Category Archives: Musings

Tangents and bunny trails that are too fringe to pursue, but too interesting to let go of.

La Familia!

La Familia!

I snapped this driving the other day, as I had a strange moment. In the words of Scooby, “RRUUGH?!?”

As I pulled up behind it, I squinted and thought, “What is that word where it should say ‘Volvo’?”

Yes, it says Ferrari there under the rear wiper. It even had the iconic horse emblem on the front grill, and matching crests on the hubs of the wheels. Very interesting sense of humor here in HB.



Hate To-Do Lists?

How about a Being List? Who will you be this week? Might as well try it.

Got this from Chris Guillebeau (on Twitter @chrisguillebeau)

Got this from Chris Guillebeau (on Twitter @chrisguillebeau)

Here’s a modest example:

To-Be Today

      • A dad to my son
      • A caring husband
      • A servant leader, who leaves a place looking better than I found it, and leaving someone feeling better than I found them
      • Helpful
      • Someone who trusts God, and trusts in something much bigger than himself
      • Someone who reaches out to somebody else that is hard for me to connect with
      • Someone who will give something without concern over what I’ll get back
      • A trusting business partner, who follows the advice of those who have gone before me
      • Sincere
      • A remover of my own excuses
      • A person who prays for people I don’t understand instead of bemoaning them
      • A person who likes what he is becoming and is thankful for what he has

It’s not easy to make a list like this at first. I found myself reverting many times to a “do” and “don’t” list. There’s nothing wrong with a Do-list (and things still need to get done), but for me it is important to balance what I do and what I am. If I’m more aware of what I’m doing and what I want to do, I can be more aware of who and what I want to become, and vice versa.

No matter what I do, I’m going to be something. I will become what I have done up to that point. If I know what I want to be, it will guide me as to what I must do in order to get there. And it starts in this moment, which is the only one I actually have.

That is an encouraging thought. 😉


Costco Stoics

When’s the last time you saw a happy Costco employee? It’s been a long time for me. They always strike me as British public service employees. Trying to get them to smile becomes a fun challenge for tourists.

Costco Game Face. I almost saw this expression on a supervisor and a snack bar employee.

Costco Game Face. I almost saw this expression on a supervisor and a snack bar employee recently.

The supervisors are really bad but the snack bar people are worse.






What company do you know that has employees who seem to be happy to work there? I’m trying to come up with a list of my own.
In-N-Out (All hail)
Disney? (Nope. Maybe once upon a time.)

Hmm, this is tougher than I thought. Help!

I’ve got a confession

I voted for the California chicken regulations. You know, the kind where they give more humane conditions to chickens and simultaneously make farming–an already perilous career–in America an even more bad idea. I have nothing against chickens so these laws are nice in intent but quagmireish in result, I fear.

I’m sorry.

Darkness of Night…mares

My son had a nightmare. He woke up calling and repeatedly crying out for, “Light!–Light!–Light!

His music box tied to his crib has a little night light on a timer. He quickly must have climbed up to turn it on. Between his sobbing and asking for Light and Mama, I had wondered if maybe he felt some real kind of pain. But it seemed that he had only been dreaming after all. The irony is that we were, at that moment, watching Twilight: Breaking Dawn part 2; that while we were watching a movie about Dark, Dark, he was crying for Light, Light.

Yet another reminder to me that our feelings and sensibilities work even without our awareness. Some things bother us for reasons, even if our cultured mind tells us that we should pay them no mind. Put in sexy young actors, a trendy soundtrack, take out the blood, and suddenly you can forget about the wanton violence and cursed, demon-spawn that originally was the world of vampires.

Dude, who WOULDN’T want to be this brand of monster?















I’m not saying that everything with an element of fear or evil should be strictly off-limits to children. I only advocate moderation and intentionality. (Don’t get me started on my Alice & Wonderland rant. I’ll save that for another post.) But my son reminds me, in his own way, that nearly everything that is going on matters. That there really is a Battle going on all the time and ground is either being gained or surrendered.