St. Elmo's Fire
John Tesh

Welcome to my blog, updated whenever something of interest happens in my life (for the most part). Complete with pictures and video, you're sure to have a great time (although I can't promise you that). Anyway, thanks for visiting!

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Another Great Week
June 22, 2007

It's late, so here we go. What another wonderful week.

Did you have a good Father's Day? We shared a lovely meal at Jer & Danni's with the giving of a few modest gifts. Thank you, dad, for your continued love and sacrifice for our family.

All out ... no holds barred ... winner takes all. Watching a ping pong match between Nathan and my mom is like being in the ring of a WWF brawl ... except that they're both kind and courteous and gentle and no ever gets mad or competitive.

Hmmm ... where are we going. Good question ...

Why, to Melody's house, of course! (my piano teacher.) A date was set for an official Brad Steele/Kyle Shields get-together with Tangerine and her family, and what a lovely time it was! Melody's house is so incredible. Like something out of Swiss Family Robinson. :-)

Hey everybody. From left to right is Tangerine, Treasure, Robin, and Toby (sorry Tessa, didn't get any pictures with you in it :-(.

Isn't that an awesome back yard? You kind of feel like you're out in the jungle. Melody worked hard on that wooden walkway, and it's really well done.

Ladies and gentlemen, my distinguished piano teacher, Melody Masters.

Felt something crawling on my neck. I love the Ozarks.

Nice ... very nice.

Talking about something really deep, I think. Or maybe it was just a bad joke that didn't get much reaction. (just teasing Tang ;-)

He claims 3 Wimbledons and 2 U.S. Opens. With a forehand like nobody's business, Nathan Daher is the terror of all tennis ... teachers ... or something. Just look at that glare. How can you not be good and have a glare like that?

The only man who can stop him ... Jammin' Jumpin' German Jordan Niednagel. Thankfully, with this having been the 4th time he was forced to scale the net to get the picture just right, he didn't break any arms or legs (although his foot clipped the net and he almost did have a bad fall).

Nathan delivers a solid forehand, while Jordan returns the ball with the force of ... I don't know ... some kind of fast space ship from Star Trek or something.

Now that's a cute picture. Look at Kalea's face.

It's late, we've had a few drinks ... so please show some understanding.

Who are these two weirdos? On Wednesday Jon Courville came down to spend the day with us, and a great day it was. Our first stop was to Theodosia to dine together at Cookie's. Expand the picture and read their slogan. Yep ... "A Place To Eat." You see, when there aren't any other restaurants within 100 squares miles of your restaurant, there's no need to advertise that "We have good food" or something else relatively catchy. They have food, and that beats the competition.

We dine inside.

And you thought you had seen the last of golf pictures! Dressed in our finest attire, we hit the links (or just the range, actually). Nathan had never played before, and learned really quickly. I'll post a video a little later in the week.

Setting up.

Out On The Links ...

Pretty nice stroke for a city slicker.

Trying to mimic Tiger Woods in that commercial he did years back (click here to watch).

Thunk we'd go dern by da crik and da sum swimmin'. lol, love that look, Jon.

Pretty cool shot.

Water was pretty cold, but not terrible. Course, it's easy to say that when you're only ankle deep.

The Three Amigos ... or Three Stooges.

Uh ... what are you guys doing? Well, if you really want to know ...

"Nathan, Jon and Jordan would like to encourage you to visit your friendly Ford dealer today."

"We'd like to encourage you one more time."

And one final artistic shot as we drove home from basketball that evening. Thanks for coming down, Jon! Hope to see you again soon!

Thanks for stopping by. Lord bless your week!


The Return of Asthenes
June 16, 2007

Nathan flew in late Tuesday night. The next day we did some shopping.

Time is limited, so I'll just let the pictures do the talking (I'm sure you'd prefer that anyway).

Nathan's flight was delayed, so we spent some time at a nearby park. Hey Josef, looks like Kalea is following in the footsteps of her pull up YouTube phenomena Uncle Jordie. :-)

I love swings. Man, doing this brought back so many good memories from the past. Widdle jowdie on da swing set.

Ok, Nathan's flight is delayed another few hours (11pm). Let's go bowling. Danielle did really well! She bowled a 121 one time (and beat Jeremy ... ouch). Look at her. All business.

Oh man, it was so funny. Danielle barely helped Kalea throw the ball, and she hits them all down but two. Expand the picture. Those are basically rabbit ears. It's extremely hard to get a spare in a situation like this. Next throw ... the ball slowly (and I mean slowly) rolls down the lane, hitting the left side of the left pin, squirting it right and hitting the other pin down for a spare. Kalea's the man!

Finally! Asthenes arrives safe, tired, but sound.

Dinner at 12:30? Why not? There's only a few options when it's that late, and this was one of them.

Um ... Nathan's eating. Man, they have so many options on their menu! TGIF has virtually everything.

My mother always told me to finish everything on my plate ... she also told me to take small bites.

Off to the Harlin House the next day for lunch. Here Nathan and I argue over who will be the greatest in heaven. "You'll be the greatest, you moron!"

Lovely mommacita with her ... luncho. (how do you say lunch in Spanish?)

Hey, lookin' good. I've seen that smirk before. Patented.

Not bad. The light behind me makes me look sorta angelic. Maybe I will be the greatest afterall.

All of us together. "Grief, Jordan. That's enough pictures from your lunch." Oh be quiet.

I can't tell you how good this was ... so I won't.

It's an addiction. I'm here for you, Nathan.

Off for some 4-wheeling. You have to crank up our old one like a stinking mower ... and that duct tape ain't for looks, either.

Slick rider.

This is what happens when two nerd bloggers go out for a ride.

Standing and filming in the river.

Took Nathan to see that cemetery I took Cody to back in April. Kinda spooky. We were thinking it would be great for a movie.

Ping-pong. Looking pretty ... intense I guess.

Oh what a photograph! Or maybe it was staged ... you'll never know.

Oh, you want another angle? There you go.

This is an interpretive self-analogy of me reading a theological dissertation.

Nathan sports his new fancy laptop on my bed. That thing's sweet.

Time to help carry and distribute at the Co-Op again. Thanks, Nathan, for helping out.

"Hey, can you put down that bloody camera and help me out here!?"

God's been good to give us a great time so far. Who knows what the next week will bring. Stay tuned, and thanks for stopping by.


Scar / IQ Test / 1 Year Ago / Golf
June 12, 2007

Another week goes by, and life continues its steady course.

My mom gave me a touching poem the other day, written by Amy Carmichael. As I watch my own physical scar slowly fade away on my neck, I can be reminded of Him who, during His lifetime, underwent so many wounds and scars. Furthermore, what kind of Christian am I if my life is void of all such needful affliction?

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me:
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?

Hope this was of some insight and encouragement for you as it was for me.

Ok, before pictures, I've got a type of IQ test here for ya'll, courtesy of Matthew Thomas. Here we go ...

There is a mute who wants to buy a toothbrush.
By imitating the action of brushing ones teeth, he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done. Now, if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself? Think about it first before click for the answer...

Click here for the answer.

Ok, send a comment and tell me if you really got it or not. Be honest (always have to clarify that).

Anyway, since Nathan will be here for the month, I don't have any idea how often I'll be updating my blog. I'll try to be faithful to the best of my ability, but no guarantees. Please, I know how extremely difficult it's going to be without a new entry from me every week, but you'll pull through. Be strong. I believe in you. Yablo believes in you. Jorblo believes in you ... who else is there ... Austin Crowe believes in you, as does Brad Steele. lol, my mom told me the other day that I'm everyone but myself. Frighteningly true.

Before a few pics from the week (just golf again, sorry), here's what we were doing exactly one year ago today (well close to today). Man, it just doesn't seem that long ago.

Isn't this an awesome picture? Got up early in the morning to film Jonathan Drake's "walking sunrise" scene. I love the mist behind us.

Jonathan Drake always had the best smirks.

Sporting my pathetic facial hair, while Nathan's looks nice and filled in.

Ok, just wanted to show you what was happening a year ago. Good memories.

Remember back in May when I put a picture of that one particular "Locksley lamp" I saw at Loes that I thought was really cool? Well I get a package the other week from the Thomas' ... and for crying in the mud (too long to explain where that phrase came from), inside it's that lamp. Then they have the nerve to write a message saying how they're in my debt because I sent them a few dry, crusted, moldy licorice sticks for their trip and all this other minimal garbage. Oh man, but it's so awesome! Looks so cool on my dresser next to the Book of Being picture collage sent to me by Mrs. Daher. Anyway, thanks you guys. :-)

The day after I got back from Kentucky, I get a call from Isaac Deatherage. "Hey, my next semester starts next week, and I won't have time to do anything for awhile. You wanna play one last round of golf? And can my brother come too?" - "Sure," I reply. "As long as you're paying."

Isaac's older brother, Timothy, who's 26, lives in Dallas, and is in the army reserves. He says there's a good possibility he could be sent to Iraq in the near future. Pretty sobering.

Carts! Oh how much funnerer golf is when you get to ride carts!

Isaac's in a precarious position ... through the woods and over the sprinkler.

A picture taken when I was caught unawares. Gotta love my shirt. No really, you gotta love it. Hawaiian shirts are the best. Hey, to any of those who knew me back in California ... remember how I used to ALWAYS wear a backwards hat? Jeremy Tiss? Jon or David Robison? Like, it was rare to find me ever without a backwards hat on. Wearing this one the other day brought back old memories.

So I say to Isaac, "Isaac, try to look like you know how to play golf" (which is a subtle slam in case you didn't notice). So, he does this. I'm like ... what in the world? Kinda creepy.

Moria lines up his putt ... it says so on my hat. lol, I realized it's kinda weird to basically have the word "foolishness" plastered on your head (Greek). Oh well.

Welp, that's it. Nathan arrives tonight. Hope you all have a great week! God bless you.