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About Me

Animals Architecture Art Bible Cooking Films Gardens Health Missions Music Nature Reading Relationships Travel Writing Chad Michel is as interesting as life can be. A self-proclaimed beauty junkie and shoestring traveler, he delights in the big picture. Publishing his first novel at the age of twelve, The Flower Thief became a bestseller in quite a few languages. He followed it with his book of French poetry translated as A Little Won't Kill Ya, But Alot Won't Do You No Good. Forsaking fortune and fame, Chad took to the open road, helping the poor and oppressed throughout Nepal and India. Then on the sunny shores of Spain, his heart was broken by a pretty girl who told him he was weird. He was sent to a mental institution where he was diagnosed as a pathological liar with frequent outbreaks of dysentery. Eventually, he escaped back to America...but that is a long story. He dreams of opening a franchise of restaurants that focus on third world poverty where the rich spend nasty amounts of money to drink dirty water while the proceeds go to children that would die. Some of Chad's favorite words are: garden, autumn, umbrella, exodus and vanilla. Chad joined MySpace because it needs all the help it can get. He rarely ventures out to the public these days but has recently returned from trips to the African bush and to see the first Starbucks in Seattle. He is currently planning his trip to London and Paris before he thinks maybe then a trip to the moon. Currently, he lives with his dad, no wife, zero children and an imaginary dog named Flora (some say it's a dachshund). P.S. If you want the complete truth, then just ask.

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Passion, Beauty, Simplicity and Hope

My Blog

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Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 21:49:00 GMT

Count the Bright Hours Only

"Years ago, while working in Leatherhead, England I came across an old sundial with these words engraved on it: "Count the Bright Hours Only."  If you take Jesus literally, only the bright hours ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 00:18:00 GMT

As Iron On Iron

by Luci Shaw Walking this morning, I began to think how everything wears its other down.  How this sidewalk smoothes my rubber soles. How stomaches slick their food, waves burnish shattered bottl...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:28:00 GMT

My Tale of Two Cities

Day 1 Saturday  London is the place for me   My flight got me into the city very early in the morning.  I went to the Notting Hill area and witnessed the market slowly come to life as I ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 18:32:00 GMT

A Circle of Quiet

When I got home tonight the power was out.  I lit some candles.  Instead of listening to music, I decided to simply listen to the quiet.  There was no hum of the computer, no heat kicki...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:14:00 GMT

Big Green Light

       I was just reading Lindford's (Over the Rhine) latest letter/blog and enjoyed it so much to steal it or at least share in his idea.  He very poetically d...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 23:12:00 GMT

Like A Honeycomb

"Your life is an awesome work of art.  I love watching the ways in which God uses you to inspire people, especially me." Those words are written in the front of my bible by a great friend of mine...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:31:00 GMT

Faces

Do you ever just watch people's faces?  It is one of the best ways to pass time.  There are so many expressions, so many shapes and gestures.  You can't help but wonder what is going o...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 11:38:00 GMT

Acrobat

  I was reading the Nobel lecture by the Turkish writer Orhan Pamuk where he answers the question that writers most often get asked.  Why do you write?        ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 23:47:00 GMT

because I had to

Books Read: January AYA by Marguerite Abouet & Clement Oubrerie The Reader by Bernard Schkink Moderato Cantible by Marguerite Duras "He had no settled plan of life, nor looked forward at all, but ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 00:19:00 GMT