Guess what! National Geographic–you know, that one magazine we all grew up reading and loving–has a photography section in their site, and included are amazing background wallpapers for your computer! Super sweet, like this black and white one of a white wolf (link). Head over there and check it out, and leave a comment about how stinking awesome this picture is.
Also, I’ve moved my blog (just in case you didn’t already know. I’m posting here to for the next month, but will stop in February. Subscribe to the new blog site!)
[Note: This post is not a statement or a declaration of how something should be done. Every circumstance is different, and every person has different gifts. This is simply my perspective and reaction to a certain event.]
There are times when you don’t see it coming. Tonight was one of those nights.
Tanya and I were at Zootown (a local coffee shop) putting together our wedding invitations. The whole table was full of our material: our neatly stacked cards fallen prey to hasty hands; the engagement pictures stacked high and about ready to fall off their makeshift stand; three precariously balanced stacks of completed invites just waiting for a push over the edge of the coffee table.
It was in this setting that I heard the door to the coffee shop open. I was busy in our efficient cycle of order, stack, place, tie-knot, slide-into-envelope, but that didn’t keep me from feeling a shift in the atmosphere. At first, I didn’t think anything of it (it is only as I write this that I remember thinking something was off).
Glancing up, and incorrectly expecting to look back down, a short and stout Native American was standing there walking toward me. A black winter cap and an over-sized coat with stains told me he probably wasn’t very concerned about his appearance. It’s interesting how much we assume based on our first impressions, though.
Read the rest of the post at my new blog site!
I recently discovered that WordPress.com is now including ads as a revenue stream into user blogs. Of course, I found out that this only happens if you are not logged in (so you guys won’t see it if you are fellow WordPress users), so I’m not really angry with it.
But it did prompt me to create a sub-domain and install WordPress as a self-hosted CMS. While I’ve been a little weary to do this in the past (since it pulls me out of the integrated WordPress.com community), I feel okay with it. The reason? You can still follow it just like if I was on WordPress.com (though you’ll have to subscribe again by going to the page or subscribing to the feedburner feed). Plus, it gives me the control over theming that I just don’t have at WordPress.com and for no additional cost.
You can find my new location over at blog.calvinkoepke.com. I’d love to see you over there and don’t forget about me!
Do you have thoughts about this? Think it’s absolutely absurd? Share your thoughts in the comments.
Frigid cold air, and unending snow are describing this year’s January winter. I always remember January being extremely dry and arid, with biting wind chills that would freeze anything twice over when compared to a kitchen freezer.
For some, it’s a time of dreary lagging, when time seems to slow to nearly no time at all. We all desire the warmth of the sun and the smell of melting snow. But for some reason, we are this way with every season; always longing for the next. As if the one we are in was too long and we are ready to move on.
As my wedding gets closer, I can relate. I want so much to be in the ‘next season’ of life, that I can hardly stop thinking about the shortest description of the time left until the wedding day (8 weeks seems a lot less than 54 days).
But as I think about it, there are many treasures sitting in front of me, even in the midst of this ‘January’. I get to pick up our invitations today form the print shop, for example. My night will be filled with a cup of chai tea and the fellowship of friends as we put all of them together (hopefully they actually do get done today!), and that is something worth waiting for and even through.
As my mom so tenderly told me, “Cherish this time before it’s over Calvin. It’ll be a most fond memory of yours.” I plan to do my best at that, knowing that spring is only a couple short months away.
I woke this morning to the biting wind of an autumn morning. That’s right, not winter. It’s January 8th, but the seasons are changing and, like Montana has a knack for doing, the weather is all confused. I walked out to my car and the first thing I realized was the rain and humidity. The ground was slippery with wet snow, and my breath wasn’t as foggy as it was two days ago when it was in the 20′s. How quickly the weather changes.
And as I drove to work I began to realize that the weather wasn’t the only thing changing. I realized that I had been changed for the last 9 months, and in the best way possible. Dating the most amazing girl ever has been as equally stretching on the part of my character; causing me to grow and change in ways that are better for not only her, but me as well.
And as I gripped the steering wheel to take a right, I began to see that I was not only driving to work, but to a new season in life.
I’m getting married in March (the 9th, to be exact), and my life will transition from one of taking care of me to taking care of her. Of course, I’ve been taking care of her more and more since we started dating, and even more so since we got engaged. But that’s the transition I’m talking about. Over the last 9 months I’ve been driving from the country of Self to the country of Other, and it’s been the best transition of my life.
There’s been tears, laughter, conviction, mistakes, and love. I’ve been driving on a road that was bumpy at first, but that has slowly made it’s way to a smooth ride (aside from the occasional pot hole). And now, more than ever, I’m ready to arrive…and stay with that girl I met at my friends house for the rest of my life.