Archive for February, 2009

San Francisco: An Update

Posted in Life/Stories on February 18, 2009 by lspray

3280807818_3fd5cb5718I haven’t written anything since we moved into our new place, so here’s an update:

Moving was great. I felt like Benjamin Button when he finally gets the girl and they get a place together, It’s completely empty but he says it was the happiest time of their lives. I was so stoked to move into downtown SF, to finally be where I wanted to be, that I did not care one bit that we had no furniture. As much as I liked TJ’s parents well furnished house and their hospitality, I really love my downtown 7th floor apartment, with bay windows, and a view, and a balcony, and a gym, and a pool. God really blessed us with getting this thing. And even though it is mostly empty, it is the best place I have ever lived.

As I am writing this I am sitting on the floor up against the wall because we have no couch, or no chairs yet for that matter. We have a table that someone gave to us…and chairs for it are on the way, there are rumors of a couch as well. Sitting on the floor across from me are the only other things in the living room, a tiny TV that TJ’s parents gave us, Caleb’s PS2, and the wireless router that I got us…so we’ve all contributed a little bit. haha. But if you have extra furniture or anything, we’d be more than interested!

Anyways, We’re still getting the feel for our neighborhood. It’s so nice to be able to go outside at midnight and have the stores be open and see people on the streets. There is a little indie music venue across the street from us that seems to be packed each night with people trying to see bands I’ve never heard of. The street we live on is full or little bars and restaurants, all of which we cannot go to on account of having no money.

Speaking of money, I’m still looking for a job. As Mark commented to me in class tonight, “This is the absolute worst time to be looking for a job. Ever.” No kidding. Its been tough, I have a resume that makes it seem like I just got done serving Jesus, Obama, and Mother Theresa…blindfolded…and more restaurants have seen that resume than I can count. There just aren’t any jobs out there right now. So we’ll see what happens, hopefully God will open up a door soon though, I definitely need it.

Lastly, I love to dichotomy of San Francisco. I love how if you go one block from my apartment in one direction, there’s a strip club. And If you go one block in the other direction, there is a Lamborghini/Bentley dealership. I love how I can sit on the bus next to somebody who smells like a terrible mix of cigarettes and asian food, and also sit next to a man in a business suit. Just yesterday I was sitting on BART listening to the three yuppie girls behind me (Evesdropping is one of my favorite hobbies) talk about how they wished it rained more so they could wear their burberry rain boots, when I was distracted by a large dog suddenly sitting on my lap, followed by a bearded man with dreadlocks taking the seat next to me. After discussing his dog and laughing at the yuppie girls conversation behind us, he began to tell me strange stories of bald eagles, and then how he sold marijuana legally thanks to loose california law. Well, at least someones getting work these days…

until next time,



ps. I had a great low-key birthday, thanks to everyone who took the time to say happy birthday and whatnot. I’ve had more downs than ups with some of my friendships lately. Birthday’s are a day where people go out of their way to mention their appreciation for having someone in their life for that year or that moment. And at a time where some of my friendships are rocky to say the least, I think I may have needed it a little more than I though. So thanks. It meant alot.



Posted in Life/Stories on February 7, 2009 by lspray

Most of the time, my brain moves way too fast, which is why I usually write posts that are way too long, and also why I write posts like this after midnight. I’ll try to keep it short…

Me and TJ were talking about how everything we see on TV these days makes us consider it as a career. Try that sometime, it can be quite entertaining, but really…quite tough. I mean, there are so many options of things to do in life. So many options.

I was watching Sportscenter coverage of the Kobe’s 61 point game at Madison Square Garden, and the video showed Kobe walking through the halls, 15 people in tow behind him, and he comes up to director Spike Lee, and gives him a hug.

And I think to myself, “I want to be an acclaimed film director that hangs out with Kobe.”

And then I think, “better yet, I want to be Kobe!”

I mean, I wont lie, I wouldnt complain about being the best player on earth, or being a famous filmmaker, making lots of money, with big houses, nice cars, and pretty girls.

Fame. Money. Power. Oh yea, I definitely wouldn’t be complaining.

So, what do I do next? Type in: Spike Lee

(btw, TJ lost two battles today at the hands of Wikipedia, first he tried to tell me Pete Wentz was the lead singer of Fall Out Boy. Wrong. Then he tried to tell me that Monk was filmed in San Francisco. Wrong. Ha! Thank you Wikipedia.)

Back to the story:

In my mind I’m thinking to myself something along the lines of, “If I read the Wikipedia page about Spike Lee, I will find out how to be successful like him, and then I’ll become an acclaimed director too!”

Psh. If only.

I was soon sidetracked by the many links on his page. (damn you Wikipedia, for distracting me from becoming an acclaimed film director!) I soon happened upon the page of a Tawana Brawley. Reading along I learned that Tawana Brawley has her own Wikipedia page because she was the focus of an intense rape case during the year I was born.

The case focused on a then 15 year old african american Tawana Brawley being found in a garbage bag, having been missing for four days. She was covered in feces, claiming she has been raped by three white men, one being a police officer. As the case unfolded, it recieved huge media attention, and racial tensions were high. It was soon exposed that the girl had invented the whole story. A witness described seeing the girl climb into the garbage bag herself.

The girl has invented the whole story it seems, to avoid being beaten by her mothers boyfriend, Ralph King. King had a history of violence, including the stabbing death of his first wife. There was considerable evidence that King could and would violently attack Brawley; when Brawley had been arrested on a shoplifting charge the previous May, King attempted to beat her for the offense — at the police station.

Now, I dont know about you, but I can’t read something like that and not re-examine my priorities. Suddenly, money, fame and power became much lower on my priority list. 

Writing about the case, sociologist Jonathan Markovitz concluded “it is reasonable to suggest that Brawley’s fear and the kinds of suffering that she must have gone through must have been truly staggering if they were enough to force her to resort to cutting her hair, covering herself in feces, and crawling into a garbage bag.”

While some of what the girl went through may have been self inflicted, I can’t imagine living in an environment where covering myself in feces would become a reasonable option. 

I am blessed enough to have grown up in a home where both of my parents loved each other, where I never went without food, and where I never had to worry about all the things that Tawana Brawley had to worry about. I don’t understand why I was got lucky enough to be born into the Spray family. I don’t understand much of God, and I certainly dont understand why Tawana Brawley had to grow up in her family instead of mine.

What I’m saying is that I dont understand why I was blessed the way I was, and why others suffer the way they do. Why aren’t things the other way around? All I know is that they aren’t. So as much as I would like to have money, power and fame, I can’t help but feel like I owe something to the people who grew up like Tawana.  Even if I dont owe anything, it would be so selfish of me to chase fame, money and power, taking advantage of all the blessings I had, all the blessings that I did nothing to earn!

…and then completely forgetting all the people who didn’t have the chances that I did.

I just want to do something that matters.

On a lighter note…

Posted in Life/Stories on February 5, 2009 by lspray


when facial hair was still a new thing

when facial hair was still a new thing

The beauty of facebook and myspace is that I can keep up with the lives of people who I’m not so close with anymore. 


Sometimes I happen upon the profiles of girls I had crushes on in high school, and I think to myself (in the nicest way possible of course) “you know, she really isn’t as cute as I thought she was back then”

and then I thought to myself,

wait! do girls happen upon my profile and say to themselves:

“you know, Luke isn’t nearly as cute as I thought he was back then”

ha. crap.