Everybody Knows You’d Break Your Neck To Keep Your Chin Up
a little keystyle rap inspired by the photograph.
capture the long autumn sun shadow before it dips, hit the brake lever on my handle bar grips ainsworth street north rose city proximity, generosity image camera given to me mode of transportation cost me nothing but never cheap, learn to speak meek, its a treat to listen in gratitude position for the vision seen with five senses, just a little peak through new lenses tear down the fences separating past, present and future tenses…
Seeing how I am in Texas for the week, I’m taking this week off to focus time with my family. I’ll be back up next week. Hope you all are well!
Brian "Head" Welch & I
This past saturday Gabe and I went to Music Millenium to see Brian Welch formerly of the rock band Korn.
He was doing a book signing for his book “Save Me From Myself” which chronicles his early years, the Korn years and how he found God and turned his life around. For more info, visit Brianheadwelch.net
Your words left me in shambles, but they only shook up what needed to be shaken.
Lately I seem to have the “sadiM” touch,
So I’ll take what you have to throw through your blinded self righteousness
and know, that I’ll love you the same.
Even if that love isn’t mutual
I wrote this little poetic ditty while in the woods camping a month or so ago and just rediscovered it in my little pocket notebook…
As enjoyable as warm sun and a cool breeze while contemplating Yahweh.
Complexities, tensions and contradictions underneath the surface layers.
What should we do with them?
Ignore their existence?
Say cliches to try and dilute their potency?
Or embrace them as kinfolk and lean on the statement ironically written on the federal reserve notes; In God we trust.
A vulnerable excitement bubbles forth as I imagine leaping into the arms of the unknown world.
A prayer is my only lifeline. Here goes my genesis of faith steps… Oh my …
Stories of truth, beauty, hope and love are waiting in these contradictions that I’ve feared all my life.
Menomena live at the Crystal Ballroom (06-09-08)
This drummer was by far the best drummer I’ve ever seen live. So much passion and intensity is rarely displayed by a frontman, let alone a drummer. I’m glad I stuck around after the Fleet Foxes’ set to watch Menomena perform. Sometimes during a song he would lumber about the stage like a shark circling it’s prey. In this case, the prey was the drums, and they took a beating.
Alan Powell
Today a co-worker of mine died in an accident at his home. He was an extremely talented artist with a great sense of humor and will be dearly missed. For examples of his work please check out his site.
Alan was always the first to invite people to do something, and was the first co-workers house I went to after a successful crabbing trip. He recently came over to the Ainsworth house for my birthday. Alan, thank you for your friendship. I’m going to miss you “gubner”.
Please remember to pray for Alan’s family and loved ones during this time.
Many thanks to the respectable Deb Adams for reminding me today was wednesday.
when people leave from a visit at the ainsworth home i usually find myself on the porch waving away and saying ‘bon voyage’… at times i feel like i should be waving a hankerchief in the air while do this. i don’t know where it came from but it became a tradition i secretly loved to do each time.
now i find myself getting ready to pack up and leave this house and i am confused at what to do about my tradition. i will have my own porch to wave from, but it won’t be the same. parts of me are sad for this inevitable time, and parts of me are in utter jubilation. i will have an address of my very own, in portland oregon.
i took a bus adventure around portland today (i love buses, they always seem to be such lovely tours) and thought to myself about my time thus far here in portland. God is crazy, He’s just freaking nuts… He totally satiates my thirst for adventure and at the same time scares me into not under-estimating what He’s made me to be capable of. i trust the Dude- needlessly, hopefully, endlessly.
on this bus ride i kept going over this little sensitive spot in my heart.. this soft spot for these ainsworth dudes. what a lovely bunch of coconuts. i truly appreciate how they opened their home to me, and then to all the other people who seemed to have come in around the same time. juan, mary, carmen, and all the folks who loitered for hours with us on the porch… what a lovely summer.
when thinking about you guys, and the soft spot i have for you, my mind keeps trailing off to the soft spot on a babies head… i don’t want it to grow into something hard, ever. and i don’t want anyone to poke at it… i just want it to stay there, tender, with peach fuzz on top. i love you each of you guys (in all your different ways), and appreciate all of the time, and laughs, and talks, and tea we had together.
maybe now you can have your lives back.
with much lovelovelove to you jesse, joshy, and louie…
sister mary tiffany faith trimble
p.s. please come to my house for tea sometime.
Goodness gracious, I was made for this
with a grace cadence, this style is dangerous
I live where the pain is, through the greatness of patience
I’m reading the stories of all these beautiful faces
Remember that tender vulnerable age of being a freshman in high school? I’m beginning to revisit my memory bank in that chunk of life, since my new job is working with youth this age. The path I’m traveling has led me to be a school success advocate at a north Portland public school and I am constantly thanking God for this employment. The faces of the nine kids in my advocate group have been popping up in my mind often and stealing my prayers. We just had a five day camp that equates at least 6 months to a years worth of relational connection. We broke boards like karate ninjas, climbed 70 feet up trees, danced like idiots (okay that was just me), talked about our stories and dreams, learned new hood lingo, ate camp food, and freestyle rapped at 2am. Hearing about these kids lives breaks my heart and propels me to Jesus to beg for redemption activity to take place. I am so hopeful going into this school year to see transformation. I hope to take pictures of my advocate group and post em up here soon. thanks for reading.
Do you remember what your biggest needs were at that age?
