Kingdom fandom

Talking about last night's United concert, Fergs made the observation that teenagers naturally express fandom (which is an extension of their expression of identity), and if all they're exposed to are worship bands, they're going to express that fandom onto them.

I suppose some might say that it's better to adulate something Christian then not. But I'm not sure if I can be comfortable with the idea of translating expressions of adulation normally seen in the secular sphere to Christian artists and bands. You see, if worship bands are there to facilitate worship, then it's just contextually wrong to respond to worship music with fandom.

Oh well, about the concert last night. I think that the band and singers did a good job in negotiating the tricky balance of setting the atmosphere and staying out of the spotlight, and they let the crowd respond to it as they chose. So for me, somewhere in between the swarming, screaming, teeny-booper kids and long-suffering parents, I found my place and reason to be there.

Flickering

Your job should fit you, not you fit your job. Don't be afraid to fight for that.

If you don't know what you want to do, it's okay to take a year to walk slowly. It allows you to look around and within. Rushing too much means you miss seeing messages from your surroundings and from within yourself. You need those signs, and it's hard to hear these things when you're moving quickly.

I said these words last night to someone else and they seemed certain and true. In the harsh light of the day though, they seem to me like brave candles waiting to be puffed out by a cold wind.

My thoughts exactly

Today, I came across a wedding blog with the tagline "Planning a modern wedding in a world of pink flowers and poofy dresses."

I like that sentiment very much. I've heard it said before that after attending a few weddings, they start to all look the same and I'm beginning to agree. So. A vague idea I have floating in my head is to aim for a flowerless wedding.

Good start, yes?

Chocolate Brocade paper

So I self-loath quite a bit.

I find fault with stuff I make and there's no convincing otherwise that it is anything other than sub par. Just the other day I wrote a card out and hated my handwriting and the sentence construction so much, it never got sent.

It's rather paralysing, to put it mildly.


But yesterday night, I wrapped a gift and made a card and felt happy with the results. (Crooked edges, ignored!) I don't think I made any cards last year, but a very stimulating Tuesday evening in Papier and Ikea kick started the urge to create.

It's satisfying to feel like I've done something right. Here's to more of this satisfaction soon.

Birthday highlight

Bending over a paper napkin in Paddington's, intently sketching.

Observations from a week of RSD work

Three Macs have died while working on RSD, including the brand new one Jack picked up yesterday and then had to change (he didn't mention in his post, but the first one was brain dead when it came out of the box).

What does this mean? Either Mac is slipping or someone doesn't want this project to be finished.

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Macs can draw pictures very well but they can't do math for nuts. All estimated task completion times seem random - they're that inaccurate.

I guess you can put it down to an artistic temperament. 

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It's ironic to have bad Cantonese and bad Mandarin, but good French in a Malaysian film. The Hindi sounds believable as far as I can tell. Which isn't very far.

No more

Downward spiral. I'm out of words.