31 August 2004

Woman

Sketched this from a painting at Common Grounds.

OldMan

Rather like this sketch.

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29 August 2004

Here are my first two attempts at more finished, shaded drawings; it is also the first time I’ve picked up a pencil to sketch. Considering all this, I’m pleased and surprised how they turned out!

Problem is, I’m still leaving unfinished lines. I’m not entirely sure how to properly finish them. But I’m sure I’ll learn.

First Sketch

My first sketch -- I got a bit excited about shading and couldn’t stop.

Sketch Two

My second sketch. Some of you (if I did my job properly) may recognize him. This is the one which surprised me a bit, since I didn’t expect it to turn out this well.

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27 August 2004

~ An Honor? ~

Bit insomniac tonight.

I want to note that I am honored to be blogrolled by the brilliant one running the Iraq war was wrong blog. That link and the blog’s sheer brilliance may someday shift me on the blog roll from the category “Bad People Wrong About Iraq War Being Right” to the category “Good People Right About Iraq War Being Wrong”. But not quite now. Perhaps later.

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This post was actually intended as a comment on these thoughts on my friend Annie’s blog. Unfortunately, I rambled too long and blogspot would not accept a comment of this length. So, I’m going to post these ramble-y comments and post a link over there.

It’s late, and I’d like to spend more time developing this thought, but I think that -- in many aspects -- you are correct in your assessment.

It does indeed seem as if we are left on our own, largely, in terms of our decisions, as if God just does sit up in heaven and smile down at our bumbling.

But the problem is this: is there any evidence, in this world, that we are able to properly make decisions? After all, we are the people who chose hell over heaven and death over life. We’re the people who are utterly incapable of finding truth -- so much so that the Truth had to be sent to this earth and die, that we might have it.

There is no evidence that we, as humans, are capable of making right choices on our own, because we are so fundimentally not in the right. Kierkegaard would argue this way, and I think I agree: fallen man is so fallen that he could never, ever, find his way to the truth, or the right. If there were, the Law would have been enough. Heck, it would have been more than enough. God was nice enough to give us training wheels, and yet we still failed, because we have no truth, and no ability to find the truth, even if it is in front of us.

This is why it cannot be that God abstractly set up a system in which he sits back and lets us make our decisions and fumble our way blindly through life. Or, rather, there is no way he’d set up such a system and call it good -- because we’d never make the correct decision.

The thing you’ve not quite hit on is the thing most significant of all: the presence and reality of Christ. “I am the way, the Truth...” he says. But not truth or wisdom in an abstract sense, the kind we’d not comprehend. But in a personal sense, in a present sense. Not that kind of truth that we merely study in an objective sense, but the kind of truth which is a man. One that we can know.

But not only know, but one who dwells IN us. One who is so inseparable that we cannot divide between him and us. Paul said, “For me, to live is Christ, to die is gain... for it is not me who lives, but Christ in me...” (Bad Summary) I wonder if any of us have really truly appreciated the meaning of that verse. I know that I have not; the more I consider it, the more my mind wrestles with it.

But I know this: that Christ is present in me... and not only that, to some extent, he IS me, as if there is an almost trinitarian symbiosis between him and I, to the point where we are utterly inseperable, and I -- who have no truth -- become as one who has the truth.

I don’t want to overstate my point; I am not Christ. But if I die, and he remains, yet as a person do not cease to exist, there is something of a symbiotic relationship I do not fully understand -- much like, I think, the paradox of Christ and the Church.

I’m a bit longwinded at this point, but the point I want to emphasis is that you are missing the key to understanding not only God’s will, but God Himself: Christ. The question of the will of God cannot be understood in the abstract; we cannot study him and come to any conclusions, like a scientist studies the physical world. We can only understand him through knowing him; and we can only know him through Christ, who is the Truth, the Logos, the very wisdom of God himself.

If Christ dwells in you, and you have died, the question isn’t one of your will, but a question of his will. And I do not mean that in a, ‘feel his will and follow it’ sense. I mean that in a literal sense. If you truly know Christ and have died, you cannot not do his will. There is no separation between his will and yours. None. To the extent that you know him and his truth, you naturally follow his will -- like a train on tracks follows its stated path. The question of choice is moot; the train does what is fundamental to it. (I could support this point from a Biblical standpoint, but haven’t the time right now. Perhaps I’ll return to it some other time)

In the same way, the question of personal choice without the question of who Christ is and the nature of his presence in our life is a dangerous one, since it avoids the very thing which can provide an answer.

Sorry, I got a bit ramble-y there; hopefully, you can glean my point on the centrality of Christ and the question of his presence as more central than the question who makes the call. Summary: the redeemed are led by the one who has redeemed them, the one who is in them. If one has Christ in them, that person is dead -- not in a personal sense -- but in a sense of his/her will. It’s not a question feeling; it’s a statement of how things are. So, one who knows Christ knows his truth, and does his will. It’s the way of things.

Again, my apologies for the general length of this comment.

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26 August 2004

I much like this song (below) by Frou Frou -- been listening to it on loop for the last four hours or so. I stumbled across the song while visiting the movie Garden State’s website. The movie intrigues me; it seems to speak to me, since it is concerned with the struggles of a 20-something and the realities of this life. I don’t expect that it would provide any answers, but there is some comfort in seeing the thing you are dealing with from a distance, and knowing that you are not alone. (Of course, the pain is lessened when it can be generalized) I’d like to see it at some point, but...

Read on...

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25 August 2004

(In lieu of more significant thoughts, I give you some more kid’s essay answers via my friend, xxxxxx)

“As an example of an easy problem I will say to wright a rugh draft on a book you’v read over ten times. As an example of a hard problem I will say to wright a rugh draft on a book you don’t have, cannot find, and have not read.”

“I help a cat eat. I wik my cat. My cat is running. My cat is stoping. We ar out sid. I fed my cat. We see tv. I see my at. I gav my cat a baf. My cat is in bad. My cat is sep.”
Read on...

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24 August 2004

I now have DSL. No more dialup for me! I am greatly pleased.

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To some extent, I am inclined to Plato’s views on a “world of ideas” though the inclination is more conceptual than literal. Without the fundamental idea -- the pattern -- any human act is empty. Marriage, love, hope -- all of these things require not only a pattern, but a better thing. What would be gained in imitating a lesser thing?

That ‘pattern’, of course, is God, and I might go so far as to argue that nothing in this world holds value except insofar as it stands as a symbol or a type of the reality of whom God is. In other words, the question is, “What, if anything, does this reveal about God?” The value of the Tabernacle, for example, was not the Tabernacle as a physical thing (though there was value ascribed to it by humans -- a subjective kind of value. But a value nonetheless). But ultimately, the value of the Tabernacle was a result of a greater thing, an ultimate thing, which is Christ.

Apart from Christ, the Tabernacle’s value was merely that given to it by humans, subject to change on a moment’s whim. What gave it ultimate significance was the presence of the ultimate which was there both as symbol and presence. The same can be said for the other things we experience in this life, such as marriage, love, or any other human activity. Without the ultimate, present as symbol and presence, these things are utterly valueless -- much like the Tabernacle would be without the value-giver.

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23 August 2004

While at the wedding, a friend of mine (who shall remain anonymous -- ok, it was the xxxxxxxx) gave me a list of quotes from a very special place. You see, it seems he once worked as a standardized test grader, grading essay tests. He has told me, in the past, of the humorous things written in these tests, but was unable to smuggle the quotes out, being that such smuggling is strictly prohibited. Yet, somehow, he succeeded. I will, over the next [insert amount of time] be posting these quotes here on the blog. Believe me, they’re quite a laugh.

And now we begin:

from 4th grade

”... we had to find a solution. So we played paper, rocks, seizures.”

“I suffer form eaty h de.” (ADHD)

“My little sister still thinks babies come from birds (the stork?)?”

“My problem is that my goldfish could not float or swim any more. The doctor said, ‘There’s a kind of gas in the fish’s body. If that gas wears out, the fish cannot float or swim anymore.’ So I thought about it and solved it. I tied the fish around a little sponge about his size so he could float and wim again. And it worked.”

“My problem was Nygiera called me a hoochie mommy.”

“Keep reading my story. I will make you laugh. You will wish I was your daughter.”

“I have three things that helped solve my problems: 1. Helping my friend fight someone. 2. Fighting a girl that’s in my class. 3. Helping Briana beat up a girl.”

“I solved a problem. I stop acting a fool in Mr. Blairs room because my mother. She woop my butt at school.”

“But when I came home I got in trobble for that cat. I’m going to get a new cat. And then I’m going to throw that other cat out.”

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22 August 2004

~ Back! ~

I’m back. The wedding was excellent.

The wedding was outdoors, and the (in my opinion) highlight occured when the keyboard player (who was sitting on slanted, damp ground) sought to start the ceremony. He raised his hands up, which caused a shift his center of gravity, and resulted in his falling backwards. Chair and all went back and he ended up laying on the ground, laughing to himself. Needless to say, it took a few moments to truly start the ceremony. It was great!

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20 August 2004

I’m off to a wedding: rehearsal on Friday, wedding on Saturday. Little to no internet access for those two days.

Upon my return, I will post several things which I’ve been writing and thinking about for a while.

And, if I can find a scanner, my first three “finished” sketches with shading and shadows ‘n stuff.

And now, for some commercials.

(End News Pitch)

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19 August 2004

I enjoy this song:

I thought about fire in the sky I thought about fire
I thought about love burning in your eye
I thought about fire

It hurts
That drops of fire would fall so precise
And how everything else would loose its meaning
What a beautiful
What a painful surprise

There is no peace outside if there is nothing within

It hurts
But like coming home
Once dried up
I guess this is what you get
When a heart expands

I thought about...

Love is destructive
For the ego
And Your voice is the only thing
That speaks rebelliously in this world of claiming your own

There is no peace outside if there’’s nothing within

Love is addictive
For the spirit
And Your voice whispers with a roar
That fire rises up, refills
Place the right king on the throne

I thought about...

I thought about a burning fire
I thought about a loving fire
I thought about Your love

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~ Descartes ~

“I can doubt everything, except one thing, and that is the very fact that I doubt.”
-- Rene Descartes (1596 - 1650)

I fear I understand this statement all too well.

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Sometimes I wonder, “What’s the point?” I had thoughts of making a post here, only to be overwhelmed by the vacuous emptiness. “What’s the point,” I wonder. Do I post with some desire for affirmation? Or to perpetuate some lie concerning the my nature? Shall I impress the world with my wit and wisdom, when all I possess is dust? Perhaps today, I will! I will speak the things which I do not understand; seek to claim truths I’ve never known. I will be the fool never found out, the humpty-dumpty who has never fallen, the emperor whose nakedness is never seen. Look at me, fool king, ruling and possessing only dust.

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