I'm leaving.
Not forever, but at least for a while.
I was reading 1 Timothy on Saturday and was struck by the comment that some of the people in Timothys church had 'shipwrecked their faith'. They had moved forward on paths of untruth and ended up on the rocks. Its a powerful image.
Next time I blog I'll have it all together.
I promise.
craig
Friday, November 11, 2005
A note to the anonymous.
Recently I have had some comments from 'anonymous'. They have been really good comments, insightful and somewhat challenging in the way they highlight the irony of blogs, especially my own.
Most recently you wrote this question - "are your comments mostly from people you know? do you prefer that?"
In response, yes! Most comments are from people I know and 95% of the people I know I have actually met in person, the others I have only met through the blog world. Do I prefer comments from people I know? No! I love hearing from anyone and I guess the beauty of a blog is that you can get comments from Sydney or Singapore, Castle Hill or Cape Town. It's that global vibe that is quite exciting.
If I know you and you comment - awsome.
If I don't know you and you comment - its cool someone new has found the site and awsome that they left a comment.
I hope this answers your question.
Can I put a global recommendation out there.
Please sign off somehow in the comments. Anonymous is just too darn....anonymous.
Although I think i know who you are.
craig
ps. whilst I wrote this post, a bee got caught in a spiders web just next to me on the office window sill. As I typed this big (not a huntsman) spider came out, bit the bee, waited for it to stop wriggling, wrapped it and is currently dragging it across its web back to its hidey hole.
.......just amazing.
Recently I have had some comments from 'anonymous'. They have been really good comments, insightful and somewhat challenging in the way they highlight the irony of blogs, especially my own.
Most recently you wrote this question - "are your comments mostly from people you know? do you prefer that?"
In response, yes! Most comments are from people I know and 95% of the people I know I have actually met in person, the others I have only met through the blog world. Do I prefer comments from people I know? No! I love hearing from anyone and I guess the beauty of a blog is that you can get comments from Sydney or Singapore, Castle Hill or Cape Town. It's that global vibe that is quite exciting.
If I know you and you comment - awsome.
If I don't know you and you comment - its cool someone new has found the site and awsome that they left a comment.
I hope this answers your question.
Can I put a global recommendation out there.
Please sign off somehow in the comments. Anonymous is just too darn....anonymous.
Although I think i know who you are.
craig
ps. whilst I wrote this post, a bee got caught in a spiders web just next to me on the office window sill. As I typed this big (not a huntsman) spider came out, bit the bee, waited for it to stop wriggling, wrapped it and is currently dragging it across its web back to its hidey hole.
.......just amazing.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Saturday at 100%, 100 miles per hour, sunrise to sunset, coast to coast, and all that stuff.
Stage 1
I have never felt so tired as I did Saturday morning. Alarm firing off at 4:40am, deadline down at Bondi beach at 5:30am and a general all over body feel that placed me in the hallowed halls of the dead. There was in fact a pang of fear as I tried to compute whether or not my body could actually commandeer a vehicle and succussfully navigate down to the beaches.
But new kingdoms are only forged by those who leave their tribes.
The morning was not ideal, a little rain and unfortunatley only a little (tiny, winy, dull, greyish) light which made getting good pics tough stuff. But we forged on - Tim, Chels and me. The security guard saw us with camera's in hand, wandered up and said
"you guys should have been here yesterday!" - classic. He then proceeded to show us a whole bunch of sunrise photos he'd taken Friday morning at the same time.
beaten by a two-bit security guard and a camera phone.
We needed consoling and found it down the road in a big breafast, a few coffees and almost a beer (heck, we'd been up for 5 hours! - what would you do in a sittuation like that.)
Stage 2
There is some sort of amazing, unexpressable, mystical power to song. We met in a small church hall, 35 of us - em and camel included and for 3 hours we......sang! And in that little hall barriers were dropped, shells were broken and harmonies were split in 4 with adlib solo's dusted over the top. African tunes, aussie tunes, even twinkle, twinkle little star for goodness sakes - but it sounded insane.
There was such a strange sense of community and healing that flowed from the sound.
Stage 3
On the high of song I drove back to Mike's for a kick arse dinner party. The dinner was top notch, the people were beautiful and the conversation was real.
But considering I had been up since 4:40am, 10pm was my cut off time. I had to go, or collapse on the floor, either option seemed good, but I decided that no one likes guests who pass out and over stay their welcome.
Stage 1
I have never felt so tired as I did Saturday morning. Alarm firing off at 4:40am, deadline down at Bondi beach at 5:30am and a general all over body feel that placed me in the hallowed halls of the dead. There was in fact a pang of fear as I tried to compute whether or not my body could actually commandeer a vehicle and succussfully navigate down to the beaches.
But new kingdoms are only forged by those who leave their tribes.
The morning was not ideal, a little rain and unfortunatley only a little (tiny, winy, dull, greyish) light which made getting good pics tough stuff. But we forged on - Tim, Chels and me. The security guard saw us with camera's in hand, wandered up and said
"you guys should have been here yesterday!" - classic. He then proceeded to show us a whole bunch of sunrise photos he'd taken Friday morning at the same time.
beaten by a two-bit security guard and a camera phone.
We needed consoling and found it down the road in a big breafast, a few coffees and almost a beer (heck, we'd been up for 5 hours! - what would you do in a sittuation like that.)
Stage 2
There is some sort of amazing, unexpressable, mystical power to song. We met in a small church hall, 35 of us - em and camel included and for 3 hours we......sang! And in that little hall barriers were dropped, shells were broken and harmonies were split in 4 with adlib solo's dusted over the top. African tunes, aussie tunes, even twinkle, twinkle little star for goodness sakes - but it sounded insane.
There was such a strange sense of community and healing that flowed from the sound.
Stage 3
On the high of song I drove back to Mike's for a kick arse dinner party. The dinner was top notch, the people were beautiful and the conversation was real.
But considering I had been up since 4:40am, 10pm was my cut off time. I had to go, or collapse on the floor, either option seemed good, but I decided that no one likes guests who pass out and over stay their welcome.
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