Here’s something interesting. I…

Observations

Here’s something interesting. I visited a website (to remain nameless) that offers movie reviews with a Christian world view in mind and from a parent’s perspective. The reviews do their job in that they shed some light on subject matter that interests me. If I was writing these reviews, I’d write them differently, but it’s not my web site is it? Anyway, we were going to talk about something interesting weren’t we…

Well, in these reviews, you’ll often find a comment on profanity. In one review, the author recapped a few uses of “d— and h—“. It occured to me that Christians often will strike out those words in print or say “the d word”, even though damn and Hell have very specific meanings to the Christian that are important to remember.

The point (in my humbly submitted opinion) is that by deprecating these words — instead of deprecating the misuse of them — we paint them simply as “bad words” rather than as words that have meanings and are good words when used properly. Then, we lose the real meaning of those words. We surrender more of our beautiful language. In the end, we execute a rote search for right and wrong that cannot detect real insidiousnesses.

I may illustrate it this way:

1. Regardless of context, if I say “execrated” or “confounded” you will not take notice. If I say “damned” you will be shocked and tell me to “clean it up”.

2. “Jackass” and “ass” are disagreeable insults in 2004, but “donkey” is not.

Words mean things. We should be aware of those meanings and use the right words. My advice to the movie review web site — spell out damn and Hell and perhaps explain why it’s wrong to use them flippantly.

Went to see The Incredibles…

Opuses

Went to see The Incredibles on Saturday. Go see it. Don’t take your children.

And this statement is worthy of repetition: Pixar have proven again that they can do no wrong. The Incredibles is yet another blow from the Pixar wrecking ball to the tired, grey monolith of story-telling mediocrities.

There’s this place where I…

Observations

There’s this place where I go to get a cup of coffee sometimes. It’s a coffee shop. Naturally, it’s named after the fashion of the day — “From the Ground Up”. Inside this coffee shop we find a superfluity of odd signage, aged magazine advertisements, and random jetsam.

The jetsam includes a couple of A-Team stickers on the cash register. Both stickers include BA Baracus but the second is the interesting one. In this photo, BA is wearing bibbed overalls and one of the straps has come unsnapped. However, the bib has not slouched over to the snapped side, on account of the gold mass around BA’s neck that extends down to his chest and holds the bib in place!

Voting: Whoah! I stood in…

Adventures

Voting: Whoah! I stood in line last night for 3 hours, 45 minutes. Some people in our town who waited until closing time probably waited 4 and 1/2 hours. Who calculated that 1 registration checker could process 4000 voters in 13 hours?

All in all, it wasn’t a bad time. The night was crisp and still and everyone was in good spirits. The folks in line behind me were voting as a family and they rung up Domino’s Pizza for supper. Furthermore, I’m encouraged that that many people were not going to allow a 4 hour wait to stop them voting.

Along with Yellow Card’s…

Observations

Along with Yellow Card’s Ocean Avenue I purchased Jimmy Eat World’s latest, Futures. I’ll write something more extensive about that later but I’m about to put Futures on my chicken skin (goose bump) music list. I bring it up because when I hear chicken skin music it always gives me an appetite to perform or write or record.

Speaking of which, I had the pleasure of playing bass guitar for Driven To One last Friday. Playing in a band is so satisfying and Drew and Caleb are so much fun to hang and work with. I really hope we can find a way to continue working together.

At first listen, I thought…

Opuses

At first listen, I thought Yellow Card were yet another punk-pop clone. However, I saw a performance on television that began to change my mind and CW said he was enjoying their Ocean Avenue disc so I purchased it from Shopko for $10.

Now that I’ve heard the disc, I wouldn’t say they’re a punk-pop clone. Perhaps they’re a second cousin or a step-child to that bothersome archetype. The band’s vocals are very much in the punk-pop lineage but a fiddle and some other, less definite touches of style make the disc enjoyable.

The lyrics want some variety though. Before long the breakup songs wax tiresome, climaxing with Miles Apart, wherein the writers freely clod us with “apart”, “heart”, “start” rhymes. Happily, the breakup songs are interrupted by more refreshing, more captivating, more compelling songs. For example, instead of the oh so predictable “you were a rotten father” gripe, we find in Life of a Salesman an affirmation of an admirable dad. We also find View From Heaven, a cowboy song about a close friend’s death, and Believe, a tribute to the fallen firefighters of September 11, 2001.

I think it’s worth $10