i love m.i.l.k. photography.
you’ll know it, you usually see the cards and magnets in gift shops and the like. they capture people so well, something i always hope to do when i take pictures, mostly unsuccessfully. m.i.l.k. is an acronym for “moments of intimacy laughter and kinship”.
it’s grown into a global photographic competition and i just love looking through the galleries of “fresh m.i.l.k.” here are a few of my faves, but visit www.milkphotos.com for more loveliness.
a friend posted this mark driscoll article on facebook, and it’s so good i had to share it:
the world today is filled with boys who can shave.
historically, a guy would go through two life phases: boy, then man. the transition from boy to man was comprised of five sociological variables that happened almost simultaneously or in very close succession: leave your parents’ home (Gen. 2:24); finish your education or vocational training; start a career-track job, not a dead-end-joe one; meet a woman, love her, honor her, court her, and marry her; have children with her.
but here’s what’s happened. rather than moving from boy to man by this succession of sociological transitions, we’ve created something called adolescence. it’s a third life stage in the middle between boy and man. we don’t know what to call them so we just call them “guys.” these are boys who can shave.
today, adolescence starts somewhere in the teen years and continues indefinitely. there is no foreseeable end. the problem with adolescence is guys don’t know when they’re ever going to grow up and be men, and no pressure is exerted on them to do so.
is it when you’re 16 and you can drive? or 18, when you can vote and join the military? or 21, when you can drink? is it when you graduate from college after you’ve worked on your undergrad degree for seven or eight years? is it when you get married? is it when you have kids? is it when you buy a house? no one knows. so, we are left with indefinite adolescence and a peter pan syndrome epidemic where men want to remain boys forever.
click on this link to read the rest of the article http://blog.marshillchurch.org/2010/08/21/the-world-is-filled-with-boys-who-can-shave/
awesome…it makes me want a man who can shave who will pursue me like a walrus even more.
i was watching the documentary "arctic tale" and it was pretty amazing. not only the unbelievable cinematography (taken over a dedicated 10 years) and storytelling, but how strangely human the arctic animals are.
near the end of the film, selah (a walrus) has reached maturity and her tusks make her a pretty attractive female to the walrus males in the herd. in breeding season males apparently compete in hardcore vocal displays of guttural eerie sounding "songs". but she's fussy. so to win her affection one male walrus sings an underwater mating call for 50 hours. something in his tone attracts her and they "fall in love" and become mates.
wow. i can't imagine someone singing for me for 50 hours to win my heart. but i would like to be pursued with that kind of intensity :)
i just came home from spending time with a good friend. there's something about having known someone for so long that your history just uncomplicates your time together. the conversation is so fluid and the silences are not uncomfortable and there is a different kind of laughter that you share. til tears stream down your face and your belly hurts and you can't get enough air into your lungs.
you're hysterical.
you giggle.
you laugh at yourself.
embarrassing and awkward moments you never thought you'd get over.
secret movie star obsessions.
i love those times.
they fill my heart with so much joy.
that's all. good night x
oh my gosh. i love making lists. i list everything. shopping lists. packing lists. action lists. wish lists. gift lists. positive vs. negative outcomes lists. then there’s post-its. mini lists. and i try to condense content into a smaller cm2 space (i like the challenge but ultimately end up writing all the way up the sides and eventually over onto the back which kind of defeats the point).
so in common terms my compulsive list-making makes me ocd. pedantic. hyper-organised. or whatever. someone once laughed at my list. i mean i’m sure he thought it was funny/quirky/strange, but it actually kind of hurt. and i wonder what it is that makes us so attached to these idiosyncrasies inherent in us. i guess we don’t think it’s strange until someone points it out and then we feel totally abnormal. like we may as well have a big green broccoli stem sticking out of our left cheek.
but where would i be without my big green broccoli? it’s who i am. it makes me happy and feel like i’m in control and able to get all this stuff in my life done, and not forget anybody or anything. it doesn’t hurt anyone. but when my big green broccoli actually makes someone else feel bad, it’s not good. so if i try to control people and condense them into little purple 3M post-its...it’s a big problem. if i try bullet-point them into my life and action items for the day, it’s a big problem.
i doubt JESUS ever made a list. i doubt he had an orange post it on his carpenter’s bench reminding him to love people. to share with them. to pray with them. to remember important things about them that are important to them. and i believe GOD made me kind of quirky with my list-making, but he also wants to make me more like his SON. and to live and love more like him.
i love the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. if you haven't seen it, you should. if you plan to, then stop reading this now because i will spoil the ending...it tells the story of joel and clementine who fall in love on a train to new york, despite the fact that they are completely different they are inexplicably drawn to each other, it's like magnetism.
the crazy thing is that they are actually former lovers, who were together for two years. after the break up, clementine visited a company called "lacuna inc." to have every memory of joel erased from her mind, successfully. when joel learns of this he is totally devastated, and does the same. most of the film is told in joel's subconscious as each memory of clementine is consumed by a dark nothingness and he struggles to keep her alive in these memory-dreams.
the irony of the film is that even though you to try to erase someone from your mind, you can't erase them from your heart. and that destiny or fate or whatever will ultimately bring you back together. like you can't deny love. so in a way, it conquers even our weak attempts to fight it.
pretty cool eh?
a friend posted this mark driscoll article on facebook, and it’s so good i had to share it:
i was watching the documentary "arctic tale" and it was pretty amazing. not only the unbelievable cinematography (taken over a dedicated 10 years) and storytelling, but how strangely human the arctic animals are.
i just came home from spending time with a good friend. there's something about having known someone for so long that your history just uncomplicates your time together. the conversation is so fluid and the silences are not uncomfortable and there is a different kind of laughter that you share. til tears stream down your face and your belly hurts and you can't get enough air into your lungs.
i love the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. if you haven't seen it, you should. if you plan to, then stop reading this now because i will spoil the ending...it tells the story of joel and clementine who fall in love on a train to new york, despite the fact that they are completely different they are inexplicably drawn to each other, it's like magnetism.