...'cause i'm not God, i'm not God.

for all those who haven't done so, please check out my sister's awesomeness at oh boy! photos.  the link is to your left and down some.  yep.

you know, buddy holly's music career only lasted about eighteen months.  buddy holly is kindof a big deal, even to this day, even if you only know his name from a very catchy weezer song.  and he did it all in eighteen cray-zee months.  what have i done in the last eighteen months?  definitely haven't become a musical legend, but then i haven't been killed in a plane crash either.

 

so here's to making the next eighteen more memorable, yo.

 

 

 

 

 

[yes, i really did just say "yo".  i'm gangsta like that.]

so as you can see, i have been doing a lot of interesting things lately.  interesting and new.  and i feel really great about most of them.  except the not reading textbooks one.  that is something i should revise for next week.

 

i have, however, been reading harold m. best's unceasing worship.  here's a taste:

 

"... this does not mean that Christian artists must limit themselves to so-called Christian content, especially the all-too-prevalent kind that is little more than spiritualized gingerbread.  it means that every aspect of life is open to aesthetic inquiry, both as to the sinfulness of sin and the grandeur of holy living.  thus, to the Christian artist, there are no off-limits subjects even though there are off-limits intentions and directions."

 

"first, unwise or giddy Christian artists will be tempted to take up the badge of artistic freedom in itself [a much flawed and idolatrous badge] instead of being thrust forward in the freedom that is in Christ alone.  also the public, especially the theologially pinched-up kind, will confuse artistic content and the artist's intent and arbitrarily accept or reject both art and artist on that ground.  ultimately the artist must stand before Christ and answer for every artistic action taken."

 

"but here's where wisdom lies: for the Christian artist, his and her work is action toward God, before God and under God's protection.  this splendid triple fact alone should be the guarantor of quality, excellence, ruthless inquiry, honest response and redemptive resolution, even if it means that the artist is rejected and the so-called Christian public seeks a lesser good and a foreshortened aesthetic.  however, for the Christian, being an artist is not being heroic; it is not being nerdy or even being the artiste.  it is being in Christ, in whom all faithful artistic actions cohere, before whom all artistic knees bow and with whom genuine aloneness is no new thing."

 

 

 

 

...thoughts?

[i'll keep you my dirty little secret.]

okay so there's this new paint thinner that is supposedly made entirely of ORANGE RINDS which sounds good and smells very fun, but i think it is a fallacy, considering that there is a skull and crossbones and it may be fatal if swallowed.  how d'ya like them... oranges...?

i was walking along lethbridge today and suddenly i realized that i am living the life that you think noone lives.  but apparently you are wrong because someone is doing it and that someone is me.

in other news, amazon sent me my art history textbooks.  turns out each of them is bigger than the biggest Bible you've ever seen.  well, maybe not bigger than those huge old ones they stick at the front of the sanctuary.  you know, the ones that are always open to the same page and have really weird illustrations?  but any normal-people Bible.  that is to say that they are gigantic and one of them doesn't even have any pictures.  maybe now people will believe me that art majors are required to be literate.  although i guess the textbooks prove nothing other than my penchant toward expensive habits.

i'm trying to decide whether to keep things on the smiley and the day-to-day, or whether to post excerpts from all the interesting things i've been reading lately that maybe noone else wants to read.  but then... who really wants to read this, anyway?

 

[house tonight.]

 

oh and then there was this naked pregnant lady that i know down at the bowman, so we hung out awhile.  i like her glasses.  if you would like to meet her too, go to the green fools theatre in calGARy next saturday.  at seven.  or so.  [www.humanbodyproject.com]

 

well now i need to come up with a way to make a five by five piece of... something... appear bigger than it really is!  like a magic trick, kindof.  and that is what they call "art".

 

 

i have been considering a pilgrimage.  but that might be taking the easy way out.