Saturday, September 29, 2007

This blog is still dead. I decided not to resurrect it. But on the off chance that someone shows up and actually wants to read about what's new in my life, I'll leave the new link:

Monday, July 02, 2007


This blog no longer serves any real purpose, and is running a great risk of doing harm instead of any kind of good or harmlessness. If that makes any sense. So, adios to any and all who read this stuff. Thanks for your attention, but it is better to turn it somewhere else.

Saturday, June 30, 2007


Here's to favorite customers who leave us to hide out in the deepest darkest corners of South Africa for 5 years of University. Thank goodness you're only one!

Monday, June 11, 2007

What's your denomination?

I just took an interesting online test to see what denomination best fits my beliefs. Here are the results:
  1. (100%) Congregational/United Church of Christ
  2. (96%) Baptist (Reformed/Particular/Calvinistic)
  3. (89%) Presbyterian/Reformed
  4. (86%) Eastern Orthodox
  5. (82%) Methodist/Wesleyan/Nazarene
  6. (79%) Anabaptist (Mennonite/Quaker etc.)
  7. (79%) Baptist (non-Calvinistic)/Plymouth Brethren/Fundamentalist
  8. (79%) Pentecostal.Charismatic/Assemblies of God
  9. (75%) Anglican/Episcopal/Church of England
  10. (75%) Lutheran
  11. (68%) Seventh-Day Adventist
  12. (62%) Church of Christ/Campbellite
  13. (62%) Roman Catholic
Very interesting to see the results. For the first 9 or so years of my life my family attended Pentecostal Churches (we moved alot, hence the "es" on Church). Then we attended a Fellowship Baptist for...6 years I think. A little more moving and we checked out a few more churches (ie. a Four Square Church and a Mennonite Brethren, among others), but for the past 4 years or so we haven't attended church anywhere. So, with that as my background, I found these results rather interesting. And really, I no longer care what denomination a person attends, especially as I couldn't really say what my own is.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Creative impulses and the lack of output

I have this great urge to write right now. So I sat down to generally outline a story idea I've had for a while...and discovered that it's a very STUPID story, and I really don't want to write it. But what DO I want to write? I don't know. I want to write something that makes people laugh. And inspires them to create something themselves. A lot of my favorite movies do that. Like "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" and "Flushed Away" and "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe." Pretty well anything that has a great character (like Rita) or strong emotion (like Mr. Smith talking himself hoarse in the Senate) or great drama (like the White Witch revealing to Mr. Tumnus that it was Ed who betrayed him for a few pieces of Turkish Delight) inspires this. I guess it's the same with my favorite books too. It's pretty hard to beat Fish...tied to a post in a dark basement, frantically trying to get loose as he watches Rose slowly suffocating; her head covered in a plastic bag*. Or when Marcus Valerian tries to drown himself in the Sea of Galilee but survives and finds hope and life and the two greatest desires of his heart instead.*.

I can't describe the feeling I get every time I watch The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and see Mr. Tumnus looking EXACTLY as I'd always pictured him. Or listening to Focus On The Family's Radio Theatre version of the same story and just KNOW that the voice they chose for Edmund was PERFECT. And when music is perfectly matched to the action in the movie, like the part in the Fellowship of the Ring when Gandalf goes down with the belrog, or Shrek fights his way in the castle to rescue Fiona to the song "Holding Out for a Hero"...something just wells up inside of me and makes me want to create something. I feel like I've been infected by something great and good and bigger than myself, and I want to share it. But I get so frustrated because I can't express what I feel. I can't let it out. I want to write, but when I sit down to do it, nothing comes out. Sometimes I've just pulled my violin out and started to play...but that just floats out the window and nothing lasts. It helps relieve things for the time being, but it's not completely satisfying. One day though, I'll discover what it is I have to infect the world with, and it'll be good. And I'll create this urge in someone else.

*The above alluded-to books are "The Shadow of the Bear" by Regina Doman and "An Echo in the Darkness" by Francine Rivers.