Monthly Archive for November, 2003

Brrrr

Ohh the weather is cold outside! How cool (no pun intended. really.) This morning I got up, put on a sweater and left the house for martial arts class. Unfortunately the dojo was closed. Stupid me, I forgot to look at the class calendar. I need to get back in the groove of this working out thing again. These past 2 weeks I’ve been eating like a slob and neglecting to do the excercise because of classes. But hey! I still fit in my old pants!

Now I have the opportunity to pull out the sweaters and jackets that sit in my closet throughout the year. Cool beans. Bad thing is that it only stays cool for the first half of the day and then the sun starts to get empirical in the afternoon.

I’ve noticed a few things this week, a lot of people are getting sick and a lot of couples are breaking up. What do we make of this? Is there some sort of direct connection between cold weather and… colds? Are relationships immune to distance during the holidays? One can only assume. I have the pleasure of being single and healthy this winter. There was a time when I was obsessively concerned with having a girlfriend, keeping her happy, impressing her family, managing good grades, spending as little time with my own family, going out, and spending money. And all of this was in middle school!

It didn’t take very long to realize a lot of my ‘worries’ were silly. It’s difficult to balance those things and keep a focus on having the mind of Christ, especially when your an adolescant with hormones going crazy all the time. I’ve learned to appreciate my time as a single guy with a loving family and church. My time alone is not alone at all, but time spent with a God who sacrificed the only Person worthy of living, just so I could be free of the sin I harbored in my life.

Yes, “Thanksgiving Day” is over. November 27th, 2003 is long gone and but a memory to me. A week from now I won’t remember much of the details of that day, and won’t bother to try and remember. My thanksgiving comes daily. I live in a free country, with plenty of food, great friends, an awesome family, central air-conditioning, the coolest dog, and so many other blessings that would take me years to finish listing. Funny things is that I don’t deserve any of it. Nobody does. I have spit in God’s face so many times, turned my back on Him, denounced his name and sacrifice. I have doubted, mocked, scoffed at his Word and those who claim to be followers of it. Yet He has forgiven me, all because I asked it of him. If that’s not worth being thankful for, nothing is.

Free… for a moment!

WARP class is officially over for me. What a relief. Now all there is left to do is wait… Wait for my second semester classes to get approved. Looks like all the good classes are taken: communication design, intro to photo, painting… I hear figure drawing is open though. That should be fun. It’s times like these that I remember the joy of being an artist. Things are good again. Homework is down to a minimum, I have to time focus on martial arts, movies, books, family, games, and everything else fun.

Speaking of movies, I saw Lon (The Professional) yesterday for the first time and I enjoyed it very much. Can’t believe it took me nine years to finally see the blasted thing. Next on my list of movies to see: Band of Brothers disc 4, and Hitchcock’s Rear Window. Ah the blessings of film.

Turkey Day is tomorrow. Don’t exactly know what the fam is doing but I know it will involve lots of loud spanish music, plenty of Cola, and drunk uncles arguing over policies in Colombia or whatever is in the spanish newspapers this week. Deja vu every year. Don’t mind the pumpkin pie though. Sweeeeet.

A much needed break

Due to the forecast of rioting this past week, school was closed on Thursday and Friday. That’s right folks, a four-day weekend. But wait, that’s not all! Seeing how Thanksgiving is this Thursday we have yet another four-day weekend! Oh man, what great timing. I enjoyed this week more than any other this semester. I slept plenty, ate modestly, and smiled much. The weather has been getting a bit cold lately which only adds to the comfort of waking up late and napping constantly.

Well it’s official. Yesterday concluded the final Five Iron Frenzy tour. I’m still bummed out that I missed the show when it came to south florida. I heard it was super fun and super emotional. I’ve only come to know FiF in the past year and it’s been a pleasure to hear a band of their stature. Music, (ska or other) has a new standard because of them, both lyrically and audibly. It’s too bad I didn’t see them live. Oh well, perhaps I’ll catch Brave Saint Saturn (Reese Roper’s other band) when they begin to tour. Until then, I’ll continue listening to the legend that is Five Iron Frenzy.

Now I have to go finish some homework.

A crafty fly

I’ve been online for a few minutes. In those few minutes, I have had to swat my arm numerous times, and now when I look at my arm I find little red craters and hills. There is a fly in my room and he’s attacking. I fear he was trained in a covert military program, the ones where you’re supposed to deny you went to. Area 51 for insects. He’s good. He hides in the shadows, beneath the keyboard holder and knows just when to strike my right arm. He must have a feel for the moments I’m most distracted online. Must be the rate at which my eye moves left and right. He’s watching me type this right now. Fortunately he cannot read English. OR CAN HE?!

Shouldn’t be online

Apparently my final for WARP class is due tomorrow. I didn’t find this out until yesterday. If you look at the situation, it stinks. What’s strange is that most of the other kids in class don’t have to turn theirs in until Monday, which is the day I originally signed up for. Anyone else smell injustice? Sighhh..

Signed up for my second semester classes. I’m going to take advantage of the virtual college option, taking my academic classes online. Not much to add to that except that it looks like my schedule will open up much more with this new schedule. It’s Grrrreat!

Time to get back to my WARP Book.

2 years from now

Been thinking about what to do 2 years from now. I know I shouldn’t stress, I’m just keeping my options open. Things are going very well down here for now, though I’m starting to lose my motivation for the arts. This feeling kicked in recently, and it was a feeling I didn’t accept wholeheartedly. I love drawing, love painting, love to design. There are so many skills I want to learn.

Before I graduated, my art teacher warned me about staying down here in Miami to study art. He said I would get distracted by friends and family, things I’ve been doing for a long time. “If you really want to expand on your passion for art,” he said, “you gotta go on your own, find your own studio and lock yourself in there for hours, painting your heart out.” I have tried to find ways around this. I’ve gotten involved with martial arts, with a job, with my car, with a youth group, with stand-up comedy, and I’ve been with my church for the longest. I don’t regret any of these decisions, though I have been contemplating what to do for the rest of my education.

I’ve recently realized two things. One, I don’t have to rush things. A part of me wants to conquer all the potential talents I have now and right now. When I evaluate the past weeks, it seems that this is the reason for my reluctance to grow as an artist. School is weighing down on me like a tractor in a pool (Simpsons reference). The art teachers challenge us with different philosophies. This is artistic, that is not, look beyond it, look closer, see the space, there is no space. At the end of the day, I am hesitant to pick up a pencil, let alone create a color wheel for my 2D class. The challenge I was hoping to find in an art school has not adequetly met the need I strived for. It’s simply one contradiction after another.

Two, this is not what art should be. This weekend I spent hours adoring the artwork and illustrations of other artists online. It’s amazing how far people can go with their talent and skill. One artist says the best decision he made was returning to school, in order to pursue art and learn from students around him, getting feedback from those better than him. He admitted he started out with a big ego, thinking art school wasn’t for him until he decided he would make an investment in growing as an artist. He paid a hefty amount for this education, but in the end he believes it was the best decision. In the end money comes and goes, but how many people can say they get paid to do what they love?

I needed to hear those words. I want to continue being an artist. I’m just not sure if New World is the place for me to study. I’m going to take a second semester here and at the end of it I’ll decide whether or not to stay. I’m going to make the best use of my time down here, continuing the martial arts, comedy, church, philosophy discussions, time with my family and friends, job, and car. When those few months are over, I will hopefully be prepared for what ever the Lord places before me. I’m praying it will challenge me.

Philosophy Circle

On Wednesday I attended the first meeting of the philosophy circle. My own prejudice had me assume that the only people concerned with such a club would be middle-aged men and myself, an 18-year old Christian with plenty of tendencies to see things through philosophical eyes. As I entered the room I was surprised to find many college students prepared to give some input on their beliefs. The words were dripping out of their mouths, “capitalistic, Kabala, logic, experience…”. One man admitted he was there because he loved to argue for the sake of arguing, hoping that in the process of questioning every person they too would re-evaluate their beliefs and hopefully have a more critical enthusiasm in their search for Truth. A modern Socrates, dressed in a black t-shirt and fubu jeans.

However, it was a bit disorganized. People already began starting to argue when their was no reason to. A paper was passed around, giving the defenitions to some words such as Axiology, Methodology, Metaphysics and so on. It also explained the method for presenting valid reasoning. One guy jumped on that and the whole room was starting to get anxious. Especially the women, they were all over their place, especially that one hispanic lawyer lady. She was pretty annoying.

This is going to be fun.