The Nomad Chronicles

A Change in Neighborhood

2010-08-05T19:45:00.004-05:00

Hey all,
After far too much time away from this lovely little blog, I've decided to shift the Nomad Chronicles to tumblr. I'll be doing more sharing of visual ideas and inspirations with occasional musings. I wanted to shift the emphasis from the written word to the visual arts as a way of refreshing the Nomad Chronicles idea and giving myself a second wind. Hope to see you all over at Nomad Chronicles 2.0.

Holy Moment

2009-11-27T21:27:00.005-05:00

Image by Oprisco

By Leslie Foster (Cross Posted from Re-Inventing the Adventist Wheel)

One of my favorite scenes in "Waking Life", Richard Linklater's groundbreaking 2001 film, involves two men speaking about film and the nature of God. Known as the "Holy Moment" scene, the two philosophize about whether film has the ability to capture, if only briefly, some of the essence of God and what, if anything, is truly holy. There are a few things they say with which I disagree, but much more is said that inspires and provokes me to think.

If there has been a single constant in the 19 months I have lived in Hollywood, it has been my own questioning and re-evaluating of what my purpose here is. I was certainly doing a lot of that questioning on one of my worst days on set. The day included an inane script in which an Oscar-winning actor spent most of his time making out with bikini-clad actresses and a job position that left me feeling fairly incompetent. Inveterate overthinker that I am, an experience like this does nothing but add to my mental chorus of concerns singing in happy cacophony. "Am I really supposed to be here? Maybe I've gotten this calling thing all wrong. I wonder if I'd be a decent tugboat captain...that might work out better than this." And yet, when I take the time to be still, I know my calling is striving to, even for a moment, capture that Holy Moment on film; to share, and retell the holy moments that I and others have encountered.

To quote from another portion of "Waking Life": Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each other's presence....Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it."

The Christian filmmaker's challenge, as I see it, is to tell stories that illustrate the little miracles of life. I know many filmmakers who dream of shooting a grand epic detailing the Great Controversy (among other things). My reply to this is that we need to tell parables, find the stories of 'the least of these,' and get excited about those moments in which we ourselves are flabbergasted to be in each other's and God's presence. Tell parables that go beyond the visual, stories that see beyond our own eyesight.

Practically, what does this mean? I think it means learning to be still and listen for God in the quiet moments before we race to grab a camera or jot down an idea. We speak of doing this and of the importance of daily worship and meditation, but it's so often forgotten in the rush. I'm constantly guilty of this. Beyond that, this means walking on to every film set willing to listen to and serve everyone, regardless of attitude. People notice that kind of service.

I have friends who are constantly recommended to other productions and whose crew are completely loyal to them because they embrace this idea. A storyteller dedicated to parables cannot forget the treatment of the crew and cast in the process. This is just as much a part of the story as what is being recorded. I have a feeling that without the moments of holiness that are possible on set during production, even the most moving and edifying of stories will not achieve what it could have. Is a good story, which is told at the expense of the crew, worth telling?

I realize this question doesn't have a black and white answer and the deeper you dig, the more gray you will find. I think it's one that we'll have to live with for a while. I do know this; whether I am leading a production or working for another storyteller, the next time I am on set and feel lost, frustrated, or upset, I intend to close my eyes for just a moment. And in that moment, I will remember that I am blessed to be in the presence of these other human beings and challenge myself to discover the small stories around me.

Nomadism 101: Morro Bay and the California Central Coast

2009-03-14T18:06:00.007-05:00

Scott Arany and I spent a few days north of LA in California's Central Coast several weeks ago, shooting a short film and enjoying some time away from the city. You can see more pictures on Picasa and the short film on Vimeo.

Nomadism 101: Detroit, MI

2009-03-14T17:45:00.008-05:00

Doing some catch-up on my recent nomadism...here are pictures from my grandmother's funeral - you can see more at my Picasa site.

My Sister, Chelsea

My Cousin Brandon and I

My Grandfather

And This, This is Why I Love TED

2009-02-26T14:16:00.005-05:00

Thanks Sahale, for pointing me at this.

Sorry for the size weirdness - trying to fix that...

Ashes on Wednesday

2009-02-25T10:26:00.006-05:00

I celebrated Ash Wednesday today for the first time in my life. This is not a typical Adventist tradition, and being the good little Adventist boy that I am (ok, so I'm snarky in the morning - gimme a break), I had my concerns and questions about the service. I really won't dig into that right now - I don't think it's important for this. I attended the service this morning at the Purple Church and was really touched. I was not convinced to participate in the imposition of ashes until the moment of - and I felt moved to take part in that symbol.

I can't speak for other Ash Wednesday services, but I feel that Ryan and Scott designed a service that pushed me to rededicate myself to service and God, that reminded me that I am in need of confession, and that God still has a ridiculous amount of work to do on me. A celebration of fasting and a recognition of the journey which we are on - what could be better for a melancholy like me, eh?

New Cinematography Reel

2009-02-10T12:58:00.000-05:00

Leslie Foster Cinematography Reel from Leslie Foster on Vimeo.

Lover

2009-01-30T23:45:00.005-05:00

"Carrie Davis Foster was born on June 23, 1918 in Indianola, Mississippi.
She was the eldest of four siblings born to the union of Lafayette and Retha Weathington Davis (both of who preceded her in death). Carrie was educated in the Detroit Public Schools system (Barstow Elementary and Miller High School). She later married Jones E. Foster. They were blessed with three children, Eugenia, Jerome, and Henry.

Carries was affectionately called 'Lover' by her family, for she touched the hearts
of many people in her lifetime.

She became a faithful member of the Hartford Seventh-day Adventist Church, now know as City Temple Seventh-day Adventist Church, serving as Cradle Roll and Kindergarten teacher. She was secretary of the elegant 'Friendship Circle Club,' which was known for their fabulous teas and fashion shows. She was a charter member for more than 30 years. She also enjoyed being a part of the Sunday Rook Club,

Lover worked at Detroit Memorial Hospital as a surgical nurse technician for 33 years. Upon her retirement she began to bake professionally. She made, wedding, bridal shower, and baby shower cakes. Her culinary talents never ceased to amaze anyone who tasted her cooking. Lover was an excellent cook--holidays were extra special. Almost every Sabbath, Jones (affectionately called Greepy) and Lover's home was the gather place.

Our sweet Lover departed this life on Sunday, January 25, 2009. Preceding her in death was her sister Ernestine Humphreys and brother Edward Davis.

She leaves to cherish her memory her husband of 68 1/2 years; daughter Eugenia (Charles); son, Jerome (Gwen), son, Dr. Henry Foster (Patricia); grandchildren, Carolyn Terrel (David), Marcia Walker, Charles C. Kent (Nurhayat), Natis Rambus (Dion), Jerome 'Dee' Foster, Leslie Foster, and Chelsea Foster; nine great-grandchildren, one sister, Thelma Scott; special adopted son Herbert Alford; and a host of nieces, nephews, and other family members and friends who loved her and will miss her greatly."

Nomadism 101: Scotsdale, AZ

2009-01-26T00:48:00.015-05:00

I spent this weekend at a boarding school in Arizona - I joined Lennox and Danny M. on their annual trek across the desert from LA to Thunderbird Adventist Academy at the edge of Phoenix. Lenn always speaks of the time he spent there as a really special part of his year - being able to share his stories and music with the high school students. I jumped at the chance to get out of town - I'd get to hang out with two amazing musicians and meet some new people.

There's something really special about teenagers - all the hurt and hormones vibrating inches from the surface. We smirk and write it off as angst - but there's something pure about it - people floating somewhere between childhood and adulthood, all prickly with those beautiful rough edges society hasn't sanded down yet. I've always preferred diamonds-in-the-rough to the over-processed mass of shiny we seem to value so much, but I suppose I digress.

So--being surrounded by academy kids who are learning far too fast to cram all the uneven edges into neat, little, masks always brings out the melancholy in me. So, to you, the kids of TAA - careful with those masks - they get stuck and slowly steal your souls; but I suspect you already know that. Thanks for sharing your time with us, listening to us, and letting us listen to you. And to one particular person, thank you for sharing your stories with me; sometimes I need to be reminded why what I do matters, I'm glad a few little films I created years ago were able to get you thinking - you know, it has nothing to do with me, I just listened.

"Praise Song for the Day"

2009-01-20T18:56:00.011-05:00

I wanted to post Elizabeth Alexander's inaugural poem. I've heard a lot of mixed opinions about the poem - my sister felt it was incoherent. However, I loved it. I'm reposting here (originally posted at the excellent Jack & Jill Politics).

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, “Take out your pencils. Begin.”

We encounter each other in words, Words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; Words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by “Love thy neighbor as thy self.”

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp — praise song for walking forward in that light.

Watch The Inauguration Live, Right Here!

2009-01-15T16:48:00.003-05:00

Thanks Hulu!

Update: I didn't realize Hulu would be streaming from The-Channel-Which-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Watch at your own risk y'all.

The Nomad Returns

2009-01-13T20:22:00.012-05:00

These Bandages by Tom Haubrick

Well, it's been a long time since I've been here; I seem to remember vaguely promising to keep this blog going while I worked on The 365° Experiment. Ah well, my apologies lovely readers - The Experiment seems to have stolen my soul, but only temporarily. I'm back; and with the pressure to write a script every day gone *insert Damocles' Sword reference*. I think I'll be able to dust the cobwebs off this place in the coming weeks.

I'm still spending the rest of this month catching my creative breath, but I'm hoping to post at least once a week for the rest of the month. There are some exciting plans happening and as they become more detailed, I'll be sharing them with you.

Its funny how the hope of plans slowly becoming reality and dreams struggling to come true are tempered by the stress of the every day. The balance is tricky - indulging to much in either set of emotions can be dangerous. To each his own, but in my story, I keep finding that prayer helps me stay balanced. I'm still learning how this whole 'walking with God' thing works--this immersion in conversation.

And speaking of being immersed in conversation, music has always made me feel more connected with the spiritual, something about that fluid embrace of words. So, for all you stressed and tired people out there, how about a little music?

I got a chance to hear these artists live last night at Club Spaceland - a venue that gets quite a few points in my book for making Monday night concerts free. I got to see some great musicians, hang with my Purple Church peeps, and end the evening not a penny poorer - a great way to Monday night, I say.

Ida Maria - Queen of the World
Update: LA Times Reviews Ida Maria

Honey Honey - Little Toy Gun

Rocco DeLuca & The Burden - The Gift

More Rocco

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Nomadism 101: LA Flirtations*

2008-03-30T13:48:00.020-05:00

I love flirting with cities, and I think they love it too. We smile coyly at each other and whisper sweet nothings.

Lennox Fleary - Musician/Community Organize Extraordinaire

Melody George - Filmmaker Extraordinaire

Hiking in Malibu with Lennox, Melody, and Melissa...

And Emily.

Pulling Down the Walls

2008-03-08T02:07:00.003-05:00

I'm still adjusting to LA, but something I've come to realize is that this is the first time in my life I've lived in truly close proximity to the homeless. Don't get me wrong, I grew up in countries where downtown boulevards are crowded with beggars and homeless people. But I also grew up sequestered within the walls of beautiful, western-dominated compounds. Now there are few barriers, and the constant understanding that not much separates me from being in their shoes.

I have always had a curiosity and a sadness about homelessness, and now I find it working itself quietly into the scripts I've been writing, as my mind tries to answer the question that has always been a constant in my life "What's their story?"

Oh, and on a totally unrelated note, I'll have new pictures up soon.

Yes, yes, and well, yes

2008-02-07T23:54:00.000-05:00

This is why I support Obama...because he inspires his supporters to be knowledgeable.

Found via Jack and Jill Politics.

Musical Joy and Politics? Sign Me Up

2008-02-03T17:44:00.000-05:00

While I've been missing from this blog, my belief in Barack Obama has definitely solidified...I believe Obama holds the promise of possibility, of opening a door for change; but we have to take advantage of this. If he becomes president and we do not take the opportunity that his outlook and transparency offer, we will share the blame for not having used this chance to change this nation.

This video moved me in a way I haven't been moved in a long time; and I think it represents how Obama has moved many of us in ways no politician in my generation's lifetime has been able to. Enjoy.

More Musical Joy (or why Imogen Heap is absolutely fantastic)

2008-02-03T17:39:00.000-05:00

A Little Bit of Musical Joy from Dawn Landes

2008-02-03T17:38:00.000-05:00

A Slow Return

2008-02-03T17:31:00.000-05:00

Well, a lot of things have changed since I last posted here. I'm going to try to slowly revive this dormant part of my web-routine, because, well...exciting things are happening, and I have thoughts...and would love to hear yours.
I'm finally getting used to writing a script a day for The 365° Experiment, and now that I've gotten better at managing that, I've been able to think about coming back to this cozy corner of the web.
I'll be heading out to LA in about three days to start a whole new part of my life and see if I have what it takes to make it out there in the film industry...and it seems to be where God is pointing. This, admittedly is a big departure from my plans just a month ago, which had me back in Europe by now...but there is a reason this blog is called The Nomad Chronicles.
So, I hope you enjoy the musings to follow as I dive into this crazy adventure.
Peace.

The 365° Experiment

2008-01-07T10:13:00.000-05:00

I'd like to introduce everyone to a strange lit,tle project of which I'm a part. On January 1st Eric Watts, an Indiana based writer and I began an experiment, which if successful, will last the entire year. Inspired by the jaw-dropping example of the musician Paleo, who wrote, recorded, and uploaded 365 songs between 2006 and 2007, we are attempting to meet similar goal: to write one script or short story a day for the whole of 2008. We're six days into the madness right now, and though we still haven't gotten all the formatting right (those familiar with screenwriting format will notice right away) I'm proud to introduce The 365° Experiment.

2007-12-22T14:07:00.000-05:00

by Leslie Foster

You play, in so many of your movies, these very inspirational figures. And then, in others, of course, you play the bad guy. To what extent do your faith and values play a role in choosing parts?

Even in a role like "Training Day," the first thing I wrote on the script was, "The wages of sin is death." And it was important, actually, for me in making that film. They actually wanted the guy to live at the end. And I said no. I think the only way I could justify him living such an awful life, or living in the worst way, was for him to die in the worst way. I'm always looking for that--for some kind of a message. And sometimes I just choose not to do certain films.

Read the rest of beliefnet's interview with Denzel Washington here.

Washington's belief that every film he does is a ministry may seem like quite a stretch to some. However, we live in a era in which film is our literature, and even in his darkest films, perhaps Washington is doing what Flannery O'Connor did in the mid 20th century or what the book of Judges has done for thousands of years.

They demonstrated truth not by showing the lives of perfect people, but by digging into the hidden darkness of human kind, and through that darkness exposed people to the depths of their own shadows but also to the light that dispels those shadows. To quote O' Connor, "All my stories are about the action of grace on a character who is not very willing to support it, but most people think of these stories as hard, hopeless and brutal."

Cross posted at Re-Inventing the Adventist Wheel.

Preach!

2007-12-07T15:01:00.000-05:00

I Have a Crush on a Girl Named Red

2007-12-04T14:06:00.001-05:00

This one's for all you film geeks...it's about time we had another revolution in film. I think this is shaping up to be a truly open-source camera. Enjoy, drool, swoon, here's Red.

Exactly My Thoughts...

2007-11-29T15:43:00.000-05:00

In The Know: Situation In Nigeria Seems Pretty Complex

The Beating Heart

2007-11-12T19:03:00.000-05:00

Cross-posted from Re-Inventing the Adventist Wheel.

Watching this trailer gave me a severe case of the chills. It created a moment where I had to shake my head and wonder at the emotions that swirled around me. "For The Bible Tells Me So" was released several weeks ago, and I pray that it creates meaningful dialog within the church in general, and the Adventist church specifically. I'm also a little jealous; I would have loved to be involved in the making of the film.

This is a subject that has haunted me for years, from being a teenager who at times questioned his own identity and mouthed the mantra that I loved the sinner, hated the sin; to being a college student whose views got the Humpty Dumpty treatment. I've seen homosexuals in the church treated terribly, heard church members angrily declare that they'd like to kill every single of 'those people' or express their deep hatred of something so different.

The medium of storytelling can change the world, and I hope the stories told in this film change someone. If we as Christians can put as much emphasis in loving, really loving people as we do in following the rest of the law (we forget that love is the beating heart of the law) then the world really will be changed.

Perhaps watching this film will enable some to walk away, not necessarily with changed opinions, but with changed hearts, with the ability to love and respect.

2007-11-11T18:38:00.001-05:00

The Great Debaters - Trailers

Posted Nov 06, 2007

A drama based on the true story of Melvin B. Tolson (Denzel Washington), a professor at Wiley College Texas. In 1935, he inspired students to form the school's first debate team, which went on to challenge Harvard in the national championship.

Films like this get released every few years, and I doubt I'll ever get sick of them. It reminds me why I'm so proud of my people. Sometimes I wish I lived back 80 years ago to be a part of that history as terrifying and challenging as it would be. In someways it's less terrifying than living today when everything seems very gray, with defined lines growing more smudged with every passing year.

An Army with Standards?

2007-11-07T08:05:00.001-05:00

Closing Time

2007-10-26T18:58:00.000-05:00

I usually don't curse people out...but I feel like doing that right now. If this is what we are coming to in our so-called civilization...I really am at a loss at what to do. Perhaps we're already too late. Maybe it's time to just quit and move out.

This article is not recommended for those of you with faint sensibilities etc.
On the other hand...this is what those of us who still try to hold on to common decency and kindness are up against.

Perhaps this would only make me sink to his level, but if I saw the man pictured above, Mr. Anthony Anderson on the street, I'd be tempted to beat him within an inch of his life. Think that's too drastic...just read the article.

Beautiful Sights and Sounds from Sigur Rós

2007-10-26T17:11:00.000-05:00

Sigur Ros - Heima Trailer

Posted Oct 15, 2007

Sigur Ros stars in a beautiful documentary that follows the epic band around their homeland of Iceland.

Sorting Out Chaos

2007-10-26T16:52:00.000-05:00

The last few months have been completely chaotic between music videos and plan changes and getting ready for next year. I just got back from Poland this morning, and I'm hoping that marks a slight slow-down in pace for me and a return to this space...I've missed it quite a bit. I'm thinking of posting a few short stories/screenplays of mine on here every now and then. Any opinions? It wouldn't happen too much, but once in a while I'm in a sharing mood.

On a completely different note...ever do something that made you feel a bit sick for a few hours after you've done it? I had a quease-inducing moment. tedMEDIA has to travel with a lot of extra luggage, and so we usually try to negotiate for a lower price on the overweight baggage. Leaving Poland this morning, I flashed my sweetest smile, flirted, batted my lashes (so on and so forth) and got the price down a good bit. Now I know many airlines give their check-in clerks the freedom to shift the price depending on circumstance, but apparently, this wasn't the case because as I was leaving, the clerk mentioned that she could get into trouble for this. Now obviously she knew this and went ahead with dropping the price, but I don't really care. I will gladly negotiate something if it's in your power to change it; but I never want to convince you to do something you shouldn't be doing, even if that's at a cost to me. I didn't feel great about that.

Welcome to the O.Z.?

2007-10-09T03:41:00.000-05:00

I discovered this over at Jeffrey Overstreet's blog, and he gives a great commentary that I'd rather avoid stepping on or repeating; but I will say this:
The idea of a daring remake of any classic is exciting to me. Stage plays are re-imagined all the time. Why can't we do the same with films instead of poo-pooing and whining that a good movie should never be revisited?

Today's Video Is Brought to You by the Letter Imogen

2007-09-21T17:16:00.000-05:00

Imogen Heap-Goodnight And Go
Uploaded by FearlessMusic

A Moment of Thought

2007-09-20T13:26:00.000-05:00

Existing within these lives of ours is a strange thing. We make plans, grow attached to them, and then curl into fetal positions as our careful strategies are torn to shreds by gleeful circumstance. I proclaim that I am a nomad, embracing flexibility and change, and yet when life changes the rules, I want to scream like a three year old. I guess I have a lot to learn. And where is God in this confusion...I guess the right answer, the reassuring one is that He is guiding my path and teaching me to only trust Him. Despite the comforting platitudes, I still feel pretty scared. I've learned though, that beyond the trapped feeling of losing your plans, She tends to show up and shine a light revealing the most unexpected benefits. I'd like for that to happen yesterday.

Nomadism 101: More Dutched Angles*

2007-09-17T06:33:00.000-05:00

Ooooh

2007-09-15T15:45:00.000-05:00

I'm a big fan of Ellen Page; as well as so many of the actors who appear in this film...I can't wait.

EPC News

2007-09-15T05:19:00.000-05:00

The intro to the news show tedMEDIA's been doing here in Holland at the 2007 European Pastor's Conference.

Nomadism 101: Dutched Angles?*

2007-09-15T03:37:00.001-05:00

Biking to the town of Dalfsen with Marius and Sarah A. and Mickey S. I just have to say...I've dreamed about biking in Holland since I was a kid...I mean, how cool is that? Biking in Holland...

I Hope it Was a Stormy Night

2007-09-08T21:19:00.000-05:00

Madeleine L’Engle author of "A Wrinkle in Time", "Many Waters", "A Swiftly Tilting Planet" and so many other amazing books; a woman whose extraordinary vision captured me as a child and again as a young man, died today. She was loved greatly, and will be missed greatly.

I Wish I Could Do That...

2007-09-07T12:36:00.000-05:00

This was so cool I had to share.

Freddy: Human Machine

Posted Mar 19, 2007

Through a series of acrobatic moves a man sets off a reaction to power a machine.

Praise God, for he has many names, but...

2007-09-06T21:15:00.000-05:00

For those of you who have iTunes, might I recommend heading over to the iTunes store and downloading this week's featured free download*, Dave Matthews' music video "Eh Hee." I've watched it about five times now, and I just downloaded it last night. I've been trying to wrap my head around the whole thing. Matthews directed the video, and it's one of the more intriguing videos I've seen in a while. We talk so much about artists wrestling with their beliefs or agnosticism in art all the time. Well, here's a great example.
I'm not even sure how to describe it, but the words, dark, grotesque, thought-provoking, frightening, beautiful, and artsy come to mind. Enjoy.

*For those of without the privilege of iTunes' company...here ya go. (The iTunes version is much higher quality...hint hint)

(Really, you need to see the iTunes version full screen for the full effect...really)

Alive Day

2007-09-06T06:53:00.000-05:00

James Gandolfini interviews service men and women injured in Iraq in a new HBO documentary, "Alive Day Memories." I'm really looking forward to seeing it. I always value the first hand experiences of those who have been in the middle of this war.
It reminds me that I also need to pick up a few of the documentaries that cover the Iraqi perspective, or perspectives, rather.

Marbles With Thoreau

2007-08-30T17:56:00.000-05:00

A shout-out to Mel George over at Re-Inventing the Adventist Wheel.

Cruel and Unusual: Update

2007-08-30T15:40:00.000-05:00

Governor Rick Perry granted a last minute commutation of Kenneth Foster Jr.'s death sentence, reducing the sentence to life in prison. That's enough to make my day, to know that every once in a while, justice does get served. I feel like Perry should have gone further, but know at least Foster has a fighting chance of making it out of prison to a family that's only known him behind bars.

Read about Perry's decision in the LA Times and in The Nation.

Cruel and Unusual

2007-08-30T06:29:00.000-05:00

In a few hours, the state of Texas will execute a man for a crime he did not commit. Many claim to be innocent, but few on death row can claim that their innocence is a well-established fact. Kenneth Foster will be executed today because he couldn't predict that his friend, Julius Steen, would step out of the car they were riding in, walk 80 feet and kill Michael LaHood. Foster is being put to death because he should have known better.
Under the Texas law of parties:

If, in the attempt to carry out a conspiracy to commit one felony, another felony is committed by one of the conspirators, all conspirators are guilty of the felony actually committed, though having no intent to commit it, if the offense was committed in furtherance of the unlawful purpose and was one that should have been anticipated as a result of the carrying out of the conspiracy."

Steen and Foster had been on a spree of robberies that night, but Foster should not be held responsible for a crime that Steen committed and and for which he has been punished--he was executed last year.

No one contests Foster's innocence in the murder, it is merely argued that the law must be carried out. I can't get over the sick surreality of the case, but Foster's daughter says it so much better than I ever could:

A childhood friend of Lahood's, Sean Paul Kelley has joined the fight to save Foster. He writes movingly about his struggle with the subject.

There's not much time left, but if you feel the urge to help Kenneth Foster, please visit the Free Kenneth site and get more information about what you can do.

And Now, for Something Completely Different

2007-08-19T11:55:00.000-05:00

First I should apologize for the less than regular posting...it's been a crazy month. Hopefully I'll be able to post some of the projects we've been working on in the coming weeks.
But now, to politics. I haven't said much here about the current American presidential candidates. I've been following the proceedings closely and have watched Barak Obama's ascendancy with some interest and hope. The man's doing some amazing things, and I'd like to see him go all the way to the White House, so today I'm announcing The Nomad Chronicles endorsement of Barak Obama as the next president of the United States, and here to help me is Michelle Obama.

Merchantphilia

2007-08-14T06:25:00.000-05:00

I fell in love with Natalie Merchant the moment I heard her voice and when I discovered her political and social leanings several months into infatuation, there was no turning back, I became a complete and committed Natalie-phile. Here is a clip from an upcoming documentary she produced with the help of non-profit Give Us Your Poor. With the help of artists who are or had been homeless, she records the song There is No Reason by Nichole Cooper, who wrote the song when she was 15 and homeless. Keep rocking Natalie.

Fellow Nomads: Life in LA*

2007-08-06T04:25:00.000-05:00

A guest blog by Melody George

I have a story to tell you. Usually I tend to write when things are going great. But it would be unfair to paint an inaccurate picture of what life is really like out here (especially to those of you thinking about moving out here); to eliminate the stressful times - the times when I feel like I'm just getting by - like I'm just treading water. Or worse, sinking. It's not that I especially relish being this transparent about my personal life, but that I feel it necessary - I feel compelled - to share the story. It's a rather long story. It's the story of Peter walking on water, looking down and seeing the height of the waves, starting to sink. It's about the grace of God to reach down and lift him back up, despite his lack of faith. And it's about God enabling him to walk on the water once again. This is that story, re-told.

Beginning of July, I didn't have work. There were various things I was waiting on, though - some editing work from BY, another short video for F&V Media, then the chance to go and to Nashville and shoot a promo video and make $2000. Well, I didn't get the gig with BY (I was occupied spending lots of money to get my car registered in the state of CA). The F&V People said they weren't quite ready to move forward and it might be another month. And last minute, the promo video got pushed to Sept. It was halfway through July, I hadn't made a dollar that month, and I was still a little behind from June. Everything I'd counted on had fallen through, and another rent check was due in 2 weeks. I started freaking out.

There were other things going on to stress me out. Weird pains in my right leg that got to the point where I could only walk a few blocks at a time. I went to doctors, and they weren't able to do much more than recommend some treatment which I couldn't afford, and of course my insurance didn't cover. On top of this I've continued to deal with back pain despite a fairly rigorous physical therapy routine at the gym every morning. These two handicaps limited the types of jobs I was able to apply for, all the while forcing me to spend money when I wasn't making any.

Between the financial instability, the physical pain, and some equally intense emotional stuff I was dealing with which I won't go into, I reached a spiritual low that I've never really experienced before. I wish I could describe exactly how I saw things in those moments. I just didn't know what to do. And of course I prayed, for specific things - for money to afford the medical care I needed, for a job that would accommodate my back problem, help me grow creatively as a filmmaker, and allow me to be a blessing to others, while providing for my financial needs. But it seemed like He just wasn't coming through this time. I reached a point of almost rebellious distrust: Well God, if you're not going to provide, I'm going to figure things out myself. I started applying for jobs like crazy online, and signing up with temp agencies. These were the proper steps, but the motive was wrong. It came from fear and distrust rather than a simple "I'm going to do my part and trust you, God, to provide."

But at the same time that God is there to ruthlessly root out with one hand anything in us that is sinful and unholy, he is there with the other to comfort and to heal.

I was pretty much at my darkest point, but I went to church and New Dawn Christian Village with my roommate Tamara, and it was like the entire service was tailored specifically to me. During the greeting time I passed by the Pastor and he asked me how my week was. "So so," I said. He looked at me and said, "We'll talk more later. I know how to pray for you." Then the service started, and they sang my song. MY song. And if you haven't heard 200 black voices blow the house down, in my opinion you really haven't lived. The sermon - "Where is Your Faith" - was about Peter taking his eyes off Christ, focusing on the storm, on the waves, and starting to sink. "Trust in God, trust in Jehovah Jira, your Provider. He will not let you go." Afterwards I went up front with several others, and the pastor prayed for us. He put his hand on my head and said, "We spoke earlier. He told me to tell you it's gonna be ok." A lady whose name I didn't even know came up and put her arm around me and said God had put me on her mind that morning. She went outside and prayed with me, and she said things she could not have possibly known to say. At the end I told her I was afraid I would become bitter because of the emotional stuff I was dealing with. She said she could tell just by looking in my face that I could not become bitter... that I was not the type of person who was able to become bitter.

The most amazing thing of all is just that God Himself reached out to me through these people - to comfort and to heal with a tenderness and an intimacy that is just... well... unbelievable.

The following week I still didn't find work, still had to deal with the pain, and like a good Israelite I slipped back into the mode of distrust. The attack was brilliant. Why does he provide for your spiritual needs but not your physical ones? Why isn't there any real, tangible help? What were you thinking, moving out here?

And again, He sought me out. At church the next week - this time at Hollywood SDA - a guy I didn't know said he felt impressed to talk to me, to ask me more about my week. I told him what I was dealing with, and then he prayed for me - for healing emotionally, physically, spiritually. He prayed for my faith. He reiterated: He will not abandon you, He will provide; it's gonna be ok.

Wow. I left in tears. It blew me away that once again, God would reach out in such an intimate way. How could I NOT trust myself to that? The rest of that weekend I was able to relax, to let go of the worries, stop striving and just BE.

On Monday morning I was planning to call in at the temp agency but before I could, I got a call from the School of Cinema and Performing Arts where I had applied for a T.A. job at their summer camp. I was hired that day. Three weeks of full time work doing what I love, that would pretty much cover my expenses for the next month, plus the amount I was behind from the previous month.

Even more significant was the chance I had to minister to these kids. I was teaching a group of 12-14 year-olds, and formed some amazing bonds with several of them. They were able to open up about divorced parents, anorexic best friends, what it's like to not fit in at school... To have a 12-year old tell you,"I'm just counting down the days till I get to go home, but you're really helping me get through this," pretty much makes your week. To have all the loser unpopular kids sort of gravitate to you, and to be able to make them feel wanted... to have the chance to tell Kayla (who would constantly complain about how fat she is, though she's not) that she's beautiful, or to tell the girl with the severely scarred face that you appreciated her performance...

I would drive home at the end of the day with such conflicted emotions. Such overwhelming despair at the evil these kids are dealing with and my inability to change it, and simultaneously such overwhelming joy at the chance to reach out to just a couple of them. And that God can use this proud, faithless, emotionally needy, broken body to do it...

"Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties, for when I am weak, then am I strong." (2 Cor 12)

The fact is, God is big enough to use anything and anyone to accomplish his purposes. And really, to be caught up in his purposes - it's the only way to live.

I want to live the rest of my life with the passion, the misery, and the joy that I've had for the past two weeks. I heard a pretty amazing sermon online recently called "Don't Waste Your Life." You should all find some time - that's right, carve out a whopping 45 minutes - and listen. It's about ultimate devotion to Christ; how every day, every dollar, every breath, and ultimately even your death can glorify God.

Here's the link:

I'm on a plane right now headed out to ASI (Adventist Laymen's Services and Industries). I was asked to come and share what it's like to be a missionary in Hollywood. I have to miss the last few days of film camp to do it, but God provided the funds to cover the entire trip. He is faithful, even when we're not.

My prayer for you is for deliberateness, for focus, for weakness you can glory in, and glorify Him in... and for the joy that comes from being used by him.

Don't look down.

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Melody George is a filmmaker currently residing in LA. She is on a journey toward contentment.

Maintaining

2007-08-05T07:56:00.001-05:00

Yes, I promise I'll get back to posting some of my own thought and experiences soon, but for now:

TED: Eve Ensler

2007-08-04T07:28:00.000-05:00

Eve Ensler has been one of my heroes for a long time. The creator of The Vagina Monologues and V-Day, she never fails to amaze and inspire me.
Be surprised, be scandalized, be moved.

Say it Loud...

2007-08-04T06:58:00.000-05:00

"...it’s Pride Week here in St. John’s, and it’s time for me to come out of the closet (a very small closet — there aren’t that many of us in here) and declare that I am a Bible-believing, evangelical, Jesus-loving Seventh-day Adventist Christian who doesn’t think it’s a sin to be gay. Or even for two gay people to marry."

Read the rest of Trudy Morgan-Cole's excellent blog here. (You can find the articled under the July 07 Archives, the blog post is titled "Coming Out")

Ehmmmm?

2007-08-03T15:45:00.000-05:00

Why Al Qaeda supports the emergent church. Trust me, it's better to pretend this is satire.

No, this article has nothing to do with our lovely president...but I had about the same look on my face when I was done reading the above.

Nomadism 101: The Voivodina Region of Serbia*

2007-08-02T13:34:00.000-05:00

A still from one of our music videos featuring Sunćica, a talented pianist.

The following pictures feature photography by tedMEDIA compatriot extraordinaire, Dragana U. They feature us and the many people who we met and with whom we worked during this last month. Enjoy.

A Quick Hello

2007-07-24T10:30:00.000-05:00

Hey y'all...I have a new blog up at Re-Inventing The Adventist Wheel. Head on over.

Nomadic Times

2007-07-10T09:50:00.000-05:00

To all my faithful readers (yes, every one of you is precious to me ;)
I won't be able to post as much this month because I'm currently in Serbia shooting a whole mess of music videos. Enjoy July...and stop by every so often...I might be able to post a bit of something here and there.

Cheers and Do videnja.

Sunrise

2007-07-05T22:06:00.000-05:00

Random Thoughts

2007-07-05T14:43:00.000-05:00

I was walking through town today and made a snap judgment about a woman who walked past me. As I walked on, feeling smugly superior, I realized I had noticed a brush of sadness as her mask slipped for a moment and I heard a furious voice in my head I won't forget. "How dare you judge her? You don't know her story. How dare you think of yourself as better." I had to stop at what is probably best described as the quiet righteous wrath of God. It took me a moment to compose myself. No, I'm not likely to forget that soon.

I love people with wry senses of humor. Mickey and I searched all over town for a simple piece of hardware with no luck, and we finally wandered into a cute light store and inquired. The owner was a man with a wry grin. He teased and bargained and we ended up in a playful bartering session. He jokingly mocked our demands and we teased right back. These are human moments I treasure.

I saw a black balloon desperately trying to lift itself off the wet ground, but it had too little helium and it's long black ribbon was soaked and heavy. It tugged and jerked, like a frantic animal on a leash...in slow motion. It finally managed to pull itself over the wall of the cathedral I was passing, and I like to imagine, caught its breath for a bit. There was, and you can call be crazy, a ethos of desperation and hopelessness that accompanied its futile longing for the open sky. It was a little heartbreaking.

TED: Majora Carter

2007-06-28T18:22:00.000-05:00

I'll be featuring videos from TED (Technology Entertainment Design) every once in a while on this blog. The post immediately before this explains in detail.

Shout Out: TED*

2007-06-28T16:31:00.000-05:00

What I love about the internet is that it still has the ability to delight me with random discoveries. What's funny is that this particular discovery happened gradually. I first stumbled onto TED (Technology Entertainment Design) a few months ago when a friend sent me the link to Aubrey de Grey's lecture on beating death at the 2005 TED conference.

I stumbled onto it again earlier this month, but never really explored the site until today. When I did actually begin to explore the TED site, I found an absolute treasure trove of great minds. The site has videos that span three years of TED history and the many great speakers and prize winners who have been featured there.

The idea of TED is something that really excites me. A meeting of minds in science, art, culture, entertainment, design and much much more. Time to end the compartmentalization of life and let all these disciplines merge and meld in one beautiful, crazy mess. A mess that just happens to produce beautiful shiny things ever once in a while. Alright, enough of that metaphor...

I haven't been able to explore the site much yet, but from my limited exploration,

I'd like to recommend a few of the videos featured there.

- Anna Deavere Smith is an artist who collects the lives of people she meets in her journeys. Here, she presents four of these poignant, heartbreaking, and sometimes humorous sketches. The third sketch, of a Korean woman expressing her emotions about the 1992 LA riots really grabbed me.

- Eve Ensler may not need that much of an introduction. She's one of my personal heroes, the mind behind The Vagina Monologues and the V-Day movement to end violence against women. She performs the opening monologue from The Monologues and talks about the experiences that led her to write the play. She also discuss happiness in mind and soul. Warning, this is not necessarily for those easily offended.

- Gregory Colbert, the nomad photographer and filmmaker, has been one of my biggest inspirations. His collection, Ashes and Snow, still awes me after repeated viewings. In what the TED website describes as a "rare public appearance," Colbert presents some of his ideas and ten minutes from his ethereal and gorgeous films.

- James Nachtwey, another photographer who greatly inspires me, is known to many because of the documentary "War Photography" about the man and his work. He was a child of the 60s and that era infused him with a passion for service and action. He feels that his photography, which shows the realities of war and suffering, can lead people towards peace and empathy.

- Majora Carter gives an intense presentation about her work to end "environmental racism" in South Bronx. Carter's initiative "Green the Ghetto" has already brought change to her neighborhood.

Other featured artists and speakers are: dance company Pilobolus, the avant-garde classical quartet Ethel, organic designer Ross Lovegrove (Captain Organic), Ideo (coolest design/solutions firm around) founder David Kelley, and Pastor Rick Warren.

Just this content alone will give you hours of viewing pleasure. In this case that you're interested, but just too lazy to travel over to the TED page, I'll be embedding these videos and future discoveries every so often here at The Nomad Chronicles.

This week I'll be featuring Majora Carter's fantastic speech.

The Almighty Evan?

2007-06-28T06:00:00.001-05:00

Head over to The Alex and Ben Show to see my thoughts on the "Almighty" film franchise.

A Little British Humor

2007-06-27T12:23:00.000-05:00

My personal disclaimer: I always did have a soft spot for Tony Blair, always will probably. Alright, enough with the sentiment, on with the mockery!

This Mini-Rant is Sponsored in Part by GrapeNuts®

2007-06-26T05:19:00.000-05:00

There are a few things that seriously frustrate me. Jumping to a conclusion about me is one of those things. Before I go on, I will admit I've done the same to others to my chagrin...I'm working on it. That doesn't stop it from bothering me. It's so easy to take a piece of information about a person and create an entire characterization. I'm fairly tired of having an entire personality created for me because of my skin color or my occupation or my age.
Yes I'm an artist but that doesn't mean that I'm bad at math or scatterbrained or messy. Yes I'm just 22 and yes I have much to learn about life. That doesn't mean I'm naive or or dependent on my parents or unprofessional.
This is an invitation to come get to know me, learn my story, my history, and if you have to make an educated assumption, alright, but not before.

Your Turn: Teenage Affluenza

2007-06-25T06:14:00.000-05:00

Here's a short video passed on to me by Sarah A. What do you think about it? How well do you think it does with what it set out to do?

The Little Dutchman

2007-06-24T10:24:00.000-05:00

Brother Andrew continues to amaze me. He has continued his career as God's Smuggler in the Middle East. Here is a Christian who does not see Muslims, even the most extreme of them, as enemies but as fellow travelers. Christianity Today gets his views on the current conflict in Palestine.

A big thanks to Will C. for the tip on the article.

The New Facism

2007-06-23T16:29:00.001-05:00

Your Footprint

2007-06-23T16:18:00.000-05:00

What's your ecological footprint? If everyone on earth shared your lifestyle, how many earths would be needed to sustain that lifestyle? Find out here.

A quiz presented by The Earthday Network and Redefining Progress.
I come in at 1.5 earths...not bad, but still have a lot of work to do.

Never Again...Please

2007-06-22T13:00:00.001-05:00

I don't want to start celebrating too early, but I think this is cause for some premature rejoicing. And it's a great post for this blogs 100th post.
CNN reports that Guantanamo Bay detention center for supposed terrorists (many of whom are innocent of those charges) is close to being shut down.

I never want to see my country support this kind of madness again. And this is only the beginning. Close down the secret CIA prisons, stop the kidnapping of brown people under false premises, and let us write into law that this must not happen ever ever again.
Today, for just a bit, I am going to quash my pessimism and allow myself to be cautiously optimistic.

Africa and Civilization

2007-06-19T05:49:00.000-05:00

As a follow-up to the post "What's Normal?" Here's a short clip from a documentary talking about black society and its role in early civilization as well as more recent contributions to the industrial revolution and technology. The doc features people like Tony Campolo, Bill Cosby, and Ben Carson. Ben Carson is actually featured in the clip below.

Nomadism 101: Windsor*

2007-06-18T05:04:00.001-05:00

Mickey and I got a chance to head to Windsor early Sunday morning with a friend who was volunteering at the Windsor Triathalon, the biggest such event in England I believe. I'll be linking to Mickey's pictures as soon as he puts the finishing touches on his blog.

("Castles, They Don't Impress Me" courtesy of Mickey S.)

Nomadism 101: Siam Memories*

2007-06-18T04:50:00.000-05:00

Buddha Curls

Andy and the Dirty Word

My Father's Hands

Chiang Mai Beads

Urban Aesthete

Lomography Fun

What is Normal?

2007-06-17T18:06:00.000-05:00

I'm a guest on The Alex and Ben Show's latest episode, "The Search For The Regula Black Man." Check out Part 1 and Part 2 of the episode.
If you want additional info about the topics we discussed, here's the blog post corresponding with the first part and here's the one for the second part of the podcast.

2007-06-15T18:07:00.000-05:00

*X-posted at The Alex and Ben Show*

Playing with Food: Midnight Snack

2007-06-15T12:32:00.000-05:00

Mickey tried his hand at a marinara sauce with fresh mushrooms to go over our fusilli while I fried up baby potatoes coated with lemon grass, fresh garlic, fresh onion, lemon pepper, and a little sea salt to taste.

Arrogance and the West

2007-06-15T06:30:00.001-05:00

At the bottom of this post is a video of what I believe has been one of the more effective anti-war demonstrations in the last few years. Veterans from the group Iraq Veterans Against the War (IVAW) simulate combat in the middle of Times Square, bringing the war to urban America. They have performed similar demonstrations in Washington D.C. and other American cities.

Before you watch it though, I'd like to say something. It's easy to blame the United States for this and it's easy to blame the American government for the atrocities of the last few years. It's easy because it's true; this government has done things many consider unforgivable. It's even easier if you're not an American. It's easy to shake your head at the destructive arrogance of Americans.

I'd like to challenge you to remember that this isn't just Iraq, this is Afghanistan, Chechnya, and The Falklands. This isn't just Americans, this is British, Australians, Canadians, and Italians to name a few. Based on Western attitudes and given the right conditions, the conditions that reached critical mass on 9/11 (and it wouldn't take much to get those conditions in any other Western nation),every nation I've listed would react in a similar way.

We shouldn't be asking how to stop Washington DC and the Americans from doing this again. We should be asking how we can stop the officials in their Washington DC, London, Sydney, Rome, and Ottawa palaces (to name a few) from doing this again. This current war does not only reflect an American arrogance, it reflects a darker Western arrogance that was carefully nurtured by the British hegemony for hundreds of years. When you watch this video, don't see American soldiers, see the soldiers of your own nation, in your own cities, and then ask what must be done.

Fun Poll For the Whole Family

2007-06-14T08:57:00.000-05:00

A Day in London-town*

2007-06-13T19:22:00.000-05:00

Mickey and I spent most of the day in London today shooting interviews for a project of ours. In between chasing people down, we had way too much fun modeling for each other and being voyeurs along the Thames.

Here's some of Mickey's work:

And just a bit of mine:

Hi Future, How're You Doing? Nice to See You...Where's My Jet Pack?

2007-06-12T06:19:00.000-05:00

I know this has been wandering around the internet, so many of you may have seen, but I'm going to post it anyway. Can you imagine what this could do for film editors? Editing this way...wow...the intuitiveness of Final Cut on a whole 'nother level. And no, today I am not going to ponder the dystopian scenarios of this technology.

*X-posted at The Alex and Ben Show*

Playing with Food: Food Therapy

2007-06-11T08:49:00.000-05:00

Sometimes, after a stressful, uncreative morning, the best thing to do is just cook. Here's today's recipe for unwinding:

I sauteed fresh onions, garlic, and mushrooms, added lemon pepper and three chopped up vegetarian tomato basil sausages. I then added about a 3 teaspoons worth of smoked paprika. Once this was sizzling nicely, I gradually added a can of mushroom soup and diluted it a bit with water. Just before it finished cooking I added a dash of Tandoori Masala for a slight kick. The result? A nice thick sauce that goes great over rice.
I served it over basmati rice and if I may say so myself, it hit the spot. Once I figure out how to plate it well, I might put some pictures up.

The Worship Industry

2007-06-10T06:43:00.000-05:00

Here's Brian McLaren, speaking with the wisdom I've come to expect from him.

*X-posted at The Alex and Ben Show*

Wondering What to Do With That Dress After the Wedding?

2007-06-10T06:37:00.001-05:00

Here's an idea...from the sweet folks at the New York Times.

Photo Romp*

2007-06-07T15:08:00.000-05:00

Dragana's Work:

And a bit from Me:

My Brain Hurts*

2007-06-06T16:26:00.000-05:00

My film muscles have definitely atrophied as a test shoot (we shot one a short video clip-one of ten due in September-to start meshing as a team) we did today proved, but it was fun, and hopefully I'll be in completely back in shape in a few weeks. Here are some pictures from today's festivities courtesy of Dragana U.

Today, it's Mickey's turn to be the corporate animal.

He's very good at it.

Aren't we pretty?

Toast fun for everyone...

Corporate Animal

2007-06-04T07:37:00.000-05:00

I had an odd moment earlier today. I left my office (I know, my office...) to get a drink, and I was standing by the water cooler, and I thought "Oh!"

The Vision?

2007-06-04T06:42:00.000-05:00

What is the vision? What are we trying to do? Simply put, I see tedMEDIA as a bridge. 500 years ago, The New World was a continent explorers attempted to reach, today, it's a state of mind, and for many of us who are Christians, it is forbidding piece of real estate. We at tedMEDIA are attempting to make journeys into this paradigm just a bit less forboding. We're not just here for the Christians though; there are a lot of people searching for some type of spiritual meaning and Christians really haven't been able to contribute much to the conversation because we're just a bit stuck-up and prone to nastiness. tedMEDIA's goal isn't to coerce, frighten, or browbeat anyone with our beliefs; we just want to start an actual conversation, and a conversation isn't can't just be about talking, it must be about listening.
It's a pretty tough mountain we've decided to scale, but maybe what we see as success can't be measured in such tangible terms. In my opinion, if we can simply cause someone to gain a new perspective on Christianity instead of simply stiffening at the term, we will have done very well indeed.
And so here we are with just our cameras and heads full of images. We believe strongly that Christian media must not only be based in what we see as truth, but must be well designed, artistic, and visually powerful. For too long, many Christian films have presumptuously neglected story, acting, and cinematography in the belief that God will bless because they are spreading the truth. We forget that God puts a high premium on the artistic. We've set a high standard for ourselves; we'll see if we can live up to just a few of those artistic and spiritual values in the next three years.

Plunge

2007-06-04T06:22:00.000-05:00

The last few days have been slightly dizzying, so I'm only now attempting catching my breath. They've included sickness, frantic packing, hours spent at the DMV, a driving test, a hideous license picture, a transatlantic flight a few hours after said test, issues at customs with work permits and visas, and trying to adjust to St. Albans, UK (extended case of sticker shock at UK prices).
Mickey S., my brave coworker and fellow SAU film school graduate, has been battling a nasty virus is slowly recovering. In the meantime I've been trying to arrange our small flat as well getting eeting the local Serbian community, of which my boss is a part. Melita P., my boss' daughter and college friend has helped a bit with the whole adjustment. Our flat is a two minute walk from downtown St. Alban's, a gorgeous little city near London. The city center is, well, quaint I suppose is the word, full of that beautiful, ancient English architecture. I'm not sure if Mickey and I will ever really quite catch our breath this year. Today we start work and there's so much to do before we start shooting.

In Summary

2007-06-03T10:31:00.000-05:00

Everything you wanted to know about my sister and I, summed up in an image:

For the Love of Dystopia (or How I Learned to Let Go and Hate Utopia)

2007-05-29T17:35:00.001-05:00

I have an odd fondness for dystopian stories. It's the kind of predilection that makes one wonder about one's stability. What is there to love in the corroded landscapes of 1984, The Road, or Dark City? Perhaps this fondness stems from the fact that I feel there is a lot to be learned from pain, but I think that there is more to this fascination. For the idealist who grows more and more aware of reality, this present life is a dystopia. To read or view these gloomy visions of alternate futures is simply seeing this current world in a metaphor. And often, buried deep within the Children of Men or V for Vendetta's of modern literature, is a seed of hope. It doesn't glow very brightly, sometimes it has to be unearthed, but it flickers dimly under the soil, waiting to blossom. For those of us who dream of change and justice and fairness, we cling to that flicker and bring it back with us into our own barren landscapes, with a renewed sense of action and even faith. Here's to V and Evey, to a father protecting his son, to John Murdoch, and to a mother with a miracle. Here's to dystopia.

What Would Yo Do?

2007-05-26T03:15:00.001-05:00

I like the idea that art can take many forms, be so many different things to so many different people, but I've always had trouble with performance art.
Well, here's a piece I can definitely buy into, a piece whose art is just a little mind blowing and very heart wrenching: Domestic Tension.

I'm still trying to appreciate the Harmony, Mother

2007-05-25T15:21:00.001-05:00

I have no words right now, but the words of a much greater writer than I moved me today:

O, Porcupine
without a queen the locust swarm
turned the ground to black
descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back
and scattered the sticks who crawled
like snakes in the sand
as the red clay took the form of a lizard
who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand

[while, in my little world, my sad little world...]
a speckled bird humbly inspired
ran across the road when it could have flown
and it made me smile
at the water's edge, Babylon
we laid down and slept
as the river wept for you, Zion!
the stones cry out,
bells shake the sky
all creation groans...

SHHHH!

(honestly, be quiet a while -
particularly outside)

listen to it!

messes of men in farmer poverty;
not much for monks but we pretend to be
share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile
gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity
I held you in my fond but distant memory
while for the Mother Hen to gather me
who regretfully wrote,

"you have a decent ear for notes
but you can't yet appreciate harmony."

O' porcupine perched low in the tree
your eyes to mine:

"you'd be well inclined not to mess with me."

at the garden's edge beneath a speechless sky
as his friends all slept
Jesus wept- and it's no wonder why
and now you say you wanna be set free?
and wanna set me free?
well I'm told that can only come from
a union with the One who never dies.
--mewithoutYou, from the album Brother,Sister

Mind Trip

2007-05-25T14:41:00.000-05:00

This is pretty trippy: check out The Virtual Barbershop. Oh, and make sure you have a good pair of speakers, or even better, a decent set of earphones. Closing your eyes doesn't hurt either.

Introductions...

2007-05-24T07:48:00.000-05:00

Check out Kari Cheney's thoughts about life in Thailand over at Muak Lek Musings.

Antebellum

2007-05-21T08:09:00.000-05:00

A few of my friends, John-Michael Brown and Stratton Tingle (fellow film grads) head up a band called Antebellum, and I got a chance to see them in concert yesterday at the Barking Legs Theater.

Today's Dose of Irony

2007-05-21T07:57:00.000-05:00

On my flight to the States yesterday, I heard what may have become my favorite movie line so far.
In the film Blood Diamond, Leonardo DiCaprio and Djimon Hounsou's characters are searching for a diamond buried somewhere in Sierra Leone, each for their own reasons, and they stumble across a village destroyed by RUF rebels. An old man sits in the still smoking ruins, and ask Hounsou what the white man is looking for.

"Diamonds, like the rest of them," Hounsou replies.
The man shakes his head,
"I hope they never find oil here," he says looking over at DiCaprio.
"Then we'll really have it bad."

Sawasdee Krap Mr. Cowboy

2007-05-21T07:26:00.000-05:00

I love how surreal Thailand can be sometimes. Farm Chokcai, one of the largest dairy farms in the country may take take the cake. Where else do you have, well...no, I should let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy.

To add to the fun, the farm is also home to a classy little retreat, a luxury camp site equipped with air conditioned tents, and a great view from the bathrooms.

Happy (Feminist) Mother's Day from The Progressive

2007-05-14T08:27:00.000-05:00

Enjoy.

Urban Oasis

2007-05-13T12:00:00.000-05:00

Lizzy and I spent a few hours at the Tamarind Cafe today. If you're in Bangkok one of these days and in search for unique Vegetarian Food (Malay Quesedilla/Sesame Seed Falafels anyone?) as well as a pretty cool assortment of fruit drinks. I highly recommend it and I think Lizzy agrees.

[Photo Credit - Bangkok Tatler]

Half-Grumpy, Partly Amused, Semi-Rant

2007-05-13T10:51:00.000-05:00

So if I get to be 55 and someone says to me "Oh my! You're so mature for 55, I had thought for sure you were 63," I might have to hurt somebody. I'm just sayin', that's all...

So a Fish Walks Into...

2007-05-12T03:20:00.000-05:00

I was wandering a bit aimlessly around Mission College when I saw a dark shape jauntily crossing the road. I blinked a few times before I registered what I was seeing. A fish as large as my hand was bouncing across the road using its fins. It must left the pond on one side of the road to migrate to the larger pond across the way.
I resisted the urge to save it the trouble by tossing it into the pond and instead stood still, watching. It reached the other side of the pavement and began wriggling through the grass. It would move several inches, then stop and rest, then move again. I watched for twenty minutes, ignoring the mosquitoes who seemed to have an odd fascination with my head, as the fish disappeared into the long grass. After a while, I could only see where it was by the brief, violent jittering of grass blades. The wind blew the blades gently, but there was no mistaking where the fish was.
I was tempted to leave a few times, but never moved, staring down the incline. The fish finally reached the edge of the shore, and with a tiny push, slipped into the water, leaving only gentle rings on the water's skin to show where it had entered.

2007-05-10T22:37:00.000-05:00

Executed man's last request honored -- pizza for homeless.

[May 17, 2007 Update]
Check out Julius N.'s post about this over at Progressive Adventism. He's got some interesting details about Workman including his post-conviction conversion to Adventism.

Thoughts on a Buddhist Funeral*

2007-05-07T20:09:00.001-05:00

Yesterday, I paid my respects at the funeral of Mr. Utid, the father of one of the graduates of AIMS, the elementary school of which my mom is the administrator. He was 53.

This is the first Buddhist funeral I have attended and it felt like a tangle of an ancient ritual that you would read about in myths and a modern western funeral. The ceremony was held in the courtyard of one of the wealthier temples in the city of Saraburi. Mr. Utid was a prominent man and the courtyard pavilion was packed with province's high society. The ceremony consisted of two parts. A large part of it was the presentation of gifts to the monastery. One man in a black tie and white shirt trekked up and down the stairs of the ornate crematorium that sat in front of the pavilion delivering the gifts to the saffron-robed monk who hid behind his fan and sedately accepted the gifts. The crowd of people talked, laughed, ate and drank (yes, we were served snacks) as this part of the ceremony went on.
At the end, we stood for a prayer and then a hidden, traditional orchestra struck up a intense beat. We filed up the stairs of the crematorium, paying respects at the gold and white casket.

The crematorium was an odd structure. A brand new incinerator was installed in the building, a shiny marble exterior and computerized controls buried in classic Thai architecture.
Everything seemed very matter-of-fact. Everyone acted fairly cheerful, though the family members wore looks of studied neutrality, with a creeping sadness edging into their eyes.
My mom and I talked about funerals and other important life ceremonies on the way back home. We both don't particularly want funerals and I told her that I would completely back her up on not having a funeral when she dies; as long as she puts it in the will so that I'm not viewed as the evil son. I don't think closure requires a ceremony like that and if other people require it...well, I'm sorry, but I don't need an hour of people remembering me. If I die, remember me in your dreams and in quiet cafe conversations, that will be enough.

So Much for Aquiescence...

2007-05-06T11:46:00.000-05:00

Tim Bray of the blog Ongoing came up with a great little concept that I think I'd like to support to continue the success of the American experiment, if only for a few centuries more. His idea? It's time for a radical redesign of our borders. Check out the new North American map and Bray's plan for the redesign.