So much to say.

You know we actually did end up doing Habitat for Humanity in January.
That was incredibly cool. We built the framing for 2 houses in a day.

We did Project Linus last month. Made cool blankets to be handed out to needy kids in the area. I hope the ones we made are incredibly warm. I hope the kids can cuddle up to their families and wiggle their toes and smile.

God has been so good to us. Some of the most difficult things I could have attempted to imagine are still being endured, but we’re still getting by. I have been blessed with the most wonderful woman. She has bore us an amazingly joy inducing baby boy with another joy maker on the way. With Christ at the center of it all, there’s no room for wants. That’s it. That’s everything. Work, money, home, cars. All bonus.

God.
I think about Him all the time. I shoot up little prayers to Him hoping they’ll get answered how I want them to. Pauline’s placenta previa. Galvez’s rehab. Isaiah’s well being. My mom and dad. Hong. I guess with prayer, the only thing I can say, is that it matters. Praying matters. I could research a bunch of miracles that occurred that were supposedly due to the power of prayer. But you could research a bunch of tragedies that occurred despite the fervent prayer of millions. I read recently that you should start with what you know and move to the unknown. My research, reflection, meditation, experience has led to the belief that Jesus is God, God is love, love is good, and good has purpose. Somehow this ties into prayer. Purpose and prayer. Prayer and purpose. Finkle and Einhorn. How? Why?

I love to smile and laugh.

I was in DC for a momentous occasion when pogiboy/pimp Alvin proposed to his fiancé, Jenny. J and I made a tremendous cannonball run to be there for a little longer than the commute. So worth it. Souls promising each other they will be bound forever soon. Another time I wish I could see cosmic energy. Hmmm…

Cosmic Energy
Stand back and watch the radiance of blue,
The radiance of you,
and he, complete,
wrapped in cosmic energy,

Love in white beams,
Yellow rays, deep violet portrays,
New levels of hope and pain,
Displayed.

Oh to close my eyes and see how crimson becomes gold,
Oh to know as we approach the aisle of truth,
Behold beauty beyond light and sound,
The feast and mystery, as we are He,
In cosmic energy.

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I love to write. I love to write poetry and spoken word and songs. I love to write about friends. I could probably write a whole book about cool people I’ve met. One page for each person and why I think they’re cool.

Just for kicks, I’ll start with Isaiah.

Isaiah is a cool ass dude. He doesn’t know how to snap, but when he sees daddy snapping to Stevie, he tries. That’s cool. He says, “juuuuuuiiiiiice!!” I’m inclined to go, “Jews? Where?” But instead I go and get him some juice. I say, “We’re going home!” and he says, “Wi-go?” Which means Wiggles. The Wiggles are 4 dudes that sing silly songs and dance around. They are definitely millionaires. I have a hunch their songs are designed to mock me. One song goes, “Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, cock-a-dooodle doo!!!” All I hear is, “We-are-millionaires-that-sold-our-pride-for-a-seemingly-altruistic-cause-but-the-point-now-is-that-we-are-millionaires-and-you-are-not! Cockadoodleydoo!!” Isaiah knows the motions.
Isaiah is also a pimp because he likes to Eskimo kiss. He knows the sound a lot of animals make. It’s weird though sometimes. Cow. That’s a cow. What’s the cow say? “Moo.” Very good! Dog. That’s a dog. What’s the dog say? “Arf” Very good! Bunny. That’s a bunny. What’s the bunny say? “…..” Oh yeah, um, my bad…. Bunnies are mute. Unless I suppose you’re trying to kill it. Then I imagine it would make some type of gurgling/wheezing/squealing which I’m not sure I would want you to attribute to bunnies in general. So let’s assume they’re mute for now. Or for always for that matter. Actually what the bunnies say is of no real consequence. It’s not like you’ll get made fun of later for not knowing. Anyways… let’s move on…. Okay… ummm… Giraffes! That’s a giraffe. What does the giraffe say? “….” Wait, giraffes only have long necks.

So yeah, Isaiah is cool and parenting is hard. I’m tired.
Good night.