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Resurrect Me
August 19, 2009, 3:48 pm
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I love the changing of seasons.
They always serve as a reminder of new beginnings and transformations.
I’m already starting to feel this sense of transformation as the wramth of summer fades, and the crispness of Autumn is just around the corner.
I had an increddible summer of working hard, particularly on the set of the indepedently-produced film Logan.
I think everyone on the crew of Logan did a fantastic job, and I learned a lot from it.
I won’t forget the early mornings, coffee runs, ice pickups, late night callsheets, five-minute powernaps, freestyle rap sessions, movie premieres, the snack table with amazing cookies, the on-set photography, the dogs, guinnipigs, and pet duck on set, all the extras, or my favorite words: “day wrapped.”
I’ll remember driving at least an hour and a half a day, picking up equipment from Bad Dog studios, and helping the guys squish it into the trunk of my van.
I’ll remember setting up meals and snacks twice a day, logging hundreds of shots, and meeting new and interesting people each and every day.
What a relief to be finished, and to know that it went smoothly.
Now I’m in a transition stage between shooting ending, and school beginning.
I’ve enjoyed a few wonderful days off with friends, given myself a chance to get back in the zone spiritually.
I’ve had the chance to catch up with my friend Faith, who has been living in Israel for the past year and a half. Conversing about the spiritual warfare, the fulfilling of prophesies, and the broken holiness of Tel Aviv has been enriching to my soul, and inspired me to delve even deeper into the scriptures.
I’m excited to have this week of Sabbath to refresh myself before school starts.
I got to spend a good amount of time with my best friend as well, loitering in Webster Groves, eating Middle Eastern food, listening to music, and making crafts over coffee in an empty McDonalds.
Whenever I get a chance to slow down, I realize how blessed I am. Which is a good thing to realize.
A blog about new beginnings wouldn’t be complete without mentioning the most significant and positive change: my dad was just offered a job. Another testiment to God’s perfect provision for us. After 8 months of being unemployed, today is Dad’s first day of work.
After a summer of filming and trips to Cornerstone and New York, Monday will be my first day of school.
Praise God for new beginnings!



More
July 25, 2009, 10:18 pm
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May serving become as natural to you as breathing, that you don’t even need to think about it. -Kyle R.

I’ve realized several things this week, like how often I take simple things for granted…things like unlimited clean water, shelter from the rain, and bathrooms with toilet paper.
Community is also something I overlook more than I should. Most people in New York City seem very disconnected from one another. In a city so huge and so diverse, you would think this was unavoidable. The majority of people are friendly if you talk to them, but they sit on subways and streets with somber faces, clutching their belongings close, and listening to iPods. They look weary and disconnected from those around them.
And yet they are beautiful.
They are glamorous.
They are dirty.
They are human.
They are loved.
As different and as segregated as the bouroughs are, the subways are as diverse as it gets. There is no dress code. There are no minorities. Being crammed on a crowded subway with so many styles, so many languages, and so many ethicities was eye opening and beautiful to me.
The greatest sense of community that I got was at a prayer service we attended at Brooklyn Tabernacle. Hundreds of us gathered together and openly worshiped and prayed to our heavenly father. The people there were warm and genuine, and several of them came to our row and prayed for us, even though they didn’t know who we were or where we were from. It was a fantastic community. They didn’t discriminate or make me feel uncomfortable, yet the pastor didn’t sugarcoat the message. He spoke about rest, and what it means to allow God to move through us in order to accomplish more through him. It challenged me to make more of an effort in my daily life to rest in God’s strength. Right now I’m working seven days a week and I’m almost always tired to some degree. I plan to lighten my schedule when the summer ends, but until my commitments are fulfilled, I intend to take time each day to rest in God and allow him to renew my strength so that I may serve him better.
There was also a moment in the church service where the pastor showed a video from a missions group their church had recently sent to serve in Haiti. It was simple, but truthful. The video showed the needs of a family there, and how the church group had worked to build a church for them. All I could think of was how beautiful the work they did was, and how it was exactly the kind of video I could have made. I realized that the desires God gave me to worship him through video, service projects, and travel could be interconnected. That maybe just part of his plan for me was to go to those places and document what was there, to show people here the truth and encourage them that even the smallest things make a difference.
I also learned this week that in order to serve others, you must start with those close to you. I want to start serving my family and friends better, and then pass it on to the community. This is hard for me, because I tend to think only about the big-picture. But sometimes all you have to do is start it.
This week one of my favorite jobs was painting a mural on a gym wall for a VBS in Queens. I was into it. I felt like I was doing something big. However, we had to leave after only an hour and a half of painting. It felt like we had just started, and gotten nothing done. It was hard for me to leave the project unfinished. But I know that in a week or two another group of volunteers will pick up where we left off, and the project will be one step closer to completion. So even though it doesn’t feel like I’m doing much, even now, I realized that I’m part of something bigger. The body of Christ isn’t about me doing everything and getting all the glory. It’s about me putting in my best efforts, fully relying on the other parts to do the same, and trusting God for the fruit.
So in the end it doesn’t really matter what I do, but how much love I put into it. I pray the Lord would continue to mold my heart and my desires, and use me however He sees fit.



Giving
July 19, 2009, 6:48 pm
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On the way to New York City for a missions trip. We’re not even there yet and i’ve already realized some things I need to focus on.

We live in a consumerist culture.
We’ve become desensitized to the needs of the world, and preoccupied with our own petty desires.
We are so wary of scams and people taking our money, that we stop giving altogether, turning away those who are truly in need.
I don’t want to hoard what I have, living in fear of scams and those who would take advantage of me.
I would rather have nothing, than to live in fear of losing everything.
Here in the US, we dont know what true suffering is.
We barely realize how much we have. We can’t even imagine a life without the luxuries we’ve come to expect.
We say we want change and social justice, yet we’re unwilling to act on these convictions because it means surrendering what we’ve worked so hard for.
So the question is, who am I serving?
I’m guilty of serving only myself.
I’m guity of thinking I deserve things I have been freely given.
I’m guilty of false humility and I’m guilty of giving with the wrong intentions.
Dying to myself means surrendering all I have to the Lord of my life.
I need to put my faith into action by giving more, and trusting that He will provide.
I need to do more about the poverty that I see around me, and hold nothing back.
I look at the early church and how they shared everything they had. In Acts the Bible says that there were no needy people among them; that they all had everything they needed.
I think we’ve grown comfortable with a culture that is obsessed with money and greed, even in the church.
We give if there’s something we can get out of it. A good feeling. A tax deduction. We give out of guilt, not with cheerfulness and rejoicing that we’re helping build the Kingdom of heaven.
This is something I need to change. I want to live in such a way that my Heavenly Father will be glorified in all I do. If I truly believe that my treasure is in heaven, and that my needs here on earth are few, I shouldn’t hold onto it so tightly.
If my actions don’t match my beliefs, than I am nothing but a hypocrite.

Father, I pray that you would forgive my selfishness.
I beg you to accept my gifts, take them and use them for your kingdom.
Kill my inner selfishness. My desires. My hidden motives. Help me live generously. Show me ways in which I can help and serve and truly give of myself.
I trust you to take care of me in the future, just like you have taken care of me all along.
I believe that I have been lavishly blessed with more than enough to meet my needs.
I fully desire to live a life of service to you.
A life that is simple.
A life that is uncluttered.
A life that breathes for you, where you are the only reward that I’m striving for.



Oprah Rescues Chicago!
May 1, 2009, 10:26 pm
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Oh, Chicago! You were the last city left to be rescued in the Invisible Children Rescue Rally.

Why?

You’re a huge city.

You host countless celebrity appearances.

You have The Cubs. The Bears. The Bulls.

You have OPRAH!

After 6 nights sleeping on the streets, “abductees” from around the nation must have been wondering what was up with Chicago.

You’ve got to hand it to them. They pulled it off in the end. They shot this video as a last call for Oprah to rescue them. It gives me goosebumps each time I watch it.

Despite other attempts to contact her, Oprah responded to the song and dance routine.

Invisible Children founders Bobby, Laren, and Ben were interviewed live on Oprah today, along with the hundreds of other IC reps who made the journey to Chicago to wait for their rescue. Oprah encouraged everyone watching the show to go to invisiblechildren.com and watch the documentary.

Although they were the last to come through, Chicago has become the grand finale of this year’s Rescue demonstration. The fact that it brought everyone together in the end and successfully gained the support of a media giant like Oprah is incredible.

Finally, everyone can go home.

For those who still want to do something, plan on coming to the IC lobby day in Washington DC June 22 – 23, 2009. There IC reps will present senators with letters written as a result of The Rescue. This will pressure them to do whatever is in their power to end the ongoing Ugandan war.



Anvil! The Story of Anvil
April 30, 2009, 9:50 pm
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Nothing like an awesome repetative title! Anvil! The Story of Anvil is a little documentary currently playing at the Tivoli. Adrienne and I went to see it last night, and I must say, it was everything I hoped it would be.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I go through frequent phases in both films and in life. Right now I’m in a rock documentary phase, particularly those of the late 60’s and early 70’s. This started with Gimmie Shelter in Film Appreciation, and has now branched out quite a bit. Anvil has the appeal that every rock documentary should have, except it explores the underground heavy metal scene that apparently is still going strong…particularlly in Japan and parts of Europe.

The film follows the story of Anvil, particularly “Lips” the lead singer, and his best friend Robb (drummer) who founded the band when they were fourteen. Anvil was a huge influence to other metal bands in the 80’s. They toured with bands like Anthrax and Megadeath, both of which went on to sell millions of albums. For whatever reason, and no one knows why, Anvil never made it as big as the bands they inspired. They went from playing to crowds of thousands, to delivering cafeteria food back home in Canada.

The film begins shortly before Lips celebrates his 50th birthday. The band hasn’t died yet, but at this point it’s in a comotose state. Anvil! The Story of Anvil documents the group’s last-chance Euorpean tour, and the release of their 13th album “This is Thirteen.” It’s an entertaining story, mostly due to the fact that the main subjects are artistic and emotional middle-aged men who have been playing together for thirty-six years. I found myself cheering for these guys as they fought to record their album, survivie their jobs, and try to make their dreams come true.

Overall, I liked the focus of this film. It showed the heart of the band, while not taking itself too seriously. Filmmaker Sacha Gervasi was a huge Anvil fan as a kid, and even went on tour with them at 16. However, he does a good job making the film appeal to those of us that aren’t metal fans. It’s less about the music, and more about the relationship between Lips and Robb, and how the band affects their grown-up lives. I thought it was pretty sweet…although Adrienne and I were both relieved after watching this film that neither of us are dating guys in bands…phew.



The Rescue.
April 30, 2009, 5:52 pm
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What an amazing time we had at The Rescue for Invisible Children that was held downtown last weekend!

Hundreds of people met at the Ed Jones Dome at 3 PM on Saturday, and commuted to the Arch grounds, where we all wrote letters to senators, talked to the media, and made our beds outside.

Representitives from Invisible Children asked various celebrities and media moguls to come rescue us. The moguls were to show up and say that Invisible Children was something they believed in and would do their best to help support.

We received updates throughout the night on other cities around the world who had been rescued. There were rumors of Taylor Swift making an appearance, since she had a concert in St. Louis that night. Swift never showed, so members of our group waited into Sunday afternoon to be rescued.

Around 3:30 Sunday afternoon, after over 24 hours of waiting, abductees in St. Louis (accompanied by “Rescue Riders” who traveled from other states to help support the cause) were rescued by Rams football player Chris Chamberlain. After that several of the abductees went on to join the Rescue Riders in Chicago who were still waiting to be rescued.

The Rescue may be over, but the plight in Uganda still goes on. While we helped raise awareness, children in Uganda are still waiting to be rescued from Joseph Kony’s army. Let’s not forget about what we’ve learned, but continue to endure with them.

I made this short video highlighting the events that took place.



MPAA Rant

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The MPAA (Motion Picture Association of America) is responsible for the ratings on the films we see in theaters. According to the MPAA’s website “The ratings are intended to provide parents with advance information so they can decide for themselves which films are appropriate for viewing by their own children.” The Board makes the decision based on drug content, language, violence, and sexual content because these are issues parents are concerned about. Because the MPAA claims to be a useful tool for parents, I’ve researched how film ratings affect families — from the time children are young, until they’re old enough to make their own viewing decisions.

Media is pervasive in our culture. When a child comes into the world, it is practically a blank slate, uninfluenced by the media in all its forms. It is not long however, before the child is placed in front of a TV and subject to the content on the screen. Maybe it starts out with an animated movie, or an educational learning video. As the child grows, he starts to make his own viewing decisions, based upon what his parents deem trustworthy—maybe a superhero movie or a slapstick comedy. More violent in nature than the G-rated films he watched as a child, but still relatively “harmless.” At this age most children start to become desensitized to violence in films. Maybe they even start repeating crude jokes they heard in films. Before long, they are at the age when they want to go to movies with their friends—movies that may or may not be approved by mom and dad. This is where the rating system is supposed to serve as a guide for parents.

When children reach their teen years, parents rely on the film ratings in order to judge what movies the child is allowed to see. The rating system states that PG movies may include brief violence or nudity, but no drug content. Therefore, it serves as a caution to parents, but does not prevent any child from viewing the film. A PG-13 film “may go beyond the PG rating in theme, violence, nudity, sensuality, language, adult activities or other elements.” This is where the lines start to get very hazy, making it difficult for parents to decode the ratings. Some PG-13 films have very little unsuitable content, (take, for instance, Son of Rambow, rated PG-13 for “some violence and reckless behavior” 2008) while others bridge on an R rating (including The Dark Knight, rated PG-13 for “intense sequences of violence and some menace” 2008). R-rated films are defined as anything dealing with “adult material.” This includes “adult activity, hard language, intense or persistent violence, sexually-oriented nudity, drug abuse or other elements.” No one under age 17 is permitted in an R-rated film without a parent. However, some films, such as Slumdog Millionaire and The Fall receive R ratings based on insinuated violence and nothing else. How do these films differ from the “family friendly” Prince Caspian (2008), which received a PG rating in spite of epic battle sequences including off-screen throat-slitting and decapitating? The answer has a lot more to do with the studios decisions and the MPAA’s appeals system than the content itself.

Commonly, parents put way too much trust in the ratings system. They need to understand that the MPAA is a lobbying association, and it has its faults. It was never intended to be a net that catches everything children aren’t supposed to see. That job lies solely on the parents. I believe rating should be about more than just the content itself, but on the context in which it is presented. I think parents should carefully review the films their children watch, taking the context into careful consideration. Darren Aronofsky’s film Requiem for a Dream is an excellent example. The film contains a large amount of drug content, language, violence, and sexual content. However, these things are presented in such a way that they ultimately destroy the characters. The film is hard-hitting and realistic in its presentation of these elements, as evidenced by its original rating of NC-17. But what better way for a parent to teach their young teenagers about the destructive nature of drugs and the depravity of a life centered on them.

The MPAA is a large organization with power over every major film company. I believe that film ratings should be done on a smaller scale. I think we would benefit from localized film ratings — assigned by the theater at which a film is playing. After all, the theaters are the ones with the responsibility of enforcing the ratings, and they know their audiences better than the MPAA. On an even smaller scale, I believe that parents should be held responsible for what their kids are watching. When the MPAA assigns ages to ratings, they are unable to take individual differences into account. No two children are the same, and what may not bother one 13-year-old, may be disturbing to another 13-year-old.

Because of the inconsistency of film ratings by the Board of Reviewers, the importance of context over content, and the individual differences between children of the same age, I believe it is the responsibility of every parent to actively be involved in what their children watch. If parents teach their children through sound, individual judgment, the children will then be able to pass it on to their children, causing future generations to rely less on the MPAA. In the future, if enough parents take control over censorship for their own children, the MPAA will lose its power over cinema and audiences.



Gus Van Sant’s Paranoid Park

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Few films have been released in the past several years with the artistry and emotional impact of Paranoid Park (2007). Directed by auteur Gus Van Sant, at first glance this film looks like a teen high school drama. However that is just the surface. Van Sant uses this film as a device to explore the secrets that we all carry, focusing on what is hidden beneath the surface. Van Sant made the film with an ultra-realistic style, utilizing non-actors, ad-libbed dialogue, and extremely long takes. Although these “home video” techniques may seem amateur to some, Van Sant uses them to his advantage. He crafts a film that feels like a dream that starts out beautiful and then gets progressively darker.

In the movie Gabe Nevins plays Alex, a teenage skater whose initial problems involve skateboarding, borrowing his mom’s car, and satisfying his high-maintenance girlfriend. These problems are soon pushed to the background as one night Alex becomes entwined in the gruesome accidental death of a security guard. The majority of the film focuses on the psychological struggle Alex faces afterward. Shortly after the accident occurs, Alex goes home talking to himself. He rattles off his options, wondering who he can call or what he can do. After deciding that telling anyone about the accident will result in going to jail, Alex throws away his blood-splattered skateboard. This simple act begins a long spiral of cover-ups.

The screenplay is written by Gus Van Sant, based on a novel by Blake Nelson. It is appropriately told out of sequence, after the accident occurred. The film opens with Alex on the beach, writing in a notebook. His voiceover creatively navigates us through the events that took place previously. Throughout the narration, Alex apologizes for telling it out of order and fills in blanks he leaves along the way. Certain parts of the film are played repeated times, taking on a new meaning each time. This is a technique Van Sant has utilized in past films such as Elephant to show individual perspectives of characters. These perspectives change as information is gradually revealed. For instance, in the beginning of Paranoid Park we see Alex being questioned by a cop and we sympathize with Alex. His answers to questions are calm and convincing. Only later, after Alex recounts the actual events to the audience, do we find out that several of his answers were false. Not until halfway through the film does the audience find out exactly how the security guard died that night and why Alex lied about the things he did. The non-linear narrative and repetitive editing effectively tell the story in bits, almost like a puzzle that the cops haven’t solved yet.

As far as acting goes, Gus Van Sant seems to understand the intricate and self-searching minds of teenagers. In a sense, being a teen in today’s society is an ongoing identity crisis that is only complicated by society telling them who to be. Teenagers are aware of this, as evidenced by lingering shots of them walking down school hallways as comfortable groups defined by microcultures. A short scene of Alex driving his mom’s car also reveals character and the search for identity. The scene shows Alex by himself in the car, flipping radio stations and reacting differently to various types of music. Van Sant’s use of real skater kids instead of actors is proof of his dedication to realism in his films. His strategy seems to be that if a role is cast correctly, the scenes will happen with very little directing or even memorizing lines. The kids’ performances in this film are memorable and genuine not because they were great actors, but because they were given freedom to play with their roles as if in a real setting. When Alex bumps into his friend Macy (Lauren McKenny) at the mall, their interaction is genuine. Their conversations drift between subjects of skateboards, sex, music, Subway sandwiches, and starving kids in Africa. Alex and his friends display a genuine desire to understand adult issues, but an inability to handle them in adult ways. This is displayed not only with Alex in dealing with his tragic accident, but with his girlfriend Jennifer (Taylor Momsen) and her obsession with sex. When Jennifer finally gets her way, it is a disturbing, achingly moving scene that will open parents’ eyes to the sexual pressures placed on teens. It is moments like this that make Van Sant’s film truthful in an unpretentious way.

Cinematographer Christopher Doyle does a fantastic job making this film stand out as a lyrical piece of art. He allows the camera to linger on extreme close-ups of faces; he creates quivering handheld shots played in slow motion, later overlapped with asynchronous voices. The camera angles are unique, yet simple. Several times the camera is actually attached to a skateboard in order to get a low-angle shot from ground level at the skate park. Among my favorite cinematic moments are the delayed Super 8 sequences throughout the film. These flowing sequences feature low-angle shots of skateboarders, set against an ethereal, ambient score. While these bits of film may seem misplaced in a typical narrative, they fit right into this film. Van Sant uses them to establish the skate park setting, give the film an artistic feel, and allow the viewer to pause for self-reflection. Much of the film is told through long shots with no dialogue. One powerful shot is an extreme close-up on Alex’s face as he showers after the accident. Emotion is expressed through his desire to wash himself of the terrible memory as the reality of what happened settles in. This is one of the shots repeated multiple times throughout the film. The first time the viewer sees Alex in the shower, they assume it is just to cool down after skateboarding. After Alex fills in the gaps in his story, we see what happened that fateful night, and the shot is replayed. The second time the shot takes on a haunting quality, as the viewer is aware of the guilt and fear Alex hides.

Visual effects are used sparingly in the film, and mostly limited to in-camera techniques. This organic style of shooting creates a larger emotional impact during the moments of violence in which visual effects must be employed. For example, consider the more recent Star Wars films, which are laden with special effects. The audience becomes immersed in an imaginary world, to the point that it is desensitized to any form of violence. Limbs are dismembered and countless aliens are slaughtered, yet Star Wars films lack emotional impact due to the fact that they feel make-believe. Paranoid Park is quite the opposite. Because the film is made so believably, through restrained use of visual effects, the audience feels as if they are actually witnessing the helpless body of a security guard split in two by a train. The result is one of the most emotional and disturbing moments in any recent film.

Van Sant’s directing style leaves an impact because he knows people so well. He understands what makes people uncomfortable and finds ways to express unsettling truth in his films. A few of his past films deal with drug additions (Drugstore Cowboy), school shootings (Elephant), and falling rock stars (Last Days). Van Sant’s style incorporates elements from other styles of cinema. He uses experimental sequences in almost every film he does, rejecting the mainstream Hollywood style of narrative. Characteristics of his films are unconventional structure, as seen in Paranoid Park, with flashbacks and repeated action used within the narrative to help tell the story. Van Sant is also known for his use of limited dialogue. In the case of Last Days, nearly the entire film was told visually without words. While this prevented the film from being a smash box office hit, it perfectly utilized film as a visual medium. Images and naturalistic sounds replace dialogue to express the character’s inner thoughts. Other films such as Milk incorporate archive footage into the narrative in order to give it a realistic, documentary feel. This is one of my favorite techniques because it not only contributes to the historical feeling of the film, but also makes it more multidimensional and layered, almost like a scrapbook on film. Still other examples of Gus Van Sant’s work demonstrate his usage of unfinished endings. Elephant is most notorious for this, as it ends with a gun pointed at two of the lead characters and the weapon-holder cornering them in a walk-in cafeteria refrigerator. The camera slowly pulls back before cutting to a scenic shot of a streetlight. Credits begin to roll. The ending of Paranoid Park is a less-drastic version of this; however the story is still fairly open-ended.

In the end, the question Paranoid Park asks is whether someone can keep a life-altering event a secret. In the film the answer appears to be no. Alex is so consumed by his guilt and shame that he is unable to focus on daily life. In a good way, the event has helped shape his view of the world, and given him perspective to counteract the trivial teenage matters his friends find important. However, overcoming his burden of guilt is the first step in forming a new relationship with his level-headed friend Macy. Without being aware of his entire situation, Macy offers Alex a piece of advice. She tells him he’ll go crazy if he tries to keep his secret inside, and encourages him to write it down. This brings the film full-circle as we see Alex going to the beach to write down everything that happened, as seen in the film’s opening. After finishing his story, Alex takes the pages he’s written and solemnly places them in a bonfire. This represents the release of his secret. It serves as a glimmer of hope that he will be able to move on in life, without ever being discovered. The camera eases in on the flames lapping at the paper and fades to black. While many internet bloggers have debated whether or not this ending is morally right, I believe it is fitting for this film. I like that it makes us want to ask questions; I like that it serves as a satisfying conclusion, while still remaining open enough for viewers to decide what happens next in Alex’s story.

Overall, Paranoid Park is a beautifully understated display of minimal writing, fluid camerawork, naturalistic acting, refined directing, and restrained editing. These combined elements make Paranoid Park an outstanding piece of art. The film serves as an inspiration to young filmmakers because it was made on a very tight budget, defied conventional Hollywood techniques, and still managed to win the 60th Anniversary Award at the Cannes Film Festival. It went on to play in select theaters around the world, further entrancing audiences with its beauty, while leaving them intrigued with questions to ponder as the credits roll. Personally, I couldn’t ask for more in a film.



Remembering the Revolution
April 14, 2009, 4:09 pm
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April 14, 2009.
97 years after the Titanic sank.
I know this is a holiday few people probably observe.
But for me it is a reminder.
Of the frailness of life.
Of the confidence of man in himself.
Of the impact industrial / technologial revolutions have on society.
Of how humans claim they know everything, yet when it comes to death, we’re all equally afraid… (even Jesus feared his own death when he was in the garden.)
I look at stories like Titanic and I see the overwhelming presence of God.
I am reminded of the devestating qualities of pride.
“Pride comes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.” What greater reason for me to rid myself of the pride that is seeded in my heart?
I’m not saying that all technologial advances are bad, however we shouldn’t let ourselves get so caught up in speeding ahead, ignoring the ice warnings around us. Instead we should focus on using technology to glorify our Creator, not ourselves.
“For all men are like grass,
And their glory is like the flowers of the fields.
The grass whithers and the flowers fall
But the word of the Lord stands forever.”
1 peter 1:24



Ups and Downs
April 7, 2009, 5:02 pm
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This week has been full of ups and downs.

Up: Spending time with my wonderful Josh.
Down: Paying taxes.
Up: Preparing screenings for the Invisible Children documentary.
Down: Finding out my film wasn’t accepted in several festivals.
Up: Dad getting closer to a job offer.
Down: Placing in the elementry range on an algebra placement exam.
Up: Having great meals and conversations with family.
Down: The stress of always being in the right place at the right time with the right amount of energy.

But I’m not down today.
I’m getting that feeling that I have near the end of every semester when I feel like I know the people at school and can actually have conversations with them.
I’m also getting excited about summer and all my big plans.
Excited for the Rescue Rally.
Excited for camping.
Excited for roadtripping.
Excited for New York.
I’m even excited about next semester, believe it or not. I already know the classes I want to take. Registration opens tomorrow. I’m planning on 16 credit hours, which is more than I’ve ever taken at once. But I’ll be so much closer to my degree.
I’m enjoying this lovely sunny day from the comfort of my van, while munching on Trader Joes bars and cereal.
Watching the sun filter through the branches of a flowering purple tree.
I’m pretty happy.

And check out the awesome new shirt that I shall be sporting through the month of April!