Note: I originally wrote this February 6th in Florida, and just got around to finishing it now. I wrote it with lots of sleep deprivation, so don’t believe everything I say. I am slowly starting to post things that have been saved in my “draft” posts for months ^_^

I’ve officially finished classes. Now I just need to officially get my degree to officially make my parents proud. (I got my diploma last week!)

Last Monday (1/30) I started working full time as an “Engineer I.” It’s pretty exciting. I have business cards and everything. This week I’ve been living in a fancy hotel room in a Disney resort in Orlando and attending a technical conference on the “Life of a Transformer.” I’ve learned a lot and all sorts of equipment vendors have been schmoozin’ us. It’s good to have some specific technical training, since my education at university covered such a broad range of electrical engineering concepts.

Here is my boss giving his talk on “New Approaches to Asset Monitoring & Management” this afternoon:



Now. On to another topic.



I generally don’t post about religion. But today I am. Though it’s not really “today” anymore, it’s almost two months later…

I am a follower of Jesus Christ. This makes me a “Christian.” In America there are a lot of bad stereotypes surrounding that word.

Now, this is dangerous ground to tread on and I might regret saying this, but for the most part, I don’t associate myself with Christians or with that word. I know I am called to community and meant to be part of a congregation, but it’s awfully hard to commit to things of that sort when I see so much hatred and bigotry, and so many catty (meow) cliques, and all of this illogical disdain of anything different.

On Sunday I broke down into some pretty aggressive tears while leading my congregation in John Mark McMillan’s “How He Loves.” I finished the song fine, luckily it is written in a style where I did not really need to control my tone too much. Most “Christians” think this is a happy song with unforeseen kisses written by David Crowder. While Crowder is amazing, he did not write this piece. John Mark wrote this the night that he found out that a very close friend had died in a car accident. You can watch the entire story here:

My friend Greg was in a car accident earlier that week, and could have been very close to death. I didn’t plan to sing this song because of that event, but when I started it I realized how very near I had been to losing him, I broke down. Life is short.

There is a certain part of me that defaults to insensitivity when I encounter situations that make me nervous. I find myself being incredibly mean at times. I don’t know what the 80-year-olds in my congregation thought of me that morning, but I am glad that people were nice and didn’t mention anything about this. Or maybe they didn’t notice it. Either way, God was there. Worship is something that all humans are called to partake in with everything that we do. I have read lots about it and one thing that I constantly realize is that we need these times of worship every week and every day for consistency. It is only every so often that we are blessed to be brought above regular worship to a place where we feel as if we are somewhere else; when we are all one and when God is surely there. Those times come naturally and without warning, not necessarily after many rehearsals or at worship conferences.

And that about sums up all that I have to say right now regarding this. Life goes on.


I wrote this post last week but didn’t want to finish it until after my trip updates were posted ^_^

Something my pastor mentioned in passing last Sunday (while wearing my Canada trucker hat during the sermon) is that recreational time is “re-creational.” We need time off to be created new. Time to be refreshed, but also reborn. This road trip was just that for me. It gave me time to focus and de-stress and learn and grow and think and write and pray, away from the distractions of my very small world.

I recently changed the strings on my guitar. For someone playing every single day like I do, this should probably happen once a month, but I do it closer to every 6 or 7 weeks. Anyway, this seems like a simple or menial or annoying task to most people… When I open a pack of strings, I think about the engineer who designed the strings, the metals, the machine to mass produce them. I think about how differently these new strings will sound from my last set, which I lamentably have to toss in the garbage. I think about acoustics and sound waves and bridges and soundboards and the minute changes in tone and timbre these new strings will have and how they will sound the first time I get them in tune; how they will sing with me the next time I take the stage. The guitar is re-created with a new medium for voicing notes and chords. Metal is a good friend. That’s all.


dpl interns
Keeney ehv sub

Electrical power transformers are huge. Very huge. And filled with oil. And exciting to be near because the hair on your neck pricks up.

This was the first substation visit of the summer. It was exciting for our first year interns. It was also very hot to wear our flame resistant coveralls. Yay.