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Fifty Shades of "Gray"

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I’m just goin’ to cut to the chase…
I don’t give a flying fart1 about “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

There I said it. Hope I didn’t offend2…
In all seriousness… there’s a lot of talk goin’ on about the erotic romance novel and drama porn film.
But I suppose this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. After all, talking about purity and pornography should be encouraged in a time where sexual compromise is at an all-time high.
Granted, it’s heartbreaking to come back to these issues only to find more people wearing blinders3 covering their sensitivity to graphic eroticism and relational abuse.
But I mean…think about it. Just because culture glorifies the fetish doesn’t mean my opinion belief in awe-fully4, amazing sex, as God intended, is invalid.
Sure, I may be “old school” in the eyes of some, but at the end of the day, for something to be good, it also has to be right, just, pure, and honorable (Philippians 4:8).
And I’m sorry, but I’m not going to naively waste my breath claiming “Fifty Shades of Grey” …

Never Give Up, Never Surrender (Part 2)

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We've all been there.
Life in a lifeless cubical world. Surviving the 9-5 vocational jungle. Juggling a bunch of disjointed dreams against the backdrop of reality.
Perhaps you know what it feels like to be a fish in an aquatic Pandora's Box...
...like you don't belong no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard the effort.
No question, it’s in these moments when we're most tempted to quit...when we're most likely throw in the towel and walk away.
But as I mentioned in last year's post, there’s value in not giving up, there’s honor in putting down the white flag in favor of the warpath...and there’s hope in maintaining a posture of perseverance, no matter how hard the challenge.
True, it can be arduous making ends meet and bridging relational divides amidst an unfulfilling environment; it can be difficult loving* people in a vacuum where nothing around you seems to give you that much desired sense of accomplishment and worth.
But truth is, at some point or another, …

The Effect of Steroids on Major League Baseball Outcomes

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Since the early 1990’s, the increasingly widespread use of performing-enhancing drugs has marred the Major League Baseball world. Although steroids existed in prior decades, the intentional use of such drugs for personal gain skyrocketed after the Anti-Drug Abuse Act of 1988 and the 1990 Anabolic Steroids Control Acts of 1990. During the past two decades, hundreds of Major League Baseball players have participated in the illegal abuse of anabolic steroids and other performance-enhancing substances in violation of federal law and baseball policy (“Baseball”, 2002). Concerning the Congressional hearings of 2005 and 2008, The Bay Area Laboratory Co-Operative (BALCO), the Albany DA Pharmacy Busts, the operation of Major League Baseball’s Joint Drug Prevention and Treatment Program, The Mitchell Report, and the scandals surrounding players such as Ken Caminiti, Jose Canseco, Mark McGwire, Barry Bonds, Jason Giambi, Roger Clemens, Andy Pettitte and Alex Rodriguez”, 129 players have been lin…

Goodbye, Seattle

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There's something strangely romantic about the rain in Seattle.
Something sweet and dear amidst the mist.
I don't know if it's the emerald ambiance or the abundance of alpines.
All I know is when I touchdown in Seattle, I'm usually home.
But after a four-year hiatus between my most recent visits, I've, no doubt, had to revisit a chilling reality... ...one we all face at some point or another...
...and that is: times change. Relationships grow. While some estrange, others slow.
'Cause as the charm of childhood fades, as the innocence of youth dims, you begin to realize: you can't always pick up where you left off.
And sometimes, the life you used to know isn't meant to be known any more.
So you press on… high on hope, yet down on the fact it still hurts…
…lost somewhere between what was and what is, wondering why a hard reboot can’t reset life to the good ol’ days…and why a clean slate can’t woo a splintered soul…
…and why a thankful heart* sometimes isn’t enough t…