It’s a privilege to play games with friends. Destiny has been the only disc in my Xbox One for months. The Iron banner event has landed in the Tower once again, Lord Saladin is ready to reward Guardians who fight to victory if only they will lock arms and engage in fierce battle in the Crucible.
Category: Blog Posts
Writing in the New Year
Writing has always been easy for me. Since I was young, the many words that flow from my mouth pour forth just as easily through my pen.
100 One-Trick Ponies
I have been learning a lot of new things this year. As the tools of this web trade become more plentiful, it’s harder to focus on any one method or process.
Book List – 2017
My wife and I will be reading along with the challenge put forth by Tim Challies this year. It’s been a long time since I published a formal list of things to read in a year, but I’ll add titles to the list below every time I wrap one up:
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.
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…
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.