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Thursday, May 26, 2005

Sojo Mail

I received this today in my in my in-box. It's from Sojourner's magazine. Jim Wallis is the author of the recent God's Politics: Why the Right Gets It Wrong, and the Left Doesn't Get It.

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"Bush's Calvin College Surprise"
by Jim Wallis

As I've traveled the country this spring - 82 events, 48 cities, and hundreds of media interviews since January - I've witnessed a new movement of moderate and progressive religious voices challenging the monologue of the Religious Right.

An extremely narrow and aggressively partisan expression of right-wing Republican religion has controlled the debate on faith and politics in the public square for years. But that is no longer true.

At packed book events around the country these days, I often make an announcement that elicits a tumultuous response: "The monologue of the Religious Right is finally over, and a new dialogue has begun!" Smiles light up the faces of thousands of people as they break out in thunderous applause.

That new dialogue was visible recently at Calvin College. Karl Rove, seeking a friendly venue for a commencement speech in Michigan, approached Calvin and offered President Bush as the speaker. The college, which had already invited Nicholas Wolterstorff of Yale to deliver the speech, hastily disinvited him and welcomed the president. But the White House apparently was not counting on the reaction of students and faculty. Rove expected the evangelical Christian college in the dependable "red" area of western Michigan to be a safe place. He was wrong.

The day the president was to speak, an ad featuring a letter signed by one-third of Calvin's faculty and staff ran in The Grand Rapids Press. Noting that "we seek open and honest dialogue about the Christian faith and how it is best expressed in the political sphere," the letter said that "we see conflicts between our understanding of what Christians are called to do and many of the policies of your administration."

The letter asserted that administration policies have "launched an unjust and unjustified war in Iraq," "taken actions that favor the wealthy of our society and burden the poor, " "harmed creation and have not promoted long-term stewardship of our natural environment," and "fostered intolerance and divisiveness and has often failed to listen to those with whom it disagrees." It concluded: "Our passion for these matters arises out of the Christian faith that we share with you. We ask you, Mr. President, to re-examine your policies in light of our God-given duty to pursue justice with mercy...." One faculty member told a reporter, "We are not Lynchburg. We are not right wing; we're not left wing. We think our faith trumps political ideology."

On commencement day, according to news reports, about a quarter of the 900 graduates wore "God is not a Republican or a Democrat" buttons pinned to their gowns.

The events at Calvin, along with the growing crowds at our events around the country, are visible signs that the Religious Right does not speak for all Christians, even all evangelical Christians. What I hear, from one end of this country to the other, is how tired we are of ideological religion and how hungry we are for prophetic faith. The students and faculty at Calvin College are the most recent sign of that hunger.

Revenge of the Sith

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I just got in from seeing this with MissionBound and Scott. I really liked it. As someone noted, it was better than the first two. Personally, I'm satisfied with it as the grand finale. Admittedly, seveal scenes were hokey (and I mean really hokey), even to the point of being unredeemable. But overall it worked.

Something I definitely want to point out, however, is what I uncovered when searching for a pic to post here. During the google search, I came across this. Admittedly I didn't do an extensive search, but from what I've seen, this guy has the best posterwork out there for the movie. Check it out.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I Had a Dream...

...and it went something like this. Somehow, through an on-line web board, I got connected with this young lass. We started talking about seeing each other, and she was getting ready to take a short trip to New Orleans. She said she would like to meet with me on the weekends. I said "Sure, where would you like to meet?" She said, "How about Boulder, CO?" Stunned, I said, "Boulder? Where do you live?" She said "Toronto." This did not help my confusion since Boulder is not on the way from Toronto to New Orleans, but I chalked it up to being a dream and geography being out of whack (yes, I think things like that in my dreams).

I mention that Boulder is kind of far. She says it's only about 12-14 hours away from me. I thought "'only'?"

Anyway, after a bit of discussion, she decided to drop by on her way through to New Orleans. She arrived, we talked for a few minutes. It turns out she's 23 years old, a bit young for me. We discussed how 12-14 hours is quite a long way, and decide not to take a relationship anywhere. Morever, it turns out that my mom does not like her. Not one bit. (Which is odd, because my mom tries to like everybody.) Then the wee lass leaves to N'awlins.

I hop on-line and meet someone else, by accident (which is much like the first time). I find myself going down the same basic path. I don't continue that on-line conversation, and instead find myself thinking, "Toronto really isn't that far."

So, everyone, any dream analysts there? I'm sure there's plenty in there to have fun with.

Monday, May 23, 2005

My First Portrait

Portrait Number One
I'm starting to see a theme here. My blog is turning into an art show. I hope that doesn't bore everyone to death. But it's my blog and I'll post what I want to...post what I want to... (Can't you just hear the music in the background?)

Anyway, this is the first portrait that I've done. It didn't turn out too bad. And, it was a lot of fun to do.

When I went into Valley Photo, I asked, "How much is it to get a portrait done?" The clerk responded, "Well, here's our photo packages..." I interrupted, "No, I mean a portrait done in pencil." With the deer in headlights look, he said, "I don't know of anyone who does that in this area. I wouldn't even know where to point you." Admittedly, not the info I was seeking, but it certainly has an up-side to it.

I've decided to go into the portrait biz.

Elves Rock!

Elven Archer in Tree

Ever since I saw an ancient movie entitled Hawk: The Slayer, I have loved elves. So when it comes to fantasy illustrations, they're my favorite subject.

It has been a long time since I tried to draw something from the fantasy (as opposed to sci-fi or horror) genre. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, the last fantasy drawing I did was in 1998. (*Gasp* Has it really been 7 years? Surely, I'm forgetting something I did in the gap.) So, I did the above pic tonight.

Funny thing. After I finished the figure in the tree, I stepped back and realized that I had drawn a similar picture when I was in High School. Talk about deja vu.

Time invested: about 3 hours. Working straight from my imagination takes a bit longer than working with a reference. So, I think I'm speeding up a bit.

Welcome to "TeamSpeak"

A friend of mine just introduced me to "TeamSpeak." So far, very cool. Basically, it allows you to talk through your computer mic and speakers. You connect with people through a server, so it's great for mass communication. (The link for the free download: the TeamSpeak site)

The problem is that there is a bit of lag time. And if someone speaks while others are speaking, then nothing happens. On the bright side, whenever someone begins to speak, a light turns green so people know when to shut up.

I like it. And since a particular friend of mine is often on-line, it makes it easier to catch up with him than by phone.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

A New Perspective on Anger

Recently, I picked up Julia Cameron's book, The Artist's Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity. I can't recommend it enough. This book is self-billed as "a course in discovering and recovering your creative self." Of course, there are those who would argue that I don't need something like this, but I have found it quite useful.

There are many wise things shared in its pages. Something of special note is Cameron's perspective on anger. She writes,
Anger is meant to be listened to. Anger is a voice, a shout, a plea, a demand. Anger is meant to be respected. Why? Because anger is a map. Anger shows us what our boundaries are. Anger shows us where we want to go. It lets us see where we've been and lets us know when we haven't liked it. Anger points the way, not just the finger. In the recovery of a blocked artist, anger is a sign of health.

Anger is meant to be acted upon. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to move where our anger points us. With a little thought, we can usually translate the message that our anger is sending us. (pp. 61-62)

I like her understanding of anger as a tool for healthy growth. I like the idea that anger points not only what we "don't" like, but it also reveals that for which we long and yet feel denied. Too often we think of acting as a result of anger as a "bad" thing. It's nice to think of it as a possible springboard into something good.

Certainly something to think about.

Friday, May 20, 2005

It's Blog-Worthy

Yesterday I received great news. My friend Won is doing a new church development in Dekalb, IL, currently called Emmaus Road. The grant that he requested to fund this has just passed through the last hoop: General Assembly.

Won is doing great work up there. He is not using a "traditional" church model, but an "organic" one. Neat stuff. Look for the web page soon. When it appears, I'll put a link to it somewhere in the left sidebar.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

From a Forward

Personal favorite is #36...
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Things You'd Love to Say Out Loud at Work
1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of *&^# .
2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
3. How about never? Is never good for you?
4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
6. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.
8. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
9. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a damn word you're saying.
10. Ahhh. I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again..
11. I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid.
12. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
13. I have plenty of talent and vision; I just don't give a damn.
14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
15. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
18. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
19. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!
20. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
21. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
22. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
23. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?
24. Do I look like a people person?
25. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
26. I started out with nothing & still have most of it left
27. Sarcasm is just one more service ! we offer.
28. If I throw a stick, will you leave?
29. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.
30. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
31. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
32. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.
33. Can I trade this job for what's behind door #1?
34. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
35. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
36. Chaos, panic, & disorder - my work here is done.
37. How do I set a laser printer to stun?
38. I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted a salary.
39. Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
40. Oh I get it ... like humor... but different.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Angel at the Foot of Heaven

Angel at the Foot of Heaven
Title: Angel at the Foot of Heaven

This is my most recent work. I just submitted it to deviantART for approval. Soon, it should be displayed properly in my on-line art gallery.

This took me about 7 1/2 hours drawing time (spread out over 3 days), and 2-3 hours of digitizing. Yet again, I had to piece together scanned images, but it was a lot easier this time.

As I step back from the original, I am quite pleased. But I am concerned that something was lost in the digitization (is that a real word?) process. It looks very choppy on my screen. I'll just have to see how the prints turn out.

Today's big news: I made my first sale! Six (count them: six) mugs. Someone had family coming in for the weekend and wanted to give them gifts. By chance I showed up at the right time with a couple of my wares. The next thing I knew, I was cleaned out of mugs. (Okay, I actually have one left.) Woo hoo!

I'm considering doing a "Beauty in the Garden" series. This is a follow up on "A Lass! A Beautiful Lass" and "Angel at the Foot of Heaven" (above). The series will be drawings of people in cemeteries. Thusfar, I've enjoyed working with that theme.

Response to a Question Regarding My Thoughts on "Hell" and Metaphorical Language

Legalism DestroysFirst thing is first: Does anybody know what code I need to add a bit of space around in-line pics? As you can see, my text hugs my graphic. I find it very annoying, but I don't know what to do about it.

Now, on to business.

I was going through old computer files and came across something of interest. Quite some time ago on XianGoth.Net, I mentioned that we needed to retain the concept of "hell," but we need to do so while keeping in mind that all language is metaphoircal. Then someone asked me, "would it be possible to draw out what you mean by 'metaphoric' as opposed to tangible, expressed anger?"

Since I haven't posted anything all that thought provoking recently, here is my response:

First of all, I want to talk about metaphorical language. Human beings must understand God through their own lens of the human condition. Therefore, certain language that is “supra” human (with regards to what is considered to be “virtuous”) becomes the norm for God.

Some examples: Humans experience love, so God is Absolute Love. Human beings are finite, so God is infinite. Human beings have a certain about of potential in their lives, so God is omnipotent.

Metaphorical language helps us to identify with God. Hence, some people are possessive over certain descriptors. Many say they cannot worship a God who is not a “He.” Others say they cannot worship a God who is not a “She.” From what I’ve encountered, the reason for such terms is not a desire to keep other people from connecting with God, but rather a desire to keep people from taking away from them how they identify with God. (So, in that sense, it is an interpretive grid through which we understand and relate to God.)

Metaphorical language also allows us to speak about our understanding of who (or what) God is, and how God relates to our world. By using language that refers to human emotion, we are saying that God is not “disconnected” from what happens in our world. We are saying that God does “care,” or that God has an “interest” in human/creaturely affairs. By saying that God is emotively involved in our world, is to say that God is relational (as opposed to aloof). To say that humanity is meant to be created in the image of God is to say that truth (the measuring stick for that which is just) is relational to the activity of God. To say that we encounter God in the person and work of Jesus Christ is to say that justice /the way of God is encountered through compassionate relationships (as opposed to dogmatics) that mirror those found in his life. Those relationships that do not measure up to what we se in Jesus of Nazareth are then identified as “unjust,” or “sin.” (So, in that sense, it is a projective vision of what our world can or should be like.)

This brings us to the “anger” of God. Let me first state that I do not ascribe to an understanding of the atonement that says that Jesus Christ’s life-blood was drained by God in order to sat the vengeful thirst of an angry God. I believe that such an assertion flies in the face of orthodoxy as established in the council of Nicaea (perhaps another topic). I want to look at the anger of God another way, using human relationships as our lens to articulate that which is ultimately impossible to articulate.

A bit over a year ago, I watched a news blurb about the escalating problem in the Palestine. As the newscaster talked, the accompanying footage was that of a five-year old little girl learning how to use a gas mask. I felt sick in my soul. It was a reminder for me that “justice” always has a name, and that name is the name of all those individuals who suffer the whims of the powerful in their own persons. How does a parent respond to those who would mercilessly slaughter his or her child? Does not that child’s name become the name of justice?

Also, I used to work at a rescue mission as a secretary. This made me one of the first contacts for those who came in off of the street. My office became almost an impromptu pastoral care office for those who knew no hope. If Jesus had his way, these people would not have been robbed of their lives, their “kingdoms” if you will, and been cast out into the cold to die by a “Christian” society that has more money than it knows what to do with (other than build bombs, but that too is perhaps another topic). [Yes, I know, Jesus said that the poor will be with us always, and that does relieve some of my frustrations.] Jesus worked with the poor. Jesus identified with the poor. Jesus did not cast them out to be devoured by the darkness. When I think back to my time there and those people, those individuals remind me that “justice” has a name, and it is the names of all those who have been labeled as “expendable” in one way or another in any society.

And so, I believe that God gets “angry.” But maybe I am only projecting. Maybe this is the way that I make sense of my world and try to figure out “right” from “wrong”. Such things I cannot say for sure. How many people have claimed to know the will and mind of God and then brought new definition to the word “heinous”? I can’t say for sure how much of my language about God is actually about God or to what extent I use my language to conform God to my own image. In humility, I must always be willing to say “I might be wrong.” But I still feel that I must express what seems to be to me. And so I speak of a loving God who is sometimes angry.

But I don’t know that I want to go into a loving/angry dichotomy for God either. Too often that has led to manipulation through guilt. Although feelings of guilt can be healthy, I do not believe that attempts to bring about guilt-ridden “repentance/conformity” is healthy. (Quite the contrary, I would argue that it is “sin,” but that may be for another topic too.)

When I hear people say God becomes “sad,” I like that terminology. It reeks of “degree” in a positive way. To me it says that God had expectations or standards of behavior, but humanity dropped the ball. But at the same time, I also don’t want to abandon the extreme emotion of anger for God because I want to say that some things are downright atrocious and evil. In those cases, for example in the case of an entire region being ethnically cleansed, to say that God is “sad” simply doesn’t hack it for me.

So, according to my understanding, God is a God of Love, but that love can be the foundation of both divine sadness and anger, as well as divine joy and delight. But suffice it to say that for me, to say that the God who is Love sometimes becomes angry is to say that divine justice always has a proper name.

But maybe that’s just me.

Okay, it's a bit long. But hopefully it wasn't too "boring."

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

I'm Too Sexy for This Job

My Buddy Tim
Title: I'm Too Sexy For This Job

How often do we want to say this?

This is Invader Tim sporting his crazy backward pants (the original pic can be found in one of his first blog entries). I wanted to draw something from an interesting photo, and this one came to mind. The complex pose was a pleasant challenge.

Yet again, I had to scan it in three sections. Blending them takes quite a bit of time. After scanning, I had to do some touch-ups, and I added his shadow. All in all, it took me about 5 hours drawing time and 2 hours of manipulation. It seems like longer.

Now, the big question is, will he let me make prints of it to sell?

Sermon Recommendation

My friend Mike Solberg is the senior paster at Second Congregational in Rockford, IL. I just came across his sermon from last Sunday entitled, "Eternal Life Here and Now." I'm recommending it for all those interested in that sort of thing.

Monday, May 09, 2005

My Package Has Arrived!

It's about time. I've waited a week. And the verdict...

They're phenomenal! I ordered some matte, glossy, and lustre prints of "Cry of the Orphan." But what I'm most impressed with is the coffee mug. All around, the products have far exceeded my expectations. Time to place an order to start selling locally.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Establishment Review

Eco Expresso Cafe in Princeton, IL.

Before today, I had only been in this coffeshop once. During that visit, I had a wonderful conversation with the owner. She was incredibly personable and interacted with everyone as though they were actually interesting to her (who knows, maybe to her they were). I remember walking out of there thinking, "What a wonderful place. Next time I'm in town I need to come back here." But it is just short of a half-hour away, and I never really go to Princeton for anything, so I had not made that return visit until to day.

Primarily, I went there to post a flyer for art classes and to draw in public (it's a way to increase interest in the classes). Apparently, the business is under "new ownership." I'm not sure what happened, but today I realized fully the extent to which the staff in such an establishment sets the pace for social interaction in the room.

I arrived at the counter. I was asked for my order. I sat down. I received my order. I drew for about 2 1/2 hours. A staff person asked me if I wanted another refill once. Other than that, no other conversation took place. And when I arrived, there were 4 (count them: 1,2,3,4) people behind the counter. I was even 3/4 of the way out the door before they "goodbye."

In my mind, a coffee shop should be a social place. For those who don't want to be "social," that's fine, they don't have to be. But the staff should at least try to start conversations with those who arrive. Being "friendly" actually helps business. If clients give the impression that they want to be left alone, then fine. But, today, they only talked to each other (unless they were taking orders/money). It really set the tone for the atmosphere. The people who came in barley talked to those they came in with, and they certainly didn't talk with anyone else.

Was I part of an experiment in isolation? Because it sure felt like it.

If I find myself in Princeton, I might go back. A certain part of me says that one bad experience isn't enough to write a place off, so I should give them another chance. But I'll still have to have a good reason to go.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

A Lass! A Beautiful Lass!

A Lass!  A Beautiful Lass!
Title: A Lass! A Beautiful Lass!


When St. Sebald visited on New Year's Eve, we took a few pictures at a local cemetary. I thought this one worthy of a drawing. I started this last night and finished it today. Surprisingly, it only took me 5 hours total. Well, that's for the drawing part anyway.

It took me another 3 hours to get it all ready for the on-line store. Because the original is 12x18, I had to scan it in 3 sections. Then I had to put it all together, blending and tweaking. Moreover, the drawing pad I used was an old one, so the supposedly "white" paper was really more of a "yellow" color even in the brightest places. I had to figure out how to fix that too. Needless to say, the computer side of the work has been a pain in the ass.

This is what happens to me when I draw: I look at it and see all the stuff that went wrong. Certain aspects of this picture bothers me. I keep telling myself, "Nobody knows what the reference photo looks like." And, "If this were done by somebody else, you would think it's really good." So far, every other living being who has seen it really likes it. Perhaps, I just need to get over the nit-picky things. And perhaps it is the doom of the artist to be his or her own worst critic.

Indeed, despite my own self-criticism, I must admit that overall I am quite happy with the final product. I just submitted it to deviantART, so hopefully it passes inspection soon.

In fact, once it gets posted in the store, it might be time to place an order for some merchendise and take it down to the Common Grounds BookCafe to sell it. Till then, I shall live in anticipation.

Update: I just got notice that all my submitted works are now posted in my store. Woo hoo!

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

The deviantART Store Is Now Open!

The place: deviantART.com
The alias: AcumenicalGoliard
(Please note that there is also a permanent link to the right)
The occasion: Grand Opening!

Yes, I finally (after about a year and a half of talk) got my on-line art store up and running. Right now, I only have a single piece set up for prints. But it turns out that I can set it up for a variety of different products...even coffee mugs! How indespensible is that? I have already bought some prints and the giant coffee mug to see how they turned out. Can't wait till they get here.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure how the laws that govern art work when one has put together a piece of art that is based on another's piece of art. For example, I have a mural of a dragon that I did for an 8-yr old (who is now 9). It was based on a figurine. Can I sell prints or do I need to get permission? Well, I'll try to get permission. Better safe than sorry.

I'm obviously excited about this. deviantART is a great place. I can get lost in there for quite some time.

On a side note: Some assholes have been stealing the posters for my art classes. A small (very small) part of me is flattered. But...hello? They're up there for a reason. I wouldn't mind people stealing the posters if they were to sign up for classes. (Of course, then they would actually be paying for them, so that makes it a lot easier not to mind.)

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Updated Virtual Art Class Poster

Image hosted by Photobucket.comThanks to handy suggestions from Tim, I have revised my web poster for my art class. Apparently, it was difficult to read before on some browsers. Hopefully, the adjustments have taken care of that problem. He may have more suggestions that lead to more tweaking, but that is to be seen.

I saw Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy yesterday. I enjoyed it. I think my actual erudite phrasing when asked was something like, "It was nice." It wasn't a gut-buster, but it was fun. Tim invited me and I got to see some others that I've not seen in quite some time. It made me miss Rockford.

Oh, today is Christina's birthday. Better call soon before I get earn the cold shoulder.

Today's sermon actually went well enough that I'm thinking of posting a link to it on my sermon site, Hermetic Homiletics. Wouldn't you know it. St. Sebald showed up last week when my sermon was relatively blah. Maybe I should have trapped her in the bathroom for a week so she could hear one of my better ones. No, then again, my peanut bladder would not have been able to cope.

Believe it or not, I just learned how to "float" an image in the text. Now I have to figure out how to set a space around it. 'Tis something to work on.