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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Because Words Always End Up Failing Us...

I'm having a hard time even thinking of words for my trip to Guatemala.

So here is my description of it:

May your coffee be strong, your passions electric, and your laughter easy.


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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Find Balance? Or Surrender?

I leave for Guatemala tonight.

I'm headed there on a mission trip for nine days with my youth group and my dad.

I'm a control freak. Not a serious control freak, but just enough of a control freak that it's noticeable. That may be the reason that heading on a plane to Central America is freaking me out. I've been to Central America before (on a vacation to visit my relatives in Panama). But the situation was different. I was mentally prepared. It was a vacation, for Heaven's sake! It didn't need much preparation.

But this is not a vacation. This is very different. This is more akin to a spiritual cocoon. The outside world (and by that I mean the world in which I live and thrive - friends, family, Seattle, etc.) is getting shut and I'm going to be living in something very different. A little village in the middle of a Central American country is something I have yet to experience. A high-rise in Panama City is the closest I've been to Guatemala.


Now all of this might read like a lack of excitement. That's incorrect. I'm very excited. I'm just off-balance. I don't like to be off-balance. I'm one of those people who will fight tooth and nail to be on balance again. Try as I might, though, I can't find the balance right now.
So maybe that's a good thing. Maybe off-balance is the way I need to be to prepare for this trip. Maybe if I'm off-balance, things will happen that would not have happened to a Michael who was calm, cool, and in control.

I guess what this means is that significance is coming my way. I just erased almost every expectation for this trip. I have no expectations for this trip, save one:

I'm pretty sure a whole heaping ton of coffee grounds are getting dumped in that
spiritual mug of mine.
May your coffee be strong, your passions electric, and your laughter easy.

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P.S. If you read daily (which I doubt there are that many of you) I wouldn't check for posts for about ten days or so. I won't be blogging in Guatemala.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

405 & Freak-Outs

I have a permit. I got it in May, and I thought, at the time of course, it was a blessing from the highest levels of the holy. I drove around in a parking lot or two, did a few quick neighborhood trips....and then....

Parents are funny. You think you have them all figured out. I mean you've lived with them for fifteen, sixteen, sixty-two years right? Wrong. You know nothing about them. For instance, I had no idea my mother believed that there is a brake on the dash board...on the passenger side... I don't think there actually is a brake there, but it doesn't stop her from leaning back in her seat and pumping it while yelling directions in a high-pitched, we're-going-to-die kind of voice.

My dad is also fun to drive with. He gets all comfy and cranks music I detest and sings along. So here I am, freaking out about the road, and there he is - practicing for an American Idol audition he is much too old for.

And you know the kicker? I mean the real injustice here? I'm actually a decent driver. They say that all the time (when they're not singing their hearts out or beating the living shabooly out of the dashboard). Oh, yes - sweet freaking out.

Not that I don't freak out too. I do. ANYWAY, yesterday was my first excursion on the 405 during rush hour. The 90 was a piece o'cake and then we merged...dun...dun...DUH. Actually, it wasn't that bad. And my mother, to her credit, was relaxed as Barbie during heart surgery. I was singing along to Jack Johnson when I wasn't gritting my teeth into oblivion.
The moral for today: have someone else's parents teach you how to drive.

Love you Mom and Dad!

May your coffee be strong, your passions electric, and your laughter easy.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Happy Fifth of July!

Sometimes, and by sometimes I mean after every holiday, I feel like we should celebrate those sad little December 26ths, November 1sts, and of course, July 5ths. The day after a holiday is one of the most depressing and horrendously boring days of the year. You'd think that holiday bliss extends to the next day. It doesn't. If you want proof, look at the number of times I've logged on and off Facebook today.

After the bright, glowing explosion of fireworks last night, I feel like today is a cacophony of rigid lines and harshly realistic angles. It's a parade of humdrum, homey activities. "ow many times do you need to clean the kitchen, Mom?"

"It's July 5th, honey - as many times as I want."


Now don't get me wrong - holidays are a necessity. But can we (please!) just erase December 26th, November 1st, and July 5th from the calendar?

Thanks, Father Time.

May your coffee be strong, your passions electric, and your laughter easy.

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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Welcome to Stronger Coffee!

Hello! Welcome to Stronger Coffee, a blog about life, love, and living for espresso.

I created this blog originally on a blogging website called Tumblr. If you would like to access the Tumblr blog go to:
I highly reccommend looking there as well as here.

For now, I'll leave you with my philosophy on life:

I believe that this life is one big pot of java. I also believe that things
like passion for what you're doing, love for the people you're with, and belief
in something larger than yourself make it stronger.
Have a cup with me.

May your coffee be strong, your passions electric, and your laughter easy.