The overarching theme that overshadows every post in this blog is this: it is not for you. It is for posterity. Regardless of whether I ever meet them, I’d like to offer them insight. Just as I have been writing letters to my daughter for the past 16 years, I am now writing to my grandchildren. What I wouldn’t give to sit with departed loved ones one more time, or hear from those I never had the privilege to meet, such as my late father-in-law. I also firmly reject the philosophy that “It takes a whole village to raise a child” because I believe my children need to hear our voices alone; they’ll hear enough from everyone else throughout the years. Thus, my hope is that as a forebear, I will impact my own posterity for generations to come. Why?

Because the results of my experience in this age is the natural and rightful heritage of those who labor in the same field of life in succeeding ages, and should be used by them. No individual of the current age can wisely ignore the results wrought by past generations and strike out for totally independent and original conclusions on all fronts. Instead, they should become familiar as far as possible with what has previously been accomplished…the commentaries from the past form a very essential part for good insight in the future.

 

 

There are few things so nauseating as this culture’s obsession with themselves. Poorly-veiled narcissism pervades endless social media posts with tag lines like, “What’s your favorite memory of me?” or questionnaires gleefully answered by people unduly preoccupied with themselves. In these times, people seem to believe they must be their own trumpeters since the world esteems a man in proportion to how he esteems himself. Everyone’s favorite topic is without question, themselves. I’d like to avoid that, so here are the basics:

Because of my background in government and seminary (Johns Hopkins/Dallas Theological), I like to engage the very two topics your parents warned against discussing in polite conversation: religion and politics.

I work as an international, independently contracted federal investigator, therefore the views expressed in this blog are solely mine and not necessarily those of any federal agency or USG.

I’ve been a fashion/commercial model for 18 years, and I enjoy collaborating with photographers, designers, and artists to bring their visions to life.

I’m married to a warrior poet who is my best friend. We move frequently, and this allows for good installments to an adventurous, well-lived life.

We have a precious college-aged daughter and an exuberant toddler tater tot who keeps us on our toes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is not my intention to merely express yet another opinion, which I once heard a WSJ author perfectly describe as “products of intellectual flatulence”-meaning, they relieve the one giving vent to them, but pollute the intellectual air of others. Instead, this is my way to connect with posterity through words from a forgone era.

If you’d like to tag along with the ho-hum of daily life, feel free below:

 

 

There are few things so nauseating as this culture’s obsession with themselves. Poorly-veiled narcissism pervades endless social media posts with tag lines like, “What’s your favorite memory of me?” or questionnaires gleefully answered by people unduly preoccupied with themselves. In these times, people seem to believe they must be their own trumpeters since the world esteems a man in proportion to how he esteems himself. Everyone’s favorite topic is without question, themselves. I’d like to avoid that, so here are the basics:

Because of my background in government and seminary (Johns Hopkins/Dallas Theological), I like to engage the very two topics your parents warned against discussing in any polite setting: religion and politics.

I work as an international, independently contracted federal investigator, therefore the views expressed in this blog are solely mine and not necessarily those of any federal agency or USG.

I’ve been a fashion/commercial model for 18 years, and I enjoy collaborating with photographers, designers, and artists to bring their visions to life.

I’m married to a warrior poet who is my best friend. We move frequently, and this allows for good installments to an adventurous, well-lived life.

We have a precious college-aged daughter and an exuberant toddler tater tot who keeps us on our toes.

The overarching theme that overshadows every post in this blog is this: it is not for you. It is for my posterity. Regardless of whether I ever meet them, I’d like to offer them insight. Just as I have been writing letters to my daughter for the past 16 years, I am now writing to my grandchildren. What I wouldn’t give to sit with departed loved ones one more time, or hear from those I never had the privilege to meet, such as my late father-in-law. I also firmly reject the philosophy that “It takes a whole village to raise a child” because I believe my child needs to hear our voices alone; she’ll hear enough from everyone else throughout the years. Thus, my hope is that as a forebear, I will impact my own posterity for generations to come. Why?

Because the results of my experience in this age is the natural and rightful heritage of those who labor in the same field of life in succeeding ages, and should be used by them. No individual of the current age can wisely ignore the results wrought by past generations and strike out for totally independent and original conclusions on all fronts. Instead, they should become familiar as far as possible with what has previously been accomplished…the commentaries from the past form a very essential part for good insight in the future.

It is not my intention to merely express yet another opinion, which I once heard a WSJ author perfectly describe as “products of intellectual flatulence,” -meaning, they relieve the one giving vent to them, but pollute the intellectual air of others. Instead, this is my way to connect with my posterity through words from a forgone era.

If you’d like to tag along with the ho-hum of daily life, feel free below.