Joel Alme is one of the most amazing musicians I've heard in a long time. I feel like I'm always on this music binge, always downloading something. But this one made me stop and listen on repeat. This guy is so talented. Look him up!
myspace.com/joelalme
I'm calling it, Joel Alme's "Waiting for the Bells" is the best new album of 2010.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
OK Go will never stop being fun to listen to.
And it's unwritten law that they must always make great music videos.
Today I walked to work under a sky of bright oranges and deep amber gold.
Today is a good day.
And it's unwritten law that they must always make great music videos.
OK Go - This Too Shall Pass from OK Go on Vimeo.
Today I walked to work under a sky of bright oranges and deep amber gold.
Today is a good day.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Looking Into the Past: Thomas Circle, Washington, DC
Birthdays are always just so underwhelming for me. I guess I just don't really care about it. Ha, I mean it didn't even register to me that my birthday was coming up until last Friday.
20.
That's weird. It doesn't feel like I'm twenty. I've officially left behind my teen years. I don't know if I'll ever fully grasp that, but then again I'm only a few hours in to "adulthood".
Someone phrased it today like this: "you're half of forty now!"
That's even weirder to think about.
This birthday has forced me to look back. I mean I am entering my 20s. That's scary to me. I can't just make promises to myself of things I'll do someday, dreams I'm sure I'll achieve, places I'll somehow end up in...I have to start being that change. And its daunting.
A 19 year old can dream, and let those dreams envelop his inner-most passions and desires. But a 20 year old must act on those passions. He must channel those dreams into motivation.
It's one of my greatest weaknesses, I feel. It's so easy to say and think these things, but it's an even greater challenge to act.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Nothing can touch me.
Nothing.
20.
That's weird. It doesn't feel like I'm twenty. I've officially left behind my teen years. I don't know if I'll ever fully grasp that, but then again I'm only a few hours in to "adulthood".
Someone phrased it today like this: "you're half of forty now!"
That's even weirder to think about.
This birthday has forced me to look back. I mean I am entering my 20s. That's scary to me. I can't just make promises to myself of things I'll do someday, dreams I'm sure I'll achieve, places I'll somehow end up in...I have to start being that change. And its daunting.
A 19 year old can dream, and let those dreams envelop his inner-most passions and desires. But a 20 year old must act on those passions. He must channel those dreams into motivation.
It's one of my greatest weaknesses, I feel. It's so easy to say and think these things, but it's an even greater challenge to act.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Nothing can touch me.
Nothing.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Her eyes scanned the metallic door frames for a reason to turn back.
The spring-back woosh the doors make when someone walks in front of them cloud her mind from further thought. Suitcase in tow, she blindly goes where so many have gone before.
The illuminated flight numbers leave light shadows under her eyes. What would set her apart? How would she change anything?
The PA murmurs a flight change that echos against every wall in the terminal. It finds its way back to her ears and her eyes flicker with hopeful anticipation. The echo never seems to end as it dissolves into the masses of travelers.
Looking past the masses, a slow but steady best foot forward, she is taken aback by movement. She reels in her insecurities with the snap of the suitcase handle and lets the moving track take her to her destination.
The spring-back woosh the doors make when someone walks in front of them cloud her mind from further thought. Suitcase in tow, she blindly goes where so many have gone before.
The illuminated flight numbers leave light shadows under her eyes. What would set her apart? How would she change anything?
The PA murmurs a flight change that echos against every wall in the terminal. It finds its way back to her ears and her eyes flicker with hopeful anticipation. The echo never seems to end as it dissolves into the masses of travelers.
Looking past the masses, a slow but steady best foot forward, she is taken aback by movement. She reels in her insecurities with the snap of the suitcase handle and lets the moving track take her to her destination.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Beauty
What makes war photography so beautiful is its ability to freeze a moment in time forever. "Well isn't that what a picture is anyways?" you may ask. It is. But with war photography, I've found that there is a certain peace in the ability to stop one particular moment in war. It's an ability to look at this moment with discerning human eyes. I've never been in the midst of war, but from what I've seen, you're not exactly given time to stop and process the inhumanity, or as some would argue, the humanity, of it all.
It is our duty to see pictures like these, to know the plights of our fellow human beings in different parts of the world. This photography inspires, and brings about change in the world.
War photography lets us take these dramatic/traumatic moments in time and analyze them in stillness. Whether they are viewed from a grainy computer screen, a print newspaper, or in a studio gallery, this isolation of time and space sharply contrasts the tragedies of war with our mundane lives. Figuratively, it stops the war for a short moment. Beauty can be found in this peace.
It's not tragedy for the sake of beauty, it's finding beauty in the tragedy.
Photo by Jehad Nga
It is our duty to see pictures like these, to know the plights of our fellow human beings in different parts of the world. This photography inspires, and brings about change in the world.
War photography lets us take these dramatic/traumatic moments in time and analyze them in stillness. Whether they are viewed from a grainy computer screen, a print newspaper, or in a studio gallery, this isolation of time and space sharply contrasts the tragedies of war with our mundane lives. Figuratively, it stops the war for a short moment. Beauty can be found in this peace.
It's not tragedy for the sake of beauty, it's finding beauty in the tragedy.
Photo by Jehad Nga
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