No cow babies yet. These ladies seem to take their time with the whole pregnancy thing.
Valentine's Day at Pizza Hut was super busy. It was kinda nice, actually. I unfortunately sliced my thumb up doing dishes. I have an amazing ability to cut myself at food service jobs.
I got a scarf in the mail from Abby. That was very nice.
Waiting on a book and a set of screwdrivers to come in the mail so I can take apart my microphones. :)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Pizza and cattle
This job at Pizza Hut is relatively easy. It has reminded me of why I hate working at fast food: having an overwhelming focus on something completely mundane but with all the pressure of something that really matters. If I'm going to have tunnel vision, make it worth my time! :) But anyway, not a bad job. I've had enough real world experience now to recognize that mass food service like this is cake. It's just no big deal. It drives me crazy, but it's no big deal.
I love free food. I scavenge anything that is getting thrown away at the ole Pizza Hut, usually orders somebody screwed up or someone never came and collected (which happens, oddly enough).
Today, I went and checked on our cattle because my father is out of town. I had an interesting experience. I noticed that one of the cows is close to birthing. That's kind of nerve-racking because although cows are quite capable of birthing on their own, there's always a chance of something going wrong in delivery. Always. This is just part of the mammalian life. Giving birth is risky.
There's a young bull calf who has taken a curiosity in me, and I noticed today that the cattle seemed much more casual about my presence than usual today, so I thought today might be a good day to make friends. So I tried. I stood really still and kind of gently talked to the calf and he got kind of interested in me but you could tell he was just really scared. So, I sat down on the ground, figuring that would make me seem less of a threat. It worked. I just sat there, really still, and he started to come closer to me, and finally he got up to me and started sniffing my hands and my face, but he was just petrified. I think at one point, I accidentally twitched one finger and he shot away from me like a rocket. He came back, though. He just kept sniffing. I did my best to not look at him, because I figured that would freak him out. Eventually, he just kind of got unnerved, and left. In retrospect, I think I should have sniffed back. I think that's the thing to do. That seems to be one of the ways animals carry on. They sniff each other. I suppose it's like shaking hands. So, my not sniffing back put him in an awkward position and he didn't know how to take me. I also might bring an apple next time and try to bribe him. lol :)
It was weird being nose to face with even a yearling calf. They're substantially large, more so than you realize until they're in ur grill sniffing ur face! :) But it made me happy. I'd like to befriend the cattle. The older generation will be a much harder sell, but maybe if the younger set takes to me the older set will at least put up with me more. lol
I love free food. I scavenge anything that is getting thrown away at the ole Pizza Hut, usually orders somebody screwed up or someone never came and collected (which happens, oddly enough).
Today, I went and checked on our cattle because my father is out of town. I had an interesting experience. I noticed that one of the cows is close to birthing. That's kind of nerve-racking because although cows are quite capable of birthing on their own, there's always a chance of something going wrong in delivery. Always. This is just part of the mammalian life. Giving birth is risky.
There's a young bull calf who has taken a curiosity in me, and I noticed today that the cattle seemed much more casual about my presence than usual today, so I thought today might be a good day to make friends. So I tried. I stood really still and kind of gently talked to the calf and he got kind of interested in me but you could tell he was just really scared. So, I sat down on the ground, figuring that would make me seem less of a threat. It worked. I just sat there, really still, and he started to come closer to me, and finally he got up to me and started sniffing my hands and my face, but he was just petrified. I think at one point, I accidentally twitched one finger and he shot away from me like a rocket. He came back, though. He just kept sniffing. I did my best to not look at him, because I figured that would freak him out. Eventually, he just kind of got unnerved, and left. In retrospect, I think I should have sniffed back. I think that's the thing to do. That seems to be one of the ways animals carry on. They sniff each other. I suppose it's like shaking hands. So, my not sniffing back put him in an awkward position and he didn't know how to take me. I also might bring an apple next time and try to bribe him. lol :)
It was weird being nose to face with even a yearling calf. They're substantially large, more so than you realize until they're in ur grill sniffing ur face! :) But it made me happy. I'd like to befriend the cattle. The older generation will be a much harder sell, but maybe if the younger set takes to me the older set will at least put up with me more. lol
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Wedding Gig!
John Case asked me to play music at his wedding. I'm very excited! I'm really excited to see him and Rachel get married, and honored and stoked to be playing in the wedding. I played for another set of friends who got married and it was pretty great. I've already come up with some song ideas, so I'm pretty stoked. :) :) :) :)
Sunday, February 1, 2009
It's not Philosopy, stupid...
I have thus far blogged mostly about philosophical things or mundanity on my internet rental space here. I don't know that anybody reads these posts, but who cares. Man has been leaving his mark around him regardless of watching eyes because we're supposed to.
I read this dude's blog about Obama's election and U2 and Eugene Peterson and it got me thinking about my own personal life at this junction.
I came down to Oklahoma to heal from my own mental, emotional, spiritual, and financial baggage and to hopefully work on my relationship with my parents. I can't really say I've done significant, continuous work in any of those areas. In many ways, each of those areas is worse than they were before I came down to Oklahoma. At this moment in time, I feel that I'm going to look back regretfully on my life and choices down here. I've never had the opportunity to say that about any other time in my life. I've always had reason to carry any of my history in two hands, weighing out one side with the other, finding an even balance. The regrets I've had in my life have been more about things I had no control over. That is simply not possible with this epoch in my history. Without ever intending to, I've let each of these areas slip away in my life. I've made obviously bad choices, doing things I knew weren't really good for me, or even right, not to mention rife with all kinds of nasty potential consequences. I think I'm still in denial, actually. There's still a sense inside of me like I'm watching a car-crash in a movie and none of this can possibly be real and I'll wake up soon and it will all be okay.
Here in NW Oklahoma, I've been as isolated as I've ever been. I've made no friends down here. Everything I do is removed from what I'm used to reality being. Reality reveals itself very slowly down here. It's you and the grass and the animals and the dirt, by and large. And they don't tell you the consequences of your mistakes very quickly. It takes time. Everything grows out here. The wind has to blow through it for awhile. In the city, everything happens fast. You get virtually instant feedback. People tell you what you're doing wrong, or right. The shops and businesses and culture are all talking to you very loudly and quickly. If you don't have money, you can't get that new thing you've been seeing and hearing everyone else go on about. If you're hateful towards people, they'll return the favor without hesitation. There's all kinds of people and cultures with expectations they're holding over your head. Here, the cattle and the horses and the pickup trucks and wheat and birds don't have any expectations for you. They don't tell you're doing the right thing or the wrong thing. If you're a nasty human being, they suffer quietly. If you're a wonderful human being, they applaud you slowly or not at all.
There are aspects of that I enjoy. I don't feel any pressure to be something I'm not. Conversely, I don't feel much pressure to be all that I could be, either. No one cares whether my views line up with theirs. Conversely, counsel is dispensed just as sparingly. I don't have to worry about what anybody thinks of me. Conversely, they don't.
What was in these posts by this dude said to me, "Where have you been? I was looking for you, but I couldn't find you." It is difficult to face that mirror. It is embarassing. It is loaded with regret, baggage, and pain. There is hope in it. But the decision has to be made that the hope is worth the pain. And I hate pain. A lot. It's ultimately a decision between selfishness and selfless ness. Again, I hate decisions like that. I don't want to drive the car right now; I want Greyhound to do the driving for me. I will gladly brainstorm for you all day, just don't ask me to move. But when the Lord get ready, you gotta move.
"Beautiful Lord.... Awesome and mighty..." -Leeland
I read this dude's blog about Obama's election and U2 and Eugene Peterson and it got me thinking about my own personal life at this junction.
I came down to Oklahoma to heal from my own mental, emotional, spiritual, and financial baggage and to hopefully work on my relationship with my parents. I can't really say I've done significant, continuous work in any of those areas. In many ways, each of those areas is worse than they were before I came down to Oklahoma. At this moment in time, I feel that I'm going to look back regretfully on my life and choices down here. I've never had the opportunity to say that about any other time in my life. I've always had reason to carry any of my history in two hands, weighing out one side with the other, finding an even balance. The regrets I've had in my life have been more about things I had no control over. That is simply not possible with this epoch in my history. Without ever intending to, I've let each of these areas slip away in my life. I've made obviously bad choices, doing things I knew weren't really good for me, or even right, not to mention rife with all kinds of nasty potential consequences. I think I'm still in denial, actually. There's still a sense inside of me like I'm watching a car-crash in a movie and none of this can possibly be real and I'll wake up soon and it will all be okay.
Here in NW Oklahoma, I've been as isolated as I've ever been. I've made no friends down here. Everything I do is removed from what I'm used to reality being. Reality reveals itself very slowly down here. It's you and the grass and the animals and the dirt, by and large. And they don't tell you the consequences of your mistakes very quickly. It takes time. Everything grows out here. The wind has to blow through it for awhile. In the city, everything happens fast. You get virtually instant feedback. People tell you what you're doing wrong, or right. The shops and businesses and culture are all talking to you very loudly and quickly. If you don't have money, you can't get that new thing you've been seeing and hearing everyone else go on about. If you're hateful towards people, they'll return the favor without hesitation. There's all kinds of people and cultures with expectations they're holding over your head. Here, the cattle and the horses and the pickup trucks and wheat and birds don't have any expectations for you. They don't tell you're doing the right thing or the wrong thing. If you're a nasty human being, they suffer quietly. If you're a wonderful human being, they applaud you slowly or not at all.
There are aspects of that I enjoy. I don't feel any pressure to be something I'm not. Conversely, I don't feel much pressure to be all that I could be, either. No one cares whether my views line up with theirs. Conversely, counsel is dispensed just as sparingly. I don't have to worry about what anybody thinks of me. Conversely, they don't.
What was in these posts by this dude said to me, "Where have you been? I was looking for you, but I couldn't find you." It is difficult to face that mirror. It is embarassing. It is loaded with regret, baggage, and pain. There is hope in it. But the decision has to be made that the hope is worth the pain. And I hate pain. A lot. It's ultimately a decision between selfishness and selfless ness. Again, I hate decisions like that. I don't want to drive the car right now; I want Greyhound to do the driving for me. I will gladly brainstorm for you all day, just don't ask me to move. But when the Lord get ready, you gotta move.
"Beautiful Lord.... Awesome and mighty..." -Leeland
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