It was while listening to Soul to squeeze by the Red Hot Chili Peppers on classic rock radio that he realized he was an unc.

When I close my eyes for the final time, I’ll have good dreams forever.

The Boys is required watching.

Maybe God is a baby, and why we yearn for something that we’ve lost

A haiku for a Boss at the annual office Christmas party which is thrown in lieu of a bonus: You dedicated yourself to your job, and now I have to stay late.

What do bacteria see when they look at us up through the microscope? The All-Seeing eye.

The All-Seeing eye is attached to a face

First fruits #grownostr

On golf I heard this story one time that supposedly took place during a club championship at a local course. I’ve heard it from one claimed eyewitness and a few who said they had heard about it happening at the time the event allegedly took place, which was the early 90s. The story goes that a local Stick is playing a few practice rounds leading up to the tournament and just cannot get anything going. Shanking his driver, yipping his irons, missing everything with his putter; really the only thing he’s hitting well is his seven iron. He grows so frustrated that he decides the morning of the tournament that he is going to play the whole 18 holes using just his seven iron. This guy was good, but he was by no means that much better than any other golfer out there, in fact, you told me he wasn’t even the best golfer in town at that time and this isn’t some part three course either. It’s an 18 holes local Muni, but definitely a challenge. But the guy so frustrated and mentally spun out after his practice round he decides he isn’t using any other club but his 7 iron. He even uses a seven iron to putt. Now, as the legend is told, he goes on to win this tournament by a significant margin. Now, whether or not this actually happened as it was told to me is, in my mind irrelevant. The real point is that in Golf sometimes you just have to strip away your choices and decisions and just hit the ball with what you got in your bag. I think life is a lot like this too. #golfstr

Some dogs don’t listen when their told to sit. #dogstr

Had a solo join my round this morning. Couldn’t read greens for shit but was 10/10 a good boi.

Would someone mind zapping me a few sats? Trying something

Heart breaker soul shaker, I’ve been told about you. Now you’re messing with a son of a bitch.

There was once a gardener who lived in perfect harmony with two children he had made. He placed them in a lush garden and gave them everything they needed. He walked with them in the cool of the day, and they knew no fear. In the center of the garden stood one tree that bore a single kind of fruit. The gardener spoke to the children and said: “You may eat from any tree you wish, but not from this one. When you eat from it, you will change in a way that will change how I can hold you.” The children listened, but they were tempted. They took the fruit and ate. At once, something shifted. Not only in their hearts, but in the very fabric of the world. They were no longer in the same state they had been. They had become something new—something aware, something powerful, and something dangerous. This was not only a matter of the gardener’s choice. From that moment, a higher law took effect. The rules that governed the relationship between the Maker and the children were no longer in his hands. The cosmic order required that, now that they had crossed this boundary, they must be treated according to a new classification, governed by new regulations. The gardener’s heart was heavy. He loved them, but he could no longer keep them in the same open way. The garden was no longer safe for them as it had been, and they were no longer safe for the garden. The rules now demanded distance. The rules now demanded containment. So he closed the gates of the garden. He placed guards at the way. He sent them out into the world beyond, where life would be harder, where they would face mortality, where they would know fear and pain. He did this not because he abandoned them, but because the law left him no other path. He walked with them still, but now from a distance. He cared for them, but under new conditions. He longed for the day when, perhaps, they might be restored to the old closeness, when the rules would allow what love had always desired. And so the story of the children became the story of all their descendants: a people who remember a time before the change, who live under the weight of it, and who hope for a day when the old trust might be restored and the garden might open again.

What if the fruit of The Tree didn’t just make humans ‘bad’; it moved us into a category where, by some cosmic regulation, we had to be handled like hazardous material instead of innocent creatures. Perhaps God wasn’t mad so much as frustrated with the legalities that are now in place.

If you don’t understand how people can question God, your faith itself is questionable

Alright, I’m starting The Boys. Let’s gooo!!

My only financial goal is to have more bitcoin today than I did the day before.

if you only love someone when you are with them then you don’t love them

Remember the reset button on the original Nintendo? You’d hit that and the screen would go black for a second and then the game would load up again. As a kid I suspected death would be similar.