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Beat the cheetah, overtaken by the sloth

Let me start out by addressing the obvious and logical response to what is about to follow. Yes, I realize that I have strange hobbies. But you knew that already too, why else would you be here? Besides, if I spent my free-time watching, discussing, and voting on nationally televised karaoke competitions, I wouldn’t be keeping a blog. And really, in comparison to that, this is not a strange hobby. So anyway, this is my new thing:

From the very first time that I walked into the warehouse where I now roast coffee, I have wanted to do something with the jute bags that the unroasted coffee comes in. Honestly, access to those bags was one of my motivations for taking the job. All I could think of was potential. My first project was to sew the upper for a pair of shoes. That failed, as did the next attempt. But I learned from my mistakes. Then, I got a kindle for my birthday. I immediately set to work constructing a sleeve where it could live. That failed too, but I was able to hack and salvage it into something somewhat usable. It’s up there in the picture, the thing on the right with the kindle sticking out. Since then, I’ve made three wallets, (two of which still survive), two more kindle cases, and that card holder up on the top right. I learned to sew along the way.

So far, I’ve been giving away or using everything that I’ve made. I have been encouraged, however, to try and sell them. I talked to the boss up at the coffee shop, and she seemed pretty excited about giving me a place to display my stuff. I also registered with Etsy, but that’s as far as things have gone. At this point, I think I need to build up a little bit of stock, maybe throw together a few more wallets. So if anybody out there has any ideas or designs, I’d love to hear about them. It would be cool to find some different things to make. I’m open to requests as well. I don’t really want to make money off of my friends. But I am very much into the barter system. Or maybe we could become enemies for a short time.

In other news, Little Dane interned as an information technology professional for a day. I’m not sure why, but that involved being taped to an information professional’s t-shirt for a little while.

Also, I would like to heartily recommend, (to anyone 18 or over, and without a sensitive conscious), The Yiddish Policeman’s Union. Every character, every setting, practically every sentence is a charactiture of a stereotype. Cops, bad guys, ex-wives, junkies, flop hotels, everything sticks out in garish relief. It would be painful to read if it wasn’t so beautifully executed. I don’t know how the author gets away with writing that way, but it’s really amazing. It literally made me laugh out loud when he described what it’s like to spend a night in a bed shared with children.

All of this is sort of an excuse for why I haven’t been writing. I’ve been getting into other kinds of trouble. I’ll start picking up my pen again soon.


Mind Games #11

Here’s the scenario:

If you had been in possession of a flashbang grenade, (it makes an extremely bright flash and an incredibly loud bang, SWAT types use them to incapacitate bad guys), how would you have used it in the last 24 hours?


Little Dane has been found!I don’t carry a camera around with me anymore, but we’ll definitely figure out a way to get more pictures up on a regular basis.

on the ridge

I haven’t had much in the way of time, energy, or creativity lately. But I had a tea wrapper that needed to be filled, and a few faceless voices having an imagined conversation in my head. You’d think that with that kind of setup, the result might be more interesting. Sorry, all you get is a new tea wrapper.

Another foot forward

I laid in bed last night thinking about endurance. I had just barely made it to the end of the day, and I was wondering if I was going to be able to do it again today. I don’t want to make this a complaining post, but let’s just say that this is a frequent line of thought for me at night. With two jobs and two kids, life is busy. So there I was, trying to get some sleep, and all the things that wear me down began to pile up. All the factors against me were lining up. It wasn’t looking good.

But before I was overwhelmed, I remembered that it is God who sustains me. My ability to endure is determined by the power that supports me, not by the list of things that try to drag me down. It’s like the fire in the House of the Interpreter. Satan is there doing all that he can to dash the flames. But it burned ever hotter and brighter because of the fuel that Jesus continually poured into it.

Why do you say, O Jacob,
and speak, O Israel,
“My way is hidden from the LORD,
and my right is disregarded by my God”?
Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.

Isaiah 40:27-31