21st Century Renaissance Man

Jul 14, 2016

Random Reasons to Hire Me

  1. I once spent fourteen days traveling throughout Mexico tying balloon animals and breaking bricks in a strong-man show: if you interview me I’ll tell you about the time we performed in a prison during a riot.
  2. I can't keep my Trail Blazer season tickets if I don't have a job. You can be a part of preventing this travesty.
  3. I whole-heartedly believe that you can run any business with only three pieces of software: Microsoft Excel, Adobe Photoshop, and a decent text editor with spell check. I have mastered all three.
  4. My oldest son is a certified genius, which means there is a fifty-fifty chance he gets it from me.
  5. My neurosis is yours to exploit. As an Army brat I moved around a lot as a kid forcing me to work hard at being noticed and likeable. To this day I still have a relentless drive to be great at my work with no need for recognition other than the occasional high-five and a “let’s get lunch” from the people I work with.
  6. I have owned the domain name side2.com since 1994, before you had to pay for them; that is also how long I have used the Internet for marketing.
  7. I was a bi-vocational Pastor for fifteen years which gave me in-depth understanding of working with, motivating, and inspiring people in creative ways.
  8. My ex-wife is willing to be a character reference and I am not afraid of what she will say. She has no financial motives for saying anything good.
  9. The people who know me best describe my personality as having a “Santa Clause” effect: my jolly nature is contagious, especially for children, old people, and animals.
  10. Statistically speaking, the next ten years of my life will be the most productive. I could spend it watching Netflix and slowly going crazy OR I could put my twenty years of experience to work for you and we could all make a lot of money. I choose the latter.
  11. My wife is convinced I could win big on Jeopardy only if I never chose a daily double (the allure of saying “all in Alex” may be my downfall).
  12. The words “entrepreneurial spirit”, “self-starter”, and “work independently” get tossed around a lot in job descriptions. These are really code words for “can you get the job done successfully with limited supervision”; I have the passion, drive and commitment you need and the portfolio to back it up.

Jul 8, 2016

The Old Bearded Guy

I acquired my first domain in 1994 (when it was free!), which is how long I have been using the Internet!

Jul 2, 2016

Movie Review: Finding Dory

Pixar’s sequel to its animated 2003 smash “Finding Nemo” repeats that film’s plot: a challenging under-the-sea trek that ends with the reuniting of a family. This time, it’s the memory-challenged Dory, the scene-stealer from the previous film (voiced, with impeccable timing, by Ellen DeGeneres) who’s out to find her long-lost parents.

Finding Dory's contagious charm, heart and humor is proof of Pixar's improved capabilities of sequels. That said, I felt like this movie missed the "feel good" presence of its predecessor.
The story is fun and the overall feel of the movie is light and whimsical.  However, I thought that the emotional depth of a father searching for his son was a high bar that Dory fell short of getting over.
Was it worth the price of admission? Absolutely. We laughed and had fun.

Jun 3, 2015


I have worn many hats in my life: Balloon Wizard, Pastor, Salesman, Webmaster and CEO. Husband, Father and Friend are the titles I cherish most.

Nov 24, 2014

The Summer I Learned to Fish

I never learned to fish when I was young. I have been fishing numerous times throughout my adult life, however as a father of four the majority of these trips were spent untangling line, bating hooks and being asked when we were going to eat lunch.  Now approaching forty, having just one actual catch to my credit, I had never fully understood the obsession my extended family has with fishing. My uncles and aunts would spend countless hours at the lake side each family reunion quietly waiting for their bobber to disappear under the water and scream with childlike delight “I got a nibbler”.

This summer was different; my children now old enough to spend their days at the beach searching for summer romance, I found myself with plenty of free time and decided it was time to discover for myself where the fascination for fishing came from. I purchased a new pole, some gear and a hat that reminded me of the one Brad Pitt wore in “A River Runs Through it” deciding that if I was to be a bad fisherman, I would still look good doing it.  

I set my chair up on the bank alongside my family members and spent the first couple hours looking busy and trying to strike up conversations with anyone who would reply with more than a grunt or a polite “please shut up” smile.  I discovered that people who enjoy fishing do not like to talk and, being a hyper-extravert, this only led me to question weather I should have just learned to play Pinnacle with Grandma instead. 

I decided to persevere and three days into Family Reunion I had managed to waste a lot of worms, smoke a lot of cigarettes and acquire a nasty sunburn on my upper arm.  Frustrated with my abilities and having suffered a plethora of jibes at my hat, I decided it was time to ask for help. 

I went to my uncle Leonard who describes himself as: half Hawaiian, half Mexican and all Fisherman.  We had all joked that his fishing pole must have been cut from an ancient tree in Valhalla by Odin himself and only a true god could wield its spectacular power.  While the rest of us waited hours for the slightest tap on our lines, he was pulling fish out the lake with every cast.

Leonard gently took me under his wing and showed me the finer points of rigging my pole, casting and how to know where to fish at what times of the day.  He then pulled from his pocket a roll of dental floss and told me “everything aside, this is the secret to good fishing”.  I could not comprehend how oral hygiene could possibly improve my fishing, but I had a piece of beef jerky stuck in my back tooth and thought that maybe this lesson may be helpful no matter what, but then he took a small piece and tied it after about twenty feet line.
“You see” he said, “the dental floss stops the moving bobber at the depth you set it at, when you find where the fish are just keep going back to that same spot”.  

He went on to explain that since fish swim in schools you only need to find where they are according to the time of day (morning, afternoon and night) and then continue to fish at the same depth.  “If you stop catching fish”, he motioned, “just move the dental floss up or down to find where they moved too”.

With my pole now set up correctly and Uncle Leonard’s Miracle Fish Floss tied to my line, I went back to my chair and began to experiment. With in the next two hours I began catching fish and I realized why a person would enjoy it.  There is an instinctual rush of adrenalin that happens when you seize your next meal.  It reminds you that life can be much simpler than cell phones, emails, bills and deadlines; I am hungry and I have conquered nature to quench my hunger.

Although I did not learn to fish when I was young, I believe that as an adult I could fully comprehend the fulfillment that comes from “landing a big one”.  Had I not continued to learn to fish I would have never experienced the wonderful fun and peace it brings.  I no longer wear the hat, but I catch the fish and if you come to the banks of the Siskiyou Lake every summer you might even hear me screaming in childhood delight “I got a nibbler!”

Oct 31, 2014

Candy Raid

Is it just me or is Halloween just another excuse for parents to make a pig of themselves without guilt?  The kids go to bed and we say "they don’t need all this candy" and take the parental duty of "thinning" their score.

It is hard job, parenting…sampling all that candy looking for razor blades and poison.  You would think the little brats would be gratefully for our sacrifice!

Apr 7, 2014

My Fathers Heart: My Father

This is a chapter from one of my "started, never finished" books...

Forgive your Father, for they know not what they do…
My wife once told me that one of her fondest memories of her father was the time that he took them to the fair for a day of fun.  Growing up Jennie did not see much of her father and so time was enough, however this particular time she fondly remembers how he held her and Andy’s hands and they laughed and had a lot of fun. But the memory also holds a bitter sweetness because she also remembers a group of teenage boys defiantly bumping into her fathers shoulder and then calling “fat ass” in a childish game of “see how macho I am”.  Jennie’s dad did not respond however the damage done could be seen on his face. He had been embarrassed in front of his kids, demeaned and left with no recourse he had to swallow what little pride was left and try to return to the fun of the day.

In every child’s life there comes a time when they realize that dad is not Superman. He does not know everything, he isn’t rich and he does make mistakes. Let’s face it, learning dad doesn’t have all the answers is a huge disappointment.  After all if he doesn’t know the meaning of life then who does?  It is no wonder that kids often have fonder memories of teachers, coaches or pastors – they don’t have to live with them.  It’s easy to have a high opinion of someone who has never scratched their half exposed butt in front of your friends let alone failed to teach us the meaning of life.

Whether your father was a dead beat whose name you never knew or a kind and loving man who simply did the best he could; every one of us have a scar left of by this childish disappointment.  It is our first taste of reality and it cuts to the core of our existence: if dad can’t save me then who will?

For many, particularly men, this “father wound” will spur a life long feeling of being alone.  “If he can’t help me, then no one can” they say to themselves; a cold, hard attitude that perpetuates itself when they as fathers have no way of connecting with childlike innocence because it was lost so very long ago.  At the first sign of tears or weakness they coldly rattle off “crying is for babies”, “buck up” or “be a man”. Ever trying to maintain their own image of strength and support they overcompensate and never emotionally connect with their children or spouse in fear that it might show weakness.

“If my own fathers weakness hurt so badly”, we internalize, “then I must be strong for my kids and never let them down.” An endeavor, which is impossible, leaving us all feeling unfulfilled, unappreciated and just plain unhappy.

It does not surprise me when a man leaves a marriage of twenty years to start a new family sighting a newfound happiness.  The truth is he hasn’t found a better way to live; he has just given himself a second chance to do it better this time around.  This newfound lease on life lasts only a short time before once again he finds himself disappointing his children, his wife and himself. All because of a wound left unintentionally by his father.
That is what we all have to deal with if we are ever to truly find healing for this Fathers Wound. No matter what he did or did not do your father was a regular person just like you; with faults, addictions, fears, limitations and even wounds of his own.

This by no means excuses inappropriate behavior.  Abuse of any kind is unacceptable.  A father who takes advantage of his position for personal fulfillment by overpowering or gratifying himself with his children needs to feel the entire weight of the judicial process and those he hurt need must be given a safe place to grow-up.

Those who did not escape a violent childhood suffer a life long struggle trying to reconcile why their father did what they did.  If you are one of these children it is imperative you know it was not your fault and you have no obligation to continue or reinitiate a relationship with him.

We are all left with the emotional baggage of sorting out our relationship to our father as one of only a few significant relationships in this life. If we refuse our fathers the right to be human, with all its defects and imperfections then we deprive ourselves of the ability to move past his failings and untimely forgive him.

And forgive him we must.  Because at some point in all of our lives we are no longer his child; Oh sure, genetically we will always be his offspring and morally we must honor him as our Father, but as we mature and step into the adult roles of life we take on responsibility for ourselves which is precisely where our fathers have been our entire life.

At this stage of accountability we all enter into a divine contract that states we will be judged solely on our own actions, deeds and convictions. No mans fate is decided by how he was raised or who his father was.  Sure some are given a leg up by being well groomed for success, but God is no respecter of men and offers equally to all of us the riches of His kingdom.  The secular world even welcomes, for the most part, all equally by rewarding those who take responsibility and hard work.

We are now on an equal level with our father and can look across the scope of time to that moment when we first realized that our dad was not superman and say to him, “It’s alright dad, I forgive you.”

Personal responsibility gives us room to examine our own defects and relate to our fathers as men.  After all, internally we allow ourselves room for mistakes and patience with our learning curves; then too can we leave allowance for our fathers shortcomings.

In the end we find that no one really has all the answers.  Life is a constant pendulum of discovering that the more we know the less we really know. Only God knows everything and He knows that we couldn’t handle the true answers in this life even if they were written down on stone tablets for all to see.

Our fathers were men just like us: sinful, selfish and at times stupid. Today we can understand that because we have walked in their shoes, we know failure, we understand feeling inadequate and all of us have felt the sting of embarrassment.

Imagine sitting in a room with a man who pours out his heart to you.  He shares how he never really knew his father and his mother was a drunk who took them from boyfriend to boyfriend as a way of survival.  He tells about dropping out of college to marry a girl he hardly knew so that his son would not be born a bastard, about his failed business venture and how financial troubles ultimately led to the end of his first and second marriage.  He begins to sob as he admits he rarely ever sees his own children and knows that many of their life struggles are the result of the pain and misery he caused.  He has a grandchild who he has never met and if he can keep his drinking under control he may be able to salvage his third marriage but that looks bleak also.

Most of us would listen, if he was a friend we would hug him and tell him it will be all right.  Some of us might pray for him others might offer to help him seek counseling or treatment. In his time of brokenness and humility few would pass judgment. We may even admire him for his unabashed honesty.  You might counsel him to try and make up with his kids, that it is never to late to make things right. If he counters by saying he has tried you might again comfort him with words like “at least you tried.”

Imagine you are the man, what struggles as a father and a man would you share?  What council would you want to receive, what things would you want to hear?  Would you cry, would you share, would you long to be told that everything will turn out right no matter what you have done because there is always hope?

Now imagine that the man is your father.  Substitute his failings and shortcomings for the ones above.  What council would you give him? Would you hold him and let him cry?  Would you demand that due to his repentance his children must forgive him?  Would you offer him hope for a better future? 

Would you tell him he is not alone?

Your father has a heart too.  His heart is scared from his father and it is also wounded by his own failures as a father. He made mistakes, he left some pretty bad scars and now you are left to deal with his screw-ups and he know it.

We may never get the opportunity to sit in a room and here our father confessing his inadequacies, in deed it is not our responsibility or even our right to try and make him do so.  Confrontation will only produce hostility as he hears you confirm his greatest fear of all - he is a failure as a father.

We can, however, forgive him for what he could not or did not fix and gain appreciation for him as a man. In doing so we reprogram our minds to view memories of our father through the same eyes that Jesus sees us through: with forgiveness, grace and hope.

Inside all of us, our fathers included, there is a hurt child who needs to know that we are safe and not alone.  By seeing the man in our fathers, by understanding that his heart his wounded too, we begin to realize that we were never truly alone.  Our fathers presence or ability to help did not change when we our heart was wounded, we just became aware of our surroundings.  When Superman has our hand we know that we can fly and we admire the view, when he lets go the great view becomes a long way to fall and we are suddenly aware of how dangerous this flying thing really is.

For the most part I can recall the exact moment each one of my kids became associated with fear.  It was hard for me as a father because I knew that they would no longer be able to go into a dark room with our turning on the lights and I knew that even my hand would only pacify their fear new things but ultimately they would have to face their fears on their own terms.

For my oldest boy, Daniel, fear came when he was just 2 years old and I took him to my sister’s basketball game.  For the entire game I had him on my shoulders and when the game ended, and my sisters team had won, we all funneled down onto the court to celebrate.  In a split second I lost my grip on Daniel and he fell from my shoulders to the gymnasium floor and let out a cry that stopped everyone in the room.  Thankfully he was not hurt but from that day forward Daniel has never let me put him on my shoulders again and he has a terrible apprehension of heights.

Someday, I just know that he will be sitting in counseling somewhere trying to discover why he is afraid of heights and will uncover one of my many mistakes as a father.  Granted, a fear of heights is not all that bad of childhood scar and if one escapes childhood with only a phobia of flying or cliff diving chances are they will have very little problems navigating this life successfully.

In reality, just as my father did with me, I have made my fair share of mistakes and I wonder if all my kids will need years of therapy after I get through with them.  As hard as I try to do the right thing I constantly find myself locked in a loosing battle to be able to answer my children’s questions, concerns and fears. Ultimately I am reduced from Superman to “that’s just my dad” and only time will tell how badly I messed the whole thing up.

I can only pray that when they reach maturity and begin to understand their own sinfulness and shortcomings that they will find it in their heart to forgive me.

Until then, I forgive you dad and I pray you forgive me too.