The More You Do It, The More You Do It

I’ve been an aspiring cartoonist my whole life but I am always struggling with making the time for my craft, especially to push it to the next step: getting published. Sometimes I push some daily business aside and actually sit down to draw. I’ve noticed though, when I’ve been away from it for a while, that funny ideas are illusive and when I do dig something up, it feels very contrived.

However, I have observed the phenomenon of ideas flowing in times when I have been drenched in the Comics! I notice my brain starting to think in punchlines! Suddenly every situation I’m in through the day is a gag comic!

OK, so maybe its still not hilarious…but at least the ideas make sense!

I’ve started to see this principle work in other areas of life too. When I’m reading the Bible daily, I’m thinking about the Lord more often. When I’m forcing myself to work out it starts to get just a little bit more easy to make it a part of my routine. This isn’t a magic formula and can be pretty subtle but works even better when you recognize it happening. When you start to build a history in a good habit, the history itself helps to perpetuate the habit.

The Dark Side of the Principle

The unfortunate thing is, this principle works for our bad habits too. Several periods of time in my life I have stepped into the snare of pornography. This vice, more than any other I have been faced with in life, is the stickiest. They say about meth “Not even once” and the same should be said of porn. Without a strong desire to get away from it and lots of accountability, a guy can very quickly become addicted (especially in this day of easy access via high-speed internet and smart phones). Once he’s been looking at it a couple of days, the principle of the more you do it, the more you do it, starts to set in. He starts viewing women more and more as objects and equating them with what he sees in porn (of course, the actresses in the videos are not objects either, but that’s another issue). Its starts off by dumping jet-fuel into an already weak area of a guy’s life and then begins shaping his thinking until it is all-consuming.

Let’s Fight!

So, guys struggling with this affliction, here’s one of many ideas to help us out of the snare. Let’s fill our time with positive things and then let those be the things that consume our minds! Remember when grandma used to say “Idle hands are the devil’s playground”? Well, idle minds are too. Here are some practical ideas/innocent things to pour our time into:

  1. Spend time in the Word if you haven’t been. Increase your study of the word and/or your prayer time.
  2. Start, or get back into a hobby. What do you love doing? Shooting? Woodworking? Working on the car? Painting? Reading? Guitar?
  3. Exercise/Physical activity. Start running or riding a bike or swimming or lifting. I hear over and over about the endorphines released by physical activity.  Beside all the physical benefits of exercise, we can begin re-wiring the reward system in our brains.
  4. Serve. Another principle I stumbled on years ago was that whenever I am investing in someone else, I start to forget my own sorrows/depression/worries etc. Maybe this is something small like helping a neighbor or bigger like serving at a homeless shelter or huge like starting a non-profit or becoming a full-time missionary.
  5. Invest in your family. I’m quickly finding out that, to be a good father and husband, it takes almost all of my time. When it doesn’t, there is always more I can do. I can dream up ways to wow and romance my wife or just play with my 10 month old and take him off her hands. If you don’t have a wife & kids, you probably have siblings or parents or nieces or nephews, right?

There are probably scores of other things we can do and maybe I will come back and add to this list. But the point is, involve your brain, your time, your hands in something positive to starve those negative things of your brain, time, hands etc.


For more info on the damaging effects of porn check out Fight the New Drug



Valentine’s Day Tragedy (Refurbished MySpace Blog from March 31, 2008)

Monday, March 31, 2008

Valentine’s Day Tragedy

Current mood: shocked

Hey friends. Thank you SO much-all of you who called, texted, drove, prayed, etc. I wish I could speak to each of you personally, but since I can’t, please read:

I’m having a hard time remembering who I’ve told what and so heres a blog you can read and get the latest info. I’ve broken it up into headings, so if you’re not interested in the whole story you can skip down.

My First Valentine’s Day

I don’t want want to go into why I’m 29 and this was the first Valentine’s Day of my life when I have had a “significant other”, I just mention that so you will know that the night had a lot of meaning for me. I have been dating Albina Gadeliya for just over a month now and had a plan for Valentine’s Day- I was going to take her to River’s, a fancy restaurant in Glenwood Springs.

I had a very short time after work to rush home and get dressed and pick up the gifts I had for her. Outside the snow trickled down sparsely as Adagio for Strings (In 2004, Barber’s masterpiece was voted the “saddest classical” work ever by listeners of the BBC’s Today programme) played on the classical radio station (this was sort of the eerie soundtrack of the night for me-click play at the bottom of this blog). I got to her condo at about 6:30 and gave her the card I made her with a dozen roses and teddy bear wearing earrings (That would give us 2 hours to get to Rivers where I had an 8:30 reservation) She was rushing to get ready as well and gave me the card she made with a teddy bear and chocolates. She reached into her laundry closet to get something and leaned up against the water heater giving her a pretty bad burn on her right shoulder (2nd degree burn). She grabbed a bag of ice and we rushed out the door.

As we left town in my 95 Honda Passport, I didn’t tell her where we were going. We got on I 70 and she watched the exits for Horizon Drive, Clifton and Palisade pass and her curiosity rose. I noticed the thick clouds hanging among the Bookcliffs creating a surrealistic atmosphere and defining some of the closer spires like some gigantic otherworldy castle.We listened to Yo Yo Ma and then Miles Davis as we winded through DeBeque Canyon.

Something’s Not Right

She mentioned her ice was melting as we neared Rifle. We came upon a slow moving minivan covered in mud I and got into the left lane to pass it. I saw the van start veer into my lane several times and I just wanted to get by it. We passed it & had just passed the first Rifle exit when Albina said she really needed to do something about her ice. She asked if I could just pull over and she could scoop some snow into her bag.

The Accident

I pulled over on the shoulder and remember vividly thinking that I should pull over as far as possible since we were on the interstate. She unbuckled, turned around in her seat and put on her jacket and BAM! We were rear-ended by a vehicle moving between 65 and 75 miles per hour.

I think I saw Albina collapse into the floor board facing the seat. She passed out onto the seat amid chunks of broken bloody glass. My blood went cold and she breathed heavily-a kind of snore that meant her airway way in someway constricted. Thoughts ran through my head about what to do and not to in an accident/when people lose consciousness/ etc. I froze-I didn’t know what to do. I reached into my pocket, grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. I don’t know why, but I set the phone down on the back seat-I think it was because I was more concerned with her.

I whispered to her, not knowing if I supposed to wake her up or not. After what seemed like eons, she woke up and that’s when I noticed her arm bent in the wrong place. She looked bewildered and looked at me for answers crying. She looked down at her arm as if to wonder why it wouldn’t moved and then back at me. A million thoughts went through my head-should I push her up off that arm? Should I just talk to her? What can I do? I reached over gently stroked her hair and told her everything would be OK.

I saw people start to surround my vehicle and that’s when I realized I had 911 on the line. I picked the phone up and tried to talk to them but firemen started to force open the doors. They were asking her questions, asking me questions and one guy I think was an off duty fireman who was the first to my car and I think that’s when 911 realized their people were there and I said bye. (Sometime about then I pulled my keys out of the ignition…I don’t know why…I think I thought if the engine was running still that might be dangerous)

They had a hard time trying to get my door open so they opened the back door. When I looked back, I think that is when I fully realized the back seat was at a 45 degree angle. They finally got my door open and saw the gash in the back of my head. It was the only pain I felt. One of the firemen put a rag on my head and helped me out of my Honda.

I saw the van that hit us about 40 yards in front of us and facing us. The front just a mess of crushed metal. As they walked me to the ambulance I saw the other guy being laid on a stretcher and heard Albina’s screams from my car. I saw my Honda in the ditch, headlights still on.

A fireman put a bandage around my head and I sat on the bench in the back of the ambulance praying that God would ease her pain. The back doors were wide open letting in the cold air with her screams and allowing me to see the traffic diverted around us. It seemed like I waited there for a week before they finally came in and put a neck brace on me and had me sit in the upright seat. I was hoping for them to put Albina in my ambulance, but instead they wheeled in the guy that hit me.

Quite frankly I was pissed off at the guy and didn’t want him near me. They had to cut his clothes off and he protested them cutting his coat up which pissed off the firemen. They scolded him and they asked him questions. I think I heard one of them say that he was not drinking and was not on any drugs.

Immediate Aftermath

They wheeled the guy out and that was the last I saw of him. They decided to put me on a stretcher and stabilize my neck to get me out. They wheeled Albina and I into adjacent rooms and I heard her still screaming. They cut my pants, shirt and tie off. They checked me out but then it seems like I laid there in that bed in that stiff neck brace staring at the ceiling for hours. I could see a clock and watched the hours go by. I wondered what they were doing to her and if there was anything wrong beside her arm.

It’s hard to remember when all this happened, but they got info from me and called my mom & dad & Canyon Vineyard Church (Where I work). Periodically a Police officer came in and told me some stuff.

At one point they rolled me on my side and I got nauseous and just about threw up-but it passed quickly. I heard them take Albina in for a CAT Scan and when they were done they ran one on me. Right before they took Albina out, they wheeled her next to me and let her say bye.

They wheeled me back into my room and after a while they came in stitched up my wound and put in 10 staples (I didn’t feel it at all). Finally I was done and by that time Nate & Maegan came to pick me up.


The Drive Home

On the way home my mind kept playing through everything. Periodically I would have flashes of memories that seemed so real but just when I tried to concentrate on them they would vanish & make way for another one. At one point they flashed through my head in such a fast dream-like manner that I got nauseous and almost had to have Nate pull over. The drive seemed to take forever, especially with these weird thoughts rolling through my head. It made everything seem almost dreamlike. I remember we looked up to the clouds rolling off the foothills of Mt. Garfield and they seemed to take on a sinister-otherworldly look.

Finally we arrived at my house where SteveO & Daniel were waiting. I changed my clothes quickly (and found glass in my underwear!) and then then they took me to St. Mary’s.

At St. Mary’s

As we came in, Wes, Rebecca, Jared & Katie were there to greet us. (I think sometime around there was when I felt something in my mouth and realized it was a piece of glass) I was able to go immediately to where Albina was. I held her hand as they put 6 staples in the back right side of her head. After that, Anna Mazon came in and wheeled her to her room.

In her room, Wes, Rebecca, Jared, Katie, Nate, Maegan, Daniel & SteveO showed up and we all joined hands and prayed for her. After that everyone filed out of her room and I knelt down to say good night to her.

Just as I began to speak, the power of the entire city went out. The lights clicked off and all the hallway doors shut themselves. I was slightly scared at what this could do, not only to Albina, but all the patients. Then I remembered they ALWAYS have back up generators at hospitals. About 4 or 5 minutes later the power came back on. I said good night to Albina.


SteveO & Daniel gave me a ride home. There was a strange fog thick around town as we went home at about 2:30am. I was dead tired but could not sleep until around 4 or 5am.

The Next Day

Albina’s arm was badly fractured around her elbow. They began surgery sometime around 2 and she wasn’t out until after 6. I was finally able to see her then. Beside periodic bursts of pain between morphine doses she seemed a thousand times better. Finally her eyes were open and she was talking to all of us. (Her mom drove up from Colorado Springs and her twin sister Agnessa drove from Salt Lake)



Saturday Wes drove me to the hospital around 1 and I just spent the rest of the day with Albina in her room. That night after I left (around 2am) her block from surgery wore off. This was the most excruciating pain she had felt yet.


When I woke up I picked the last piece of glass out of my hair.

She felt much better today but due to the drugs and her anemia she has been drowsy almost to the point of falling asleep all day.


Wes drove me to Rifle where I we finally saw the wreckage and I got all of my stuff out of it.


What’s Left of My Honda


Tuesday & Wednesday

Albina is very drowsy, nauseous and gets dizzy very easily from all the meds and her anemia.


Finally! She’s out of the hospital! She is still feeling drowsy and has intermitent pain but she’s actually got a little appetite. She had her staples removed earlier and at lunch today she took my staples out!

I got a fax of the accident report today and apparently the guy that hit us had fallen asleep at the wheel.

Thank You

I have had a flood of calls, texts and emails from friends and family. Maegan & Lucee offered to make me dinners. Pastor Wade has hooked me up with a car I can borrow until I get a new one. Wes & Rebecca have been there at every moment. Jared & Katie were there at the hospital despite barely even knowing Albina. I really feel bad that haven’t been able to get back to everyone who dropped by or left a message. Also, my initial text message failed to get to half of my phone book-so please don’t feel less important to me if you didn’t get the text. Albina has really enjoyed all the flowers-she has 12 bouquets last I counted.

Most of all, of course, I want to thank the Lord. We were parked and hit by a vehicle going Interstate speed and we are alive to tell the story. Thank you God.

Currently listening :

Barber: Adagio for Strings, Op. 11/Orchestral Music; Leonard Slatkin

By Samuel Barber

Release date: 25 October, 1990

How I Broke My Neck (refurbished blog from MySpace 10-27-08)

Monday, October 27, 2008

How I Broke My Neck

Josh the Mountain Goat Monkey

If you have hung out with me at all in the outdoors, you know I can’t help but to climb anything that is climbable. I look at trees & rocks as playground equipment built by God. Every time I glance at granite cliffs, a building with interesting architecture, or a grove of old growth trees, my mind automatically projects a rout to the top and some sort instinct inside tells me weather it is possible. The instinct is probably right like 90% of the time and is probably based on a lifetime as a Colorado kid, or maybe from “monkeying around” on the jungle gym dad built in the  backyard, or maybe being the son of an avid mountain climber (he climbed all 54 of Colorado’s 14,000 peaks in the span of 10 years)

Anyway, I had often looked at the giant cottonwood tree on Old Man Gallop’s property, close enough to the fence between us to share a little pouring of its leaves and most of its shade with us. Old Man Gallup has several acres of property south of mine & my roommate’s house and as far as I can tell the whole place is fenced in by a 6ft. high barbed wire fence. Occasionally he takes his horse for a trot out there before retreating back to the more wooded half of his property that is cluttered with old cars. His house probably several hundred yards from the edge of where our suburban neighborhood meets his property.

I always wished that tree was ours a we have no trees in our yard. We would do so much with it: put a tree swing on it, build a tree house in it, jump out of it on to or trampoline, or just climb it.

Climbing Old Man Gallup’s Tree

So, Sunday (the 19th) I came home from lunch at Dos Hombres to an empty house. StevO called me up to go shooting, and now I wish more than anything I had went ahead to the store to buy ammo. Instead a quiet afternoon reading a book seemed more inviting. I dragged a lawn chair into the backyard grass, sat down and opened “A Wind in the Door”. The October afternoon was so perfect I had to look up and observe after every paragraph. Once again I looked at Old Man Gallup’s tree, my eyes mapping out the many branches as I thought ‘Why haven’t I ever climbed that tree before?’

I had my plan, I would get my camera, take a few pictures from up high and come down and get back to my book. When I got to the fence I remembered what had stopped me before. To get in the tree, I would need to be on Old Man Gallup’s property and the worst part…there are no limbs lower than about 15 feet.

I climbed on top of the fence post and studied the only reachable branch. It curved from the tree drooping behind me almost to the ground. The only way I was going to climb this tree was to get myself on top of that branch. I thought about what I’d need to do .I’ve done it many times in other trees before. I jumped up and grabbed the branch. I swung my legs up around it. The a limb sticking up almost vertical about 4 inches thick. Next I would need to use that limb to wrench myself around to the top of the branch. I grabbed ahold with my right hand and tugged, it felt secure. With my left hand I reached up to 3 inch branch that split off from it. I think a small thought in my head said if this one breaks, my right will hold me.

I grabbed the smaller branch with my left hand which transferred most of my body weight to the 4 inch branch. With a suddenness that seemed to preceed even grasping the branch there was a loud snap! I had the split second feeling of having the world yanked out from under me like a table cloth.

The Scariest Moment of My Life

From what the doctor says I landed on my head first which snapped back fracturing a joint in my lower neck. I lay in a pile of dead branches. I tried to move but it felt like a 200lb. person was sitting on my chest. I tried to move my hands but they wouldn’t budge. I felt pain everywhere and I panicked. “Help!” I cried. I rolled myself around in the sticks yelling “Help! Somebody help!” but I knew I was too far away for anyone to hear. I had to get up. Breathing as if that 200lb person was still on my chest, I struggled against the pulsating pain to my tingling feet. I looked myself over trying to figure out what was wrong. I saw blood but didn’t know where it was from. My right arm looked weird, was it broken? I realized I was hunched over and bent to the right. “Oh $%&), HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” I whined.

The closest people I knew of were one house passed an empty lot to the west of our house. I yelled in that direction to no avail. I realized I had my cell phone in my left pocket. I reached down and pawed the phone with my limp fingers. There was no way I was getting it out. To find help would I would have to get outside of this barbed wire fence! In the back of my head I knew there where no gates near and looking around confirmed it. Then a terrible thought came to me, I was going to have to hurl my limp body, already blasting with pain, onto the barbed wire and flip over the fence! No way I thought, there’s got to be a way out.

I wobbled on my numb tingly legs east to he fence by our front yard. Thank God, there some kids riding bikes in dead end of our street.

“Hey kid! Can you call an ambulance? I fell out of that tree over there and hurt myself pretty bad,” I said through painful gasps. Soon the kid had informed our next door neighbors Kenny and Vicki. I was able to explain to Kenny what happened through labored breathes and sweating profusely. My entire body screamed in pain and I tried to change my position to ease the pain. Kenny was able to reach through the fence get my cell phone out of my pocket. I leaned my head on my forearm on the fence which slightly relieved pain. Then I tried laying in the weeds, that helped a little bit.

I heard Vicky say “Oh Josh,” and start praying for me. I grunted every breath and it seemed like half an hour before the ambulance got there. Finally I heard the sirens and out of my peripheral could see a fire truck pull up. Firemen  cut a hole in the fence and strapped me to a board as an ambulance backed up to the fence. The cut my shirt off and told me not move as they strapped a neck brace on. Ivs  were jammed in to my arm, questions were asked, the ride seemed to take an hour before I saw through the ambulance sunroof a crane overhead indicating we had arrived at St. Mary’s.

St. Mary’s, Prognosis and Rehab

They ran me through claustrophobia tube…I mean MRI and found I have a fracture in my C5 vertebrae. The fracture itself is not displaced and will heal fine. However, the pain in my back, arms and hands is coming from swelling in the spine inside an already irregularly  narrow spinal canal (apparently some people are born with this).  They also found some degenerated/bulging discs that were from something previous, hmmm what could that be from? Flipping over the handlebars of  a motorcycle? Tumbling down the ditch at 30mph in the Ridges after falling of my longboard? T-boning an SUV at 45mph on Broadway? Catching an edge snowboarding and tumbling down the hard packed snow? Or perhaps getting rear-ended by a guy doing 65mph when I was at a standstill? Anyway, Dr. Clifford thought I may need surgery to relieve the swelling and so I wasn’t aloud to eat until the next day. I got a catheter, oxygen, IV, a Sterroid and foot circulators hooked up to me  and went to sleep staring at the ceiling. Wes stayed with me that first night.

The next day Dr. Clifford explained to me that surgery was optional. They could do a procedure to widen my spinal canal or they could remove the degenerated discs and fuse those three vertebrae together. Really surgery would be a preventative measure in case I got in an accident like this again. I chose not to have surgery.

Those first few days my hands were by far the most painful part of my body. They constantly felt like they were burning. That has gone down a lot and though I still can’t extend my fingers, the only constant pain is my right thumb (tingly and numbish), my left ring finger (sharp pain) and dull pain in neck/back. The worst thing I’m experiencing though is that sometimes when I move just right I think its pinching a nerve. This is by far the most painful thing I have ever felt. When it happens I can never really figure out what position caused it and so I spend a terrifying minute trying to move out of the position. It feels like I’m having a heart attack or being electrocuted starting at my spine and running through my shoulder straight to my thumb. It’s like some one taking plyers and crushing the raw nerve or pouring liquid metal down my arm.

So after spending several nights being woken up for vitals and fed Percoset or Vicaden and Flexerol and Lyrica every few hours, it was on to rehab floor where I am now. This floor is mainly for recovering senior citizens and so for the last few days I’ve felt like I’m trapped in an old folk’s home.

I want to thank all the doctors, nurses, techs, PTs, Ots, ect. That have worked on me…I think there’s been at least 50! Most have been above average nice! Most of all I want to thank mom & dad for making several trips here from Craig despite their own problems (Granddad has the flu) and taking shifts sleeping on the couch in my room, Wes and Recbecca for spending almost every evening with me and Wes also sleeping on that crappy recliner. Also, I have been blown away by the response of my friends! I have had at least 1 vistor every day and like 12 one day! You have all cared SO much! Thank you for the sweets, the cards, drawings, and even flowers! I can’t describe how seeing you guys has helped me get through this! I was going to list all of you but then I feel like crap if I missed someone! Also, was pretty out of it on pain med a couple of times and some of you didn’t realize you had to stand directly over me for me to see you with this collar on! Oh and last but certainly not least….in fact, first, Thank You Lord, you were with me the whole time reminding me “…that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”

Currently listening :

You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

By Fatboy Slim

Release date: 1998-10-20

Links to Friends’ Creations

I’m constantly blown away by the talents of everyone I know and none of them are getting the attention they deserve! I hope I can help just a tiny bit! (Working on links over time)

Shelly [Steenwyk] Anderson: blogger- Laughing Under Waterfalls

Josh Anderson (me!): blogger: JoshStories, graphic designer, artist: Josh Anderson Art Blog, somewhat musician

Wes Anderson: graphic designer

Stephen Wallace: woodworkerartist: Anchor Worksauthor: Nickel’s Fortune

Andrea Cronin: “Repurposed Vintage and Adventures” blog and store: The Lovely Adventure

Nathan Carson: artist: NART, graphic designer NARTwriter & poet: Dear Poetry, musician: Koima

Troy DeRose: artist, graphic designer: Fixer Creative, musician: The Invisibles, The Yes We Cans

Aaron Sheley: writer, poet: , film critic, film director, actor, producer, musician: The Dead Telluriders

Daniel Dawson: photographer, videographer

Jon James: musician, producer, videographer: Shedd Studios

Butch McCain: actor, musician: The McCain Brothers & Cuzin Jed, voice artist

Charity Meinhart: graphic designer, photographer, musician: Jake Wilkinson’s Unicycle

Dave Hansow: entrepreneur, founder of non-profits Light Gives Heat (Suubi, Epoh), Chrome Buffalo, The Find, graphic designer

Dale (Pagenkopf) Brown: graphic designer

Chase Martinez: musician: Chamberlynn, Starship Romance, ChaseMance, The Redlands, Valeta

Eve Roberts: blogger: Dabblism & FruitNVeggie

Jeff Kirtland: musician: Free While Supplies Last, Jake Wilkinson’s Unicycle

Justin Nordine: artist, tattoo artist: The Raw Canvas

Benson Broyles: musician: The Pineapple Crackers (R.I.P.)

Sean & Megan Henry: artists & photographers: Revelare Photography

Peter Rosenthal: musician: Dirtylectric

Dustin Wise: musician: Mike’s Chair & Plaid Owl, audio production: Plaid Owl Productions

Jim Blevins: musician, web designer: 100 Watt Design

Jen DuBois: artist: Jennifer Kay Art, blogger: Beauty from the Ordinary

Elise Soniat: photographer: Source of Light Imagery

Corey Wright: muscian: The Steadfast Project-Corey Wright Music

Danny Odem: musician: Mode

Arlo DiCristina: artist, tattoo artist at The Raw Canvas

Amos Biocic: artist, fabricator: Myrick Designs

Wade Yamaguchi: photographer, videographer: Yamo Films

Shea Bramer: artist, songwriter, musician, producer, entertainer: Shea Bramer Music, Autumn’s Chase

Melora Coyle: tattoo artist at The Raw Canvas

Rob Labig: musician: The New Fall of Man

Josh Roberts: musician: Loaded .45, Loaded .45 at and Bad Karma Kings

Scott Aneloski: artist, graphic designer: Scott Ford Aneloski

Colter Harkins: actor

Bre Skaggs: graphic designer, artist

Josh Christensen: photographer, blogger: Josh the Wanderer

Haven Herrera: artist, rapper: SolidSavage, Illfluent, Rated Ill

Ian Barefoot: artist: Xanthier, Ion-Design

Casey Dry: musician: Junk Drawer, Tight Thump

Ray & Candace Ward: Thailand missionaries & entrepreneurs: The Outpour Movement, Famous Rays Burgers, Famous Rays Bicycle Shop, the Refuge Children’s Home

Seth Schaeffer: musician, videographer, web designer, producer: Hoptocopter Films

Brose Deply (Rob): film maker, director: In Bloom Pictures

Jeremy Plantinga engineer, entrepreneur, inventor: Crux Offroad

Troy Behrens: musician: Five Face Down, photographer: Time Flies Photography



Fernie Garcia: musician

Emily Knapp: graphic designer, musician

Travis Roberts: musician, producer

Dustin Haily: graphic designer

Tim Nutting: musician, founding pastor: Life Community Church

Paul Watson: founding pastor: The Downtown Vineyard Church

Curt Lincoln: founding pastor

Andrew Mabrey: musician: Autumn’s Chase

Melissa Pruitt: photographer: LaTeeDa Photography

Vanessa Jergensen: photographer: Ginger Moose

Rob Wallace: musician

Steve McGarry: musician

Dan Cox: author

Will Arbaugh: author

Danielle Cox: artist

Lawrence Aguirre: artist, dancer

Melissa Ludeman: blogger

Daniel Bachert: photographer: Copper Photography

Cheryl Talbott: artist

Tim Herrera: artist, break dancer

Tyler Gonerka: graphic designer, musician: Autumn’s Chase

Brooke Jeschke: graphic designer

Danny Tavori: musician

Jen Rossman: artist, graphic designer

Kevin Decker: musician, photographer

Joel Watson: graphic designer, web developer

Leah Allard: artist


MxPx at the X96 Big Ass Show in Salt Lake City. Fall 2005

It’s 1-26-15. I’m just now writing this hilarious incident down because I never want to forget it and for some reason never wrote it down when it happened almost 10 years ago.

MxPx at the X96 Big Ass Show in Salt Lake City
Saturday 24, September 2005

Trying to Leave Town

Back in our skateboarding, punk rock days, my buddy & roommate Stevo and I were really into MxPx. We’d been fans since the 90’s but had never made it to a show. When we heard they were playing in Salt Lake, a mere 5 hours away, we planned to go. It was more  of a festival show put on by an SLC radio station called X96 and featured an array of bands including The Used, The All American Rejects and The Bravery.
The Friday night before the show I was excited and knew we’d need to get up early to get to Salt Lake by noon, when the show opened. However, with Stevo, I knew plans were never ‘set in stone’.
Saturday morning I woke up and went to his door and knocked. Nothing. I knocked again this time, cracking the door and whispering “Hey, are we gonna go to Salt Lake?”. I can’t remember if he mumbled something or ignored me, but whatever he did gave me the impression he didn’t feel like going. My heart sunk. I was excited about the show; going alone wouldn’t be any fun at all. I went back to my room kind of sulking and thinking about how much I had anticipated this little road trip and decided to try one more time. I cracked the door and said, “Come on! We gotta get on the road if we’re going to the show!”
Surprising me, Stevo literally rolled out of bed into a ‘rocker’ position and jammed an air guitar! I laughed hard and said “Yeah! We’re goin’!”
Time was ticking away and we really needed to get out of Grand Junction and on I70 to get to Salt Lake by noon. It seemed like pulling teeth to get him ready and out of the house, but soon we were packed up (by which I mean, we had our skateboards) in my Honda Passport and and headed out of my neighborhood.
“Does it cost to get into this show?” he asked.
Baffled I said, “Are you kidding me? Of course it costs.”
“Well, can we go by my ATM to get some cash?”
Already annoyed by how long it took us to leave, this set me toward becoming angry, especially because his ATM was 3 miles in the wrong direction. Rolling my eyes I said, “Fine”.

We pulled up to the ATM kiosk, he jumped out and pushed some buttons. After a minute he jumped back into my Honda and informed me, “I’ve never used my card before and it won’t let me do anything without some further verification.”


“Yeah, can we go to my bank?”

Now I was angry. I knew his bank was in Palisade, about 7 miles in the WRONG direction. Sure it was only about 10 minutes the wrong way, but its the principle of the matter!

“Fine,” I said stiffed lipped and gripping the steering wheel. All these thoughts were going through my head: ‘Why is he never prepared?’, ‘Why am I the only one concerned with getting there when the show opens?’, etc.

We head to Palisade, and as we pull into the parking lot, we remember: the bank doesn’t open until 9.

“Aw shoot,” he says, “Um, can we go to my parent’s house? I can get some cash there.”

Now I’m fuming, this is another 5 minutes to the far East side of Palisade, STILL in the wrong direction! (In all, we’re nearing HALF an hour the WRONG way!)

I quietly head out to his parent’s house and he rushes inside. I know he was inside for maybe 2 minutes, but in my urgency it felt like another half an hour. I wait, and wait. Finally I’m thinking ‘What is taking so long?!’

That’s when I look over and see him over on the side of the house, prostrate on the ground aiming a .22 rifle at something toward the orchard behind their house. ‘What. In. The. World?!” I think. I hear a “POP!, POP!”. Then he puts the rifle away and runs back to my Honda. As he climbs in, the ridiculousness of the situation has allowed for just enough of my steam to vent so that I can laugh and ask, “What the crap are you doing?!”

He answers, “Oh, I had to shoot a cat!”

Finally we head for I70 and to Salt Lake City.

The Show

Finally we arrived at the X96 Big Ass show, and as we neared the venue, we should have known (especially running late) that there was no parking left. We drove around the surrounding neighborhoods and couldn’t find parking until about 5 blocks north. Luckily, we had our skateboards and cruised on them back to the venue. The problem then was, the venue would not allow skateboards inside. A police officer nearby heard us being turned away and said “I’ll be here all day, you guys can store them in my cruiser”. Though I was thinking ‘What? What cop offers that?’, we said ‘Thanks!” and stowed them.

I don’t have much to write about the actual show because now, 10 years later, most of it has faded (ironic, isn’t it?). I remember being very unimpressed with the All American Rejects, especially because they were so foul-mouthed and seemed to do this only to be cool.

MxPx was a blast and it was hard to believe we were finally seeing them after being huge fans for a decade. It was in this mosh pit where Stevo “brushed” up against one of the many “punk chicks” in the crowd and felt some sort of a connection. He was so moved he later wrote a punk song called “Sweet Punk Chick”.

After this we pursued the other bands and decided we needed to leave about halfway through The Used’s set. We got our boards back from the cop and cruised back to my Honda. We hit up a Del Taco before leaving town.

The Journey Home

On our way home through the desert in the night it started to become apparent to me that my head lights were dimming. At some point my CD player started to malfunction. If I remember correctly there were other malfunctions with the vehicle as well. When we got home there seemed to be a significant difference in how long the trip took coming home versus heading there.

Half jokingly we surmised that we must have had an alien abduction experience. However, I later discovered the alternator had gone bad in the Honda. (Glad we made it home!) The Jake Wilkinson’s Unicycle song “машина автоматический (car automatic)” is loosely based on this drive home.

All in all the day was quite an adventure, and I’d like to say I will never forget it. But if I do, it’s written here for future entertainment.

Josh News Update 4-1-2010

Dear friends & family,
I just wanted to catch you up with the news in my life. In January I had an endoscopy performed to diagnose a swallowing problem I have had since childhood. I think a lot of you already knew that and that they found that my esophagus is extremely small (less than 10mm and the normal is like 17mm) I told you this was mainly caused by allergies (Eosinophillic Esophagitis) which is party true. However, it is not caused by a food allergy. What I didn’t tell anyone at the time is what Dr. Prosser found during the endoscopy. He found a strange metal implant in my neck near my esophagus. He said it looks like some sort of surgical implant that looks to be partly embedded in my cervical spine. This may be what has caused my swallowing problems. This thing has been in my neck for who knows how long and what’s creepier is how did it get there? I have always laughed at conspiracy theorists and people who study paranormal activity (UFO’s and aliens and all that) but what happens when something like this shows up in your life?
Dr. Prosser put me on Flovent to swallow to reduce the white blood cell reactions and will see me in a about a week to decide what needs to be done about this. He is every bit as curious as I am and it looks like I may the subject of some intense scientific study. Email or message me if you you want to know more. I will keep you all posted as to what happens.
Attached is the X-Ray showing the implant in my neck.


A Narrow and Indefinite Path

Like a soda shaken, something in my blood cries for release. It is the passing of time that shakes that something up charging into potential energy. Sometimes I feel like all I need is to be able to talk to someone to let that pressure out, but really what I need is change.
I’m walking down a narrow – oh so narrow – pathway in slow motion (or regular motion…it’s all relative to point of view) Either way you look at it, though, everyone around me is moving at light speed. About eight years ago I started experiencing among my brothers, my sandbox playmates, that metamorphosis that all humans being pass through. It’s all at once a loss of innocence, a maturing, a rite of passage and a moving on. With our brows raised in surprise and maybe a little jealousy we watched one of our own shed his childhood skin and commit himself for a lifetime to a girl, a female, that mysterious “other” human being that we had spent so many conversations trying to figure out. Suddenly something that seemed impossible for us “kids” or maybe just too distant in the future, or something for “grown ups” was happening to one of us. But even more surprising was how quickly it came for the next guy…and then the next. Gradually I was now in the minority and as my polar ice caps of commonality quickly melted I was forced to jump to others. Oh how fast they disappear. Soon I found myself among a younger and younger crowd only to watch the same scenario happen again and again.
I have learned so much from observing them all and through all of my failed attempts. Supremely I have learned (and continue to learn) who I am and in so, the single person’s most sought after attribute(as long as he or she must remain single): contentment. But the road to true andlasting contentment is long and winding and loneliness is a beast who is constantly biting at your heels….


Started April 20, 1993

(originally typed on an electric typewriter)



Cover typed April 24, 1993

Copyright 1993 by Josh Anderson

JOSH ANDERSON                                                                April 20, 1993

**NEWS FLASH**                            #1

The 20th century motoforfostalis giant in New Antilis has changed its portingfik from New Antilis Bay area to a gargantuous pokk in Deses-ameboust. Deses-ameboust’s reaction to this was one of welcome. GargantuousT’pokk is where all the gargantuous pokks are found. Mr. Gill Pentart the III says, quote: “I had my doubts about a big company such as the 20th Century Motoforfostalis moving its heavy equipment into one of my gargantuous poks, but when I was reminded about the increased tourism (which of course means more money) I changed my mind. “Earlier today workers at the 20th Century Motoforfostalis were given jobs to make out notice forms for the public. Bick C’das, one of our reporters, got this story from one. That wraps up today’s new flash.

(Then I typed up the rules for the Spirit of the West contest 4-21-93)

April 22, 1993

BillyJoeJimBobMaPapyElvis was caught eating pistachios.

Pev Bickeet a retired Olympic Under Water BB Stacker, parked in a handicap zone in the town of Mini-Maybell about 8 weeks ago.

(then I typed an excerpt from Doc Savage: Secret in the Sky)

Wiperd Pinklety has just broken his leg into 70 pieces after jumping off his bunk bed in Boise Idaho.

Benish Baxter of Walla Walla Washington FELL asleep while crossing a railroad track south of town. The train came and severed him in two. He is now at St. Luke’s hospital in Denver, Colorado and in a hospital in Hoboken New York.

Backyuny Fr’quose of Podol’sk in Russia, moved to the U.S.A. in search of the top chess players of the U.S. but failed when he walked straight into his front screen door and had to get stitches on the tip of his nose. He was later arrested for allegedly spilling grape juice on the white carpet of his new apartment.


excuse me:


April 22, 1993

Markale Goobertrough and his friends (19 friends + himself) broke the world record of most people on a bike at one time. The previous record was 19 on bike and they went 656 ft. 2 in. Markale & friends went 656 ft. 3 in. Markale & friends celebrated in Wollaston Forland, Greenland. Markale’s principality is Australia.

Pill GeDet of Corpus Christi, Texas, actually “laid” an egg. Well actually her swallowed a hummingbird egg and for medical reasons he could not digest the egg. The egg passed through his body. One day when he was “inducing bowel movement” (to nicely put it) the egg exited his body through his anus thus giving the illusion of laying an egg.


Today Mr. GeDet’s egg has hatched into a baby flamingo, I mean ostrich, I mean hummingbird!!

I just realized I’ve ruptured my cerebral cortex by trying to comprehend the mental capacity equivalent to Albert Einstein!

April 23, 1993

Aktan Pininberta of Fresno, California, said ‘quagmire that is svelte’ 50 times backwards in 23.2 seconds on June 10, 1945. That would be ‘svelte that is quagmire’.

Sam Butenski of Biloxi, Mississippi, ate 300 submarine sandwiches on October 31, 1977 at a Halloween party. It was a bet and he won $300! The next day he filled his Biloxi apartment, wall to wall with one inch of puke.

Allen Bowerhamlin of Albuquerque New Mexico’s favorite thing to do is zip jackets! He has a hospitality company that will zip jackets for people. He is his only employee.

Stern Quanticle, staff writer at the Canyon City Chronicle, was in his brown 1974, Nissan when he spilled his diet Pepsi in the floorboard. Stern tried cleaning the spill while driving. When he looked up he found that he was going 70 m.p.h. in 40 m.p.h. zone. He also found that he was heading west on southbound. Well of course that didn’t last long. He ran off the road and a little while later police arrived. The police asked him how fast he was going, he replied 70 m.p.h. They later discovered Mr. Quanticle was dyslexic.

April 23, 1993 is the day that I, Josh Anderson, tied the Craig Middle School pull-up record with 21 pull-ups! (5th hour)

April 23, 1993

Garth Anthony, a man with 14 children grew up in Bhutan in southern Asia. He now lives in Yakima Washington with non of hid kids. By the way, his wife mysteriously disappeared about ¼ a year ago. His kids have moved out. Yesterday he was seen purchasing  a second hand brown parka at a thrift store in a little town called Craig, Colorado.

Spin Newten an 84 year old disc jockey in Fort Worth Texas swallowed his false teeth and was rushed to the hospital last Friday. (To get his stomach pumped (he was a radio disc jockey))


Geoff Bough is on trial at the Supreme Court of Tennessee for allegedly racing with a farmer’s cow. When police hauled him in they made him take a pee test which he flunked badly because he peed on the tester’s hand. Investigators say he was on PCP that’s why he beat the cow. Scientists who tested Bough say he had previously smoked grass from his front lawn. They say Geoff was confused by the phrase “smokin’ grass”.

April 24, 1993

Dwain Patkerski to eat a rock live in front of 13 billion people. This stunt will be performed at McNichols Arena in Denver Colorado on July 4, 1993. Cost of admission will be $4 for adults and $2 for kids.

The square root of 875 is 29.580398!

Edward Kilner endeavored to take down a flying saucer with his shot gun.


I just feel like typing mon!!!!!!! Wes just came in the front door! Me and bro just helped dad take his newly made weights out of the truck. Dad is making us a squat rack. HI, I’m back! We just got done with our workout and I came so close to bench pressing 200 pounds!! Hey dude, what’s happenin’? Right now I’m eatin’ lunch. I just got done eating lunch, O.K.? The Rockies are playing the Marlins. Dad said we are going to have to get coal today (Saturday) Here we go: 1234567890-=qwertyuiop1/2asdfghjkl;’zxcvbnm,./!@#$%^&*()_+QWERTYUIOP{}1/4ASDFGHJKL:”ZXCVBNM<>?

I just typed every key on here, but I bet that the characters on this typewriter are only ¼ of the characters in the English language. (about) DUDE! Aric is here now! I’m typing with the red button down. Josh Anderson Josh Anderson. QqqqQQQQQJJJJJJJJJ&&&&&&&&&&!@#$%^&*()____________________+QWERTYUIOP{}ASDFGHJKL:”ZXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCVBNM<>? Crut oiif4f49mp0jprj40jfp0djfJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ77777777777777777777

*Josh is a name.

April 24, 1993

Wes just said “Aric lets go into my room.” Aric is reading the paper and Wes is waiting for him in his room. Write the date that you are read this here ___________(penciled in) 4-27-93 This sign @ means ‘at’ and it is an ‘a’ see? @nd////////////xxxxxxxxxxxx What are you looking at? ½ ½½½½½½½½½½½ Why did I just type that? Search me!!! And a! “Aric what’s your favorite thing to do?” “I don’t know” Yo! Scuse me. I’m @ home. This paper is #5. I have about $195 in the bank. 50% of 100 is 50. If I had as much $ as I do (cent sign) I would be rich! I have a lot of paper and pencils. I’m *Josh.

April 25, 1993

(New day.) ==== Iky doodle. Its Sunday and WE just woke up. I’m hungry. I can’t think of anything to say.

Bill Petty sat in his living room chair reading the evening paper. He shrugged his shoulder because he thought he felt something on it. He turned he turned his head to see a giant robot spider. Before he could do anything it stuck him with a syringe like structure which was highly poisonous. The poison immediately killed him.

Daniel sat in the chair in the police chief’s office reading the paper that contained the story of Bill Petty. “Daniel, I want you and your two buddies, John and Ricky to investigate,” said the chief.

“Alright chief,” said Daniel. Daniel got up and told John and Ricky. Hjp0vjprfi4mv As you can see I’m getting bored with this story!!!!!!


:”:”:”:”: JOHDT Why do I have these key spasms? I don’t know why but typing is sorta fun. I like drawing very much. Bro wants me to play baseball I want bro to play out back with me since it is such a nice day. I did 62 sit-ups in P.E. and 21 pull-ups “Smokey come!” “Hi dawg!” “Bro come!” (Bro) “Just a second.” Today be 4/25/93

Al Sherman from Trinidad, Colorado climbed a 2 ft. peak on April 2, 1993. “I was thinkin’ about bein’ a pro football player,” he said. “He’s only 90 pounds” said an NFL coach.

Today Bandit and Sandy got out and we tried to fix the hole they got out of. I am eating a rice crispy treat. Aric just called. Wes is talking to him. 75 is my favorite #. Bro is doing some homework that he doesn’t have to do. “Mom, is funniest videos on?” asked Wes.


April 26, 1993

Monday 7:35 a.m.

Here I am folks! We watched a movie called ‘Folks’ with Tom Selleck in it last weekend. It was weird because Tom didn’t have his stushmash (mustach) We also watched ‘Memoirs of an Invisible Man’. This weekend (yesterday) we played baseball and washed the car  Sunday and got coal on Saturday. Dad let me and Wes drive the truck. Aric came with us but he didn’t get to drive, but he should of because he’s the one that just turned 15 on April 11, 1993. Oh well. I can’t believe it[s] already been a week since our free Monday. That was a pretty boring day. I worked on my 25th Anniversary Lamborghini Countach model, I played with my Transformers and I drew on the picture for that art contest I typed about at the beginning of this. Now it is 7:48 a.m. I think I going crazy! I’m actually typing more than I’m drawing lately. Well I’m getting’ bored of this, I think I’ll go DRAW.

We went to the school play with the computers today. Dang it! Why did I make that space up there? Because the space is supposed to be here!


Take the right or left palm (your choice) or your fist (right or left) and punch the person you want to kill above the upper lip, on the bottom part of the cartilage of the nose. The cartilage should become disconnected from the bone of the nose. The cartilage should lodge itself quite deep into the brain. This should kill your enemy PDQ.

What? What are you looking at? Did you expect the above story to be interesting? I’m eating my ice cream, I just pretty much got done with my shower. Well to be more specific I started typing after my shower at the part that says “We went to the school play with the computers today.” Well who really cares anyway? By the way, PDQ stands for PRETTY DANG QUICK. It is 9:35 p.m. Did I tell you we watched “THE ADAMS FAMILY” Friday? Did I? Huh? Huh? Huh?!!!! Why does this typewriter have that ½ key over there to the far left? I can’t believe I’m not in bed at 9:38 p.m. on Monday! Its because mom is doing homework with WesOOOOOOOOli Jeeze I’m typin’ a lot! Today in P.E. we did V-sit & reach and I got a -2! This is how you have to do a division sign on this typewriter -: & this is how you have to do a multiplication sign on this typewriter x.

4-27-93 Here’s how you have to do the subtraction sign – Here’s how you have to do an addition sign (they have one) +. I’m almost to the end of this paper. It is 7:55 a.m. Tuesday April 27, 1993. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ We’ll have to go to school in a minute. ****++++-: -x=V ______