Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I Will Be Getting This Book


The Good Stuff - Here is the Official Description from The Publisher:

Sometimes, we fall in love on mission trips even though we know we’ll break up when we get back.

Sometimes, you have to shot block a friend’s prayer because she’s asking God to bless an obviously bad dating relationship.

Sometimes, you think, “I wish I had a t-shirt that said ‘I direct deposit my tithe’ so people wouldn’t judge me.”

Sometimes, the stuff that comes with faith is funny.

This is that stuff.

Jonathan Acuff’s Stuff Christians Like is your field guide to all things Christian. Like a satirical grenade, Acuff brings us the humor and honesty that galvanized 730,000 online readers from 209 countries in a new portable version. Welcome to the funny side of faith.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

No Glamour

A few months ago I was on a plane headed from Tampa to Dallas next to an all to perky lady who was so excited to be on her first business trip. As she began to tell me all that she did and how much fun she was going to have with all of her business travel she had ahead of her I had one thought . . . . SUCKER!

After my recent trip from which I just returned, I can assure you that there is no glamour in business travel. Need proof, here are some low-lights of my most recent trip:

12:15 am
Arrive in Boston and go stand out to wait for the Rental Car bus to bring me to the Alamo counter. Upon arriving at the counter, I am met with a less than enthusiastic "Far Side" character looking man who speaks with all of the volume of of a church whisper and then gets frustrated when I say excuse me because I did not here. Mr. Boombox and I finish our transaction and despite his frustration with my poor hearing he upgrades me to a mid-size. I walk out to get my mid-size and there are none. After some discussion and a few more "excuse me's" I am finally in my car and headed to my destination. Did I mention it was a PT Cruiser? More on this later.

Day 1
12:52 am
I drive all of 35 feet and come to the gated outpost where I must brandish the contract that was just issued to me. This is where I meet Dennis Leary's ugly kid brother who is obviously quote bitter that he has the third shift in the Alamo Car Rental check-out post. I deliver my license and contract and Smiles begins tapping on a keyboard which brings on a strings of "damn it's" and other obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Finally my silent prayers are met and human wit has overcome the key board, I receive my contract and license back and manage to pull out of the lot without any harm (I was afraid during the course of his near mental breakdown that the third shift bitterness may have overtaken him at some point and in his insane rage he would have snapped and I would be abducted and stuffed in his freezer).

1:04 am
I drive 450 feet and am met with a toll booth where I part with almost $4.00. I am informed this is for the privilege of using the tunnel and that it beats swimming. I am so tired by this point that while my mind is racing with a swarm of comments, most of which include "Dumb Ass", I reply with a weak smile, take my change and drive on.

1:27 am
I pull into the hotel and check-in explaining to the agent that the last time I checked in after midnight I was assessed a full room fee and a cancellation fee and I need assurances this won't happen again. The peach of a woman behind the desk, we will call her Connie, give me a look that tells me she is thinking of a swarm of comments, most of which include "Dumb Ass", but because she is to tired she simply gives a weak smile and says "ok". I get my key, am told the general direction of the elevator and off I go.

1:31am
Arrive at my door and get that red blinking light when pulling my key out that tells you its not working. I begin to think I am at the wrong door or perhaps the third shift man in the Alamo outpost beat me to the hotel and wants to stuff me in his freezer. After a rain dance to the gods of business travel, the key works, I dump my belongings and go to bed.

Day 2

7:00 am
Alarm goes off, words I learned just six hours before from the Alamo outpost man come screaming into my conscious thoughts as I reach for the snooze.

7:09am
Alarm again, this time the words are audible and I wonder why in the world do they make the snooze 9 minutes? Would it kill them to just go an even 10? I ponder this thought for awhile and the words "Dumb Ass" come to my mind and I am beginning to sense a trend.

7:10am - 6:42pm
Spend all day working in the hotel room because it is $600 cheaper for me to be there a day before my meetings than actually fly in this day. Why? I have no idea, ask the airlines and insert running theme here.

6:49pm
Sit down at the local Chili's bar for a salad and a chicken sandwich. It is there I meet Jim who just retired in October. We speak about our families, his career in electronics, politics, sports and other various topics. He asks me what I do and when I inform him I run a company with my brother he becomes exuberant and the next 30 minutes are me giving our corporate pitch to a man I know damn well has no intention of buying.

7:28pm
Mark sits down to my right at the bar, Jim, who is to my left introduces himself and me to Mark. I take advantage of a quick breath taken by Jim to inform Mark that Jim and I are not a couple and have met simply by coincidence. Jim catches his breath and finishes by informing Mark that I am a CEO of a company. I suddenly feel like a show&tell item, we make small talk but refuse to make eye contact. I am still not sure Mark believes my story and Jim & I.

7:54pm
I announce my departure, shake hands with Jim and Mark and tell them how delightful it was to meet them both and walk out the exit alone. Mark has to believe me now . . . . . doesn't he?

9:13pm
Trying to get the hotel iron cord untangled so I do not look like a wrinkled mess on the next day's presentation. Have a close call with burning myself, escape unscathed

9:52pm
Crawl into bed and after some time finally asleep

Day 3

7:01am
Alarm, I hit snooze

7:10am
I see it is indeed 7:10 and while I know its been nine minutes it feels like 10 and I feel some kind of satisfaction that I have just outwitted the programmers of the universal snooze button.

8:25am
Head off to Starbucks before I go to my conference, need a good boost and look forward to a Venti dose of caffeine. Pull into the Starbucks and my key will not come out of the ignition and the car won't turn off. I laugh, but its a nervous laugh, as I know I can't get my Starbucks as leaving a running car in the parking lot is not an option. I turn the key, I plead, I pray, I dance to the gods of travel and get nothing!

8:28am
I call Alamo Roadside Assistance and inform them of my plight including extra emphasis on my inability to get coffee. My assigned agent, we will call her Mikayla, has me run through all of the steps I went through just 3 minutes prior minus the dance. FAILURE!

9:18am
Second call with Mikayla where I inform her that due to my being due in a meeting I will leave the PT (stand for piece of trash) Cruiser (sorry Mr. Iacocca I know you worked hard by the PT Cruiser sucks) running in the Marriott parking lot. Mikayla informs me to lock all the doors except for the back door on the drivers side. Apparently car thieves are thrown way off when only one door, especially the back-side driver door is left open.

11:00am - 2:13pm
Fight the Marriott wireless network to get a connection. Flashbacks to the Alamo outpost man come storming back.

2:14pm
Success! Connection made!

2:15pm
Are you ^%$*&($# kidding me, where did the connection go?

2:17pm - 9:41pm
Presentation, Q&A, dinner

11:48pm
Watch the Yankees wrap-up the game and celebrate their 27th World Series Championship!

I guess travel is not all that bad

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

27!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Help For Those in Need





There is no doubt that we are a country that has more than enough in terms of food and material wealth. For more than 1 billion people world wide who live on less than $1 per day, our world is foreign and a fantasy land at best.

Today you have an opportunity to help the poor and hungry across our world by participating in the One Upgrade Aid campaign and asking the Senate to support a bill that will dramatically improve the accountability and quality of U.S. foreign assistance to benefit millions of the world's poorest people.

Please take a moment and sign the petition now and help reach the goal of 50,000 - http://one.org/us/upgradeaid/index.html?rc=upgradeaidtafmt


Monday, October 19, 2009

Bono's Op-Ed

The Following Op-Ed by Bono was published in the Sunday, October 18th NY Times

Rebranding America
By BONO

A FEW years ago, I accepted a Golden Globe award by barking out an expletive.
One imagines President Obama did the same when he heard about his Nobel, and not out of excitement.

When Mr. Obama takes the stage at Oslo City Hall this December, he won’t be the first sitting president to receive the peace prize, but he might be the most controversial. There’s a sense in some quarters of these not-so-United States that Norway, Europe and the World haven’t a clue about the real President Obama; instead, they fixate on a fantasy version of the president, a projection of what they hope and wish he is, and what they wish America to be.

Well, I happen to be European, and I can project with the best of them. So here’s why I think the virtual Obama is the real Obama, and why I think the man might deserve the hype. It starts with a quotation from a speech he gave at the United Nations last month: “We will support the Millennium Development Goals, and approach next year’s summit with a global plan to make them a reality. And we will set our sights on the eradication of extreme poverty in our time.”

They’re not my words, they’re your president’s. If they’re not familiar, it’s because they didn’t make many headlines. But for me, these 36 words are why I believe Mr. Obama could well be a force for peace and prosperity — if the words signal action.

The millennium goals, for those of you who don’t know, are a persistent nag of a noble, global compact. They’re a set of commitments we all made nine years ago whose goal is to halve extreme poverty by 2015. Barack Obama wasn’t there in 2000, but he’s there now. Indeed he’s gone further — all the way, in fact. Halve it, he says, then end it.

Many have spoken about the need for a rebranding of America. Rebrand, restart, reboot. In my view these 36 words, alongside the administration’s approach to fighting nuclear proliferation and climate change, improving relations in the Middle East and, by the way, creating jobs and providing health care at home, are rebranding in action. These new steps — and those 36 words — remind the world that America is not just a country but an idea, a great idea about opportunity for all and responsibility to your fellow man.

All right ... I don’t speak for the rest of the world. Sometimes I think I do — but as my bandmates will quickly (and loudly) point out, I don’t even speak for one small group of four musicians. But I will venture to say that in the farthest corners of the globe, the president’s words are more than a pop song people want to hear on the radio. They are lifelines.
In dangerous, clangorous times, the idea of America rings like a bell (see King, M. L., Jr., and Dylan, Bob). It hits a high note and sustains it without wearing on your nerves. (If only we all could.) This was the melody line of the Marshall Plan and it’s resonating again. Why? Because the world sees that America might just hold the keys to solving the three greatest threats we face on this planet: extreme poverty, extreme ideology and extreme climate change. The world senses that America, with renewed global support, might be better placed to defeat this axis of extremism with a new model of foreign policy.

It is a strangely unsettling feeling to realize that the largest Navy, the fastest Air Force, the fittest strike force, cannot fully protect us from the ghost that is terrorism .... Asymmetry is the key word from Kabul to Gaza .... Might is not right.

I think back to a phone call I got a couple of years ago from Gen. James Jones. At the time, he was retiring from the top job at NATO; the idea of a President Obama was a wild flight of the imagination. General Jones was curious about the work many of us were doing in economic development, and how smarter aid — embodied in initiatives like President George W. Bush’s Emergency Program for AIDS Relief and the Millennium Challenge Corporation — was beginning to save lives and change the game for many countries. Remember, this was a moment when America couldn’t get its cigarette lighted in polite European nations like Norway; but even then, in the developing world, the United States was still seen as a positive, even transformative, presence.

The general and I also found ourselves talking about what can happen when the three extremes — poverty, ideology and climate — come together. We found ourselves discussing the stretch of land that runs across the continent of Africa, just along the creeping sands of the Sahara — an area that includes Sudan and northern Nigeria. He also agreed that many people didn’t see that the Horn of Africa — the troubled region that encompasses Somalia and Ethiopia — is a classic case of the three extremes becoming an unholy trinity (I’m paraphrasing) and threatening peace and stability around the world.

The military man also offered me an equation. Stability = security + development.
In an asymmetrical war, he said, the emphasis had to be on making American foreign policy conform to that formula.

Enter Barack Obama.

If that last line still seems like a joke to you ... it may not for long. Mr. Obama has put together a team of people who believe in this equation. That includes the general himself, now at the National Security Council; the vice president, a former chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee; the Republican defense secretary; and a secretary of state, someone with a long record of championing the cause of women and girls living in poverty, who is now determined to revolutionize health and agriculture for the world’s poor. And it looks like the bipartisan coalition in Congress that accomplished so much in global development over the past eight years is still holding amid rancor on pretty much everything else. From a development perspective, you couldn’t dream up a better dream team to pursue peace in this way, to rebrand America.

The president said that he considered the peace prize a call to action. And in the fight against extreme poverty, it’s action, not intentions, that counts. That stirring sentence he uttered last month will ring hollow unless he returns to next year’s United Nations summit meeting with a meaningful, inclusive plan, one that gets results for the billion or more people living on less than $1 a day. Difficult. Very difficult. But doable. The Nobel Peace Prize is the rest of the world saying, “Don’t blow it.” But that’s not just directed at Mr. Obama. It’s directed at all of us. What the president promised was a “global plan,” not an American plan. The same is true on all the other issues that the Nobel committee cited, from nuclear disarmament to climate change — none of these things will yield to unilateral approaches. They’ll take international cooperation and American leadership.

The president has set himself, and the rest of us, no small task. That’s why America shouldn’t turn up its national nose at popularity contests. In the same week that Mr. Obama won the Nobel, the United States was ranked as the most admired country in the world, leapfrogging from seventh to the top of the Nation Brands Index survey — the biggest jump any country has ever made. Like the Nobel, this can be written off as meaningless ... a measure of Mr. Obama’s celebrity (and we know what people think of celebrities). But an America that’s tired of being the world’s policeman, and is too pinched to be the world’s philanthropist, could still be the world’s partner. And you can’t do that without being, well, loved. Here come the letters to the editor, but let me just say it: Americans are like singers — we just a little bit, kind of like to be loved. The British want to be admired; the Russians, feared; the French, envied. (The Irish, we just want to be listened to.) But the idea of America, from the very start, was supposed to be contagious enough to sweep up and enthrall the world. And it is. The world wants to believe in America again because the world needs to believe in America again. We need your ideas — your idea — at a time when the rest of the world is running out of them.

Bono, the lead singer of the band U2 and a co-founder of the advocacy group ONE and (Product)RED, is a contributing columnist for The Times.

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Friday, October 16, 2009

Hey Rush Take Some Responsibility

For years the conservative talk show host, Rush Limbaugh, has railed against any democrat who dare have a voice that differs from the right. For years he has proclaimed righteously and indignantly about being right and moral and what is good for America. Rush has on his show berated his foes for not taking the proper responsibility for their words and actions, but now he is refusing to do that himself.

Limbaugh, was recently part of an investment group looking to buy the NFL's St. Louis Ram's franchise. However, when concern from other NFL owners and executives surfaced about Limbaugh's participation, he was summarily dumped as part of that team. The concerns arose as a result of Limaugh's own statements in 2003 and 2007 that were derogatory towards African-Americans and namely Eagles quarterback Donovan McNaab.

Now that Limbaugh is on the outside looking in, he is doing a great job of blaming everyone but himself. Today on his show Limbaugh blamed everyone from DeMaurice Smith, head of the NFL Players Association, to Reverend Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, and of course President Obama (I am sure with all of the issues at hand, President Obama was deeply involved in throwing a monkey wrench into Rush's plans).

The one person Limbaugh has failed to blame here is himself. None of the men mentioned above were dismissed as analysts on ESPN for comments made about blacks in the NFL. None of the other men listed above posted comments on their website and made comments on their show comparing the black players in the NFL to gang members. Only Limbaugh himself made those comments and now that it is coming back to haunt him, the liberal media and the Presidents are to blame.

The truth is that the deal for Rush began to unravel when Jim Irsay and NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell both had misgivings about Limbaugh and his stake in any ownership. I can't imagine these two men having it out for Limbaugh? As a matter of fact a recent study showed that 70% of NFL owners contributions went to the Republican party, so spin as he may, Rush was shunned by his own and deservedly so.

Limbaugh has nobody to blame but himself and the attempt to turn this into a right versus left argument and discussion is shameless and much of what is wrong in this country and only adds to the uncivil tone in among our politicians. It is time for Rush to take responsibility for his past careless statements and realize that when you are in his role, more will be required and more will be closely examined.

Rush, you doomed yourself with your mouth and careless words. You have nobody to blame but yourself and like we were told when we were children, maybe now you have learned your lesson. This is not a political issue, this is an issue of you throwing a temper tantrum as you did not get what you wanted. Grow up and a little thought before speaking would not hurt in the future.


Monday, September 14, 2009

My Friend