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Today I have worked on a lot of projects:;

1. 23 new T-shirt ideas
2. Coffee Shop
3. NoMoHo.org
4. Advertising promotions for LifeTeen
5. Matt Maher’s CD cover
6. Custom paint and graphics for a bicycle for Candyce
7. Coffee cup (to-go) graphics
8. Dad’s business card
9. An all new kitchen
10. A new mantle for my fireplace and built-in shelves
11. Remodel my den, dining room, and living room.
12. A Kustom Krome Lay Z Boy (you heard me)
13. My trees
14. My side yard to make it look more Santa Fe
15. A;chopper motorcycle

It all started after Mass tonight Candyce came over and we watched a documentary on Jesse James special on the Discovery Channel. He builds custom motorcycles in California. I was really sad to know he and his wife were getting a divorce. He’s not a grease-monkey, but a motorcycle rock star. As a fan of his work, I feel connected to him.

I watched the “American Hot Rod” premier tonight. I love hot rods, but Boyd Coddington seems like a prick. I’ve admired his work since I was a little kid, but I’d never want to hang out with him.

If I weren’t so tired, I’d write more about my hot rod lazy boy.

I am at Seattle Espresso visiting Candyce in the last few hours of her shift. I was planning on typing journals the whole time, but I leaned against the counter and flirted. I feel like such a local. I am happy being Candyce’s boyfriend. I worked hard tonight to be able to come over and see her. It’s going to be a good night.

I still have adrenaline pumping through my veins. It’s been weeks since I got back from shooting the Challenge for MTV. That was some intense stuff. I am hungry for more adventure. I feel pretty average and unexciting right now.

It started this morning when a radio preacher man talked about how we have a generation of disappointed young people. Television promised action, passion, and excitement in our lives. Real life is not like a sitcom, movie, or even a reality show. (I’d be the first to know.) He went on to admit that most of life is pretty boring, doing the same thing over and over again. It’s not bad, it’s just not what TV promised.

But still, I want adventure.

I think about the most brutal adventures: climbing Mt. Everest, bull fighting, and flying your own jet. I should just quit this life and do that. But even getting to those adventures takes a lot of boring preparation. Climbers have to learn how to tie knots, bull fighters wait while the bull takes a dumb, and a pilot has to iron his flight suit.

I should try something different–even more wild. I could hop trains, pick fights, and jump off of buildings. I’d hitchhike. But that’s dreaming too. What happens when after three days a train doesn’t pass by? Or when I get beat up at a truck stop? Or arrested before I get to jump? That’s no pure adventure.

To really live adventure like we’ve been promised, you have to make a habit of flirting with death. A lot of people die that way. The adventure stops right there.

I have about 650 journals here on this site. Many of them are about adventures in fame, traveling, and creativity. A lot of it is the same thing over and over. But each journal is really about my deep desire to spread the Love of God. That’s what I do. This is who I am. This could very well kill me.

This is an adventure I am willing to take.

Matt Maher is a really good singer/songwriter. I am honored to be art-directing the packaging for his new album. It’s going to be a big job and a lot of work, but there’s such potential to share the love of God through his music. You can’t hear the music by looking at the CD cover, but it can entice you to listen. Then I let Matt Maher do his thing.

I found a super-talented young illustrator on the Internet. A few months I revisited his site (for inspiration) and realized he is local. So I sent the link to Matt M. Six hours later, we were sitting down planning the cover art for the CD. I feel like a big kid. It’s so exciting to see ideas come together and get out there.

When you are raised in a small town, you get to watch the world on television, but you never get to play in it. It’s not like that for me anymore. Yeah I’ve been on TV a lot, but that’s not what I am talking about. That’s fun, but making something with my own hands and watching it fly away. That is pure joy.

I am so excited I could do a backflip! Woo hooooooooo!

(Now that I typed that, could read “whoa ho.” For the record, that’s not what I was saying.)

So we are in the middle of this gas crisis in Phoenix. A gasoline pipe broke on it’s way up from Tuscan, and now all hell has broken loose. Most gas stations don’t have gas. Those who do have liquid gold, charge $2.99+ per gallon. In high school, I remember gas in Georgia being $.72. So there are lines backed up for hours at each gas station.

Luckily, I brought my computer from the studio so I could work at home.

I’m taking an hour off for lunch. I’ve been working around the clock. After four years of snubbing flash, I’ve decided to pick it up.

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The only way I could fall asleep was by slapping myself. You see, I’d been using Macromedia Flash all day. It’s software you use to make cool motion graphics on the Internet. Every time I got comfy in the sheets, I could only think in “Flash.” Normally my thoughts are like watching a movie, but last night it was a big computer monitor and Flash Flash Flash. It was stressing me out.

I got up and did some push-ups. I laid for another 10 minutes…still thinking in Flash. So whenever I a Flash thought came up, I slapped myself. Like a real slap…I was mad. I estimate it was thirty slaps before I fell asleep.

Damn these computers.