Every so often, life slows us down and poses a very important question:
Where were you when the iPod was introduced?
To think, there was a day when mankind was forced to lay a needle on a large, circular vinyl sheet in order to hear music. It’s archaic. All this talk of 8-tracks and cassette tapes brings one back to the Stone Ages.
I made a few mixtapes in my day, but I was more of a CD baby. My earliest memories of compact disks take me back to Boys II Men, Skeelo, Mariah Carey, and Carmen (Who’s in the House?). I took my Discman everywhere. It really only skipped when you coughed or walked too fast, or moved around. I guess it skipped a lot, but I loved that thing.
iPods changed all that. CD’s still exist, for now, but the turnover rate for technology today is unbelievable. The moment something is introduced to the market there is already something better waiting to release. And companies keep churning it out because they know something:
We want more.
I remember the day I got my first iPod, the nano. It was the best thing ever. As I type this, my nano sits at the bottom of my car’s center console, hiding under old CD’s and things I have yet to throw away. Why? I have an iPhone now. My music plays through that; nano has been replaced. But my iPhone 4 shouldn’t get too comfy because I’m already waiting for the 5 to hit store shelves.
A few months ago, my friend posted a clip on Facebook from the movie Wall Street 2: Money Never Sleeps that, in my opinion, summarizes the state of our society. Read More…
I recently came across this video from artist/photographer Jeremy Cowart, shot during the creation of his piece, Deep Dark Blackness.
It’s a messy, fantastic portrayal of the darkness of sin and the “beauty of radical grace.” From an artistic standpoint it is remarkable.
The piece is thought-provoking by itself (You can purchase a print here), but you can’t fully appreciate it until you watch the creation process in this time-lapse clip.
To me, this is what [theo]culture is all about.
Check it out! I’d love to know what you think in the comments section below.
For more of his work, head to jeremycowart.com.
I had to make a trip to Home Depot yesterday. Every time I walk in that place, insecurity greets me at the entrance.
“Welcome. You’re about to get in way over your head!”
I swear the cheesy overhead music scratches to a halt and everybody shoots their eyes in my direction, rolls them in unison, and then goes back to business.
I’m still waiting on the app that helps you navigate your way through the store. It’s probably just me, but I think they hide items down unrelated aisles in order to separate the naive homeowners from the professional contractors. And ask for help? Not a chance. Guys are supposed to know this stuff.
It’s not that I’m a total waste in regards to home improvement. I know my way around a table saw. I’m no stranger to the drill, or the tape measure, despite my math allergy. I’m just not the eat sawdust for breakfast, I’ll be in the garage, hand me that wrench kind of guy.
As a kid, while my brother was in the shed learning how to sharpen lawn mower blades, I was in my room reading comics or getting lost in a movie. I was the kid standing in front of a karaoke machine, practicing to be the sixth member of *NSYNC. Don’t judge me.
I had no interest in learning about construction or auto repair; I spent most days in my imagination.
Looking back, I wish I’d taken the time to learn some of those things. As a new homeowner, I’m quickly realizing the value of fixing stuff yourself, and though I have learned a lot in my adult years, I know it will never come naturally to me. I’m wired differently.
But that doesn’t always sit well with society. Read More…
When your friend posts a tweet with the caption, “A perfectly horrifying example of how not to restore a painting of Jesus,” you click the link.
That’s what I did anyways, and it took me to this story about an 80-year-old woman in Spain who, without being asked, or granted permission for that matter, set out to restore an aging painting of the Son of God that hung in her neighborhood church, a noble task.
But as our great American poet, Madonna once said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” The result, as seen above, is less than spectacular.
She made Jesus look like the monkey from this Disney movie I saw when I was a kid…
I love old people. They are dripping with experience, and stories. There is nothing like a story that begins with the phrase, “When I was your age…”
Their hills were steeper. Their miles were longer, and fast food for them was a chicken running around the back yard that had to be caught, killed, and plucked of feathers. You know, the good old days.
Things were simpler then. I know this to be true because every time I make a trip down south I feel like I traveled there in a Delorean.
And I love the good old days, which, for me, are the 80’s—hair band awesomeness. The music was amazing. Michael J. Fox was a teenage werewolf.
But when we talk about the past, generational differences always come up. There are variations, but it usually involves the way people were “back then,” and the way they are now. Take this quote for instance:
The world is passing through troublous times. The young people of today think of nothing but themselves. They have no reverence for parents or old age. They are impatient of all restraint. They talk as if they knew everything, and what passes for wisdom with us is foolishness with them. As for the girls, they are forward, immodest and unladylike in speech, behavior and dress.
These are heavy words regarding society’s youth. I’m sure you have heard something similar before.
What I find interesting, what prompted me to write this, is when these particular words were spoken.