As a non practicing Catholic, I always feel slightly guilty around Easter and Christmas. Right now, at this very moment, I'm drinking coffee, eating some toast with raspberry jam and have my feet up on my couch. I should probably be in church. Oddly, I observe Lent. I always have. But yet I skip church on Sunday.
If there was any a Easter for me to be at the Basilica, it would be today. We have a new pope. Which in the Catholic world, is a pretty big deal. But I'm more content with blogging about random ass things, going to the gym and browsing the Internet. I'm the worst kind of Catholic.
I'm not 100% sure where my faith went stray. Probably sometime during junior high school. My parents were obviously raised strong Catholics, but never made me go to church. Mostly because they didn't attend themselves. I think they felt they paid their dues during Catholic school or something. So needless to say, I never made it a priority. Living across the street from a church, lent itself to easy come, easy go. So I would drift in and out during random Sundays. But I found myself more preoccupied with things like graffiti, sleeping in and riding my bike.
But as I sit here looking at my kid, I wonder what I'll do with him? I doubt I would ever push any kind of religion on him, but I also want to provide him with some guardrails in life. But it's hard to say "Observe Lent because the bible says so", but then also saying that I feel the bible is flawed in it's verbiage of marriage. We can't pick and choose what sentences to model our lives after when it's convenient.
In unrelated news, it is starting to finally get nice out. My bike is all prepped for when this snow is gone I'm super excited. And I can't wait for the Cubs to start playing again.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Better Than Ezra
Remember that band? They had that one good jam called "Good". Loved that song...
Anywho. I got into a great discussion with a friend yesterday over lists. We love lists: Who is the best basketball player ever, what was the greatest movie ever, etc... We live for lists. We love to organize and prioritize for some reason. But it got us thinking - what are the best things in life (from only my perspective)? So I thought I would put together the Jon B list or random ass things. Most people who don't know me, probably won't understand this, but that's ok.
Best movie:
1. Goodfellas. My all time favorite
2. Do The Right Thing
3. Clerks
4. Caddyshack
5. Full Medal Jacket
Best TV Series:
1. The Wire
2. The Sopranos
3. Mad Men
4. OZ
5. Tie: Parks & Rec/New Girl (both could change, as they are super new)
Best flavor of bubble gum
1. Bubble gum
2. There are no other flavors
Worst ideas for a blog:
1. A blog about lists. I've already lost interest, so I'll end here...
Anywho. I got into a great discussion with a friend yesterday over lists. We love lists: Who is the best basketball player ever, what was the greatest movie ever, etc... We live for lists. We love to organize and prioritize for some reason. But it got us thinking - what are the best things in life (from only my perspective)? So I thought I would put together the Jon B list or random ass things. Most people who don't know me, probably won't understand this, but that's ok.
Best movie:
1. Goodfellas. My all time favorite
2. Do The Right Thing
3. Clerks
4. Caddyshack
5. Full Medal Jacket
Best TV Series:
1. The Wire
2. The Sopranos
3. Mad Men
4. OZ
5. Tie: Parks & Rec/New Girl (both could change, as they are super new)
Best flavor of bubble gum
1. Bubble gum
2. There are no other flavors
Worst ideas for a blog:
1. A blog about lists. I've already lost interest, so I'll end here...
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Free Time. Oh I've missed you
Since having a kid, I get little to no free time. Except for times like right now when he's snoozing in his rocker. #dadprobs.
It's hard not to be somewhat resentful at the fact that I can't do anything for myself these days. For instance, I've been trying to start writing another book. But to actually get a few hours to do it doesn't exactly come easy. Last year, I tried to learn how to play the guitar. I've gotten decent, but I haven't picked it up in almost 2 months. Time with friends is out the window. Mostly because my friends are so random, just getting together for a beer and some shenanigans is no longer a monthly occurrence. Photography used to be one of my greatest pleasures. But I can't exactly go wandering the streets on a photog walk at random anymore.
People keep telling me it will get easier. I hope so. I feel like I've stopped growing as a human. I used to take great enjoyment in trying and experiencing new things. Now, my new things are seen through the eyes of my son. This post wasn't meant to sound selfish, though I feel like I'm feeling a little bit of that these days.
But I do pride myself on my ability to change, swaddle and repeat without fail these days. Will I one day become the Adam Breverman of Minneapolis? Possibly, though I fancy myself a little more of a Phil Dunphy.
It's hard not to be somewhat resentful at the fact that I can't do anything for myself these days. For instance, I've been trying to start writing another book. But to actually get a few hours to do it doesn't exactly come easy. Last year, I tried to learn how to play the guitar. I've gotten decent, but I haven't picked it up in almost 2 months. Time with friends is out the window. Mostly because my friends are so random, just getting together for a beer and some shenanigans is no longer a monthly occurrence. Photography used to be one of my greatest pleasures. But I can't exactly go wandering the streets on a photog walk at random anymore.
People keep telling me it will get easier. I hope so. I feel like I've stopped growing as a human. I used to take great enjoyment in trying and experiencing new things. Now, my new things are seen through the eyes of my son. This post wasn't meant to sound selfish, though I feel like I'm feeling a little bit of that these days.
But I do pride myself on my ability to change, swaddle and repeat without fail these days. Will I one day become the Adam Breverman of Minneapolis? Possibly, though I fancy myself a little more of a Phil Dunphy.
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