Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Tuesday Playlist

Fun and friends and driving ranges and missing and the songs that played in my head whilst it all happened:

Jars of Clay - No One Loves Me Like You
Mumford and Sons - Sigh No More
Wilco - Dash 7
Blind Pilot - The Story I Heard
Josh Ritter - Girl In The War
Drew Holcombe - When I'm With You
Patty Griffin - Long Ride Home
Radiohead - Idiotech
The Avett Brothers - Incomplete and Insecure

Monday, May 24, 2010

I think the best way to successfully be a part of a 'scene' or 'movement' is to keep your mouth shut and your head in the dirt. I think the best way to preserve any culture is probably to not question where it's going everyday. Just make something, maybe somebody will like it. If they don't, it doesn't mean it’s not what it is...
Artists should stick to art. Cultures don’t begin because people sit around and say, "let's start a culture”. They begin because intelligent people and the true artists feel a need to think outside every box in existence at the time.


-Aesop Rock, Guernica Interview, September 2007

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Awake My Soul - Mumford and Sons

Awake My Soul by Mumford and Sons

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker

Thursday, May 06, 2010

I like that scene in the movie Dead Poets Society in which Mr. Keating, an English instructor at an elite preparatory schoool, asks his students to rip out the "introduction to Poetry" essay from their literature textbooks... Dr. Keating paced the isle with a trash can and reminded the students that poetry is not algebra, not songs on American Bandstand that can be rated on a scale from one to ten, but rather they are pieces of art that plunge the depths of the heart to stir vigor in men and woo women.
Too much of our time is spent trying to chart God on a grid, and too little is spent allowing our heats to feel awe. By reducing Christian spirituality to formula, we deprive our hearts of wonder.


- Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz

Listfulness

I've been analyzing my passions, or trying to, over the last couple of days. Its a tricky thing. Part of me is convinced of the things I'm passionate about. But another part of me looks at the evidence, or lack there of, and sees that my life over the last four years or so hasn't really reflected one that is passionate about the things i claim. i feel like I've let some things go in my life and haven't pursued certain things and people outside of myself for one reason or another. I don't like the idea of this, honestly. I want to fight to bring what I am passionate about; those things and causes and people that God has created me to love and pursue, back to the light. I want to go forward, knowing that I am created for a purpose, and to chase that purpose to hopefully further Jesus' kingdom and give life to those in need. I've been reading through isaiah and have noticed a theme. God is constantly calling his people to give up all of themselves. Jesus was really good at speaking directly at the parts of people that they were holding back. I think i might have withheld those passionate parts of me in order to have control over my future , or something. So, in an effort to rediscover what those things are, I'd like to revert to an old tactic; listing things I love. Here goes:

Soft sunlight of midday
Baby Omar
Having 12 more days until I'm off to the next thing
Having little idea what the "next thing" is
Fixed, fully functioning laptops
My Calendar for the next two months
Hazelnut Coffee
Warm nights
Beards
Flip-flop weather
Alternate guitar tunings
Making breakfast
Young Life
Suede Couches
Jackson Browne
Traveling (at least ) 30850.379 miles this summer
Camping equipment
givesmehope.com "Like FML, but for optimists"
Andrew Murray's Jesus, Himself (free download)
Hablando to myself en Espanol
Henri Nouwen
The idea of prayer
Rembrandt's Return of the Prodigal Son
The idea of cooking
Soccer
Summer Camp
Dirty foreign Taxis
Baby Bella
Rediscovery
Embracing the fact that i have no idea what I'm doing
Wiffle ball
Dirt Roads
Rejecting escapism
The adventure and mystery of Atlanta
Planning road trips
Bitter-sweet (but mostly bitter) solitude
Ogden Tabb
Manybooks.net
Romans 8:16 "The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children."
Fresh Fruit
Scooters
Frisbees
Late night phone conversations
Following a Savior who is motivated by love

I could go on, and probably will at some point. But you get the idea. Happy thursday
Slacktivism, Don Miller sums up a problem.