By Humble Means

About Denver

2005-10-23T20:39:00.000-07:00

So i'll keep this short and to the point

Top 6 Reasons Amy and Collin Need a Blog:

1. Who?

2. Can you say "Mark Reed's Quote of the day?"

3. I could stop making up rumors about them? (i.e. Adopted African Children and Evidently
Collin is a cliff diver now)

4. Everyone would be able to keep up with how tall Annie is and who Allison is dating.

5. Dee Dee's Recepies would be downloadable as an itunes bundle.

6. Denver is fricken far away.

Over my Head

2005-10-04T22:52:00.000-07:00

Welcome to over commitment. That's the story of last month. Not so this month. New job, new schedule... some new priorities. Looking foward to it all. Can't wait to see some of you at Phil's wedding. I've been thinking lately about how easy it is to get absorbed in what is going on imediately around you. Next thing you know your 30 and your friends are less close. Some of you might be getting a call.

The Unthinkable

2005-09-01T21:06:00.000-07:00

It's true. I too thought it an impossibility. Many friends may very well rub it in my face. At this point i don't care.

I prefer Ohio to Atlanta.

Somewhere in the middle of the miles of corn, snow drifts, sideways rain, and all nighters i've made a friend. His name is the Midwest. I'm not as foolish to call it the best place on earth. Nor would i encourage others to move and take up residence. It merely has remained a constant in the midst of everything. At this point that is quite significant.

Slower days, smaller towns. It's true that it does have a bit to do with where my friends live. I'm not saying it will last. Just that it has toppled the mighty Atlanta.

I know the names of those who will soon mock my statements. They are the same who will cry i told you so. Ehh I've been wrong before. Way wrong.

Georgia On My Mind

2005-08-17T04:57:00.000-07:00

This summer has been significant in more ways than i could have imagined. For those of you that don't know, i can imagine a lot. But everything has its season, and this ohio one is almost over. Like most things you don't realize how much you've gained till you look at leaving it for a time. I'm thankful for the friends and the relationships that will out last this summer. I'm thankful for the lessons God continues to teach me. Sadness that i will once again be more than 250 miles from my closest friends - not counting skids : )

Table Scrap Intimacy

2005-08-04T18:52:00.000-07:00

Dinner is a good time. It brings people together. Ofcourse this is no secret to the many peoples of the earth. Business men know this, women know this, large Italian families know this... simply put food is a bonding time. Consiquently i think poisoning is one of the worst ways to rid yourself of another person. Worst in the diabolical, evil, disturbing sense of the word. I mean there you are hanging out and someone says, "Hey you hungry? I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat." Your talking, perhaps even laughing, and then what? Kaput. Your dead. It's like intimate murder. People poison there friends, they shoot their enemies. This post is not about poisoning. It is about the oposite, nurishment.
Last night i did the dishes and we have no dishwasher. I must admit it was fun, but i couldn't help notice something was missing. This was not the first time i had felt this missing feeling. I once climbed up a rock in North Georgia and saw the sunrise, but no one was there to share it with. This was the same felling, only this time no rock, just a mountain of dirty dishes. Now i know anyone in the world would want someone with whom to share the dirty dishes, but the person missing was the dish dryer. I was washing, but there was no one to dry. It's times like these that little kids make up imaginary friends. I made up an imaginary spouse, and while she didn't dry many dishes, i did look foward to the time when someone would be there. I finished the dishes that night wondering if i was ever going to own a dishwasher. I want that time after the meal to talk and wash and dry dishes with a friend or spouse. It could be a very guarded time. Confession: In truth this is not as deep of a post as you might have been thinking. Perhaps you might have thought it would be some dissertation on relationships, some new idea on love. But it's not. Oh sure, it could be that true intimacy in marriage is a mysterious and hard thing to grasp; but then again, maybe it just comes down to a pile of dirty dishes, two people, and some time to spare.

The Circus of Vain Attempts

2005-08-01T12:24:00.000-07:00

It is now one month till the end of my summer. I don't suppose it's mine really cause everyone shares it. I'm looking foward to being back in school. Hard to belive that. Even harder to listen to myself say it. Last post i mentioned that this will be a more serious blog then the other... the more i think about this the harder i think it will be to achieve. For those of you who know me, you know what a challenge it is. It's not that i'm irreverent or unable to have a serious thought in mine head, its just that While i would ideally imagine my postings here as a memoir of some ancient literary figure, tirelessly waging battle on parchment, quill in hand and tempered ambition (Never said i was rational or sane for that matter), what ultimately insues resembles more of a circus, complete with clown car and dancing bear. Never the less i will try my best, still some may want to purchass your popcorn, peanuts, crackerjacks, and candy apples now. Find your seats ladies and gentlemen boys and girls, children of all ages.... for my efforts might very well be, in vain.

Testing One, Two, Ten

2005-07-29T09:46:00.000-07:00

Great.. so now the man who had no blog has two. And then there were two. Don't know how it will work. I've entertained keeping the both. One for a more grown up Dave Black where one talks about the facts and staight details of life... the other could be the inner child... or outer child depending on who you ask. One thing is ceratain... blog spot is a more serious deal. Poetry is also a serious deal. So here you go:

All the worlds a different hue,
Wonder rare and often few,
The wound of beauty.