Coolest T-shirt design ever!

Wow. It's been a while since I went running last. I am definitely out of shape. What happened this semester?

If anyone has noticed, I've been having some fun with the Gimp and HTML in the past week or so. This stuff is all new to me so the progress is slow. I started with my guitar and added some textured renderings. I got my background from this really cool guitar site. I think I might lose the ugly mug next. It just doesn't seem to fit. Don't I have more important things to be doing? Oh yeah, finals are next week.

Ya know, it's rough when someone you really respect falls hardcore. I mean, it is my own fault for putting them up on that pedistal in the first place. Why do I always do that? It is unfair, really. Only one is deserving enough for that. But none the less, it hurts.

So I went on this trip with my fine arts class to the Dallas Museum of Art on Tuesday. I was slowly making my way through the "American Painting & Sculpture" section when I happened to overhear this middle aged couple intently studying this very simple portrait of a young girl. In a very much drawn-out collegiate accent the man says to the woman, "You know...you know what really stands out to me in this painting...is...the eyes." The woman then lets out a very thoughtful and concurring "hmmm." I would have ROFL, however you must remember, this is a museum of fine art. That sort of thing just is not appropriate. Seriously though, These people fit my stereotype of art critics perfectly! What a pathetic existence it must be, to spend one's life in a vain attempt to find some higher truth or purpose in a mere inanimate expression of but a few (wo)men's handiwork. A picture may have told a thousand words, but just how many of them were truthful, intended by the author, or in some way useful? There exists good art, but there is also much that is but mere trivial novelty. This is my perspective. "I will not, I can not, I shall not recant...Here I stand!" LOL!

Here is a really nifty photo of the earth at night. Note the differences between North and South Korea. Perhaps this can give some insight into why North Korea is resorting to nuclear blackmail in hopes of assisting its own world standing.

Ignorance is Blix.

(Inspiration, while listening to yet another completely unproductive debate)

Show me a bitter and controversial dichotomy, and I will show you a spectrum.

Boo-Yah!

It's 4:30am. I am inspired. I also have a thermodynamics exam in a few hours. My professor calls it a "celebration of knowledge." I see it more as frantic, pressured, and constrained thought. Am I anxious? You bet! Am I on task right now? Apparently not.

Right now, I am preoccupied with thoughts about life, where exactly I am, and where I am headed. These are surely times of much confusion, sadness, and uncertainty. I wish this were just a season, but it has persisted for so very long. I really don't feel that I can describe what has been going through my head for the past year or so with mere words. I am pretty sure that any objective attempt I can make will just come out as a bunch of incoherent and abstract nonsense. I wish I had tact. I think the English language (all too often) is just insufficient to allow me to express the very essence of what I wish to communicate. Crap. Must I resort to art? Well, here goes nothing...
[/left brain hemisphere]

[right brain hemisphere]

A wilted sapling, now am I

Many seasons ago, was planted here

In fertile soil, free from rock, weed, and briar

With consistent watering, and ever abundant Sunlight

Growth begins

The roots grow deeper, and branches, higher

Healthy and strong, the first of fruit begins to appear

Then, one day, the landscape changes

Where rolling hills and forest once were

A dry and desolate wasteland now prevails

The barren soil withholds its nourishment

The Sun still shines brightly as ever

Yet the light now falls on dry leaves

Growth is stunted

Ever so slowly and subtly,

The tree begins to list

At length, it bends over

Regressing, downward

Towards the very ground it once sprang from

Where can water be found?

Where is Eph 4:11-16?

[/right brain hemisphere]

[left brain hemisphere]
Are all the metaphors here discernable to you? If not, please don't even try to speculate. Perhaps I am just calling out at the sea. Maybe someone out there is listening, and can identify with this. Either way, it is eating me up. Complacency appears to be imminent, and quite honestly, I... I am terrified.

From CNN.com;
The Iraqi Information Minister Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf also said that coalition forces were throwing booby traps in the form of pens and pencils into Iraqi villages and townships.
"The authority of the civil defense ... issued a warning to the civilian population not to pick up any of those pencils because they are booby traps," he said, adding that the British and American forces were "immoral mercenaries" and "war criminals" for such behavior. "I am not talking about the American people and the British people," he said. "I am talking about those mercenaries. ... They have started throwing those pencils, but they are not pencils, they are booby traps to kill the children."

My response: Wow...I'm speachless...The Iraqi propaganda department continues to amaze me.

In other news, my blog made both Yahoo and Google's top 5 in searches for whereisraed.
I have officially arrived in life. ;)