re: Lost in Translation

I have been sitting on this post since mid-summer of 2011. Perhaps you would take a stroll with me as we consider this masterful piece of cinema. Here’s to commemorating one of the best films ever made…that I may never need to watch again.

Featured Post:re: Lost in Translation

Making Lemonade

Dealing with a rough sequence of events can be tough. If you’re in a strange pattern that seems to be continuing in a downward direction, you may do well to keep a few things in mind to preserve your sanity.


Accountability and Shared Experiences

I work and live alone. As a web developer, my day-to-day is largely spent in front of a screen, flying solo. In fact, I work to create opportunities we can all experience in our own little personal glass spheres.


Mr. Technicianal Man

Follow along as I tell the story of going from kid-with-camera to guy-with-computer! This is the first time I have really spelled out the story of how I got into the field of web development, and how young I was when I got my start.


15 Moments to Close Out 2015

2015 was a year of, “firsts” for me: First time moving back to Springfield, MO (from KC). First two months of 60-70 hour work weeks…


The Young American

Growing up in the United States of America has been a real privilege. What follows is the chronicle of one young man as he contemplates freedom.


Spirit of the Midwest

I can finally show off some stuff I have been up to with my good friend Wesley Noble – we started a podcast interviewing people from/in/around the great Midwest, USA. Check it out!


Friendly Neighborhood Chivalries

8:00am on a chilly morning in Springfield, Missouri. One of my neighbors, a woman in her mid-twenties, is trying to scrape several layers of ice off her windshield with a tiny scraper. I have a couple hefty ones in my car – growing up in the Midwest has its advantages – and immediately feel obligated to offer my assistance.


The Marathon

The second lap of the race was killing me. Every fiber of my being was on fire, oxygen wouldn’t come fast enough, and I was easily distracted by the crowd. But there it was, sitting on the ground and demanding that I redouble my efforts. I put one foot in front of the other, straining to reach the starting line one more time.