eye contact

last week, i mentioned something chris had said about living in america but not living an american lifestyle. over the last few months, we have made some drastic changes that have helped us look at needs vs. wants vs. reality differently.

Here’s a fairly new meme going around.

The Rules

by Nate

I'm only reposting this because I need this reminder all too often... I thought of this older post as Cameron and I discussed the philosophy behind making the PorchCast, (as opposed to this site,) a non-political exercise.

Thanks for humoring my rehashing of ideals.

We are not in a good city for running. Most roads are too narrow and we have few sidewalks or running trails. I run down a main road near my house that does have a sidewalk. Cheryl likes that because she feels I'm safer. The problem on the main road is that cars are constantly pulling in and out of businesses along the busy stretch of road.

We are not in a good city for running. Most roads are too narrow and we have few sidewalks or running trails. I run down a main road near my house that does have a sidewalk. Cheryl likes that because she feels I'm safer. The problem on the main road is that cars are constantly pulling in and out of businesses along the busy stretch of road.

In my single days, I paid a lot of attention to what my clothes said about me. My mother and father had drilled into me what boys thought of girls who dressed like harlots, so I wore jackets over my low-cut shirts and heavy black stockings with my flirty babydoll dresses.

It happened again.

"Hi, Dennis," a woman said from the bar as we were leaving a restaurant on our date night last week.

"Oh, hey," he said. "How are you doing?"

"Things are going really well," she said. "How are things at the station?"

"Good," he said. "We have a lot of new people in the sales department."

--Nathan McIntyre

"Well, you're certainly fighting an uphill battle."

Dean looked at me intently as I sipped my green tea. It was a Sunday morning at Starbucks in Franklin, as the shop lined to the door with uber fashionable Christianistas all anxious to get their espresso-fueld worship on.

Love thy neighbor -- even the homeless one By: Daniel Sullivan
It used to be easy to spot the homeless schizophrenics as they wandered around campus.

You know, they were the ones headed for the library, muttering and occasionally ejaculating out loud to themselves, gesturing for no one to see. Now, thanks to Bluetooth mobile phone technology, the distinction is getting harder and