If you could define your faith by defining your polar opposite what would it be?

My polar opposite is the person that does and says things on a blind leap of faith. On average I like to wait and test the water, see what’s going on first. I’ll admit, sometime even I have to close my eyes and jump.

just remember that even though the north pole is on the top and the south pole is on the bottom, their both covered in Ice…

Although I find Church strange in the fact that the same Bible verses are referenced a million time in the span of only half my life time, it would appear there are more than a million different ways to look at something. Believe me I know what the right frame of mind can do for any sermon, and I know what the wrong frame of mind can do as well.

So as I sat there I pulled out my pins and began to draw a few doodles while listening, and as I listened I thought about a few things.

Here they are… I scribbled these down in Church as they came into my head…

Stories for us that we’ve never done or seen, but examples for us to think about. To pretend that we would give up our first born to trust God. Metaphors for life and examples, yet every time the same concepts with a new wrapper… Not always… It’s like a bag of different kinds of candy.

Will I really move mountains?
Will I really have the voice of even the Apostles?
To do what we can to break the Mold…What will we do?
I don’t like the Mold I feel like we stand in.
Is there something different coming?…different in the sense of social structure, something bad.
Is this Mold being built to make us weak?

Make no mistake, I don’t say these things because I’m new believer. I don’t say these things because I’m loosing my faith. I don’t say these things because I want an answer from you. these are rhetorical ‘?’s… But questions all the same, and when I find my answers I think things will be different.

I’ve always thought that being proud to be an American was something that the WWII generation may have felt, or maybe the Reagan administration promoted.

Every time I think about the flag for more than 30sec I think about this piece of art by Jasper Johns. I think about objectivity and thousands of people standing in perfect lines with their hands over their hearts with some lame song playing in the background.

I suppose that I’m proud America is an enabling country. People come here because they are able to live.

On the other side of the coin, I’m not sure what our country does that pisses off the rest of the world. Things I might not be so proud of. (consumerism, fast food, ignorance, and the A-Bomb…)

Dictionary.com says of –> Proud

1.	feeling pleasure or satisfaction over something regarded as highly honorable or creditable to oneself (often fol. by of, an infinitive, or a clause).

2.	having, proceeding from, or showing a high opinion of one’s own dignity, importance, or superiority.

3.	having or showing self-respect or self-esteem.

4.	highly gratifying to the feelings or self-esteem: It was a proud day for him when his son entered college.

5.	highly honorable or creditable: a proud achievement.

6.	stately, majestic, or magnificent: proud cities.

7.	of lofty dignity or distinction: a proud name; proud nobles.

8.	Chiefly South Midland and Southern U.S. pleased; happy: I’m proud to meet you.

9.	full of vigor and spirit: a proud young stallion.

10.	Obsolete. brave.

]]> http://visualcoma.com/2008/07/04/glad-to-be-an-american-but-im-not-sure-im-proud/feed/ 2 http://visualcoma.com/2008/07/04/do-fireworks-go-boom-in-the-rain/ http://visualcoma.com/2008/07/04/do-fireworks-go-boom-in-the-rain/#comments Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:01:44 +0000 randy http://www.visualcoma.com/?p=882 It’s the 4th of July and it’s kinda raining out side. I’m beginning to wonder, do fire works still go boom in the rain?

A couple of things that I was thinking about last night were Money, America, Capitalism and what if I became Rich… Basically the independence of America has lead to Capitalism and the pursuit of happiness. In the end it seem Money helps.

On the drive back from Nashville Brody and I went through the rich parts of town and looked at some huge houses. I began to wonder what I would do if I became Rich.

Here is my thought…

If I became Rich due to my own work ethic and from the sweat of my brow what would I become? Basically, would I have a huge house with lots of stuff, a nice car, furniture, pictures on the walls and shoes that said, “I paid for these bitches with my die hard American spirit”.

I’m a simple person, I’ve never really had much to speak of and I don’t have any claim to fame. People always told me when I was a kid that some day I’ll get older and I’ll stop wearing clothes that have stains. So far I’ve managed to beat the odds, than again I’m not married or even dating at this point.

I’d like to think if I did become rich you wouldn’t know it. I’ll admit there are a lot of things I’ve always wanted that cost a lot of money, but every time I go to a house where people have obviously spent a shit load of money I feel a little weird. Like I should take my shoes off when I go in side, or how many toys does one person need. Or, are your employee’s doing this well?

Back to the 4th of July… Have fun, be safe and I hope it doesn’t rain on you or me…

Summer is actually here,,, the 4th is this weekend, and I’ve been in TN for 3 weeks or so. It’s crazy how time goes by, but I guess it more of the fact that things happen as time goes by. Some days I just wake up and look back on all the things that have happened in the most recent spot of my life and wonder about it.

It’s been one of those mornings. I just realized that its July 2nd and I was thinking about July months ago, and I was wondering what I would be doing and where I would be.

The Last Three Months…

• I did something I’v never done —>>> Rode a Scooter on a Main Road.
• I Traveled the Farthest East I’ve ever been since I was 4yrs old.
• Learned more about PHP than I’ve ever known.
• Met 7 or so Bloggers in person… One of the coolest things, if you get a chance to meet someone you read or reads about you try not to chicken out.
• I’ve gone to Church more time in the last three weeks than I did in the last 3yrs…
• I’ve realized that Suburbia is very weird…

Anyone, with any major accomplishments,,,??? for some reason the people with new borns kept coming into my head. I’ve been thinking, “I bet those people look back on their last three months in amazment, now it’s just baby poop…” Good luck to the new parents out there.

Here are the two I can think of.
1) Visual Trademark 2) Daniel Renstrom

• Musically inclined, but not Musically interested.
• Self reliant
• Anal about specifics.
• Distracted
• Day Dreaming
• I tend to pace
• Workaholic
• Creative
• Irritable
• Judgmental
• A little shy
• A little odd
• Cant Spell
• Slow Reader
• Bad Vision
• Slightly Dyslectic
• Prone to a temper
• Creature of Habit
• the list could go on…..

Yes I realize I spelled Kristin wrong…

I’ll keep this short and sweet cause it’s weird writing nice things about your best friends wife.

From what I’ve seen over the last week I am blown away at how much of a great mom and a wife Kristin is. Not to say I was expecting less, I’ve just been away for so long. I was Brody’s best man and I’ve known both of them for a long time, and now all of a sudden there’s a family. Thing is last time I really hung out with both of them there was only one kid, and now there’s 3.

Kristin you’re doing an awesome job. Don’t let this post weird you out…

What’s that you say? Yeah that’s right, sometime I enjoy work to much. Sometimes I look forward to Monday when it’s Saturday, because Monday means I don’t have to make excuses to work on my projects.

Don’t get me wrong it’s not always cheese cake and fairies around here, there are time where I would love to drop kick my computer. (that would seriously hurt my foot though) But not today.

Is your Work fun?
Or does it suck?

be honest lets hear it…

Here is a little something I wrote about why southern accents crack me up…

After Church I grabbed my back pack and took a ride on the Scooter…

This things so much fun, but at the same time it’s a little intimidating. Not because of the raw power, but because of the people behind you looking at you as if to say, “I could squash you like a bug”.

I’m sure there not saying that…