Running Into Danger

On Saturday I ran in the Cowtown Marathon. That's what the people in Fort Worth call their annual event in which participants pay to put themselves through gruelling torchure. Before you start thinking that I must be laid up in a hospital by now let me assure you, I did not run a marathon. If you don't know, a marathon is 26.2 miles. Yes, this is an insane distance to travel by foot. So far, infact, that in the largest cities the only way that this run can be done within city limits is for the run to go in a big circle, or perhaps three or four straight lines that interconnect. Let me put this in perspective: When I give Movies.com a distance of 25 miles to find a particular movie that I want to see it gives me theaters on the other side of Houston from where I am. That would be like running to Houston and then keeping running. Insane.

So, no, I did not, at 5'11", 230 lbs. having never run more than 3 miles without stopping in my life; I, who is out of shape and has really never been in good enough shape to run ten miles, much less 26.2, I did not run a marathon. The Cowtown also features shorter, more acheivable feats such as half marathons and 5 and 10K runs. I ran the 10K which equals out to 6.2 miles. Before you start being all impressed, stop and think. I just said I've never run 3 miles before, so needless to say I did a little walking. I ran about 2.5 miles and walked about a mile before I decided that I really wanted to finish and the best way to do that quickly was to run. So I ran the rest. The next day I was very sore, but it felt good. It felt good to run and to finish and to feel at least a little closer to health.

But, here is my problem. I never stick with excersise or eating right or anything that is very difficult. The most difficult things that I do are usually things that are finished in a matter of weeks or months and so long term commitments are few and far between. Don't get me wrong. Some of these short term accomplishments can be tough. But, I can count on one hand the number of things that I haven't grown tired of and given up on. I've started and stopped work out programs and diets and all sorts of things that I know will make me feel better simply because I get tired of them. I'm not, like many people, a creature of habit. I'm the opposite. I embrace change. This can be a good thing and a bad thing. When it comes to things that are good for me it is obviously a bad thing. (When it comes to obsessing over stupid things, it's a good thing.)

That's where you come in. My faithful readers. I've decided to document on my blog, here, my road to health. I'm choosing not to think of this in terms of getting skinny or looking good. I'm consentrating on health. Likewise, because it is much easier for me to convince myself to excersise than to eat right, I'm going to first change my excersise consistancy instead of worrying too much about what I eat. Afterall, I don't eat all that bad to begin with. Amanda sees to that. Here's my plan with regard to eating:

1. Drink less beer
2. bake instead of fry.
3. No more cookie binges at 10 o'clock at night
4. No food at all after 9 pm, except water
5. Eat breakfast and eat lunch so that I'm not starving and pig out after school (This is sometimes an issue for me.)

That's it. That's not a huge change. Here's the tough part.

1. Run 4 days a week
2. Run 6 miles a week for four weeks straight.
3. After 4 weeks begin running 10 miles a week and increase distance with time.

You're job is going to be to email me or comment here asking how I'm doing. The simple fact that you're here and you know what I'm doing will help. I never thought I'd be able to keep up a blog and yet here I am almost a year later. I truly believe that my dislusion that someone is out there waiting for the next installment is what keeps me here. Hopefully, if I think that I'm accountable to the vast network of bloggers I can at least fool myself into thinking that my health is more important than just me. Which really, it is.

Stages' Searching for Eden

A week ago Amanda and I went to Stages Repertory Theatre to see their new and widely acclaimed production of Searching for Eden. The play is an adaptation of Mark Twain's The Diaries of Adam and Eve a look at what the two matriarchs would have been thinking about upon their first steps in the world.

I'm so glad that Amanda and I got to see this play together because above all this play is a love story. When I first heard that the play was about Adam and Eve I figured that it was about the nature of sin or perhaps a look at the creation story. Those elements are there, but it is much more about the two of them discovering each other than them discovering the world. Adam is, of course, first and we see him in his primitive nature. He loves his garden and rules over everything with efficiency and glee. He proclaims as often as it occurs to him that he "likes it here." Adam proclaims that he wouldn't change a thing. All the while, without him knowing it, things are changing. We meet Eve, who begins stirring the pot. First she must get used to her legs and movement as well as her surroundings. She realizes that she was not the first and therefore must be an improvement. This is a very modern view of the creation than the one that men have often touted, that since we were first that mean we are in charge. Eve's realization fits in better with the information age wisdom of .1 and .2-10, etc. Eve is simply the OS MAN version 2.0. And I have to agree. The new model is much more streamlined. This is what was going through my mind as she was offering this thought.

The play follows Adam and Eve's first meetings, their original reluctance toward each other, particularly Adam's, and their eventual love and fall from grace. The first act is wrought with humor and touching tenderness, as Eve persists with her importance to Adam, and even though he may not realize it, she needs him. When she does leave for a while Adam reluctantly admits that he misses her and that he does need her. Every part of the first act that takes place in the newly formed Garden of Eden is a reflection of the new life of a married coupled. Amanda and I chose to marry but it wasn't until we lived together that I realized that my life hadn't quite begun yet. I had to discover how to exist again after becoming comfortable in my own space. I had everything I wanted and where I wanted it and then I allowed a woman in to (as Eve puts it) "reinvent...relent...resolve...RENOVATE!" In the same way, Adam has to deal with the fact that this woman that seems like a nuisance exists to make him better. It isn't until she takes a little vacation that he is able to see this however. Likewise, Eve, who first saw Adam as a project to make-over has to admit that Adam has some brilliance and wisdom in him as well, while it may be in longer intervals. To Eve, inspiration came easy. While Adam was content naming everything by number (a monkey was number 42, a rose could be number 109, and a tree number 15) Eve attributed every item with a moniker based on it's look, smell and function. A bird became bird because it looked like a bird. Adam seemed like the right name for the only man in her life because it felt right. Somehow she discovered the kiss sans Adam, but when she is finally able to practice it on him, she says "it's a kiss." When Adam asks why, Eve answers, "Because it feels like a kiss." She has a point.

The second act of the play was somewhat less relatable to be but not any less fascinating and probably true. We see Adam and Eve now as a couple who has been married a very long time. Thousands of years in fact. Lucky for Adam and Eve their bodies have stayed true to form, not betrayed by the time that has most definitely pasted. The two love birds, now with high profile and busy jobs have finally taken time out to return for the first time to the Garden of Eden, which is now called simply the stylized, fast-paced sounding, "E." This act is slower as the two reveal the fears and insecurities that have come with age. The two original people now have seen much and not all of it was pleasant. They have regrets that sink so deep that they have not even spoken of them for a long time for fear that the words would force them to recognize truths that are too painful to remember or admit. They talk about their children, their jobs, what it was like in the beginning and what has been lost in aging. Adam and Eve are able to re-evaluate their past and present and remember what brought them together in the first place. Surprisingly enough, their love is not a victim of the process of elimination.

Don't Give Up

It's becoming more and more difficult to post meaningful things here. I have surcome to MySpace which is the lazyman's blog. When I might feel guilty or trite posting a survey or "tag" on this space, it feels natural and totally acceptable over there. It is so much easier, not to mention more widespread. If you doubt it. Go look at my friend list. I'm even friends with famous people like Todd Barry and The Flaming Lips.

But, I looked back on my first entry here, back on March 11, 2005. Almost a year and I've never given it up. I never thought that I would stick to something like this. I guess I'm kind of proud of myself. MySpace is like the cool new kid with the pool in the neighborhood and Great Blogs of Fire is more like the old lady across the street who makes me tamales. I may forget to go over to Mrs. Juarez's house sometimes, but I know that there is more substance in my visits there.

I really want to write you about Searching for Eden the play Amanda and I saw at Stages Repertory Theatre on Sunday. And I will. But, not today.

The Aristocrats

The Aristocrats was interesting. If you haven't heard of this movie it is a documentary about a joke. Yes, one joke. This joke lives on in the stand up community as one of those inside things that every comedian tells a different version of. The main reason that this joke is almost strictly "inside" and is never included in someone's act is that it is so dirty that even the most crass comedians stay away from it. In fact, the joke isn't even that funny, but the fun is in seeing how offensive a comedian can become with it.

Being an open minded kind of person with self-professed thick skin I thought, "How bad can this joke be? It can't be much worse than the disgusting filth that gets played on HBO and Comedy Central." I mean, even if a comedian is on basic cable getting bleeped every other line we still get some pretty filthy stuff being pumped into our living rooms. I'm no prude, and these offensive topics rarely phase me. Usually, as in the case of Drawn Together, probably the most offensive show on T.V., I'm more offended at the fact that the show sucks and exists soley on the toilet humor that attracts junior high kids with neglectful parents. But, trust me, the joke does not disapoint. It is extremely filthy. Depending on what comedian is telling the joke the offense can run from simply a disturbing visual to borderline illeagal. Let me go ahead and give you the gist of the joke. I will attempt to do this delicately for I know that my readers have human decency, something that most versions of this joke do not have.

A man walks into a talent agency and claims to have an amazing new act. It is a family act. The talent agent agrees to see the act. The man brings in the family and the act begins. This is where each teller of the joke peppers the act will all kinds of indecencies that I will not repeat on this blog. The point of this joke differs from most in that it is not intended to be funny, unless you find the shock of the digustingness of it funny, which, at times, it was. The joke is simply meant to be disgusting. It is the ultimate joke that comedians tell when they know that the other comedians in the room will not hold it against them for saying all kinds of horrible things. They cannot tell this joke to a paying audience. It would surely offend the most objectionable audiences. It offended me, and that is hard to do. But you have to keep telling yourself, "These comedians don't condone the kinds of things they are talking about, but are only carrying on a long tradition of shock humor and immoral ideas that shall never see the light of day." Many of the comedians even commented that they couldn't believe they were telling the joke on camera. One comedian quipped, "Well, I'll never get to work for Disney again."

So while the individual comedian comes up with varying acts of unspeakable nature upon unspeakable nature the listener (granted the listener hasn't walked away, yet) is expecting some grand punch line to cap off the story. So the talent agent says "Well, that certainly is some act!" or "That was horrible!" or "I've never seen anything like that!" or something else, but always finishes with "What do you call it?" And the man says, "The Aristocrats!" The name of the joke is purposefully anti-clamactic for a number of reasons, which you may explore on your own. Needless to say, a sensible audience would find this joke horribly offensive and not all that funny. But, comedians don't tell it to sensible audiences, they tell it to themselves. It is almost a game to see who can be the grossest, the most inhumane and anti-social, and many times who can draw it out the longest.

The movie will be interesting to those who might be interested in the inner-sanctum of the stand-up comedian. Watching Bob Saggat swear and speak of all kinds of vagrancies would be worth it enough for some. But, other than people who already have a fairly sick sense of humor anyway, this movie is not going to be appreciated or enjoyed by many people. I read one review that says that the telling became old after a while and I have to agree. We get accustomed to the degretancy spewing from the comedians and it becomes a simply inside look into what they do when they're drunk and want to make each other laugh. Personally, I'm at least intrigued but I can hardly believe that a whole lot of others are.

2.5 bulls out of 5

Sordid Lives Cast

Everyone who doesn't care about the cast of Sordid Lives and just came to read about politics start a controversial discussion of somekind, carry-on.

Thank you for all who auditioned. Casting a show is both exciting and nerve-racking, especially when you have so much talent to choose from. The cast for Sordid Lives will be as follows.

Bitsy Mae Harling Emily Griffin

Ty Williamson Neal Gage

Sissy Hickey Cathy McMillan (not Millican as previously noted.)

Noleta Nethercott Wendy Bailey

Latrelle Williamson Dawn Daily

LaVonda Dupree Maggie Eubanks

G. W. Nethercott Kim Martin

Wardell "Bubba" Owens Les Craig

Odell Owens John Eubanks

Dr. Eve Bolinger Any Miller-Martin

Earl "Brother Boy" Ryan Martin

Rev. Barnes Dwayne Bailey

I'm excited about this show and about directing all of you. Our first readthrough will be Monday, February 20 at 7 pm at the theatre. For those who do not yet have a script and would like to pick it up before then please let me know. You can call me, email me or leave me a message here. I will make sure to leave a copy at the theatre box office for you.

My New Space

Well, I've discovered MySpace. While I'm not abondoning the blog here I am certainly intrigued by the MySpace phenomenom. When I first started blogging here (almost a year!) I was reaquainted with many of you who I hadn't seen in a while. MySpace has done that also, but at super-sonic speeds. It's much more frivolous than blogger, I'll admit. Not as much discussion and more just friends keeping in touch and networking. It's kind of fun even if it's trendy.

Here's something I found on MySpace, which appeals a great deal to me since Wes Anderson just happens to be my favorite director. Enjoy.

UPDATE:Simply changing my favorite color to blue makes me Max Fischer.

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Friday Night. Where Are You?

Tonight I'm carb loading. Potatos and cornbread. What do you think about that. Amanda is at a party tonight that I wasn't invited to because I am uncooth (uncuthe, uncouth, or perhaps unceauxth?)

Not really, it was a small little thing that turned big. I am not running a marathon in the morning if that's why you think I'm carb loading. It's simply because of the leftover pototo casserole and cornbread. The cornbread had actually turned disgusting, so it got tossed.

Thanks for thinking that I could run a marathon.

I should be watching the season (possibly series) finally of Arrested Developement tonight (can someone say the best show ever?) but I'm not. I didn't think it would be right given that Amanda and I just returned season 1 to Netflix and season 2 is in the mail. I didn't want to get thrown off. I'll wait until it, too, is available on DVD. After all, I've grown to hate commercials.

CALLING PEOPLE WHO USE DIPTHONGS AND TRIPTHONGS VERY SLOWLY BUT DON'T HAVE A CLUE WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

We are auditioning for Sordid Lives on Sunday and Monday (Feb 12, and 13) and we need you to embarass your self. Please come and audition for the comedy that Kyle Martin calls "the funniest play I've ever read." And many ladies have called, "a filthy peice of comic genious!" It's really a funny play, but it is rather racey if that kind of thing doesn't float well at your tea breakfasts. So I understand.

But, I'm looking forward to directing adults. should be fun.

Things I Do When I Have Nothing Else

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Waiter
2. Substitute teacher
3. Auto maintenance
4. TV delivery guy

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. The Royal Tanenbaums
2. Resovoir Dogs
3. Rushmore
4. Back to the Future

Four books you could read over and over:
1. Lord of the Flies
2. Catcher in the Rye
3. Harry Potter series
4. The Bible (I know it sounds cheesy, but it really holds my attention)

Five places you have lived:
1. Baytown, TX
2. Abilene, TX
3. Dallas/Fort Worth area, TX
4. Prescott, Arizona
5. New York City

Four t.v. shows you watch:
1. Arrested Developement
2. The Daily Show
3. Everybody Loves Raymond
4. The Office

Four places you have vacationed:
1. Colorado
2. Florida
3. Chicago
4. Hawaii

Four web sites you visit (nearly) daily:
1. The Internet Movie Database
2. My Blog (You're already here.)
3. The Homestar Runner
4. Wikipedia

Four favorite foods:
1. Tex-Mex
2. Pizza
3. BBQ
4. Thanksgiving food

Four places you would rather be:
1. Home with Amanda
2. Mountains with Amanda
3. At the movies with Amanda
4. At a restaurant with Amanda

Bono

He continually derides himself as being "just a rock star" and never denies any of the connotations that are associated with that moniker. He doesn't see himself as any kind of important figure in history other than in the pop culture arena, but I think that history will prove differently. Bono's music never moved me the way it does many others from my generation, but I've always appreciated U2's integrity and sense of self-aware, non-importance. The Pop-Mart tour struck me as a brilliant way to satirize the uber-consumerism that surrounds a popular culture that included, to a large part, U2 themselves. Bono has always helped guide his band to lead the way in music of social justice, and while I'm only a mediocre fan of his music I am a huge fan of Bono's status as a figure for peace and justice.

February 2 Bono spoke to the President and other political types at the National Prayer Breakfast, and he continues to move me with the way he stands up to governments and challenges them to do more in the worldwide quest for international justice. Please do yourself a favor and watch the speech.

If you can't load the video for some reason you can read the transcript at Larry James Urban Daily blog.

Ruben and Robert

I want to tell you a story:

When I was junior high was considered short by a lot of people. Perhaps I was the main one who thought that I was short, and everyone else just saw me as normal hieght. As you well know, it doesn't matter in junior high what others think of you because in fact, no one is reallly thinking of you at all. Junior high students are way too busy thinking of themselves to ever take anyone else into consideration, so my self-conscious attitute toward being what I thought was short was, like all self-consciousness, unfounded and unnecessary. But, like most junior high kids, this didn't deter me from feeling left out, ostrasized and like the wierdest guy on the planet. I suppose that my affliction wasn't as severe as many, but it still existed.

A major part of any short junior high boy's bane is the bully. I had my fair share of run ins with bullies. In junior high I could name the names of several that made life at Gentry Jr. High less than bearable. This particular story involves a gentleman by the name of Ruben. I don't feel the need the need to change his name, because while I'm not sharing his last name, I also don't have found memories of Ruben and don't feel the need to protect his identity. I'm sure Ruben has grown up to be a fine individual with kids and a house on blocks and all the great stuff that happen to former bullies, but for the sake of this story, he is the bad guy.

Ruben was a torn individual. He was your typical bully, balancing the need to feel powerful and compensate for his shortcomings and the desire to be liked. Depending on who he was around and who he was trying to impress, Ruben could morph loyalties and demeanor on the spot. Generally it was amoung the group of students referred to as kickers (kids who dress in cowboy garb) that Ruben felt that he had to be the tough guy. When he was around the likes of Wesley and Shane and Brent, other bigger, puberty advanced kickers, Ruben would go out of his way to be the toughest and meanest and most apathetically hateful guy around. These others who I named had their moments but Ruben was such a follower that he took bullying to a new level for the entertainment value of the others.

So, one day in gym we are running laps around the basketball court. I am going to assume that this is 8th grade since I remember that being the toughest year with regard to being bullied. Many had already started to hit growth spurts and whatnot, while I, seemingly on my own, was stuck in a child's body. As we ran around the court Ruben decided that it would be fun to ram me from the back. He would run up behind me and push me hard into the brick wall, or at least hard enough to make me lose my balance. Maybe if I had taken these little jabs as good clean fun then I would have been okay, but I didn't. I knew that it was not meant to be for fun but to make me mad. So I would yell back and perhaps even try to push Ruben back. At 5'4" I was no match for Ruben's sturdy 200 + pound, adult-like frame. As I resisted my abuse the humiliation rained down ever the more. I needed a friend who was not scared of this guy like I was. I needed some kind of protection as a little kid among giants who only sought to hurt me. Just then it showed up.

WHAM! Just as Ruben is taunting me with "What are you going to do about it"s He is sent flying into the wall and crashing to the floor. My hero had arived in the form of an even bigger black guy named Robert.

"If you're going to mess with someone, mess with someone your own size." Robert demanded.

Ruben tried to defend himself. "I was only playing. Weren't we, Kyle?" I wasn't biting. My loyalties were drawn and I've never cowtowed to pressure from bullies.

"We weren't playing. You were pushing me around."

After a strongly worded threat to yours truly Ruben was silenced once more.

"Just leave him alone." Robert ordered.

Robert and I never hung out or became great friends. We were in a few classes together in junior high and then in high school, but for the most part he was not a major part of my life in any way. But, Robert's character and sense of duty always stuck with me in a profound way. As he became a star high school athlete and rocketed to All-District in football and then a scholarship to play at Texas A & M, I payed close attention. Robert, who is known as Rocky to most people, was getting some well deserved fame and recognition for his talents. I was proud to have known Rocky when he was drafted into the NFL and boasted a successful rookie season with the Seattle, and this season as he helped his team to the Superbowl I was excited that this had happened to such a good guy. Rocky probably doesn't even remember that time in the Gentry Boy's Gym, but I certainly do and it's always made a big difference to me. I don't remember if I thanked him or not. I could have been too embarrassed, but if I ever saw him now I would certainly tell him how happy I was that he was so successful, because it couldn't have happened to a nicer, more genuinely good guy.

Congratulations Rocky!

Good Night, and Good Luck

Amanda and I saw Good Night, and Good Luck yesterday. If you didn't already know it is nominated for a bunch of Oscars, not that this means a lot, but nonetheless it is.

Good Night, and Good Luck chronicles the 5 or 6 month period of time in which Edward R. Morrow and the CBS news show "See it Now" decided to take on the tactics of Joseph McCarthy during his quest to exploit American's fears of Communism in America. Morrow and his fellow producers take great risks as they put themselves in the hotseat by exposing McCarthy for being as un-American as the people he saught to destroy.

Good Night, and Good Luck is almost not even a narrative film at all but is more of very artistically conceieved documentary. I guess the correct term for it is a "docudrama" but I hate terms that combine two words to make one. Good Night, and Good Luck doesn't require a strong emotional response from the audience like most great movies. I found myself more informed than moved, more interested than engulfed. It doesn't surprise me that it was nominated for Best Picture because by far it is the most unique picture of the year. Nor does it surprise me that David Strathairn was nominated for Best Actor because he was great. But, Good Night, and Good Luck did surprise me in that it created a new genre of movie in my opinion. I think that it should be getting even more buzz than it is simply because of the innovativeness of it. The movie combines real footage of the trials and events surrounding the McCarthy scare of the 1950s with black and white shot, smoky shadows and sternly serious men and women in the CBS rooms at the time. The 7.5 million that it cost to shoot this film surely was purely actors' paychecks and marketing because with the stock footage comprising at least a quarter of the 93 minute film and the rest of the movie being shot in the studio, it's hard to imagine that the money went into production costs.

5/5 bulls

"Make You Happy Tonight"

Amanda's Birthday was yesterday. No, I didn't forget, she got cake and presents and such. But, I did want to honor her right here in some way and thought today would still be okay since we're celebrating tonight by going to dinner and a Rocket's game.

I just wanted to thank you Amanda for putting up with me, a big duffus, and loving me anyway. How big a duffus you say? Watch the video. It speaks worlds.

Born Again Artist

Lately, I've read some pretty scathing reviews of the movie, The End of the Spear a story about a couple of missionaries who travel to a remote part of Ecuador to bring Jesus to those poor unfortunate souls who call themselves the Waodani tribe.

I don't want to give a full review here because I haven't seen the movie. See the excellent reviews by the Venerable Priest and the ACU Optimist's Sarah Carlson, sister of Great Blogs of Fire regular and film critic.Dan. (Sarah Carlson is also the name of a person I worked with one summer at a church camp in Arizona, but she spelled "Sara" without the "h" at the end. This is beside the point.)

These reviews are by people who would consider themselves, and whom I consider Christians, probably even Evangelical. Both of these reviews describe The End of the Spear as being bland, cheesy, without depth, relevance or any effort at a legitimate work of art chronicling the incredible stories of these missionaries. Both Carlson and Priest cite the film as not giving due respect to the lives of the missionaries involved.

While these reviewers are probably right and I'm not going to see this movie based on them, I can't help but identify with Christian artists. Somewhere there is a balance between making entertainment that is accessible to secular audiences without alienating Christian artist, but express the artists' Christian perspective. In the ACU Theatre department we concentrated quite a bit of effort on this problem. The mission statement of the department reflects this problem as does a quote that appears on much of the ACU Theatre recruitment material. I can't find the exact quote but it was something to the effect of this: "Where are the artists who will represent Christ to a desolate and lost world with artistic integrity?" The actual quote was better put, but that is the large question for a big portion of the Christian arts community. When writing a play I am often met with the dilemma of appealing to both secular and Christian artists. My play Arizona Rose, for example has undergone numerous rewrites, some for the simple reason that I was unable to resolve this issue. On the one hand I didn't feel that the issues presented would be relevant to a secular audience, but some of the material might be offensive to many Christians and therefore no one would ever see the play. But, how does an artist remain truthful without offending Christians. I mean really, everything offends some Christians!

There's got to be a balance out there, though. Some movies like Passion of the Christ and The Ten Commandments have been accepted into mainline film circles as quality films despite their religious themes. Two things, though, make this possible. First, mainstream audiences are more likely to accept stories that are direct translations of the Bible. People see it as historical and not in your face evangelising. Second, these two films were made by directors who had already proven themselves in mainstream filmmaking. Another thing that helps Christianity based or religious themed films is if they cause more offense to the Christian community than to the secular one. In these cases many movie goers are apt to jump to see what all the fuss is about.

But the bottom line is that a movie has to be good. And to be good it has to be able to move more people than just your fundamentalist religious zealot, who seem to be content with the dreck they play on TBN. To me this means that I have to continue doing what I'm doing without worrying whether or not someone is going to take offense because my play contains cuss words on the same page as a character professes Christ. That's for that character to hash out and if you take offense to that then you are simply taking offense to real lives being lived. So those who took offense that a priest has an openly gay son and has a very personal relationship with Jesus, himself, see the art for what it is: a representations of someone's reality and not the white-washed cookie cutter brand of Christianity that you want to believe exists, but doesn't.

So, what is the greatest mistake the makers of The End of the Spear made? I can tell you without even seeing the movie that they neglected one very important sector of movie-goer. Christians who care about good art.

Website Down

If you try and click the link on the side of the page that says "My Professional Website" you will get nothing. Well, not nothing. You'll get a really wierd page with nothing of interest. I was growing more frustrated with my website as it fell farther and farther behind anything that I would consider useful and was unaware of anyone even looking at it. Ever. Then I realized that all of the photos that I had uploaded were eating up my disk space and my email was filling way too fast. So, if my website was the most interesting thing of your day then, first, I apologize. Second, get out of your house and make some friends, buy a book, something. You're pathetic.

I plan to have a much more scaled down version of the site up at some point, but I want to learn how to create a real one first. Even then it will only have a few things instead of EVERYTHING that I've ever done.

UPDATE: I created a spaceholding page that lets people know what I've done, Click here to see what it looks like.