The Prodigal Blog

1. Good morning world, hello today Sun overhead, grass waves below Walking to my car, hear the beep beep alarm Expressionless, Thoughtless 2. Soft breeze, harsh heat Pop the door open, keys in the ignition Turn the key, feel the rattle rattle vibration Unfocused, Drifting Can you hear it? Do you know what counts? 3. Light filters through the glass, cold air blasts Sunglasses on, vehicles move oh so quickly Radio squeals noise, words drone drone over the speakers Robotic, Insulated 4. Parking lot full, kind ladies with nice words White buildings, many people seated in a room Voices come together, they Rise and fall Rise and fall United?, Discordant Can I hear it? Do I know what counts? 3. Voices fall, words spoken from a stage A Book opened, words older than Time Universe fades, one Whisper speaks soft soft words Indefinable, Ineffable 2. Activity buzzing, crowds mixing Mouth agape, eyes welling up Sitting, silent so silent Speechless, Rising 1. Do you know what counts? Continue...

It should be no surprise to most folks that I've always been an avid ( massive ) fan of Caedmon's Call . Anyone surprised? No? Good. I picked up my guitar tonight and started strummin' around (is that proper turn of phrase for informal guitar playing?) and I found myself settled into tinkering with old CC songs that I knew. I can't say I've had a lot of introspection today but as I tinkered and played their music it led me to look up the lyrics for the music that I had forgotten. Oh Lord your Love Oh Lord I give You all I have But it seems so little When You have given me so much I come to You with empty hands And a heart that's fragile You come to me with a wealth of love (CHORUS) Oh Lord Your love Is new with every morning Your faithfulness It gets me through the night You bid me come You know that I am weary Your yoke is easy Your burden is light And now I sing You songs of praise But Your greatness is beyond me I know I cannot comprehend How You ancient of d

I'll try and upload a photo once in a while to break up the text, and also, for the people who don't come here to read (which is strange to me). I took this photo in the Huntington Estate Gardens. I'm definitely not a great photographer, but I do like to try and capture cool things in cool lighting. Hope you agree. Also. I have a far higher res of the image here:  http://picasaweb.google.com/jr.houn/TheHuntingtonEstate08#5287260254074143058

Yes. I have not held up my end of the bargain in terms of the frequency of posting. My digital “Mein Kampf” is, of course, the title tagline. Note the ‘…months later…’ remark. I know. I do not intend on letting slip months of time before my words appear here, but just so you know. For a person like me it seems my ideal is always higher then my own physical reach. Having a vision always seemingly longer then my actual reach continues to be one of those things that shadows all of the ‘good’ things ‘I’ have done. But that leads us astray from the topic at hand. The piece of writing after the jump, is part one in an envisioned three part series. Several factors stirred my initial brooding (or brainstorming as some might call it). Occasionally I ponder about the fates of those who I have lost touch with – sometimes I hear that they are alive, well, engaged in the local church, and still loving God with their heart/soul/mind. Other times, I hear that they are down, out, and as far from chu

OK. So about that Saturday blog promise thing...yeah. I know. I'm sorry. It was quite a long day! I'll make it up to you by posting some photos about my weekend. It always amuses me how shocked people are when they find out that I have a brother. Well here is some definite proof that the rumors are indeed true - doubt no longer Thomas and see that my brother does indeed exist! In case you were caught unawares, and who could blame you, my brother is 16 years old (omg), likes to gnaw on his bandana, and was born with autism. The event that we were at over the weekend was a 5k Run/Walk put on by Ability First . We spent most of the time walking, which was fine enough because the race went through the ever scenic Los Angeles Arboretum. Being myself a fine conossieur of Aboretums and their ilk ( big fat lie ) I knew exactly what to expect. Well. I expected trees. I mean... Abor -etum. Isn't that somehow related to trees? Ok. I expected trees. And tangentally, I expected plants,

I came, I blogged, and then I realized that there is a fortune to be made in carving out my niche on the internet. Yes. I'm sorry to announce it..but after seeing the advertising earnings and profitability options, I've decided to sell out. Be careful...the image after the jump may startle those of weaker financial constitutions... Continue... Yep. Clearly I'm making the big bucks here. I'll be shutting down the writing portion of my blog to focus soley on selling you, the good reader, everything I possibly can. Will be renaming the site promptly to - The Consumerist Blog. **Edit** This is about as many advertisements as I can have...I can't BELIEVE the types of ads they are automatically serving me.