Question Evolution!

In case you want the pamphlet of the 15 questions no evolutionist can answer, go here. 

http://creation.com/images/pdfs/flyers/15-questions-for-evolutionists-s.pdf

My usual buttons aren’t working and I don’t know the HTML code to link off hand. 

There’s obviously something wrong with wordpress today. 

And we’re back!

WordPress put a damper on the blog this morning. I sent them a note, and they finally said, “We’re sorry for the inconvenience. We didn’t intend to shut you down.”

So that was why it was quiet this morning.

Hey! The universe must know my birthday is coming up. We landed a couple of jobs next week (right on my birthday). It’s not a big deal. I’ll take the business.

September is going to be a good month for us.

I got an email from my buddy Bill (hey, Bill!) that said, “Thanks for letting me borrow your GoPro to go hang gliding in pristine weather conditions, rafting in a death river and to jump off a 30 foot drop into a body of water … by the way … I lost the GoPro!”

But that means he owes me, like, a MILLION GAZILLION dollars … Happy Birthday to me!

Go pro, friends, go pro. 

On top of that, regular-reader, blogger, and musician Taylor Muse sent me an advanced, super secret copy of his forthcoming album … and it’s so badass that I want to share it illegally with all of you so you can know the brilliance that is Taylor. His band is called Quiet Company, and you should add them to your playlist as soon as you get a chance.

Unfortunately I can’t send you my copy, but I might buy some of you regular readers copies as thank you gifts once it’s released. The subject matter is apropos to this blog, and for a minute I questioned why he sent me the tracks … then I listened to it, and I said, “Holy awesome lyrics about belief and non! That’s why!”

I’ve listened to the album all the way through once, and relistened to a couple tracks. I’ll write a better review in its own post soon, but the music is rich, thick and layered with great nuanced ideas, changes that make me happy as a cat-nipped cat, and vocals that make you want to pick up a microphone and sing along.

There are these emotional moments during some of the songs that grab at my heart strings, and they are accentuated with these moments of excited vocal punches that is nothing short of perfect at the perfect time.

The lyrics are so painfully honest and real that it feels like Taylor dipped into my head and ripped out my thoughts … which is what poetry and music should do, right?

Street Photography

Yesterday, I was inspired to shoot street photography … my version of street photography anyway.

My challenge is to talk to the people I’m going to shoot once in a while. I asked a couple people for permission. The other challenge is to not ask for permission, and get their portrait. I want people looking at me, so that you can know what it’s like to have eye contact with a stranger. Chicagoans don’t give eye contact to strangers, so it’s especially hard.

There was this one girl who I desperately wanted to ask permission, but she was so beautiful that my mouth went mushy. I must get past that.

The show stopper was the shot above. I gave the guy some  money, and asked if I could shoot his portrait. He agreed, and I took a few frames.

Other shots are of people jumping into Lake Michigan. The first one was from a group of guys throwing a wiffle ball and catching it before hitting the water. The other is a group of Irish kids (I think they’re Irish). Their names were impossible to understand as a dumb American. I mean, his name was Ruairi, pronounced Rori.

When the rest of them told me their names, I just cried and walked away.

Click on the images to enlarge. I’ll share more photos soon. I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I have a LOT of really fun ones.

The cuteness of Tina

Yesterday, if you looked in our back window (like the stalkers you all are), you may have seen Tina and I in front of our computers surfing the net.

Tina read two New Yorker articles that were the funniest things you think she’s ever read.

One was this shout and murmur by William Sorensen called, Text Slang for Baby Boomers where you can find such gems as:

NSR = Need some roughage

TXT L8R = Can’t find reading glasses

WWIS = What was I saying?

IV-NV = My kid’s going to big-name college, neighbors jealous

X2EZ = Crossword puzzle too easy

WSWS = Wearing socks with sandals

RxV–>BW = Got Viagra prescription, just need Barry White cassettes

And then she was also giggling her cute booty off about this one from Paul Simm’s titled God’s Blog. 

There were funny lines like:

Not enough action. Needs more conflict. Maybe put in a whole bunch more people, limit the resources, and see if we can get some fights going. Give them different skin colors so they can tell each other apart.

And …

Wow. Just wow. I don’t even know where to start. So the man and his buddy the rib-thing have dominion over everything. They’re going to get pretty unbearable really fast. What You need to do is make them think that there were other, bigger, scarier creatures around a long time before them. I suggest dinosaurs. No need to actually create dinosaurs—just create some weird-ass dinosaur bones and skeletons and bury them in random locations. Man will dig them up eventually and think, What the f?

Now you, too, can share in the cuteness that is Tina.

The resurrection of Marjoe

Ready your gag muscle for this one. There’s been talk of a child preacher show on NatGeo that I have seen listed. The little tyke was featured on NBC recently, and it’s nauseatingly sad.

Kanon Tipton’s dad and grandfather are preachers. Kanon wants to be a preacher because his daddy is a preacher.

Hey Kandi and Damon, we’ve seen this one before. His name is Marjoe, and he showed us how he did it.

The only difference between Kanon and Marjoe … Kanon hasn’t figured out you’re egregiously exploiting him for your profit yet.

I mean, you even combined your stupid names together to make his name. Marjoe was a combination of Mary and Joseph …

You two are sick people.

 

Today in future presidents: Michele Bachmann

The stupid keeps burning brightly with this one. Check out this mega-amazing video of Michele:

I also saw this amazing quote from Bach-mama that will thrill you, if not make you want to re-elect her for 2016:

“I don’t know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We’ve had an earthquake; we’ve had a hurricane. He said, ‘Are you going to start listening to me here?’ Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now. They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we’ve got to rein in the spending.”

Hurricanes that happen in hurricane season … must be the almighty!

Earthquakes happen all the time for eons … must be the powerful hand of YAHWEH.

What is he telling me? I just DON’T know!

I know one thing: God was clear about not invoking his name in vain. It’s a 10 commandment after all. But what would you expect from a person who prays in public?

Photographers that inspire me: Henri Cartier Bresson

Photo by Henri Cartier Bresson

This morning, I saw a blog from Eric Kim called, “10 Things Henri Cartier-Bresson Can Teach You About Street Photography.”

I love street photography. I use it as a sort of “target practice.” I use it to sharpen my skills, to make “mistakes,” and to show homage to humanity.

Photography is my way of saying, “Hey, this is what I saw. Let me show you.”

Go check out the article (linked above) and I’m going to make a date with the streets.

Thanks, Mark I.!

This video will change your life

This is a car wreck. It might also be the world’s best argument that people need a higher power.

Via Clusterflock

“Epic creationist fails of our time #3″

Golden Crocoduck nominee Louis Giglio getting excited.

#1 & #2

I love hurricane-prone areas during hurricane season, too!

Graphic of god says, “I hurricane cities because of their gay people … usually in hurricane-prone areas during hurricane season. 

Via

 

Best fucking roommate ad ever, he’ll cook for you, leave your shit alone, and loves everyone … because he’s a secular humanist, yo!

Tina sent me this article for the best roommate want ad ever. You have to read it to believe it.

It’s a dude from Alabama, and he’ll melt your heart while tickling your funny bone.

“I’ll…cook for you. That’s right! My dad is a chef and taught me everything there is to know about cooking Southern Cajun cuisine. I’ll fry green tomatoes, cover them with marinated crab meat and smother that shit in Bearnaise. EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. Don’t eat meat? That’s fucking FANTASTIC! I’ll make a zucchini and yellow squash carpaccio that will knock your fucking socks off.”

-“I’m respectful, quiet, clean and I won’t bother any of your shit. If you leave shit out, I’m just like, ‘Oh fuck, I better not mess with this shit, because it’s not mine.’”

-“Do you like movies? I fucking love them. We can watch the shit out of some movies together if you like, or go get drinks, or work out, hike, play video games or play a game of one-on-one basketball, or I don’t have to talk to you at all. It’s completely UP TO YOU!”

-“A lot of people ask me, ‘Hey, you’re from Alabama. Are you racist?’ And, the answer to that question is, no. I’m not racist or judgmental at all. I love everyone. I’m a secular humanist. I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE. That’s the only requirement to being a secular humanist actually. You have to like other human beings and want to help them for no other reason than they are human regardless of race, religion or sexual preference. WTF?!!!? Pretty fucking cool right?”

-“I own almost nothing! I’m driving my car from Alabama to California in which I’ll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, eight pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a shitload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you’d like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I’m the most considerate person you’ve ever met. I’m offering to buy you shit already!”

Via