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“Sex, Economy, Freedom & Community” by Wendell Berry

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I love clear definitions and explanations. I like information to be contained within a perfect dichotomy and broken down into pieces for better compartmentalization. And I really dig the organization of thought and ideas. So in a way, Wendell Berry is the Trish, Mark and Matt of Essay writing. He writes in a passionate and effective way that is both comprehensible and meaningful.

I’ve been interested by the topic of true community since I moved down to Orlando almost 2 years ago and became part of a church community who wanted the same thing. Berry has a very unique view on the topic, being both a Stegner fellow at Standford University and a Tobacco farmer in a small Kentucky town. (One of my favorite portions is when he devotes a section of the book to arguing with himself about the controversy of tobacco farming in this day and age.)

But along with community, he digs deeper into similarly important societal issues, such as an honest look at human sexuality and a view of the economy and environment that is much more heartfelt and true than most “Go Green” campaigns.

If you want to see the world in a different light, give Berry a try. If you are willing to metaphorically crack your skull, apply spreaders, and take a deeper look into the way you think about yourself and the world around you, get readin’.

a few excerpts:

“Nobody who understands the history of justice or of the imagination wants to be treated as a member of a category.”

“It is not possible to look at the present condition of our land and people and find support for optimism. We must not fool ourselves. It is altogether conceivable that we may go right along with this business of ‘business,’ with our curious religious faith in technological progress, with our glorification of our own greed and violence always rationalized by our indignation at the greed and violence of others, until our land, our world, and ourselves are utterly destroyed. We know from history that massive human failure is possible. It is foolish to assume that we will save ourselves from any fate that we have made possible simply because we have the conceit to call ourselves Homo sapiens.”

“In the name of honesty and sanity we must recognize the limits of politics. It is, after all, much easier to improve a policy than it is to improve the community the policy attempts to affect. And it is also probable that some changes required by conservation cannot be politically made and that some necessary changes will have to be made by the governed without the help or approval of the government.”

“Most people aren’t using or destroying what they can see. If we cannot see our garbage or the grave we have dug with our energy proxies, then we assume that all is well.”

“Sex, like any other necessary, precious, and volatile power that is commonly held, is everybody’s business. A way must be found to entitle everybody’s legitimate interest in it without either violating its essential privacy or allowing its unrestrained energies to reduce necessary public procedures to the level of a private quarrel. For sexual problems and potentialities that have a more-than-private interest, what is needed are common and shared forms and solutions that are not, in the usual sense, public.”

“Most people apparently see the sexual pretension and posturing of singers, athletes, and movie stars as some kind of high achievement, not the laughable inanity that it really is.”

“The ‘conservatives’ more or less attack homosexuality, abortion, and pornography, and the ‘liberals’ more or less defend them. Neither party will oppose sexual promiscuity. The ‘liberals’ will not oppose promiscuity because they do not wish to appear intolerant of ‘individual liberty’. The ‘conservatives’ will not oppose promiscuity because sexual discipline would reduce the profits of corporations, which in their advertisements and entertainments encourage sexual self-indulgence as a way of selling merchandise.”

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Like a kid in a highchair with Spaghetti face

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I’ve been an introverted mess the past few weeks.

The millstone of financial responsibility and the greedy, self serving decisions that are triggered by the weight. The duties of film school and a thesis project that will be cut short on prep time due to a Holiday break. A spirit of sloth and despondency when the goal is growth and improvement on adult life and the challenges of the future.

A giving and selfless life.
Courage under fire.
Burgeoning faith and hope.
Unconditional compassion and love.
Honor.
Principle.
Sincerity.
Rectitude.
“in spirit fierce and free”.
Let this be me, Father.

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Garage Sale of the Vanities

I’m moving to my last planned apartment stop in Florida this week. It’s only going to be two of us, so the rent is going to go up a bit (3 of us here in my current place). To compensate, some things are going to have to go: Random furniture, the old Playstation, and a few other odds and ends that will pick up cash.

It’s liberating, really. The need to live a life of less has been burning in me for some time. Even though my motives weren’t about spiritual restoration to begin with, it’s gotten my mind rolling in that direction. The things I’ve accumulated over my lifetime can be a distracting eyesore when I think about all the time I’ve spent accumulating instead of time spent investing. How I consume and how I view time are concepts that need some rearranging inside of me.

I’m all for recreation and enjoying things like movies, the internet, video games, and television. But I have trouble putting those things in the life experience category. I’m coming back to being convicted of how my time to myself is spent. There are mountains I want to take pictures of, roads I want to bike, people I want to meet. And those are just the selfish things.

I feel like those other things are distractions to the big picture. I think I’m robbing myself of something more than money if my shelves and tables are where my treasures lie.

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Thanks.

Thank you Lord for the shade.
Thank you Lord for fresh air.
Thank you Father for memories.
Thank you Lord for sore legs and dusty hands and sweaty brows.
Thank you Lord for cool nights and cloudy days.

Thank you Lord for macaroni and cheese, vitamin water and honey BBQ sauce.
Thank you Lord for free will.
Thank you Lord for conviction and a promise of perfection one day.
Thank you Father for ways to record your thoughts and ideas and for giving us the creativity and capacity to think in the first place.

Thank you God for peace. Your one and only way of peace.
Thank you Father for your promises, your mercy, your compassion.
Thank you Lord for music and all it’s wonder and emotion.

Thank you Lord for smiles from strangers on the street.
Thank you Father for the Bible, for your strong shoulders, for your sacrifice. Thank you Lord for human beauty.

Thank you Father for hugs and high fives and hand clasps.
Thank you for hearing, for listening, for protecting.
Thank you Lord for friendship, for brokenness, for a new day.

Thank you Father for all things undeserved.

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Normal Doesn’t Exist.

I was talking with a friend the other day about self worth and mental health. And we talked about how we just want to feel “normal” sometimes, to not stick out as the sick person.

I don’t think normal exists. If your American, you live in a society that is physically abundant. We have it all at our fingertips. But the trade off comes in the mental realm. Depression and unhappiness are such a common thing in the West. We are trying to fill a circle shaped hole in our lives meant for love and relationships with square shaped pieces made of money, power and sex.

There are always going to “beautiful” people laying flatly on our magazines, making us believe that being like them is what normal is.

I think normal is a lie. Anyone who says they are normal is a liar. If you look at someone and say “Hey, they are fairly normal” you are wrong. We all have skeletons in our closets. We all have physical and mental hang ups that no plastic surgeon or wonder medication could ever relieve.

The sooner we realize that we have problems and need the help of others, that the expectations we put on ourselves are bogus, that the ideal human specimen is one who is comfortable in there own skin both physically and mentally, the sooner we can lead fulfilling lives.

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10 Embarrasing facts about me

To ride on the coattails of my last post on Freedom, I feel like I need some liberation in my life in the area of pride. It’s a layer I’ve never been able to fully peel off. It’s dead skin I’ve never been able to shed away after a season.

I’m fairly confident in myself and I trust my abilities to be able to stay alive in this world. I don’t get embarrassed very easily. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I care about what you think. I think I don’t, but I do.

What should I have to hide? I want to be a man of integrity, to have substance. I am a follower of Jesus Christ, and want to be held accountable. On the flip side, I like to make you laugh and feel good, so this post has a whole other agenda (but that’s another topic)

So to commemorate a change I want see in my life, here’s to my vanity, egocentrism and self gratifying ways. Here are 10 things that could be considered embarrassing about myself.

1) I pooped my pants in JC Penney’s when I was 11.

2) Guns. Alcohol. Cars. Possibly the 3 manliest things on earth. I don’t know a single thing about brand names, models, using them or fixing them.

3) I pick my nose

4) I grow beards sometimes, but they aren’t really that full. And they are red and blonde and patchy.

5) I was convinced root beer was flammable for about 3 hours one night. I was about 15.

6) During a late night driving home from a concert, I ran over an already deceased deer.

7) I get very angry playing video games. I care about them more than I should.

8 ) One time in the 7th grade I had to write a book report. I had 5 weeks to do it. I didn’t do it.
When the due date came, I just grabbed “The Hobbit” by J.R.R. Tolkien off the shelf at home because My dad read it to us when we were little. I knew it pretty well, I thought.
The time came for me to get up in front of the class and give my report. I talked alot.
When I was finished, my teacher just laid the hammer down and asked me all these questions about it. Turns out it was her favorite novel, and she knew everything about it.

9) I am O.C.D. about cleaning. I’m not afraid of germs, I just like vectors and to be karmic and have “Feng Shui” I guess,

10) I’m emotional and have pouty moods. Yes. I’m in my 20’s and I pout sometimes.

Yikes. That’s 10 at least. Add some good stories in the comments if you’ve lived them. Your welcome to make one up about me if it’s really good.

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Break your chains

Stop.

Whether you are down because of your circumstances or are worried about tomorrow,

Stop.

You were born in America. That means you are free. You have a freedom that the majority of the world doesn’t have. You have the free will to do good and live a life of joy without consequences. Don’t tie yourself down.

Since you have the freedom, use it for good. It all comes back around again.

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Freedom’s just another word for “nothin’ left to lose”

Illinois was nice. Not the whole puking ’til my throat succumed to my own stomach acid thing, or the whole driving 8 hours without cruise control thing. But the things like waking up before Brandon and Lex every morning and trailblazing new territory with Stephanie, or the feeling that you lived in some sort of Utopia for 5 short days, just without a good diet or hygiene. If you love music and have never been to Cornerstone Music Festival, you might need to re-evaluate your life goals.

I’m excited for school to start. I’m taking a photography class and writing for the school newspaper, as well as continuing to help in the communications department. I sure do miss the broadcasting scene. And making videos for that matter. If I don’t have a new video up somewhere before my next blog entry, then I need to re-evaluate my life goals.

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They have naked girls in Playboy magazine?

Possibly one of the greatest bonding events in Port Huron youth history has returned. And it never skipped a beat. That’s right kids, I played Dodgeball last night. Core ball too, around 40 people or so. Never has a game been played that embraces every ethnicity, political or religious view, and opinion like Dodgeball. And if you play Dodgeball, you see the same people in your everyday life too, and since your part of this half-way secret society of enthusiasm and jocularity, your automatically friends.There’s freedom in this game. If you feel chained to the everyday grind and hustle, come and be liberated!

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