Have we all forgotten our humanity? Oh. Of course not–because humans also LOVE drama.
There’s a guy at the renaissance festival that runs a puppet stand for a character named “Lord Felton”. He sometimes roams the festival and you can see him and his puppet together, but other times, he parks himself behind a black curtain in a little booth and he (Lord Felton) hawks, “Cooooooo-nversations!” Kids go up to the booth to talk to the puppet, but are often at a loss at what to say to him. Next to him is a little roulette wheel with various topics written in chalk on it. Spin the wheel and off they go! Conversations last anywhere from 30 seconds to a few minutes. He’s one of my favorite characters at the festival, and he’s really fun to watch. Continue reading “Conversations!”
A story about family, friends, indoctrination, mentorship, pursuit of truth, humanism & atheism.
I grew up in the Churches of Christ. Here’s the story on how I grew up in Christ and then lost my faith in God. Compelling or not, it is what it is. It’s a long story, as voyages often are.
Continue reading “My Voyage to Atheism”
“It’s not a matter of IF I go to Ireland, it’s a matter of WHEN.”
I found a pile of papers in the filing cabinet from 2006. It’s kind of a hodgepodge. This is a hard post to write because I’m scanning my youth writings. I have pages of notes from my college days where I was making an early attempt to be a deep thinker. In retrospect it’s almost painful for me to see how immature I was, but sometimes I managed to surprise myself (today)… so here I go. Continue reading “2006 – Age 21”
“Bless this house and all within.”
November of 2005 was when I joined Facebook, so the milestones are probably a little better documented from here on out. I am actually going through the process of deleting some of my older posts. I figure that 1) Facebook isn’t going to be around forever, and 2) the individual posts don’t really matter, and it might be better to just document the general “shape” of each year here. Continue reading “2005 – Age 20”
The year I went skiing in Colorado with my family.
In the spring of this year I tried downhill skiing for the first time. Our dad had a position fairly high up in ranks at his workplace, and enjoyed the benefit of a company-owned condo in Colorado. This condo would be shared among the executives a week at a time. Continue reading “1994 — Age 9”