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Some pictures

August 17, 2010

This spring, I went on a roadtrip to Los Angeles. unfortunately, I coudln’t find my camera after our pit-stop in Las Vegas, so all of my pictures are up to that point. i just found my camera a few weeks ago and figured I’d pass along some of our shenanigans.

Enjoy

risky:

the view:

Impeccable style (notice the flip flops+black socks)

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Distraction

August 12, 2010

I find it interesting how the moment I sit down at my desk, I am bombarded with distractions. 99% of these distractions are rooted in the computer screen sitting in front of me. As soon as I sit, I think “I need to check my RSS, Twitter, Facebook, Message Boards, and Bank Account”. Meanwhile, my moleskin is sitting right next to me just begging to be written in. Sometimes these distractions even pour into my work productivity. I am aware that it’s somewhat ironic that I am “blogging” about this issue.

The point is, sometimes I need to make a conscious effort to re-prioritize my life and what’s important to me. Is it more important for me to check Facebook or be creative? Is it more important for me to read the latest RSS update or serve my customers at the job I am blessed to have.

Lately, it feels like I need to remind myself of this daily.

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Free Musica!

July 16, 2010

Sorry for posting so much about my new project, the kentucky street parlor pickers. I just wanted to let you know you can download all 6 tracks of the ep we’ve recorded for free here:

http://soundcloud.com/kentucky-parlor-pickers

Also don’t forget to add us on facebook. Just search for “kentucky street parlor pickers”

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Outpouring Thoughts

July 12, 2010

This past weekend you laid your head on my shoulder as we were speeding down the busy highway. The lines and dots on the road made a rhythm to the folk music we were listening to. As your freckled forehead rested gently on my collar bone, I thought of growing old with you. This, however, was not romantic. I thought of getting Alzheimer’s and saying cross things to you. I thought of having to clean up after your accidents. The sacred act of you clipping my toenails when my back no longer allows me to reach them.

Perhaps this is not how it will be at all. I’d like to imagine the cool breeze floating through the open windows of our breakfast nook. The smell of honey and oats is sinking into our nostrils. My pinpoint collared shirt tucked firmly into my madras patterned pants. Your posture is remarkable for your age and there is a certain grace in your small aging hands.

These are the pointless thoughts that run through my broken head. I should simply breathe easy and let my mind be silent as J. Tillman sings to the rhythm of the dotted highway lines.

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Kentucky Street Parlor Pickers

July 9, 2010

We now have an official facebook page, complete with mp3s, videos and other propaganda! Please friend us and have a listen:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kentucky-Street-Parlor-Pickers/

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Inspired

July 6, 2010
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Must Read.

July 1, 2010

God is not a propositional statement or a dogma. He is a being. You are a being. Beings are those who engage in a relationship of knowing and being known – this is anything but logical.

It is knowing that speaks of intimacy

It is ripping open your insides and letting God and others have a look. It is being real about your foibles, brokenness, wounds, sinfulness, and rejoicing in God’s grace, mercy, healing, and hope. Intimacy is when we stop pretending to be that or that and live out of who we truly are. It is living more fully in the identity that God has given to you. It is diving headfirst with wild, reckless abandon into God’s all consuming love, and drowning in it.

Intimacy is much more daunting and scary than calculated systematic thinking. Perhaps this is why we have fallen to the latter, it is just easier to stay there. Maybe this is the wide road.

Michael Hidalgo