For the boys.

Now a very common argument between men is manliness and what is considered "Manly" and it's understandable, honestly the only reason men argue about this is self confidence as to whether or not they have a chance at getting a girl or not.  Personally I find insecurity about being a man, very un-manly. I'm sure that looks so mature that we get into Facebook debates about who is the manliest. But lets just step back, forget everything we know about manliness and just look at what it means to be a man.

You may say that being able to tame a grizzly bear family, on your own, is manly. If not you may also say that being able to wrestle a giant squid in the ocean, is manly. I must say, being able to do either of those would be very impressive. Though impressive is not what manliness is, and if it was, there are a lot of very manly woman in this world, I must say.

But you take those ideas away, stop showing off you mad guitar skills...basically stop being an idiot. And look at the origin of men. Men were the first people to wear tights in the middle ages, and that was considered very "Manly" and lets be serious, that doesn't make them gay in any way. That just make them perverts, there is a reason they wanted wore tights, and wore make-up, to impress the ladies. And lets be serious, the root of it is impressing the ladies. And that is what was considered manly at that point.

Your probably like "So whats this have to do with being manly?" and patience, I'm getting there.

Have you ever been swing dancing? Or maybe even ballroom? If not then I'll give you a secret. If you are the man of the couple, you are leading. You are the one who is leading the woman into all kinds of tricks and stuff. And if you are good at leading, great, woman find that impressive. You know why?

There is nothing more manly than being a good leader. 

Now before you get a team together for capture the flag, and become today's playground tyrant. I'm going to let you in on a few...A lot of secrets to being a good leader. Cause there is nothing more harmful than power. You can interpret power however you want, whether it being money, strength, knowledge or if you have all of those. You may win immediately, but the long term win turns out to be a loss. I've seen this for like...a every guy I know, including myself. "Fools find no pleasure in understanding, but delight in airing their own opinion."


Now here are a few things you will need to have down in order to claim ultimate manliness. My Pastor spoke on this a couple weeks ago, and gave me these ideas.

1: You should always be above reproach.

2: You need to be a faithful husband/fiance/boyfriend. Cause loyalty and honesty are the most important things in a relationship.

3: Balanced, make sure you are balanced in every number on this list. It's hard, but worth it in return.

4: Self Control, this is where the power is to be challenged. You might say "I don't have issues with power" but that's exactly what you would say. Right?

5: Respectable, this is also to be applied to every number on this list.

6: Hospitable, no, this doesn't mean you should be able to clean your house, though that would be nice. But this means you are to be able to interact "Politely" with people. the actual definition for this is "friendly and welcoming to strangers or guests" 

7: Able to to teach, this is my hardest. You are able to teach, I know this for sure. But you might not be a big group teacher. One on one teaching might be more your thing, Or the other way around. 

8: Not a drunkard. Yes, I said it. And you know who you are. 

9: Not violent. Yes, I said that too. You know who you are as well. I hope that if you struggled with abusive situations in your life, that you can slowely get over it. Not by gaining power on your own, but just becoming okay with it. and perhaps helping people in similar situations. Imagine being able to be hospitable, loyal, and able to teach, at the same time. 

10: Not quarrelsome, "given to or characterized by quarreling" Basically don't be a jerk. This goes with 8 and 9. 

11: Not a lover of money. This is a place where people struggle with balance. Its okay to have lots of money, just don't obsess about it. 

12: Good father. Leader, teacher. Teach family to respect, and be hospitable. 

13: Be a mature follower of Christ. You are just now realizing that this is all bionically based. And some of you may be rolling your eyes. But if I had you up to this point, then why stop now? Maturity is an amazing thing, as long as you have come to realize age has never made anyone wise. 

14: You must represent Christ well. In favor with God, and Men. 


That's all I know about manliness. Now I quoted something above the list. "A fool finds no pleasure in understanding, but delights in airing his own opinions." I would like to take this time to say, that was from the holy Bible. That was Proverbs 18:2. In fact if you read the whole book of proverbs over and over again, you will start to uncover some serious truth. 

Thank you for reading, and I hope you can take as much out of this, as I have. 

When Dearth is Crowned: Is earth at stake?

Timothy was ticked. David wasn’t here yet, and it’s been fifteen minutes since the phone call. He should be here by now.  Maybe he was dead, wouldn’t be disappointed. The slob was good for only two things, playing video games, and breaching the wall between countries and starting global warfare. He was something short of a threat, just didn’t know it.

Trevor looked up from his desk with three flat screen monitors, “Guess what?”

“Where on earth is David?” He said this without looking.

“He’s on his way, his tracker shows that he’s only a few minutes away.”

“You have him on a tracker?”

His mouth hung open, while he gathered his thoughts. “Yeah, he’s a threat to any nation that is within our atmosphere, he’s under strict curfews, and diets.”

“Oh, is that what you were going to tell me?” He was calmer, conversations calm him down.

“No, I forgot to mention that there are alerts about blue lasers of death raining from the sky, in Idaho. Apparently aliens have landed, and are destroying everything.”

This wasn’t even slightly funny, “Not funny, I don’t want to joke around right now.”

Trevor picked a piece of paper off the printer, and slid it across the planning table, it read “Aliens landing in Idaho, entire cities destroyed in a matter of hours.”

“You do realize that an alien invasion is not a ‘guess what?’ matter. How did we miss this?”

“We didn’t, the United States government did. We’re on our own. Only funded by them.” This was unfortunate for millions of people. But in reality, what could we do about rays of light shining down on us, mirrors? Dumb idea. Worth a try though.

Timothy was pondering about all of this for a while, “Then what of the rabies infestation in Greenland? Its turning humans into complete raging fools. And seems to be spreading quite rapidly.” His mind was racing, why was this all happening at the same time?

Trevor didn’t say much, “We can’t worry about either of these things until we locate Heather, and get her back. She is the key to fixing everything that is going on, she just needs to believe.”

This was intriguing, “Believe, in what?”

Trevor walked down an aisle, between rows of analysts, geniuses, and foreign computers. “White men built this country on beliefs that have been ditched. ‘This nation, under God’ you know what I’m talking about?”

He knew, just didn’t want to talk about it, he looked at papers that didn’t mean anything to him, within the past three days he has found out that he has a cousin, she has been kidnapped by a nation, and probably brain washing her.

Trevor spoke, looking right at Tim, “And about the rabies, don’t be afraid to call it what you want too. Its more dangerous than most are making it out to be, we both know what zombies are, and I don’t want to be fooli-“

“Whoa whoa, when did anyone say anything about zombies?” He was so confused, alians, zombies, nations bombing nations, Heather captured. Everything was going wrong.

“The rabies in Greenland, it started with a bite from a (animal). The doctor went home and overnight, he turned into a crazed lunatic, and tore apart his wife a-“

“Stop! Talking! Let me get my breath before you continue, this is a lot for someone who isn’t used to all this, this…” he didn’t finish, a doctor tore apart his wife. That’s something the zombies in video games do, not in reality. This was making him nauseous, but what the heck, “Kay, keep going.” 

“the doctor broke into people’s houses, and starts biting. That apparently converts, you know how zombies work. The whole town has turned now. And whoever was left died, of heat exhaustion, and dehydration.”

Greenland, heat, wait what? “Wait you mean in Iceland?

Trevor knew what he was thinking, “No, I mean in Greenland. It seems that not only are the towns turning, but the weather as well. It’s been hitting up to one hundred degrees, that’s never happened in Greenland, ever.”

Timothy started to get it now, “So it’s like a plague, as it spreads, people will start turning without even being bitten, right?”

“No, it’s just gets very hot, nobody that knows about this infestation, understands.” This all makes sense now. Trevor pulled his phone out of his back pocket, it just then vibrated, “He’s here.”

“Excellent!” 

When Death is Crowned: Whats in the skies?

News reporters were covering news of the Russian airstrike in New York. No one knew what provoked this incident. No one knew anything. But naturally the mainstream media was taking it out of context, blowing it out of proportion, and using it as a political crowbar against anyone who opposed them, and they’re opinions.

Stephan Phillips clicked off his ten year old, tube TV. Sick of all the words people said. Hoping that Jesus would come back and just save all the people who deserved it, If anyone truly did. Or maybe everyone would just shut their mouths, and keep their ideas to themselves.

Mumbling under his breath “Hipcrits.” He stood up and walked across his small ranch house into his bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting old, thirty-six years of age. He noticed wrinkles above his eyes, played around with them.

“Hon, Would you like to cut the turkey?” His wife yelled from in the kitchen.

“In a minute!” He didn’t want to cut the turkey, but he always did, he didn’t want to ruin Nana’s happiness with his grumpiness.

He opened the door and slowly made his way down the hall. No noticed the paper on the floor by the front door. “Rabies infest research facility, in Greenland.”

He spoke in his deep, weak, voice “Yeah, right. Next thing we know they will be saying stuff about Zombies, may the Lord of pity on this generation.”

He walked into the kitchen, rather humble. No dishwasher. The sink had been newly remodeled, with a chrome faucet. He opened up the drawer, with rusted gliders, and grabbed a semi-dull knife; and started slicing the turkey into pieces.

Sarah spoke in her soft voice, “Honey, I’ve needed to talk to you.” She seemed, to pity herself. Was she sleeping with another man?  

There was a long pause; she was waiting for him, “Go ahead, what is it?” He dreaded saying these words.

“Um, I’m moving out of the house. I haven’t worked through the details. But I’m leaving tonight, after dinner.” She spat these words out with no shame at all. She was obviously over him already.

He wasn’t sure if now was a good time to ruin her happiness, with his grumpiness. But he didn’t want this to happen. They’ve been married since their early twenties. They’ve gone through so much.

He spoke, “Hon, look, I don’t wan’t this to happ-“

She interrupted, “What was that? I can’t hear you!” Here she goes… “All you do is sit around, mumbling, and watching TV. You don’t even keep up the farm anymore. What’s your secret, Laziness? I’m leaving you, and I don’t even know where I’m going! But as long as it’s away from You, I do-“

His turn to talk, “Well then get out! Do you have to sit there pointing fingers at me? See if I care! I’m getting old! I can only do so much, with these crippled hands!” His argument was weak, if this was happening he just needed to let go.

She stood up and started down the hall to the bedroom, “I’m leaving tonight and there is nothing you can do about it; unless I see change in your heart, right now!”

He just stood there in the kitchen holding the knife, pondering what he could do, to change this. He still loved her, though she had no desire to be there any longer with him.

She stormed down the hall and left some bags by the door. She opened the small closet, exposing her many jackets, and his one pair of shoes. She sat on the stairway leading up, while putting her shoes on; glaring at him. She sighed hard, and opened the door.

It opened with intensity, slammed against the wall, ouch. She stormed out, and slammed it closed. “Don’t ask me to come back. Our memories are gone. I hate what we used to have!”

He stood and paced to the door with intensity, he opened it up and saw her closing the trunk to her car, his car. “Hon, that’s not you’-“

“Do not, call me hon. I am not your hon! And screw you, I’m taking the car!” She sat in the car.

He stood there, a single tear fell down his cheek. Was this really happening, all so fast. “Fine, take the car. I won’t need it anyways.”

She turned on the car, looked at him, and then shrugged; and started driving down the long curvy dirt road. The emotions felt exactly like that; like a curvy road, of perfection, and suddenly a cliff, and she grew wings, and left him for dead.  

Just then, he felt a strong gust of wind, forcing him back inside. He scrambled to his feet. Flung the door back open, and ran out into is lawn, or what was remaining of the grass. Another gust caught his feet and sent him to his knees. He heard a crack in the sky, he covered his ears. Was this lighting?

Looking into the sky her saw a blue beam of light reign from the sky, it slammed into the ground with an impact so great, that the sound alone threw him into a shock. Laying on his back he looked up into the cloudy sky, and red flaming rocks were falling from the sky and slamming into the earth’s surface. Was this the end?

He stood, motionless. He couldn’t hear anything. He looked to where Sarah was driving. There was dust clearing away from where one of the rocks had fallen. Trees separated on the side of the road, just as the dust was clearing he saw the side of the blue sedan she has stolen, underneath the boulders. This was a dream, it just had to be.

Another quake in the earth sent a shockwave from the beam in the ground, totally evaporating all boulders around; and sent the crushed car flying. He could barely see the shape of Sarah’s head inside of the car, he heard a faint scream. And just then, only twenty feet from him, another Blue beam fell from the sky and completely disintegrated the car. 

“No, Sarah! No! This isn’t happening, first the divorce, then this. He needed to get out of here. And Fast. 

He turned and ran into his house, the door off its hinges and on the floor. He ran down the hall, and threw the old scratched up door off its hinges. Moving around it, he stumbled down the stairs, and opened the door to the walk in freezer. He should be safe here, for now. Flicked on the lights, slammed the door shut behind him. This was his new home.

He could still hear the noises, the lasers, and the chaos. Everything was going wrong, only fifteen minutes ago he was watching the news. He wondered if this was the only place that this was happening. Who was doing this? Was this China? England? He had no clue. All he needed to do was survive. 

When Death is Crowned: Incorporating circles of circular knowing.

Aton knew he only had a few seconds to react. Grabbing his grappling gun, launching it into the floor. Was she escaping? Did she know? Or is this simply a mistake? Either way he needed to save her, and he needed to do it fast. Wind was rustling through his hair, he jumped.

 She had about twenty feet on him. He needed to make this quicker. He was slacking. He folded his arms and made himself as dynamic as possible, and began his hot pursuit on Tracy. That was her name. He remembered that just now. That’s what they told him to call her. But he knew better. You don’t capture an American woman, erase her memory, and then call her by her real name. This woman was going to be an assassin.

His thoughts were racing as he finally caught up to her. He threw his arms around her. She was cold, lifeless. Was she dead? That’d suck. But either way he needed to save himself. He wrapped his legs around her, and took ahold of his grapple. And suddenly…

…It jerked. HE ran out of slack. And of course, He dropped her in the process. He reached into his coat and pulled out his whip. As quickly as he could he roped her up, and started pulling his weight, and her weight up the grapple. He heard voices from above. He was in trouble. And so was she.

“Where is she?” Trevor demanded while leaning over a table, maps sprawled out. “I know that she isn’t dead, she’s way too powerful to die by a simple missile strike like back in New York.”

It had been weeks since the incident. Nobody knows where she is yet. They already had an identity scan through the nation. And she hadn’t shown up. They suspected the Chinese. It’s almost too obvious. They are arming they’re submarines with nukes and surrounding the United States as they spoke. They were prepared for total warfare. And America was not prepared at all.

One of the Analysts spoke up, “Sir, maybe it’s the Russians. They haven’t communicated with us in weeks. We tried contacting them and there was no answer.”

That had to be it. He had no leads at the moment. He was getting desperate. He had a paint brush, a canvas, and a deadline; but he was missing paint. “Get a satellite pointed at them! We need to get David here immediately!” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number.

Ringing, Ringing, Ringing, and more Ringing. He yelled into the phone “DAVID YOU BETTER PICK UP THE PHONE OR I’LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED!” He took a deep breath.

The phone clicked, a soft voice said hesitantly “Hello?”

“David. This is Trevor Volting. And we need you to the headquarters immediately. We need you to hack Russia.”

The voice spoke again with a little more confidence, “Hold on. I’m working on something…”

Trevor could hear button mashing, Video games. This made him furious. “PAUSE YOUR FREAKING GAME, PUT THE CONTROLLER DOWN, AND GET YOUR SORRY BUTT DOWN HERE AS SOON AS YOU CAN! Got it?”

He heard clattering. David picked up his phone off the floor. Probably scared him out of his mind, chicken, “Y-y-yes sir! I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir!”

Trevor spoke with a soft polite voice this time, “Thank you.” then hung up. Slipping his phone into his pocket he looked around at everybody in the control room. They were all motionless, literally, except for Timothy. Things were getting strange around here. And he knew then, how great each decision he makes, will impact the life of humanity. Little did he know though that every decision he makes will greatly impact the fate of the galaxy, and the stars beyond it.

Over-exsessive posting

I know so many people who post literally everything on facebook. And they do it...for what? These statuses big me. Its like "on a date with my hubby. I love him so much" so. Was the date not good enough? Or did you have to make sure that everyone knows you love him? You...why does it matter to all 250 of your friends. The only person that needs to know you love him is...well...him. And Shouldn't you prove that you love him by giving your all to that person? Instead of bragging about it on facebook?


You are probably saying "I don't care what this person thinks" but then why do you care to post it to facebook (or twitter or whatever)? It can actually end up with broken hearts all around.
Divorce rates skyrocket as we advance in technology, and im positive there is a connection there.


Once I was at a restraunt and I saw what appeared to be a husband and wife. The husband was sitting there holding his wife's hand. And in her other hand She was on her smartphone. after half an hour he said something. And she just said she was chatting with someone. I watched him sit back and pay for the food. And she puts down her phone. They let the restraunt arguing.


As a photographer I find myself around a lot of places. I was downtown Charlevoix this past summer and I saw a Couple holding hands and being cute. I thought it was adorable. They kissed. and hugged after a while, but during the hug, the guy had is phone in his hand, looking at it around her back. I might be too quick to judge, but thats an awful thing.


Thats all i have to say.
-A conciderate human being