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Orientation in a Former Porn. Club

Many of the buildings have colorful pasts. The YWAM annex where we hold our meetings was once a gay porn club. The YWAM staff are extremely compassionate about the people who live in the city. Later in the evening we went out to explore the city. My group ran into a couple of the roughest,

First Night: Vintage Faith

First Night: Vintage Faith Well, we’re on the road again with the high school group. Tonight we stopped at First Presbyterian Church (aka Vintage Faith) for pizza dinner and time to bone up on our personal stories. The old Fellowship Hall has been converted into a coffeehouse. A group called Jesse’s Pride played jazzy testimony-rock

GPS School of Hard Knocks: #3 Battery Life

The other day I set out with a noble goal–to find and map a better local hike than Ventura’s two trees. Midway in my exploration rats! My low battery alarm went off. Today’s hard-knock lesson is this: always bring fresh batteries on a hike. Doesn’t matter that you’ve got a GPS unit with the highest

Dogs on the Grotto Trail

To the person who wanted to know if dogs were allowed on the Grotto Trail: the trail is posted no dogs, no mountain bikes. Truth is that you really wouldn’t want to take a dog down there anyhow, unless you’ve got a champion boulder-hopper. Once you reach the grotto the trail gets sketchy. Not to

Happy Easter

I know one little doggy who will be having an Easter hangover–the cocker spaniel just wolfed down four cranberry-orange scones while the “Easter Bunny” was hiding eggs down in coyote-ville and marking coordinates on his handheld GPS. The things we do for love. (Mind you, this is to delight the married daughter. The little princess

The Social Jeep

The folks at Jeep Forums have a new gig, kinda like MySpace for the Jeeper crowd. Their promo emails bill it as: JeepSpace.com – Online social network for Jeepers to meet and interact. Blogs, videos, groups, forum and more! I poked in and found it a little cumbersome to navigate. I have some of the

Dispatches from the War on Crap: Shitstorm

Yesterday the cocker spaniel (somehow) got two loaves of Irish Soda Bread off the counter and consumed both. The results were not good. The soda seems to have reacted badly with her delicate digestive system. The dog’s sides filled out to the point where she was nearly spherical. Normally athletic, the dog could barely pull

You Climb Like an Eight Year Old Girl

Saturday is the worst day to go to Vertical Heaven, the local climbing gym. Saturday is Birthday Party Day, and the gym is likely to be filled with grade school grommets, running, jumping off stuff, throwing chalk bags at each other. The kids aren’t the problem. They zip about like supercharged neutrinos, never colliding with

GPS School of Hard Knocks: #1 Why Buy a GPS?

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People who know the outdoors will say that you’re better off with a good liquid-filled compass, a map, and a little know-how than with any whiz-bang GPS unit. After a year or so of scrambling around in the sticks I’m here to say that they are right. If your goal is to orient your self

War on Crap

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This is my official declaration of war against the forces of chaos, crapitation and lassitude that threaten the free world of my life. This isn’t just Bushian rhetoric, this is an announcement of full on storm-the-beaches-at-Normandy style conflict. It’s also make-believe. I’ve decided to invoke the powers of imagination in my jihad against the clutter