Sunday, May 29, 2022

Revelations (Part 3)

A person, who claims to be a Christian, once posted this meme to a Facebook page. I consider their use of this meme ironic. Unless I am mistaken, Jesus was the Shepard. Not the leader of wolves. He left his flock to save a single lost lamb. And he did so without using violence. In fact, he endured it instead. 

For me, this meme speaks deeply to what is wrong with our present-day political and cultural discourse.
 

Sunday, May 22, 2022

A Deep Breath (#5)

Some day I will write something worthwhile. For now you will have to settle for the following. And while the content my be trivial, even a bit repetitive, I would like to think my deliver is slightly different. With a few surprises thrown into it. 

In case you were wondering, I am employing an exercise I learned from a YouTuber whom I highly respect and admire (and who is nothing like me, right down to his skinny body covered in tattoos). He goes by Struthless. When he struggled to draw regularly (he had a mental block created by a negative teacher), he employed a lesson that a professional artist shared with him.

Draw the same object each day for a year.

Struthless chose a cartoonish bird. And every day, he drew this bird. Not the same way each time, but slightly different iterations. In the beginning, the bird found itself alone on a page. Eventually, forests would spring up, or a building would appear. There were days in which the page was covered in doodles and designs. And some times there were days in which the bird appeared the same as it did on day one. Except the lines were darker, more confident. 

In the end, Struthless broke from this habit, and started his own animation studios. Well, a lot happened in between, but it began with drawing the same object every day for a year.

I am not ready to write every day, however, I am committed to blogging once a week. Even if it means rehashing the same material, with some slight adjustments.

(A second pile of mulch, which I managed to spread in two days.)

Fifteen Yards of Mulch

Sunday, May 15, 2022

A Deep Breath (#4)

Sigh. Nothing came of last week's post. The next day, I gave it about ten minutes of thought, and then moved on to other things. More pressing matters. Just do not ask me what they were: I cannot remember.

(The thirteen yards of mulch that I spread throughout my yard over the course of two days--I discovered just how out of shape I am.)


Thirteen Yards of Mulch

Thirteen Yards of Mulch

Sunday, May 8, 2022

A Deep Breath (#3)

After last Sunday's lengthy post, I will keep today's entry rather brief. On my phone, in the Chrome browser, are over hundred open tabs. They comprise articles that provoked in me intellectual and emotional responses. The oldest, I believe, has remained untouched since last September. The youngest was discovered within the past twelve hours. I have collected them in the hopes of writing down my initial reactions, doing some research, and arriving at revised conclusions. Then I would share these findings on my blog.


Sunday, May 1, 2022

On Dreaming (#14)

A week full of vivid dreams, with a common thread (or two) running through them. I think. This post was not intended to be long. Yet, it may be the longest one so far. Perhaps I am making up for skipping last week. Or, maybe these dreams are best understood collected together. 

Most likely?

I'm still not good at this thing called writing.

(This image is tongue-in-cheek. If you read far enough, you'll understand the reference. Then you will roll your eyes, shake your head, and think I'm immature. Or you'll find it funny like I did.)

NASA Moon Image