Going to every museum in Philadelphia: The Rodin Museum. The courtyard is free to hangout in. Indoor museum is really cool admission by donation. One lady got the "gates of Hell" and proclaimed it demonic and forced her friend to leave.

We are moving to Mexico. For the summer, that is. Tomorrow morning early, we’ll buckle our little boys into the already-packed car, and we’ll head west through the dry, scrubby Texas hill country, up onto the high plains, then south to the suffocatingly-hot little town of Presidio, cross over the Rio Grande to Ojinaga, then a long stretch through more cactus, rock, and rugged mountains. Finally, 14 hours of driving later, we’ll top up in the Cuauhtémoc valley. We’ve done that drive almost 10 times already, always knowing we’d retrace it just a few days later. Tomorrow, we’ll know and feel something else: the acceptance of a foreign country as our new home for the next 3 months. I’d never have picked this place, but God did, and we feel incredibly excited and humbled to be a small part of the promising little church mission He is planting in this great, dry desert. It was at the end of our longest trip there, back in January, that my heart changed. I went from enduring these short ventures to an unexpected excitement that I get to serve even in a small way in such an important season - almost overnight. I can’t fully explain it, but neither can I deny it. I just know that God knows what He’s doing. That’s enough. It’s going to stretch us in more ways than one. Different culture, language(s), landscape, living standards. Our family is also stretching in size. Baby #3 is due July 10th, and we’re planning to welcome her/him (surprise) down there. Even while accepting that we’ll miss a hundred small comforts of home, I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving The Nook empty and alone all summer. And that sparked an idea: what if I opened the door and invited some of you to experience the most personal space I’ve ever made? That’s what I’m doing. I’ve spent the past few days dreaming and preparing little surprises for you to discover. Handwriting notes. Picking handmade snacks. Curating a record collection. There’ll be piles of books to get lost in, and a few writings and drawings in progress. For all the videos I’ve made and words I’ve written, you won’t really understand until you come. Come and experience the trees, the light quality, the limestone and white oak and cowhide. All the tiny details I spent months poring over, inspired by my grandfather’s shed office where I spent countless afternoons as a kid. His care for that little one-room, cedar-clad space shaped me more than I ever realized at the time. What if The Nook could do that for you? When you come, bring a journal. I’ll leave a few extra in case you forget. And I’ll leave my pencils and paint brushes. Come notice, sketch, write, create. Or simply be. The tension of leaving home and so many friends behind, venturing deeper into new territory, and learning to trust God in ways I haven’t yet is real. But so is the peace knowing we’re in His plan, and the faith for what comes next. Tomorrow we hit the road, and behind us, The Nook will be waiting for whoever might need it. Audios, amigos! 🇺🇸🇲🇽

i appreciated the candor of the guy that runs Light Bulbs Unlimited in Montrose when I asked why he's moving from the store's longtime location: "There comes a point where a light bulb store can only pay so much rent. It's just too much for me." chron.com/culture/article/ho…

The reason meals taste so much better at restaurants than at home is because they put about a half stick of butter in every dish. The old adage of “it tastes better when someone else makes it” is true because you’d feel insane adding as much fat, sugar and salt at home.

Interesting fact about the “Duck Pond” at Apple Park: the stones beneath the water weren’t just randomly placed - they do follow a specific pattern & also were all put by hand, one by one.

one thing that irks me about modern cinema is that everyone looks like they live in an airbnb or hotel none of that shit feels like a lived in home but throw on the most random 90s movie and you won't have any doubt that a character has spent most of their life in that apartment

What was the most ELITE school lunch day in the 90s? Government chicken fried steak day or rectangle pizza day?

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