tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10094203303380441572012-02-15T23:09:50.555-08:00…adding to the conversationChristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-14080329574815125382011-03-15T22:13:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:48:15.517-07:00

Just turned 29. Feels good.I find that when I look at this picture I get this sensation of falling. It's the draw of the descent, setting the edge and making my way down the steep; a fall I want to make.I'm setting my edge this year. I'm riding the lift back up.Here's to 29.

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-24867251924429588712010-11-03T23:45:00.001-07:002010-11-04T00:12:14.911-07:00

Life in a world so prevalent with wrong, and wounds and unrest forces us to really decide who we believe God to be. I think on this side of eternity, it might be the passage of this sort of time that we decide if it should teach us to trust in God's goodness. The reward of this decision will reflect a range of motion, an understanding of our free will and its contraints commensurate to our

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-6321996717358700242010-08-24T12:49:00.000-07:002010-08-25T11:50:05.980-07:00

We need truth to live. Many, if not all in some way or another, hide underneath the ice of incorrect belief. There must remain at least an air-hole of truth by which they retain contact with the open world. Once this hole closes up, it's only a matter of time before they lose touch with reality and decompose in some insanity.My Christian faith is not something that closes me off from new

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-29431631869541511862010-02-02T10:34:00.000-08:002010-08-25T11:56:13.746-07:00

Does the bee blame the boy for the stingBoy is but boyBee is but beeWings need not be pulledStings need not be stungAnd the true souled boy would notTormentor beBut for knowledge of the sting

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-68290097012370554852009-12-21T13:02:00.000-08:002010-02-02T10:49:47.694-08:00

Nukes, I don't get why we still have 'em. Hasn't anyone seen Wargames? I mean really, does anyone think they can accomplish any good at all whatsoever.Is it possible that N. Korea or Iran would be so stupid as to launch one at someone and not expect major retaliation from the rest of the world. They realize that all economies are tied to such an action.I say we must hold ourselves to the same

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-86576816937885304232009-12-16T12:17:00.000-08:002009-12-16T12:27:42.067-08:00

For someone who ran on the platform of hope, I, as someone who believed you, am failing to see how 2000 pages of health care tripe smacking of a revitalized Marxism and an indispensable bailout so mired in indecipherable destinations that it has no anticipated release date, can possibly equate to hope. But you, with your high education and the help of your highly educated staff must know some

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-44657473062167443452009-11-18T11:12:00.000-08:002009-11-18T11:22:05.668-08:00

So, since I'm looking for work right now, I get to analyze what I want to do and what I've done. In this process I came across a funny thought.I'm convinced contractors are the highest paid of babysitters.Here is how the metaphor plays out-- The kids play with their lincoln logs to build things.- They cry when the other kid steals their lincoln logs. You have to regulate.- You have to show them

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-35759902042264641782009-10-19T17:22:00.000-07:002009-10-19T17:23:21.343-07:00

Today I looked for work. I didn't get a job yet. Pray for me. Thanks.

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-57899532587866142412009-09-22T11:34:00.000-07:002009-09-22T13:37:53.913-07:00

Do I owe anyone an apology? I must. At least myself. I told myself a post a week- a post a week.Well I've got plenty of excuses, that's for sure.C'mon Chris get it together.Sorry.I forgive you.So for my first post since I've been back, a little story of international escape artistry. My last day in Bali was pretty rad. I went surfing at a place called Airport Lefts. It's a break you have

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-89928072078520083562009-09-07T21:10:00.000-07:002009-09-07T21:40:00.259-07:00

Sooo, seems like sometimes things are made just to fall apart. The wheels of capitalism are oft greased by the fact that some people just don't wanna make quality goods. Take for instance this here surfboard. Over the course of this summer, this thing has received about 15 nasty injuries that another board would easily have avoided. Bad glass job. Hey, just keep sending it to the ding guy,

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-80647104333218380322009-08-30T19:53:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:51:10.499-07:00

So, I've been working on this masterpiece post. I was thinking it would be done in like a matter of a half hour cuz all the thoughts are just so dang clear in my head. When it comes out however, it's like reading a junior higher's paper analyzing the depth of characters in East of Eden. Yeah, exactly like that.... maybe some loosely recognizable ideas, but just not quite there. No offense if

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-57776085930643393172009-08-22T00:53:00.000-07:002009-08-22T04:33:53.641-07:00

So, it's no lie that I am a bit homesick. Homesick in paradise. Missing dear friends and family I probably realized not near as dear as I do now. Missing the familiar places of home. And the fantastic truth is that this is a nice feeling. I love where I'm at, and I can't wait to be home either.Still not sure for how long I'll end up in San Francisco after I get back, I feel nostalgic for

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-54225031907314038162009-08-15T07:29:00.000-07:002009-08-18T02:37:09.453-07:00

The other day I was walking on the strand about 100m behind another.I looked down and noticed he left only the faintest footprints, while mine sank deep in the sand.I wondered which type of man I would rather follow.I used to think movies were not very worthwhile. I now realize that story is one of the most compelling forces on the human soul.

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Alright, so since majority rules and Kevin is the only one who voted, and my vote counts for 3, I'm gonna post whatever I feel like. Today I feel like talking about smurfing.The waves here are dare i say incredible. Sometimes. Sometimes they're totally lame. And sometimes like anywhere else there are beastly locals who think they own the water. I just try to shoot mind darts at them so they

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-5033499383150766292009-08-10T23:07:00.000-07:002009-08-10T23:16:00.009-07:00

Because no one ever said I wanna be a Stormtrooper when I grow up.

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Ok faithful readers all, it's been far too long for a post from me. Honestly I think I have been debating whether I post pictures and stories of what I am experiencing and risk making you jealous, or post nonsense and make some laugh, or just let silence speak. All seem like good decisions. Since every man must decide sometime, I will leave it up to you for a vote. What would you - you right

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-74410541087573263052009-07-22T22:55:00.000-07:002009-07-22T22:57:27.806-07:00

The earth has no deeply satisfying thing but the continual pursuit of the Truth of God.

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I really, honestly cannot do justice to describe the experience of driving in Bali. My best parallel is that it is like American business, like big business, like the floor of the markets, like the competition of capitalism. It's packed. Tons of people trying for the same goal/destination. You see an opening, you exploit it for all it's worth. You gotta get what you can out of that gap cuz

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149632259749430499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009420330338044157.post-71434245792384921722009-07-01T03:53:00.000-07:002009-07-01T05:42:18.067-07:00

And for my first post in Bali, a diatribe on Germany. Or Germans. Or really the German language. So you know, I'm pretty much alone. That is to say, at the camp I'm staying there are only German and Balinese speaking people. I constantly walk into situations where people are speaking a language of which I have no understanding. But I'm the shit cuz I'm from California. But then again this

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