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Hometowns & Homesteads

May 24, 2015

I live in a town of transplants. From the Midwest, from Asia, from subdivisions, we left what we knew and came here to the city by the Bay. Why did we leave the people we know and the places we know and trade them in for new sky and different air? What made us willing to trade known for unknown? What chases the emigrant? Or if not a chasing, more like a calling from beyond the horizon, a pull rather than a push? My heart feels better about pulling. I like to think my present self reached backward to the days before San Francisco and pulled, knowing the joy and the growth and the peace that would come from being a wanderer in a strange land, Abraham seeking a new Canaan. God must have pulled me here. For Him, past, present, and future are one, and He has a funny habit of leading His sons out into the wilderness. When God wants a people, He seems to start by pulling them into a new place, leaving behind familiar routine, customs, lands. By leaving behindĀ their people, they can learn to becomeĀ His people. I pause here, knowing that in my time away from my homeland, I have inched my closer to becoming God’s people.

Sometimes you wish you could do a better job next time

August 9, 2012

Incidentally, this is a sweet album.

Great Advice

November 16, 2011

I’ve had a lot of great advice over the years, but this is up there with the best, especially nowadays:

“You can’t date a 29-year-old like you’d date a 24-year-old.”

Pepe sent me this

August 8, 2011

I’m dead if he ever learns to unleash this on me.

Ain’t nothin secret about it

July 20, 2011

One of my favorite singers in college was Leslie Feist. She wrote a really helpful song about counting and she invented bangs (little-known fact). She’s got an awesome head-bang and plays a mean guitar. I like this little number she sang with some friends (I guess they’re friends?) in France this one time.

One of my co-workers is convinced that all of my stories end up being about dead animals, so here’s one that isn’t:

This guy on my street plays with his remote controlled car probably 15 hours every week, usually by himself. Our street isn’t a great RC street, but that doesn’t faze him. Totally a die-hard.

Les presento Francisco

July 17, 2011

(L-R: Me, Josh (intern and chupacabras), and Francisco)

San Francisco waaaaay before Francisco

July 13, 2011

Sadly, the great Kellen Gunderson no longer blogs, but he does still send me cool stuff from time to time. Recently he sent me this awesome film taken in San Francisco just days before the earthquake in 1906. Surprisingly, a lot of things are still the same. We still have a lot of questionable pedestrian decisions, great mustaches, and relatively low reliance on non-renewable resources. I wish I could find a way to embed directly here, but oh well. Watch it, or don’t.