Friday, September 29, 2006

Christmas


For Christmas this year, my gift to you (yes you) is pictures. If you'd like anything from my flickr site or that I've posted here, or maybe you've just seen around my house, let me know and it shall be a Merry Christmas indeed.

I can email anything to you in the original size, or print them out if they were taken digitally. Most stuff on flickr was taken at 6.0 megapixels, but there are a few scanned film shots on there as well. I can blow up the film to 8 x 10" for sure, and maybe 10 x 13.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

What Can We Get Away With?

We’ve heard it said that “With Much Wisdom Comes Much Vexation, and Increasing Knowledge Results in Increasing Pain.” I think the fellow that said it was pretty bright too. Hm.

So there are a few obvious was of rationalizing to ourselves how getting smarter brings about vexation and pain. Looking at the word vexation (note, not the original word, but for our purposes…), we see a connotation of nuisance, annoyance. We’re usually vexed by termites in our home, not by divorce in the family. Most of us can probably relate to being annoyed by the asininity of a conversation held between college students on the level of third graders. We hear Chet complain to Kyle about the complexities of Psych 101; We, in our greater knowledge, could deal with said problem in our sleep, and are annoyed by those who struggle with such a simple task.


Hopefully I don’t have to point out that in this situation, while the greater wisdom provided the platform, you still took the step over to judgment and general snobbery.

Here’s another scenario, more addressing the increasing knowledge resulting in increasing pain bit: The world has a lot of ugliness to find. The happy fool sits on his box, sometimes giggling between drool at the pleasure of his simplicity (although of course, he wouldn’t actually be aware of his state as such, but he might have random flashes of enlightenment as to his condition.) But we also know that the simple are killed by their turning away and the complacence of fools destroys them. Maybe not the best option. But be warned that when you seek knowledge, you’ll find that quite a chunk of what’s out there is bad enough to cause you pain. Better to suffer in seeking wisdom, than be destroyed by your apathy.

I’m sure there are a few other ideas out there about how, pragmatically, Smarts = that smarts (hoho). But here’s what I’ve been thinking on the past few days that was certainly new to me: With much wisdom often comes the ability to defend your wisdom. The more you know, usually the better you can explain what you know. Great, right? Lucidity rules. My concern isn’t with simple clarity of expression, but more with the rhetorical swagger that too often tends to accompany “much wisdom.” Often, before a young fella has this wisdom, he’s proven wrong in an argument and has to sit in it. But ah, now that knowledge has entered the picture, he may be able to present his opponent with an airtight case for whatever inane thing he wishes.

Put more simply (hopefully), I think that often what keeps us in check isn’t our better judgment or morality, but the fact that “I couldn’t back this up.” Regardless of my position being right or wrong, I know that my first thought has been something similar at times. “Can I make a case for this? What would their response be? Then what would I say? Ahhh, forget it, I can’t sustain that argument.” Little or no thought (initially) given to whether or not what I’m arguing for is right.


Consequently, with increasing knowledge and much wisdom, the potential for making a solid argument for something ridiculous grows. With a loaded rhetorical arsenal, we sometimes become trigger happy, all too ready and willing to open fire on anything we see.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Art Needs You




I was thinking today about ways to present my senior thesis at the end of this semester, and the idea popped into my head of using some of my photography. As I pictured myself showing and explaining my own pictures, it seemed ridiculous. I thought “Who does this?” Other people should be critiquing my work and telling the group what I was doing, what I intended, because that’s largely what we do in the arts. The creator of what we’re studying is rarely presenting his own material, or even sitting in the back to chime in with “Actually, that’s not at all what it means.”

There’s a certain level of protection for the artist in this. As soon as he puts something out there, the populace will begin dissecting, embellishing, musing, and basically doing whatever they want with it. But the responsibility seems to be somewhat lifted from the creator; and the explanatory weight seems to be shifted away.

But isn’t this fact largely what makes art and talking about it interesting? I’m definitely not a proponent of “everyone’s opinion is equal and we all have the same right to be heard on a level playing field” crap. Some people are vastly more qualified than others to relevantly discuss certain issues. If I were to be involved in a discussion on poetry, the majority of my time would be spent listening, because chances are everyone in the group would be better equipped than I to comment and I know that. But it is the difference of opinions and perspectives that make up a large portion of what’s interesting about art. And unless we’re dealing with an artist harboring some personality disorder, we’ll only get one interpretation from him, and any discussion would involve creator vs. non-creator. Were he alive, would you tell Rembrandt what he meant by painting “Christ on the Storm on the Lake of Galilee,” after he’d already told you?

So in the artist’s absence, we’re able to hold conversations that may make the creator roll in his grave. But we may also touch on something that he didn’t intend at all, and benefit ourselves and others beyond any of his dreams. This more active engagement with art is, I think, what motivates new artists to create. If we were to hear one side of every poem, painting, song, and story, most of us would probably think along the lines of “Well, I can’t do that kind of thing.” I think I would.

Bucer's Bible Study



Bible study at Bucer's, 1:00 on Wednesday. This week we'll read through the entire book of Isaiah aloud, which may take anywhere from two and half to three hours. After that, we'll discuss the book in smaller chunks every week. You're invited.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Observations on Kamp’s “Progress” in the Time I’ve Been There

Having just recently finished my 5th summer of work at Kanakuk Colorado, I’ve noticed a few things about the change (or lack thereof) that I’ve seen over the years.

Some Background:

Kanakuk Colorado officially became a branch under the Kanakuk dynasty in 2001 to offer kids an alternative to hot, sweaty Branson. Kids are also able to branch out a bit from their normal sports and activities they could enjoy back home (which is usually somewhere in the south/south-Midwest). They get to pick from five ‘specialties,’ which are Mountain Biking, Rock Climbing, Backpacking, Fly Fishing, and Wet & Wild (river rafting and lake sports.) Ironically, despite our offering of “something different,” the most popular specialty by far is the one that most of these kids already do nine months out of the year; tubing, waterskiing and wakeboarding. Coincidentally, hoho, it’s also the laziest specialty you can choose. Fly fishing at least requires you to stand under your own power and not be towed about by a boat.

We’ve had basically the same options offered each summer with a few small tweakings. The sameness of the sports year after year for returning kids isn’t too big of a deal, since they can always choose new specialties, and the actual trips that we take them on change almost yearly.

Another aspect of camp is Andy’s “Institute.” Don’t let the name scare you too much, it’s only half as creepy as it sounds. Roughly every other day, the kids are presented with a series of talks from Andy on “Christian worldview” issues with an apologetic leaning. These include taking a look at the media that these kids are immersed in, defining and examining dating relationships, and exposure to other major religions of the world in relationship to Christianity. A lot of work goes into these talks, lots of research and tons of resource-gathering time. During the two weeks that the kids are here, they’re certainly given a bit of info on a multitude of issues that a young Christian deals with. And therein lies the first flaw that I’ve noticed.

The problem can be pretty much summed up in the phrase “A mile wide and an inch deep.” Andy ends up flying through a lot of material just to get through it all. Not only is he not always able to mention everything he intended to, but the general atmosphere suffers greatly when he ends up kicking it into hyperdrive and zooming through PowerPoint slides. No one wants to hear about morality issues with the speed of a cattle auctioneer. It’s hard to think of something as important when it’s flying by you without time or chance for reflection or question.

I’ve known a few campers that have decent heads on their shoulders and aren’t too shabby at thinking for themselves. As soon as they pick up on the fact that Andy is making sweeping generalizations for the sake of time, they tend to have a hard time putting any faith in what he has to say afterwards. On top of that, kids that come for a few years are getting almost verbatim the same talks every summer.

Hearing the same material a few times isn’t necessarily a bad thing. And given that there are quite a few new kids each summer, it’s all new material to them. The problem that I see is that kids who have gotten past the basics that Andy spends most of his time on (evolution, sex, racy movies, etc) and are ready for something deeper are pretty much out of luck. They’re going to hear the same thing they heard last summer, and the summer before that.


What this tends to do is keep kids in a stagnant spiritual state. The common cliché associated with camp is to come off of two weeks with other Christians, “get your life back on track,” and experience “The Camp High.” And of course, like any other altered state, it goes away when you stop shooting it and you’re usually in worse shape than when you started. Camp as a whole suffers from this still-water problem, as the aim is for college kids to be around and influencing high school kids. Staff at K-Colorado average one or two summers of work. With a turnover rate like that, how can you expect to grow as a whole? We’re so busy bringing new people up to speed that it’s a battle to just hold our ground. No thought is really given to maturity as a body.

Now I try not to criticize something at this length without offering some semblance of a solution, so here it is:


Institute: I feel that if Andy were to pick one of the many topics he works with every summer and really focus on that and take the time to explain it clearly and critically, campers would gain more from it. For example, next summer could be all about Creation and Evolution. Appropriate time is given for all the subheadings involved, and he could work without the pressure of everything still to cover in the time given. Next year, focus on the media. Not only would this give everyone a chance to slow down and really examine the issue at hand, but it would work well for kids who come back for multiple summers. They won’t hear the same thing for 11 years (yes, I had a camper who was on his 11th year). There’s also more of a sensation of moving forward, towards something, instead of each summer being a copy of the previous.

I’m afraid my idea for the problem of staff turnover doesn’t have as technically applicable a solution. More or less, people need to want to be there. It truly pains my soul to hear co-workers at camp just finishing their freshmen year of college talking about summer school and internships to fill the next few summers. If you’re “good at camp,” by all means, take advantage of the fact that you have summers off of school and can work at place like K-Colorado.

Up Next: Night Life at Camp or How We Make Camp Sweeter For Those Who Already Love It, and Consequently More Painful For Those Who Don’t.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Only In Dreams

At about 5:00 this morning I found myself in the Logos field house, near the end of a Christ Church Service. I was sitting in the second of two rows of desk/bleachers that ran along the entire length of the building along the side walls. There was a smallish group of folks occupying folding chairs in the middle, near the stage. I was seated about even with the back of the chair group, but about forty yards from them. The building was roughly three times its normal size this morning.

On my right sat Susanna Rench, taking notes with her left hand. I vaguely remember DW making some concluding remarks, but can't remember the details. Then, the overhead LCD projector kicked on, displaying the church's plan for dealing with the issue of "Hurricane Seeds." The first and only bullet item underneath the heading was the word "Frumption."

At this point, Asher Weinbaum, who had apparently been sitting in front of me the entire time, turned around and mouthed the phrase "Mutha Frumption!" with a look that said "Oh yeah, I went there!"

I only remember five or six dreams a year, and they are usually ended by me laughing myself awake. This was no exception.



By the way, isn't Only in Dreams the best weezer song ever?