Dysfunctional Little Corner of Cyberspace...
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,
dust and gravel flying, thoroughly used up and
totally worn out, loudly proclaiming "Wow, what a ride! Thank you Lord."
|Okay, you found us! I haven't been
able to spend much time updating this space, but if you come back from
time-to-time, you might find something new or worthwhile (though that last
part is unlikely).
We're the Wood family: Brian,
Kellie, Blake (and family, Autumn, Olivia, and Aria), Dillon, and Taylor (along with an assortment of pets --
though the roster changes periodically).
Brian can be reached at
v908 at yahoo.com
Kellie can be reached at
kelliekwood at yahoo.com
Blake might be able to be reached at
blake.wood824 at gmail.com
Dillon will probably ignore your mail at
dillqnm at yahoo.com
Taylor periodically checks
woodlet3 at yahoo.com
Latest news: Brian is still working at
Entertainment Partners as VP of Information Technology. Blake
graduated from CSUN with his Business Accounting degree and is working
at Milam, Knecht and Warner, LLP as a Staff Accountant. Dillon is
now working at Shift, a company that facilitates the buying/selling of
used cars. Taylor's is wrapping up at UC Santa Cruz (yes, following
in his brother's footsteps). Kellie left her paralegal job and is
looking for her next challenge.
We do post pictures from time-to-time
of activities we're up to. See the latest at
Do you give the horse his strength
or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust,
striking terror with his proud snorting?
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,
and charges into the fray.
He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing;
he does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver rattles against his side,
along with the flashing spear and lance.
In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground;
he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, "Aha!"
He catches the scent of battle from afar,
the shout of commanders and the battle cry. (Job 39:19-25)
"Call on God, but row away from the rocks." -
Hunter S. Thompson
is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been.
The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its
way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion
that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.'" -