
That I'm willing to die for

Could it be this
Could this be bliss
Could it be all that
I ever had missed
Could it be true
Can life be new
And can I be used
Can I be used

Give me a reason
For life and for death
A reason for drowning
While I hold my breath
Something to laugh at
A reason to cry
With everyone hopeless
And hoping for something
To hope for
Yeah, with something to hope for

Could it be true
Can life be new
Could it be all that I am
Is in You
Could it be this
Could it be bliss
Can it be You
Can it be You

-Switchfoot