Tuesday, September 28, 2010


This is my nephew Evan. I am finally catching up with some happenings from the Summer. In the video below he is singing God Bless America (if you can't understand), and where one sings the phrase twice at the end of the song, Evan gets stuck repeating the phrase because he can't remember the final note. I think its hilarious, but at the least its pretty "cute":

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Man on His Knees

So this morning a poem was brought to my attention called The Man In The Mirror. My first thought was that it was a song (thank you Brother Jackson), but I was corrected that it was actually a poem (and when I found the original version, its actually called the Guy in the Glass) which asserts, correctly, that we have to be true to ourselves. But the poem bothered me too, because it was missing a critical element. So I scratched the following out this morning in response. I don't think its very good poetry in that the meter and flow is pathetic, but it has what all 7th grade poets care about: RHYME! And more important, the message:

The Man on His Knees
(A response to Guy in the Glass)

Look into the mirror and you will see,
one who cannot tell,
Whether or not the soul its reflecting,
Is bound for Heaven or Hell.

For that man in the mirror may smile too kind,
Or scowl harshly at what he sees,
But there is One who always tells it straight,
When we come to Him on our knees.

For though a man ought to stand up straight,
And look himself in the eye,
The man in the mirror will not be the judge,
When homeward the soul will fly.

Often scared on our knees to ask that One,
What He doth require,
He'll tear down our pride, challenge our ease,
Or encourage our hearts with fire!

For then we will see as we are seen,
By One bearing the whole human race,
One who is neither too kind or too mean,
And not be deceived by our face.

So whether a saint or a dirty old sleaze,
That man in the mirror won't know.
The best you can have is a vain-hearted guess,
'Till down on your knees you go.

So, the picture I had attached was sending the wrong message, or at least throwing off the message of the whole blog post. I think its pretty good photoshop work though, so if ya wanna see it, its here.

Monday, September 13, 2010

What the Devil?!

So... I had a sick day today. I think I need to get my tonsils out. Most of my day today has been watching an excessive amount of Hulu. Before each episode of any show, an advertisement will say, "The following program is brought to you by..." followed by a sponsor. Today, the sponsor was the upcoming movie "Devil" which comes out soon. So all my shows today were brought to me by the Devil.

It was a humorous coincidence, but its also disturbingly true in so many cases, and though everybody knows there's something wrong with the media, have you ever considered that the process went something like this:
  1. Somebody comes up with an awful idea.
  2. Someone hears this idea, and rather than being repulsed thinks, "I will throw a few millions of my hard-earned cash at this"
  3. Then a studio, hundreds of support staff, actors, and effects people dedicate hundreds of hours to produce something.
  4. We see it as 30 minutes on television, and think to ourselves, "Oh how awful" not like we considered that it took years of planning and a HUGE budget, but like it was something that happened onto our TV screen and didn't exist the 5 seconds before we turned to that channel.
The crazy thing about it all is, these shows aren't the result of one or two sick people, but hundreds and thousands! I kind of hate this thought, but I also like it, in that it makes things appear really black and white. There really becomes an us v.s. them idea. Not against the people involved necessarily, but the powers of darkness in this world.

It makes it easy like this: I wish that when I got tempted it was like the devil called me up on my phone and in a high-pitched-whiny voice said, "Ste--eeee--eve! Go punch a baby!" (I use that because that is the most awful sin I can readily think of, but if you follow the link, I think I may have found a justifiable case) Then I would be like, "Sorry, wrong number..." Or else he would just leave voicemail like, "Hey Steve! We never hang out, why don't we hang out, you never come over to my house! Maybe I could come over to your house, okay, well, just call me back? Okay buddy? Alright? I mean we're friends right?"

It would just be easier. So thanks to Hulu, and the upcoming horror film, to make things all black and white for me.