Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I am going to try different things as we go along to see what helps. The first course is three weeks of antibiotics. May help, may not. Next up would be a trip to an allergist. The last resort is surgery. I've heard mixed things about it so I'm for the last resort as well. I just did a little looking around and found a site that mentioned pulsatile irrigation. They sell machines that help clean out your sinuses with saline. It might be something I try in the future. Who knows.
The good news is that when I'm on antibiotics my stomach doesn't act up. Maybe whatever's down there will get killed by 21 days worth of drugs. We'll see.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
We were joined at the beach by friends Adam and Heather and were surprised that Adam's parents were visiting from Florida. They also brought their sweet dog Butterbean. I went back to the jeep for a blanket for everyone to sit on and while there I remembered that we had a kite in the back that we'd never used so I grabbed it. There were tons of folks flying kites today so I thought I'd give it a go. It only took a few minutes to get ready and it was flying in no time.
After our relaxing time with the wind and waves, we went to our friend's house for a wonderful meal. Great food...absolutely. Now I am tired and will retire soon. Sarah and I are both off tomorrow so it should be a pretty lazy day other than I have to go have a CT scan done on my sinuses.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Anyway, I found out this morning that CCM singer Ray Boltz outed himself a while back but is continuing to sing CCM music...mostly at gay churches. He says God made him that way while conservative Christians scream, "Not!" Same old story.
I don't come down solidly on either side of this argument. I'm not riding the fence, I just don't have any easy answers. I do know that gay people are still people and should be treated as such. Do unto others and all that stuff, you know? It may have been easy for me to condemn homosexuality in the past but that was before I found myself surrounded by gay and lesbian friends. We've talked. I've been honest with them and they have been honest with me. The lines of communication are open and that's a good thing.
I guess the hardest part of all this is God's part in it all. Christians say homosexuality is a sin. Homosexuals who have come to terms with it say that God must have made them that way. Like I said, no easy answers. What I do know is that I had one friend who is deceased now that told me he would have done anything in the world to not be gay. He begged God to fix him. He dated girls trying to put those feelings away. Eventually he felt he had to reconcile himself to it all. Unfortunately that meant he felt like he had to distance himself from all of his friends at the time. Us. We didn't know why he disappeared from our lives, we just knew he disappeared. I didn't find the answers until years later when our friendship was rekindled. He pulled away from us because he feared our reaction if we ever found out who he really was. I felt ashamed when he told me that because in my heart of hearts I was afraid he was right. So, in the last couple of years before his death we were friends again. We talked about the gay stuff sometimes, other times we just talked of fun times in the past or music or whatever. He was my friend and that's what friends do.
The one thing he talked about that disturbed me the most (and still does) was that he begged God to take away his feelings of homosexuality. He told me he wanted to get married, have kids, a house with a white picket fence, etc...but he got to a point where he couldn't deny who he was any longer. So, I ask you...why didn't God help my friend? Why didn't God help Ray Boltz when he asked God to help him with his homosexuality? Again I say, no easy answers. Many will respond to this by saying, "There is no God." I don't even want to think about what conservatives might say. All I'm saying is that I'm perplexed by the whole thing. I'm just going to continue loving my friends. That's all I know to do.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
"The "true story" behind Alice in Wonderland! Princess Alyss Heart is brutally cast out of Wonderland by her vicious Aunt Redd, who beheads Alyss' mother (Off with her head, she cries!) and begins to rule over Wonderland with an iron fist. Alyss escapes from Wonderland and is exiled to another world entirely--Victorian London--where she is adopted into a new family, renamed Alice, and befriended by Lewis Carroll. At age 20 she returns to Wonderland to battle Redd, reclaim the throne, and lead Wonderland into its next golden age of imagination."*
I really enjoyed this book (thanks Becca) and plan on reading the sequel Seeing Redd as soon as I can get it from the library. I believe this is the most enjoyable YA novel I've read beyond the Harry Potter books. I find that I'm disappointed in most YA books because they dumb things down too much or they try to fill them with cool imagery and mood but there's no story. I found this book to be very imaginative (which it should be because it's all about imagination) and quite fun. Like in the HP books, the dangers presented are very real. You realize as you are reading that there is a very good chance someone you like in the book is going to perish before the story ends. Last but not least, I really liked the spin on the Alice in Wonderland story. Can't wait to see what happens in the next book.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
It's been a busy week but nothing earth-shattering to talk about. It's a dreary, rainy Seattle day which indicates that summer is over and fall is starting. We had a very short summer this year. After last year's long winter that makes me very sad to see the summer go. I love fall but I hope it's not a totally rainy, dreary one. I hope we see some nice days of crisp weather with the sun peeking thru the changing leaves.
That is all.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I listened to a podcast today and they had an interview with Frank Dimino, former lead singer of Angel. Now, I have to admit, I used to listen to these guys. I had their albums and everything. We always saw them as the polar opposites of Kiss. Both bands were on the same label so I'm sure they were marketed that way. So, a blast from the past from those halcyon, halcyon days.
You have to give a band props for using the word "halcyon" in a song. C'mon.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"When Anne Lamott was twenty-five, her father died after a long struggle with brain cancer. Over the next few years she herself began to suffer from an overwhelming sense of desperation and fear which she tried to suppress with alcohol and pills. Although she was managing to write and publish successful novels at the time, it was clear that her life was spinning out of control. In Traveling Mercies, a memoir that sparkles with wry wit and compassion, she now writes about this dark period of her life, and of her turn--to her own great surprise--to the community of Christian faith and love she found in a neighborhood church called St. Andrew.
In a book that will be cherished by anyone who has pursued a spiritual search down all sorts of unlikely paths, grieved at the death of friends, or felt bewildered at the challenges that daily life presents to love and courage, Anne Lamott presents a wise and often humorous account of living in faith."*
I did not enjoy this book as much as I thought I would. Lamott definitely seems like my kind of person...rebellious, edgy, weird...and I thought I would like her take on faith. Sometimes I did but most of the time I was just depressed by the circumstances of her life. See, this is why I read fiction...to escape all that. I get a dose of real life every day and I find it refreshing to escape into movies, reading, my art, etc. Especially right before bed (when I read) because it allows me to shut down my brain and actually go to sleep. So, no more non-fiction before bed. I want to sleep, not think.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I put up a few pics from this and last night's strolls over at my photo site. Check it out.
I decided to take a couple of shots of my studio space. I inhabit the corner you see. The rest of the room is filled with my wife's work table, bookshelves, computer desk and closet. It's jam packed.
If you look closely next to the wastebasket you'll see a white and grey furball. That's our cat Mickey sleeping in the sun wherever he can find it. The second shot is a closeup of my pile of scraps...stuff I've cut out and piled for future use in my art.
One day I hope to have a larger studio. That is, as my wife says, the dream and the vision. Something to work towards.
In this, Rollin's first novel, a team of scientists investigate a labyrinth of caverns discovered beneath the ice of Antarctica. Of course, everything that can go wrong does which is why these adventure stories are so fun. I had read this one before and have been a Rollins fan until he started writing a series that can best be described as Da Vinci Code meets National Treasure meets Tom Clancy. I wish he would return to the adventure stories he wrote at the beginning of his career. Fun stuff. This one is a light, fast read but enjoyable. A beach read if you will.
Mr. Fooster Travelling on a Whim by Tom Corwin and Craig Frazier
In this book, Mr. Fooster sets out on a series of walks and let's his imagination soar. I heard about this book on a podcast and decided to give it a try. The story is whimsical but the underlying message is take time to open your eyes and really see the world around you...and use your imagination. You just might have some fun. I didn't like the illustrations. I would have preferred some truly imaginative paintings but all they offer up is some sepia toned line drawings.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
So, in the immortal words of Alfred E. Neuman I say, "What, me worry?"
Friday, September 12, 2008
This past Wednesday, I saw the eye doctor. My distance vision is better than it used to be but my reading vision is worse. I'll be getting new glasses as soon as I can afford to. On the positive side, the doc said my eyes are a tad dry but healthy nonetheless.
So, with all this in mind, it's no surprise that the song in my head when I woke up this morning was Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie-Woogie Flu by Johnny Rivers.
The unconscious mind is a scary and wonderful place.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Pour Out My Heart by Brian Doerksen
I'm sure this song is on my brain because we plan to do it in worship in a few weeks and I have band practice tonight. It's Sunday so I guess it's appropriate that I have a praise song on my mind. Weird how the mind works.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
The opening at Lustre Communications was last night. It was quite the party. It's a great space and pictures don't do it justice. A ton of people turned out including a small group of our friends. The food and drink were excellent. Marshall and I kept threatening to hijack the shrimp tray.
Art was everywhere in the space. My stuff was in a studio off to the side so we ended up hanging out in there most of the night. That was a good thing since the music got louder and louder as the night progressed and it was easier to carry on a conversation in that little room. I only met one of the other artists, Ethan, but had some great conversations with him and others who stopped by to look at my stuff. According to Tim, Lustre's main man, I've sold several pieces. That's always a good thing.
Thanks to everyone who came by to support me and my art. I appreciate it. It seems like every opening gets a little bigger and a little better. Onward and upward.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
While you're down there you might as well take advantage of the First Thursday stuff too. Free admission to the Seattle Art Museum, Sci Fi Hall of Fame, EMP and more. But make sure you some by and see me too.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
I loved Jerry Reed. He was a funny man and a great guitar player. I remember seeing him live at the Pensacola Interstate Fair when I was a kid. And I loved him in Smokey and the Bandit. Heck, the band I was a part of in SC did a cover of Amos Moses. So long, Jerry.
Monday, September 01, 2008
I've also spent part of the day in correspondence with some old friends who now live out here. They've been here since March and we had no idea. Their daughter and family is visiting next week so the timing has worked out perfectly. I'm really looking forward to seeing them all.
So, that's about it. Sarah has to go back to work tomorrow but I'm off until Wednesday. I'm going to spend the whole day tomorrow working on art.