Monday, August 15, 2005

It occurred to me that I should leave a post here directing what fools still come here to Seatbelt Blues, my current blog. It's not quite in the same vein as LtLYC, but I like it. So gimme a ring or a whatever, and swing on by.

I'll give you a dollar?

Saturday, July 02, 2005

The Loss of Will

Dear Friends,

This blog was supposed to be a collaborative effort between myself, and my friends Erik and Ian. Our goal was to blog about what we saw and discussed in the intersection between art and faith, between creativity and the Creator, if you will. As it happened, we'd post major pieces after we'd have major discussions. But, alas, these conversations were less common than we imagined, and when they did happen it became difficult to try and drag a post out of them.

I have to cite two factors for the serious decline in posting. The first is, yes, the difficulty in figuring out what to write. The second, then, would be what still seems to me to be the inexplicable reluctance of my partners to post really much of anything. What began as a group project quickly devolved into a solo job, which is not something I was really willing to carry out. With my associates effectively abandoning Love the Life You Choose, I found it difficult to carry on. Part of it was a bit of spite - "if you guys won't post, then nothing will get posted" - which isn't the most mature attitude to take, that's for sure. The rest was, yes, myself losing interest.

In addition, I have found myself wrapped up in a couple of projects. In addition to continuing work on my novel, I've begun a graphic novel with Erik Teter (erstwhile poster here), both of which, I hope, emanate that Kierkegaardian, Balthasarian sensability I've tried to display here.

So, I am announcing today that, I will no longer be posting on Love the Life You Choose. I won't call this permanent, but I do not at present have any plans to resume at any point in the near future. For those of you who enjoyed reading this space, I invite you to my livejournal, moody/mercurial, where I will continue posting. The beauty of moody/mercurial is that I don't feel the pressure to write long articles. However, I do try to post things of substance there. I would, most certainly, appreciate anybody who makes the jump from here to there.

So, signing off, I'd like to send out my thanks to all of you who kept up with this sad and failed experiment, especially Fred K, our most frequent poster.

Good hunting. Dismissed!

Brian

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Dont Take This The Wrong Way

We love Pope Benedict, but, well, he looks like Emperor Palpatine.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Right Now and Right Here

(A rambling post, but I hope it elicits some thoughts.)

I've been pretty sure of it for a while, but today I'm certain that I'm meant for religious life (which sucks ass because I am this scholar of pop culture, this aficionado of music and movies and literature. I have priorities! I'll have to reassess). Oh, but...music, girl, music! Oh, music! I've always kept pop culture high on my importance list. It's the language we speak. It's the air we breathe.

Ah, I'm just complaining without cause, really. I have this fantasy of being this angel-headed horn-rimmed hipster in a knit hat who writes at length about skanking during a Big D and the Kid's Table concert, or turning my vast knowledge of pop culture into a grand and wonderful fortune (which, for me, is the ability to merely keep up my current standard of living without difficulty). It's just the astounding dancing lure of music floors and movie theatres, the temples and cathedrals of secular America. I am drawn to liturgies in all forms - from mass to concert set lists.

As my friend Julian says, "You're an artist." Yes! yes, that's it, isn't it? That holiday-driven angst, that slow and smirking wonder at the things we can look at and say "this moves me, like faces on the water." I think I am intelligent enough, though, to see that, in two extremes, one being the passing deeds, the angelic, damned songs of the day, and the other being the angel prayers that light up the universe, the eternal face of God, the grim anguish of it all...I think I am intelligent enough to make that choice.

Ah, I choose both!

Thoughts?

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Interesting Dilemma

I have recently acquired a job with a local counterculture magazine. Now, as a young, inexperienced writer, I know I have to take assignments. I know I can't dictate terms here. But, really, I'm very concerned about the ethical implications of some of the assignments of which my editor and I have spoken.

I'll give two examples. The first is dog and cock fighting, both of which are very prominent in Richmond's underground. In one proposed story, I would have to attend such an event and, well, write about it. Are there any ethical or legal problems in attending a dogfight for journalistic purposes?

I propose the same question about checking out a local brothel, another proposed story.

Thanks in advance.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

iSoul

I recently have read news stories about the growing threat of iPod theft. Always, expensive electronic devices are potential targets for thieves because of their high resale value; this is really an inevitability when it comes to any consumer good - cd players, laptops, radios, cars. All of these are really very tempting goals for any ne'er-do-well.

But the iPod thefts are striking people in a decidedly different place: their hearts. I know it sounds strange, but iPod theft is being likened to identity theft. This device is increasingly growing in importance, especially among music lovers, who, as all music lovers know, are intensely passionate about this particular pasttime. To many of these people, it's not just an accessory that's been stolen: they've been violated, they say. Strangers can glimpse into their souls.

Now, to me, this just goes to show that music is very much a part of the human experience, a grand and transcendant gift of God, a means window into the numinous. The best music touches us at the most basic level; it influences our moods, our perceptions, our reactions. It's important. We respond to music in our souls before respond in our heads; before I can tell you about technique, construction, arrangement, I can say that the music is sad, exhuberant, plaintive, exhalting, mellow, harried, jagged, or smooth.

And the music we collect, that's the most personal. That's the music we are emotionally connected to, the music that we've taken into our lives and claimed. The loss of the iPod is secondary to the loss of the soundtrack to your life. Be they wailing guitars or chanting monks, music helps us deal with life. Somehow, this sustained, controlled production of sound reaches us and teaches us and gives us the words and poetry of our waking and sleeping, speaking and prayer.

I feel for you, iPod theft victims. I understand your loss.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Excuses, excuses

Two weeks without an update? For shame! But then, I do have an excuse. My internet access went all wonky and then shut down the day after my last post. It just came back on about, oh, an hour or so ago.

(of course, my esteemed colleagues have no excuse for not posting.)