No Sleep Tonight!

What if...

I want to be more bold, more out-there. I just seem to mess up, take the easy way, and then I’m left beating myself up about what I should have done or what I should have said. What I should have done and said probably would have gone over really well. But alas, I’m here to wallow in the “what ifs.”

“What ifs,” haunt me like the ghost of an angry x-wife with rabies. I just can’t stop replaying it all in my head. It makes getting back to things after a weekend away just that much harder. I have no idea what to do with myself, so naturally I plan a bonfire party.  

Wild Cows

Have you ever seen a wild cow? This weekend I visited my grandparent’s farm in the extremely small town of Platte, South Dakota. They raise cattle. On Saturday, I followed my 82 year old grandpa around the cattle yards. He drove his four-wheeler and I drove the mule (the motorized vehicle, not the animal). The cows were used to him driving up close to their pens, but they were wary of me. They instinctively sensed my unpredictability. I am so unpredictable that I went around a second time alone singing to the cows. I don’t think they favored “Tonight, We Are Young;” although, it could have been my voice or my bright blue sweater that was scaring them. 

Were cows so anxious when they were wild? Apparently, farms nearby to my grandparent’s farm, are brining in mules (this time I’m referring to the animal) to protect the cows and lamas to protect the sheep. Now I’m wondering about wild sheep? What are wild sheep like? I digress….

Now back to the wild cows. Cattle type cows need to be protected, milk cows need to be protected…. I don’t know any other kinds of cows. My specificity isn’t important. The point is, why are there no wild cows roaming the plains like buffalo and wild horses and wild boars. I think we need to preserve the wild cow. We’re already preserving the mountain lion, like the one that howls outside my grandparent’s house every so often. I’m not saying that we should have less cattle farming, I love meat! I just want to see a natural wild cow roaming free and being its crazy wild self. Like when you go to Roosevelt national park and are stopped in your cars whilst buffalo roam all around you just to roll in the dirt on the other side of the road.

Does the "Heavenly Accountant" wear dress shirts?

It’s 68 degrees Fahrenheit in my room tonight. Nine degrees warmer than its usual chilly temps. The reason for this “heat wave” is that I’ve been ironing my father’s dress shirts. He is an accountant, and as everyone knows, accountants must wear dress shirts. Except for Wednesdays, Fridays, and any other day that he feels like breaking this “societal rule.” Benjamin Franklin once said, “The only things certain in life are death and taxes.” So why not liven things up with a polo shirt!

Tax professionals will tell you to invest your money wisely and save your money for the future. These are great tips for money, but it’s not going to matter once we’re dead. If you can’t take it with you when you go, what will matter?

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21

Jesus said to invest in heavenly treasures. (Matt 25:31-40) Invest in learning about God, helping the poor and needy, sharing the gospel of Jesus with everyone.

I get caught up in having things, finding the perfect job, having fun, and concentrating on the shallow, fleeting happiness of things that could never make me whole. I wonder why I let myself get so distracted from what matters when life is so short. Because I will never forget that Jesus died so we could have eternal life, a life where death and taxes don’t exist. My heart has been transformed by that truth. I put my faith in Christ as my savior from sin and death. Because of that transformation I want to do what is right and good in God’s sight. So I will take advice from my “heavenly accountant” (Jesus), and invest in lasting, heavenly treasures.

Christian Death Metal: Oxymoron

I have always thought of myself as being open to many different types of music, but there are now two types that I know I don’t enjoy: Death Metal and African Drum music. Those African Drums are just a little creepy, especially after the theatrical production of Jumanji. Concerning Death Metal, the metal part could be enjoyable but the death part puts me off. When I speak of the “death” part, I am referring to the screaming. That must be the “death” part because they sound like they are dying, or that they are the monster that is going to kill some one.

I went to a concert a while back, which was related to me as one that was hosting a few “Christian” bands. I put it in quotations, because only God knows what in the world they were screaming. I should have realized, when I was looking up the venue, what type of music would be played at this hole in the wall place; yet, I blindly followed my friend. She needed some one there with her. I know I wouldn’t want to be in that place alone. I don’t know if the genre was really “Christian Death Metal,” but the screaming and “devil voice” parts seemed to resemble the screaming and “devil voice” parts of regular Death Metal. Call it what you may, “Christian Death Metal” is an oxymoron.

There wasn’t a very large crowd there. It’s no wonder. The greasy long hair, the red lighting, the screaming, the spitting, the awkward couple of people “dancing” like they are mentally retarded zombies… It’s not a pretty picture; and yet, I wonder how the lead “vocalists” can keep up the angry looks on their faces.

Death Metal musicians are simply very sad little boys that are just too emotional to cry, so they scream like banshees. So in a way, “Death Metal” suits them since a banshee is a spirit whose wailing warns of an impending death. But if they claim to be Christian, they must be holding just a little too much onto the death to sin part, and forgetting to focus on the alive in Christ part. If they kept the metal and just changed the vocals to joyful sounds, they wouldn’t have to be an oxymoron anymore, they could be called Christian Alive Metal. That’s a corny way to think of it, but they don’t really need to change. Their message was clear when they stopped the screaming for a moment to give their mission statement. They wanted to encourage people and let them know that Jesus loves them. As long as they are encouraging depressed youth with banshee screaming it could be good. God can even use this to draw people to him. It just wasn’t helping me because I couldn’t tell what they were saying the rest of the time, while they were screaming their lyrics.  

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SHOES

In my search of shoes to inspire my graphic design project at school I came across some interesting shoes. This one made me laugh. I wish I had a pair of these just so I could try this.

"Tube Shoes of 2005 incorporate several of Mr Moorer’s recurring themes: play, performance, and the opportunity to turn every day into an adventure. Tube shoes are designed to work as both conventional footwear and as a way of hanging from the overhead hand rail of the London subway trains (the London subway is called “The Tube”)…"

Eelko Moorer tube shoes

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