Wow, my last post was in February, what happened? Nevermind that, I’ve got to get to blogging and quick. First I want to thank those viewers who have checked back regularly for the last half a year, believing against historic trends that one golden day would come when I post again – thanks; I hope it was worth it. Today I’m not actually going to write a blog as much as direct you to another blog that made me happy once red.. reed, readed.
Thanks, please don’t leave me
~ d
It has recently occurred to me that relational healing is not one of those things one takes care of before going on to better things. I’ve understood sin as a general category to be a matter of continued improvement for the whole of ones life span. But for some reason inner healing or the healing of relational brokenness, didn’t factor in to that category of sin. I perhaps was distinguishing acts of sin from the fact of being a fallen broken person. But it is that brokenness as the root which presses one toward lesser forms of relating including all manner of sin. I guess where I am trying to go with this is that I am commiting to re-prioritizing the place I give relational healing in my life. I want it to be in the top five if not top three things I most care about. Enjoying God, others and myself fully. So I am redoing my fifty year plan to accomodate this new ordering.
This is a spontaneous peom by my brother Daniel. He woke up one morning and recorded it in his phone.
I once fed a unicorn some fresh barley meal, I politely asked for a ride, he told me no with quite some zeal
I once plied a salamander for a lovely story, instead he hold me the exact tempature in purgatory
I once met a kraken oceanside, he said come in the waters fine, i said no thank you good kind sir I have doctors orders against dying
I once petted a dragons head, his scales were quite hot, he said its even warmer in side my mouth, I said I’d rather not
I once asked a sphinx what is the answer to all of life, bemused she replied she didn’t know, so we ate some elderberry pie
I once inquired of a basilisk, sir why are you full of so much poison, he looked me straight in the eye and said, better that than full of sin
I once met a wizard, I told him I wished to be his friend, he responded yes if you know the beginning and the end
I once met a fair lass, she was lovely to behold, I asked her to marry me, she said only if you don’t grow old
There you have it. What more need be said.
My wife and I are big ‘pop-it-yourself’ popcorn eaters. It is a simple procedure really. I mean, 1. place oil in hot pan, 2. place corn kernels in pan, 3. wait till they are all popped, enjoy. There is not much that can go wrong in this limited, very simple operation. But rest assured if there is a will there is a way; not only did I ruin the popcorn, I nearly burned the house down. “David, don’t you have an electric stove, how could you possible burn anything?” Why, yes I do have an electric stove, and yes I did cause FLAMES to spring up from the cook top.
Apparently water and oil do not mix and my the pot I was using had water droplets in it – I had just a few minutes earlier washed it out due the fact I burned my previous batch of popcorn and this was the redemption run. Well give it about a minute of cook time and boiling oil is spitting out of the corner of the lid. At this point I am nervous and slowing backing away. I begin to encourage my wife, who is sitting in the other room waiting for popcorn, that everything is fine but if she wanted to come and help that would be great; I also turned off the heat – thinking that would help. Upon smelling the plume of smoke filling the living room, Kristen immediately perceived the situation and without hesitation opened the porch door and yelled ‘throw it out!’. Assuming she meant the pot, I grabbed a towel, picked up the oil spattering, smoking pot. As soon as I lift it, the oil ran over the side of the lid and contacted the burner below, SETTING THE STOVE ON FIRE.
Well eventually the situation calmed down but here are some pictures measuring the drastic nature of the event.
Yup, there is my popcorn – little, black balls of ash. Smoky and tired I ordered pizza to complete the night.
Today the week officially ends thus I’m not late in posting this weeks ‘pic of the week’. Outside my house is this tree that I never notice until fall due to the obvious color contrast. It’s one of those really red trees. Neighbors have reportedly almost called the fire department upon walking outside without any glasses on.
Here’s a few:
From inside:
Photoshop really is amazing; it scares me how one can make something look very different or very real. Ever since I taught myself some of the basics of the program I’ve been able to see those elements in advertisements, products and commercials. Sometimes I’ll stop to stare at a particular piece, even though I have absolutely no interest in buying whatever it is. Rather the reason for the attention is because it looks like a real photo but I know cows can’t drive motorcycles, so logically it can’t be.
Here is a basic piece I just did for the fun. The elements I used are a simple color contrast change to make it stand out, I highlighted the water color and Icutted pieces of metal from the top of the faucet to insert over the rust on the spout. Once you know the steps and see the original piece it is easy to see the defects in the edited version. But without the original to compare with, the edited version might as well be the only version.
Photoshop’d Faucet (Above) : Unedited Faucet (Below)
~ d
This was the original casting for Star Wars episode two but due to my wife and my commitment to book sales we turned down the role early in the filming.
Yup, this is grass. Just grass.
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