I ran lights for Public Radio the other night at the Visulite Theater in Charlotte. One of the opening bands was Colour Academy, and since I had nothing to do, I clamped a remote flash to a light bar and tried my hand at a few 'one light' live shots.
This is shot 4 of 4 in this 'series'.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Colour Academy 3 of 4
I ran lights for Public Radio the other night at the Visulite Theater in Charlotte. One of the opening bands was Colour Academy, and since I had nothing to do, I clamped a remote flash to a light bar and tried my hand at a few 'one light' live shots.
This is shot 3 of 4 in this 'series'.
This is shot 3 of 4 in this 'series'.
Colour Academy 2 of 4
I ran lights for Public Radio the other night at the Visulite Theater in Charlotte. One of the opening bands was Colour Academy, and since I had nothing to do, I clamped a remote flash to a light bar and tried my hand at a few 'one light' live shots.
This is shot 2 of 4 in this 'series'.
This is shot 2 of 4 in this 'series'.
Colour Academy 1 of 4
I ran lights for Public Radio the other night at the Visulite Theater in Charlotte. One of the opening bands was Colour Academy, and since I had nothing to do, I clamped a remote flash to a light bar and tried my hand at a few 'one light' live shots.
This is shot 1 of 4 in this 'series'.
This is shot 1 of 4 in this 'series'.
Mothers' Day - A Grammar Tribute
Does the day belong to Mother? Does the day belong to more than one Mother? Or is the day a tribute to Mothers? The way I celebrate it, is plural-possessive.
I just would like to preface this by saying that I've never fully grasped the rules and exceptions to the rules pertaining to possessive and plural nouns, and I stand firm on my belief that if someone were to ever completely understand them, the time-space continuum would shatter. This is a tribute the grammar rules my mother still tries to teach me.
When I was young, and talking about the day belonging to my mother, then I would use Mother's Day. It was her singular, possessive day. Hers. Her own, Her precious.
Now, being a husband and father, the day has taken a new personal meaning and I feel compelled to use Mothers' Day as it now belongs to my mother, and my wife who is a mother.
One could argue that the day doesn't belong to anyone, and it is merely a day to remember, honor, and celebrate mothers around the world, hence, the use of Mothers Day like Christmas Day and Valentines Day. I feel like this method is a cop-out, for I am a strong believer that everyone had a mother at one point in their life. It seems natural to me that the day should hold some personal meaning to someone, and thus, be possessive in some form.
Let's talk about Saint Patrick's Day. That day, according to the apostrophe syntax, belongs to Saint Patrick. If the day belonged to his family, then it would be written as Patricks' Day because it was possessed by more than one Patrick. If we used the same rule, then a day belonging to more than one mother would be plural-possessive: Mothers' Day.
See mom, I was paying attention. And if I got this all wrong, then... well, I learned it on the internet.
I just would like to preface this by saying that I've never fully grasped the rules and exceptions to the rules pertaining to possessive and plural nouns, and I stand firm on my belief that if someone were to ever completely understand them, the time-space continuum would shatter. This is a tribute the grammar rules my mother still tries to teach me.
When I was young, and talking about the day belonging to my mother, then I would use Mother's Day. It was her singular, possessive day. Hers. Her own, Her precious.
Now, being a husband and father, the day has taken a new personal meaning and I feel compelled to use Mothers' Day as it now belongs to my mother, and my wife who is a mother.
One could argue that the day doesn't belong to anyone, and it is merely a day to remember, honor, and celebrate mothers around the world, hence, the use of Mothers Day like Christmas Day and Valentines Day. I feel like this method is a cop-out, for I am a strong believer that everyone had a mother at one point in their life. It seems natural to me that the day should hold some personal meaning to someone, and thus, be possessive in some form.
Let's talk about Saint Patrick's Day. That day, according to the apostrophe syntax, belongs to Saint Patrick. If the day belonged to his family, then it would be written as Patricks' Day because it was possessed by more than one Patrick. If we used the same rule, then a day belonging to more than one mother would be plural-possessive: Mothers' Day.
See mom, I was paying attention. And if I got this all wrong, then... well, I learned it on the internet.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Why Are You Moving?
This is a photo of Bound4LIFE director, and prayer intercessor, Matt Lockett in JHOP DC, and it has a lot to do with why we're moving.
Why are we moving? The biggest reason is that our house is an un-inspired, poorly-constructed, suburban nightmare, and I'm not even talking about the people inside. However, the people inside are making the living environment unstable, and thusly, unsafe, so I am making the decision to remove my family from that situation, for their protection and sanity.
But we're not stopping there. No, we're not only moving out of our house, we're making plans to move out of the state.
Merely weeks after finally wrapping up the last bit of paperwork tying us to Virginia, we have decided to move to... Virginia. Or rather, the Virginia side of the Washington DC metro area.
Why are we moving to DC? Well, logically it makes sense if we want to be closer to family and friends from years past and to get out of suburbia, but our reasons are based on more than merely logic.
A little over two years ago, Heather and I traveled from our home-town of Chesapeake, Virginia to Fort Mill, South Carolina to give Heather's younger sisters a ride back to their internship with TheCause. Katie and Melody Crane, my beautiful sisters-in-law, were in the middle of a prayer intercession internship with Chuck Mervin and Lou Engle. After their Thanksgiving break, we brought the Crane sisters back to the base in Fort Mill, and within moments both Heather and I decided, separately, that we wanted to move there. We didn't fall in love with the location, the ease of life there, or even the cheap gas prices, and we certainly didn't fall in love with the weather, we fell in love with the people that made up the movement. That movement was made up of a band of ruffians who wanted little else but to see America revived, and they were willing to pour everything they had into that cause through fasting, prayer, worship, and activism. We fell in love with the Justice House of Prayer.
After living here for over two years, helping to mobilize 70,000 people in a stadium, traveling across the country driving a box-truck, and changing addresses 3 times, we may have missed the train. Or at least we didn't catch the same one everyone else left on. The movement is alive and well, it's just moved to different places in the country. San Francisco, Boston, San Diego, New York City, and DC, are the cities which harbor this motley crew of prayer warriors now.
We got comfortable here in Fort Mill, and maybe a little lazy. I found a job at MorningStar doing what I love to do, and we had a baby. Cool story Hansel, all good stuff, but we started feeling more and more dissatisfied with our situation, and the lack of healthy community that rallied around a central cause that we had grown to love so much.
Now, with the fresh mergence of Bound4LIFE and JHOP in Washington DC, we have once again, like the Millennium Falcon to the Death Star, become drawn to that which we wish to live and die for. Justice in America.
Oh, and that Star Wars reference? It reminds me of another little blog I contribute to: http://fanmade.org
Why are we moving? The biggest reason is that our house is an un-inspired, poorly-constructed, suburban nightmare, and I'm not even talking about the people inside. However, the people inside are making the living environment unstable, and thusly, unsafe, so I am making the decision to remove my family from that situation, for their protection and sanity.
But we're not stopping there. No, we're not only moving out of our house, we're making plans to move out of the state.
Merely weeks after finally wrapping up the last bit of paperwork tying us to Virginia, we have decided to move to... Virginia. Or rather, the Virginia side of the Washington DC metro area.
Why are we moving to DC? Well, logically it makes sense if we want to be closer to family and friends from years past and to get out of suburbia, but our reasons are based on more than merely logic.
A little over two years ago, Heather and I traveled from our home-town of Chesapeake, Virginia to Fort Mill, South Carolina to give Heather's younger sisters a ride back to their internship with TheCause. Katie and Melody Crane, my beautiful sisters-in-law, were in the middle of a prayer intercession internship with Chuck Mervin and Lou Engle. After their Thanksgiving break, we brought the Crane sisters back to the base in Fort Mill, and within moments both Heather and I decided, separately, that we wanted to move there. We didn't fall in love with the location, the ease of life there, or even the cheap gas prices, and we certainly didn't fall in love with the weather, we fell in love with the people that made up the movement. That movement was made up of a band of ruffians who wanted little else but to see America revived, and they were willing to pour everything they had into that cause through fasting, prayer, worship, and activism. We fell in love with the Justice House of Prayer.
After living here for over two years, helping to mobilize 70,000 people in a stadium, traveling across the country driving a box-truck, and changing addresses 3 times, we may have missed the train. Or at least we didn't catch the same one everyone else left on. The movement is alive and well, it's just moved to different places in the country. San Francisco, Boston, San Diego, New York City, and DC, are the cities which harbor this motley crew of prayer warriors now.
We got comfortable here in Fort Mill, and maybe a little lazy. I found a job at MorningStar doing what I love to do, and we had a baby. Cool story Hansel, all good stuff, but we started feeling more and more dissatisfied with our situation, and the lack of healthy community that rallied around a central cause that we had grown to love so much.
Now, with the fresh mergence of Bound4LIFE and JHOP in Washington DC, we have once again, like the Millennium Falcon to the Death Star, become drawn to that which we wish to live and die for. Justice in America.
Oh, and that Star Wars reference? It reminds me of another little blog I contribute to: http://fanmade.org
Friday, May 1, 2009
Details
This is a photo of a friend of mine. I love the detail of the beardliness.
I think I want to start a personal series called "Extreme Close-Ups Of Guys Wearing Big Sunglasses."
And I want to submit 'beardliness' for consideration to the Oxford English Dictionary. With this photo as the description.
I think I want to start a personal series called "Extreme Close-Ups Of Guys Wearing Big Sunglasses."
And I want to submit 'beardliness' for consideration to the Oxford English Dictionary. With this photo as the description.
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