Re-posting a TED Talk is an easy out to meet weekly blogging quotas. I don’t apologize, in that they’re well worth the time and effort. (In fact, it’s my deeply-held conviction TED Talks are a shining example of what the Internet is supposed to offer. As opposed to say, hentai porn.) I do apologize if you were looking for substance of a more personal note related to Christian fiction or artistic endeavor.
Lately, I’ve avoided HSSJ because in hammering out personal issues, I recognize no one’s as fascinated with my life as I am. And, as Fran Lebowitz once said, “Spilling your guts is exactly as charming as it sounds.” I didn’t want to add my semi-digested angst to the Gravitron that is the bloggo-sphere.
In the last two months I’ve declined the security of a Board position on a church council in favor of pioneering a Bible Study, been awarded the job to restore 36 leaded glass windows in a historic church, opted to re-work the entire ending for Shift Tense, and seen the birth of my third grandchild. Add regular work/family/church obligations with the occasional blizzard-induced power outage, and you’ll see its been busy here.
All this has combined to a rather sobering mix of events, forcing a guy who still plays with toy soldiers to do something truly ridiculous, namely act his age. Not a bad thing, necessarily, but I’ve been in narrow-focus, closed mode much more than normal, and my creative energies have been exhausted figuring out ways to avoid smashing my monitor at recent news stories, while not dope-smacking Christians for comments that are irrelevant to the point on inanity. (Small wonder any spare time is spent reading fiction: it makes more sense.)
That said, Spring is almost here, God is still in control, things are getting done.
I’ll end with a great quote I found the other day, as well as a link to a great article by a man who salvaged my faith:
“This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.”