Calling & Clarity

  • It’s official. My nephew makes me extra photogenic. Probably cause he’s so cute. Continue reading

  • Words, but no subject.

    I don’t use this blog for any other reason that to get out what I need to get out, it serves no cohesive purpose. I use it to work out issues and express my opinion on things that would get… Continue reading

  • It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible… Continue reading

  • Actually something I said today:

    Give the kid a break. So what if he wants Mac and Cheese at his wedding? He’s been in Afghanistan for the past year fighting a war that started when he was 10. Continue reading

  • The New Yorker: Wikileaks and the War

    Amy Davidson on Wikileaks and the War: “…a leak informing us that our tax dollars may be being used as seed money for a protection racket associated with a narcotics-trafficking enterprise is a good leak to have. And the checkpoint… Continue reading

  • Did I really do that?

    There are things that I reflect on in my life that I really have to question the validity of such events. Things that are so out of my character that I am almost convinced I dreamt it up in a… Continue reading

  • My brother, @BrianKello, is now a dad….and has been for approximately 9 days. Continue reading

  • Giving up being right about God, about life, about ourselves, is a process of emptying. When emptied of our need to be in charge of all the answers, we open ourselves to the stories of people we have always thought… Continue reading

  • Sincere, unprovoked, but still shameless plug.

    My friend @Transmillennial, or Kevin Beck, is a fantastic, insightful writer, even if he does talk about sports a lot. 🙂 Last week be began a series of posts on atheism. Here’s a quote from a recent post that I absolutely love. The… Continue reading

  • Fleeting, but exciting ideas.

    Someone once described my mind as if it where a large room with intertwining strings with pictures attached to the important plot lines for memory’s sake. If I was going to draw a picture of what’s going on up there, it probably… Continue reading