If This is You

If you think eating barbeque and listening to songs about summer in the car while the gas station carwash works its magic sounds like a fun night, then you just might be the girl for meAaron Chinn

Update: I also recognize there might be a country song in there. If you would like to write it, contact me and we’ll talk.


Before the movie was the book. Some of us read it years ago, or perhaps it was decades ago. I remind you of that to say that some thoughts about my new age have been stewing for a reaaaally long time despite the recent release of some certain film, so here we go with a wonderful summary of some of my feelings from The Great Gatsby.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, the thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

And now, a song.

Ah, there is hope. Maybe there will be more on this subject later. I had a lot to say a while back, but the day has snuck up on me, hiding itself behind the busyness of work.

Blessings. Shalom.

It Frightened Me to Think of It

Today: A brief assessment of my feelings towards working for extended periods abroad…

Though I haven’t been worked to death in a long time now — the hours over here haven’t been crippling, just enough to limit my exercise, reading, and time for gathering thoughts here — being away from home and friends reminded me of something Donald Miller said 8 years ago looking back on his 20s.

“It frightened me to think of it — that I passed up an early marriage and children to write these silly books.”

As Pepe Le Pew would say, “Le sigh.” Blue Like Jazz changed a lot of lives, but DM still had doubts about whether that’s how he should’ve used his time. I’m praying that those don’t become my sentiments as I look back on the past year (and conceivably the next two) where I’ve given so much to my career. My current feelings are that I’m laying a solid financial foundation for my future family, but regrets are sneaky little boogers and severe effort must go into living in order to avoid them. Thankfully God knows what He’s doing with me and as long as He’s first I don’t have to worry.

Blessings and Shalom,

Cool Runnings

It was cold running last night. I must need to go faster.

Fall hit fast and fierce in south Russia and I will have to do some quick acclimating because I do not like running with temps in the 30s. Yesterday I finished at 2 miles after turning around for a tight glute. It’s a bummer because 2 miles is just beyond the point where blood starts going to my hands again and I warm up. Oh well.

Thankfully my hotel here comes with a pass to a local gym, so I should be able to hit the exercise bike some time next week.

An American from Texas

I just read in a book a description which I hope to live up to (though not framed in the retelling of the refusal of a marriage proposal as in the book!). Anyways, to the text!

He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so fresh and young that is seems impossible that he has been to so many places and had such adventures… He began pouring out a perfect torrent of lovemaking, laying his very heart and soul at my feet.

There’s more to it, but sharing it in full would require picking it out from among the details of rejection, which I’d rather skip.

Beyond living an adventureful life and being regarded at ‘young and fresh’ (if only by one), it will be the joy of my life to finally meet someone into whom I can empty whole of my heart and I’ll pray that I can do it without tripping over my head or my tongue. [I almost started that sentence with "Someday," but caught myself because, of course "Someday. That's a dangerous word. It's really just a code for 'never'."]