Monday, February 20, 2006

And Now, For My List!

1. "Casimir Pulaski Day" by Sufjan Stevens
2. "Theologians" by Wilco
3. "We Know Too Much" by Mark Heard as coverd by Michael Been
4. "Something Beautiful" by Jars Of Clay
5. "With Or Without You" by U2
6. "Every Grain of Sand" by Bob Dylan
7. "We Have Forgotten" by Sixpence None The Richer
8. "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails as coverd by Johnny Cash
9. & 10. "Fire And Water" by Buddy Miller tied with
"Flash in Your Eyes" by Daniel Amos
11. "Mysterious Ways" by U2
12. "I Walk the Line" by Johnny Cash
13. "Spark" by Over The Rhine
14. "Your Beautiful Mind" by Kevin Max
15. "Mercy Street" by Peter Gabriel
16. "She Walks On Roses" by Vigilantes of Love
17. "In The Backseat" by The Arcade Fire
18. "Hard To Get" by Rich Mullins
19. "One Day Late" by Sam Phillips
20. "Jungle Trail" by Steven Delopoulos

Friday, February 17, 2006

Your 10 Favorite Songs Have Arrived

1. "With Or Without You" by U2 (41)

2. "Kingdom Come" by Coldplay (40)

3. & 4. "Casimir Pulaski Day" by Sufjan Stevens (35) tied with
"Where the Streets Have No Name" by U2 (35)

5. "The Hallelujah Chorus" by George Frideric Handel (31)

6. "Fire and Water" by Buddy Miller (30)

7. "Broken Heart" by Falling Up (28)

8. "Mercy Street" by Peter Gabriel (24)

9. & 10. "Born" by Over the Rhine (23) tied with
"Burn In Me" by Tait (23)

Thursday, February 16, 2006

The Rope and the Sword

I was supposed to write a 750-word essay for my Writing 121 class. Out of several writing assignments to choose from I decided on one where I was supposed to make a general statement about a group of people I knew well, being sure not to use the first and second person. Well, I got my paper back yesterday and thought it might be fun to share it with you guys, so here it is, as handed to my teacher:

On Those Who Wear Hats

Wearing hats was once a widely enjoyed activity, surpassed in practice only by such entertainments as breathing and sleeping. There is a fellowship among those involved in this practice, one of the more poetically inclusive fellowships known to man; thieves and thespians, priests and pig farmers, wizards and whalers, are all embraced in the order of those who wear hats. Few hat wearers, however, know that they are a part of this group; neither do they know that this group reflects humanity as a whole, but to tell the story of those who wear hats is to tell the story of the Human race, a story both of separation and of a common bond, of categorization and of needs met.

It is not known when exactly mankind first donned a piece of cloth as a hat and the clues history leaves aren't specific. One early clue, cave artwork, depicts animal skins worn on the head, not a hat proper perhaps, but a forerunner to the hat, worn for protection for the elements. Somewhere in between this time and the time of the ancient Greeks and Egyptians the purpose of the hat began to change slightly, shifting from a piece of equipment meant to keep Early Man's head dry while hunting for dinosaurs, to something of significance such as Pharaoh's headdress and Caesar's crown. The hat had now fully emerged, no longer merely a practical expression of survival and common needs, but an ordering device and a sign of rank.

This idea of rank was cemented in the late 14th and 15th century, when the hat was introduced into the world of men's fashion, becoming an integral part of class distinction. In the 1960s and 1970s the hat fell from grace as it fell from the head of the flower child. The hippies threw their hats to the blowin' wind because they saw the hat for what it was, a bond maybe, but also a sign of separation. It was one more restraint cast aside in pursuit of free love and a universal brotherhood.

But what if everyone in history took such a negative view of hats? Had the hat never graced history's stage, organizations such as The Red Hat Society, would perhaps simply be know as The Society, G. K. Chesterton would have to change the topic of his famous essay, "On Running After One's Hat"; the reader of the altered essay ("On Standing Still" perhaps) is pitied. Hats can play a large role on how those who wear them are perceived; consider the career of John Wayne, might he still be known only as Marion Michael Morrison had the cowboy hat never been invented? And it is doubtful whether George Washington's strategic crossing of the Delaware would have been quite as grand if his three cornered hat had not so heroically perched itself upon his powdered locks. Don't forget to take Abraham Lincoln into account too; separated from his trademark stovepipe hat, he would scarcely be distinguishable from any other emancipation-proclaiming, six-foot-four, self-educated politician with which history presents us. It's clear that history and culture would lose a little of their flavor had the hat never stumbled into the light of existence.

But as flower children age into senior citizens the hat finds itself accepted once again. It still binds like a rope, uniting all those throughout space and time who have worn hats, and separates like a sword, rending bishop from pawn, king from farmer, with the mere placement of a feather or shaping of a brim; both Eminem and the Pope don a hat for official reasons, there is a connection there, a brotherhood, but those same hats also separate them, placing them in vastly different worlds.

For average people the hat still bears signs of what it once was, its anonymous wearers perhaps carrying a slight odor of divisiveness, but for the man or woman on the street the bond outweighs that, and when they see each other they acknowledge the history worn on their heads; we are like brothers they say, who have fought epics together, we are like people of the same village, who have loved and hated side by side, we carry the mystery of that scattered tribe called the human race on our heads. But none of this paradox of separation and of unity is put into words; instead, what comes out is simply, "Nice hat."

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Note To My Future Father-In-Law (Whoever You Might Be): Please Don't Get Any Ideas

I thought I'd link to a story and break the monotony of (avoiding) studying.

The story (presented in the form of a blog) is called Jay and the Canoe.

One of the girls here at the WorldView Center gave us the web address for the blog because she knows the guy in this story. By the way, this is a story for which all of my adjectives are very girl-ish sounding so I'll just say this: Girls, prepare to sigh at least once, and guys, take notes. And since it's a blog be sure to start at the very bottom and work you way up. Happy reading!

A couple of side notes:

I hope to have the results for the second annual Foolish Knight "Song Vote" ready by Thursday, and my own list (with commentary) posted as well.

I also plan on posting a paper soon about people who wear hats. It's my first Writing 121 assignment that would be of interest (hopefully) to you guys and I'm waiting for feedback from my teacher before I post it.

(By the way, I love my writing teacher dearly but it is my abiding fear that one day she will stumble on this blog and be horrified at case after case of poorly worded sentences, incorrect grammar, and all around bad writing, all of which have been known to sneak into this blog from time to time. Or worse: I think, maybe she's reading it RIGHT NOW! That would be the scariest of all! Does anyone else have fears like this?)

One more thing: The swelling has gone down so I think I can say this: I'm pretty sure that my nose is broken, seeing as how it doesn't quite point in the same direction as it used to point before I knocked a kid over with it on Wednesday night. Not to worry though, it doesn't hurt and it kinda conveys an air of rugged handsomeness. I hope. And it's not really VERY noticeable that much anyway.

Monday, February 06, 2006


Sorry, I don't have a lot of time so this is going to be rough (and short).

I think that God probably wants you to watch Steve Taylor's movie The Second Chance, on February 17.

Steve Taylor is one of my new heroes, not because of his great music, or the fact that he's a wonderful producer, but something more, what he's doing now to be precise. I mean to put that kind of career on hold, and mortgage your house to go into the SUICIDAL world of filmmaking (more on that later) just because God is leading you there. Well, that's just crazy, however poetic it might be.

Not only is it crazy but it's something I plan on doing one of these days, God willing. So please, go out and see this film on opening weekend and, if it helps, pretend it was me who made it.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Polls Close Today

The voting for your favorite songs ends today at midnight, pacific standard time.