North and South

I would like to highlight an err in reasoning on my part that occurred today.

"Is Wellington south of us?" asked one of my coworkers.

"Yes," I replied.


I try to be a thinker, and if I had to pick just one thing that separated thinkers from non-thinkers; it would be that thinkers think, and non-thinkers non-think. I have put alot of thought into thinking lately, and had many thoughtful, thought-provoking, well-thought out thoughts about what I think is a forgotten thought-process (I think). Thinkers never accept things at face-value (especially since most of them have acne, which dramatically reduces their face-value to about 27.3). I accepted this north/south issue at face-value. What was I thinking?

There is no correct answer when asked about the cardinal directions, meaning compass directions--not "Ya sed that red burd waz ware?" directions. Our north is someone else's south. So the next time I'm asked if Wellington is south of me, I'm going to be a thinker and answer their question with another question:

"Well, what is North? And what is South?"

Will they think I'm obnoxious?

Maybe, but at least I won't be lying to them.

"I can quote things," he said

I noticed recently that I am very observant.

Whoa, hang on, that makes it true, right? I know a self-validating hypothesis when I see one, and that one is so conspicuous it might as well be wearing hunter orange.

Speaking of hunter orange, I took a 12-point buck recently with a bow. Pictures and video are pending.
Peace out

MRI (Mostly Really Incarcerating)

I'm pretty sure I know what a piece of copy paper feels like.





I have injured my left knee...again. This makes number three in two years. I thought they fixed it last time when they ripped a pre-owned ACL out of some dead guy and gave it to me, but apparently not (Don't let my misfortune dissuade you from becoming a donor).
The best part about knee injuries happens right before the injury. You know, the part where you're scampering happily down the football field, thinking, "This is so fun and safe." Then all hell, in conjunction with their corresponding ligaments, breaks loose and you hit the dirt.
The inevitable MRI occurred earlier this week. I had forgotten how much I dislike MRI's. All the buzzing, clanking, whirring, snapping, and--at least in my case--screaming that accompanies the procedure makes you feel like you're driving a 2009 Chrysler...well...anything really.
Can anyone relate? If you've ever been locked inside a Xerox machine, you have a pretty good idea. It's hotter than two field mice doing it in a wool sock in July in there, and you don't even get mouse-babies out of the deal. You get a picture of smeared, staticky, steak shards. And after all this, the doctor will say, "Well, the initial examination has proven inconclusive as to your actual condition. We're going to need to do a CT scan..."
Forget that, man. I'm doing my own scans from now on. Anyone have a used copier I can borrow?

I can pay you in mouse-babies.

My Youtube channel

Hey folks, my new Flip camera has begun to yield some interesting videos, and there are many more to come.
Be sure to check it out occasionally
youtube.com/suzukityler

Some things never change

It never fails.


Just when you think Disappointment has beat you down to never rise again,
You are at what seems to be your penultimate failure,
You are about to throw up your arms and say, "Joy is lost. I am beaten."

It is at that crucial moment that the Lord, who is abounding in mercy, will send his messengers of Joy to remind you of a few things: He is still there, Joy is still a possibility, and you're not as bad off as you train your mind to think you are.
Last night this happened to me. His messengers were my best friends, Teddy and Samuel.
Ted, Sam, and I have been through alot. There are things about each of us that annoy the other two, but there are far more things we just can't get enough of. We all alternate being the funniest person in the room and then being the best laugher in the room.
In the good old days, we would hang out every night. Ping-pong, Tennis, FIFA, Basketball, Golf, Football, Writing, Careers (the board game), Parkour, Spelunking, Entrepenuership, and Cinematography are just a few of the hobbies that we have shared.
I had begun to think those days had melted away with our childhood, but old habits die hard.
"We gonna hang out tonight?" Teddy asked.
"Absolutely," I replied.
"Sweet. Meet me at Sam's house. You bring the cigars."

We ate ice cream, smoked cigars, and laughed until we were all so exhausted that we absolutely had to stop.

Thanks guys; I needed that.
Let's do it again soon

Suzuki of Wichita: Fun for All Ages!!

His best finish was 6th out of 10. I aspire to be this man.

Czech out the fish!

Okay, two things today.


1.
I have a friend who is a park ranger in Colorado. He told me during his time there three men have been eaten by bears (well, what else would you get eaten by in Colorado, a shark?). The men who got eaten were camping there on vacation; one was a Czech, and the other two were Italians. Apparently, a male and female bear of the grizzly persuasion broke (more like tore) into their tent in the middle of the night and ate them. My friend the park ranger told me that the female ate the Italians, but the Czech was in the male.

B.
I have a new gadget! The fish will chase your mouse around until you click some fish food on them. Well, I hope it's fish food, it could be bear food. Either way, just bear with me and czech out the fish!

Yesterday 20 cooporate execs from the American Suzuki Motor Coorporation came to our dealership to treat us to lunch and present us with a trophy. That's what they claimed, anyway. What they really came down for was to try and find out how we can sell more cars in Wichita, KS than anyone in any of their other 350 dealerships spread throughout the country. They followed our president around for a couple hours and took notes. THE PEOPLE WHO OWN AND RUN SUZUKI! TOOK NOTES!
Normally note-taking wouldn't excite me this much (exception: Last week when Tiger followed me around Echo Hills and took notes). However, these were not ordinary people like you and I; these were Japanese people. The only reason Japan has taken notes about anything in our country before was to AVOID recreating anything we do (I promise, I talked to Itchykawasakininja about it yesterday).
But then something even better happened: I went with my favorite coach to Emporia and played a round of golf in the best golfing weather possible.
Head of a multi-billion dollar industry vs. golfing with grandpa?

Not even a contest; especially since he got me a Jamocha shake afterwards.
Oh, and I saw this massive spider on one of the greens:

Blessing my socks off

I haven’t posted in a while. Suzuki has me pretty busy, which is a change of pace. Ehh, it’s actually not a change of pace. It’s more like an addition of a pace, because I was pace-free in the oilfield. Now I’m hard pressed and am forced to pace myself to keep up the pace; all while trying to continually pick up the Pace™.
I have sold a few cars. Ehh, I actually haven’t sold any cars (just bear with me while I keep lying to you and then telling you the truth). These cars sell themselves; they are awesome. What a blessing to show people cars that I actually believe in under a system that is pressure-free (and fast-paced) and work with men that I genuinely enjoy and respect. #notetoself: Try to figure out why the top Suzuki dealership in the USA actually hired me#.
God has really been blessing my socks off. It’s fine, now, but towards the end of November and the beginning of December I’m going to need my socks, so He will need to bless something else off of me (Lord, might I submit sneezes as a possible option? Could you bless my sneezes off?)
Peace out

Training

Today I am training with a master: Randolph Warren. This man knows the Lord, knows people, knows cars, and knows how to work. I am ABSOLUTELY excited. He holds the all-time record for total cars sold in one month here at Suzuki (35.5). He also makes exponentially more phone calls and sends more personal letters than any other salesman.
To begin, he told me he had three questions:
First, What is my motivation for being here?
I said to pursue the will of the Lord in my career by developing life-changing relationships.

Secondly, he asked what HE could do to best help me.
I said I wanted him to teach me how to interact with people like he does (EVERYONE likes Randolph) and to teach me how to work 125% all day like he does.

That work ethic is why we never got to the third question; he is helping a customer.

I'm looking forward to being educated by the best car and people people in the business.

New Truth

After a rather thought-provoking conversation with a very good friend today, something has been revealed to my mind. I trust this friend to know me implicitly, and have given them absolute access to speak anything into my life that they feel would be appropriate. The topic of intelligence arose, and I petitioned a rating. After scoring pretty well on their scale, I felt good enough about myself to make one further interrogation. "Maybe," I said, "but do you think I am wise?" The answer is a breath of fresh air now, but seemed like a punch to the gut at the time.

They said they felt like I have a lot of wisdom, but (unfortunately) it's mostly stored-up wisdom.

I don't know if you understand the implications of that statement, so let me define it for you: Wisdom withheld begets increasing ignorance.
Before I go any farther I should point out that I in no way disagree with their analysis of my life. In fact, it's the most truthful observation anyone has made about me in quite a while (beside the statement someone made yesterday about my car looking like it was missing a front tooth). Like I said, this person really knows me.

So let's talk about wisdom.
Wisdom is not static. It's not the measles, meaning you don't just get it once and then you never have to worry about it again. Proverbs says, "Buy the truth and do not sell it..." That particular book of the Bible is awash with sayings about wisdom, but I really like that one.
I know, that verse doesn't even have the word 'wisdom' in it; however, I submit that truth and wisdom are cousins in meaning. Wisdom is an extension of the Truth with the addition of one crucial factor--action.

So, [readers], if you accept my words...
turning your ear to wisdom
and applying your heart to understanding,
and if you call out for insight
and cry aloud for understanding,
and if you look for it as for silver
and search for it as for hidden treasure,
then you will understand the fear of the LORD
and find the knowledge of God. Proverbs 2:1-5 NIV

Wisdom is what I plan on searching for today. Thank you, friend, you are very dear to me.
Have a great day, folks. It will be whatever you make it.

Korea's story

I recently visited the Kansas City chapter of my reading audience. Incidentally, KC is where approximately 50% of the six people that read this blog reside.
While I was there, I had the pleasure of meeting one of my most devout readers. Her name was Korea (name changed to protect the mostly innocent except for alcohol abuse), and she had subscribed to my RSS feed through Google Reader. Korea's patronage touched me more than any of my other followers, because it took them all of ten seconds to check my blog: Click, click, read, done.

Not so with Korea.

She sported a very old, very tired laptop that buzzed, clanked, and smoked more than Chitty Chitty Bang Bang filled with diesel. With her laptop, it takes approximately twenty minutes to get to Says Ray.
“Twenty MINUTES!” exclaims the average American. “Why, in twenty minutes I can check my email, check my reader, check the weather, check and double check my checking account, post on my blog, post on my wall, post up for a pick-and-roll, twit my tweets (heh, heh), youtube the “Mother’s Day” skit (do it), AND spend the remaining fifteen minutes at addictinggames.com.”

Poor Korea, she has only heard glorious stories about all those magical places. She can’t visit them on her computer. That would be as preposterous as visiting Canada in a 1986 Geo Metro, you can only go so far on the interstate (or internet) when you’re driving outdated machinery.
Korea, thank you for being here. I know you probably won’t read this until fiscal 2010, but your sacrifice means a great deal.

As Christians, there is a joy that comes from sacrificing a great deal that cannot be equaled by that which comes easily. I know that Korea laughs harder than anyone else (or at least, laughs) when she reads Says Ray. I am not necessarily supporting a suffering theology, but I will say this:

From large oak trees come thousands of tiny nuts

I hope that quote really brought home the prodigal moral that I keep alluding to: Appreciate the gift God has given you in your computer; without it, you wouldn’t be able to read Says Ray.

LOVE STORY (Taylor Swift) meets VIVA LA VIDA (Coldplay) - Piano Cello - by Jon Schmidt

Okay, I'm not a Taylor Swift fan, but this is amazing.

Sweet Video

Hey guys, I'm up with the times; I have figured out how to link videos from Youtube.

This morning I was listening to KLOVE and I heard this song for the first time, "How He Loves," by the David Crowder Band.

It was awesome.

So awesome, in fact, that I have youtubed it (NOTE: remind me to submit the word "youtubed" as an infinitive verb to the Board of Made-up Words--BMW--later). There are a lot of other artists who have arranged it. This one I found particularly incredible, it is done by Jesus culture.
The first half of the video is stunning. This lady's voice is very dynamic. Very smooth, but still a lot of texture to it (the best combination, btw).
The last half got a little too emotional/demonstrative for my particular taste, but everybody has their own flavor.
Enjoy, and let me know what you think

How He Loves Us - Kim Walker / Jesus Culture