Here for the past few months I've been trying to pick my brain apart (messy, I know) to find out what makes me tick. I have been trying to learn why I like the songs I like. Why do the images and photos that catch my eye, actually catch my eye? Everyone is different and I have been learning how to pin-point what I enjoy and why. Colors and sounds are my focus... not so much smells, tastes, or textures.
I have been listening to songs to hear what going on underneath everything. What is that noise that is so hard to hear that only happens once in the song. Was that a flub or on purpose? I have compiled quite a few interesting things to listen for and because of that I am having to re learn every song I ever thought I knew. If feel like it I might come back later and post an example.
Images.. why do I like you? What colors strike my fancy? What is that placement for? Typography blows my mind. We can have all the same numbers and letters written in all sorts of crazy ways and still read what they say. Have you ever looked at everything as if it were just a line? How does nature know so much about the sights and sounds I like? That bird is so RED and sings such great melodies. What a packaged deal.
I'm up for a change of scenery.
I'm on another rabbit trail.
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
We're In It.
I need this.
"If you're anything like me, then I'm a lot like you. The ice on my toes, lets me know all the places I haven't been. Set me on fire and teach me to love you, like I should"
New songs soon.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
this has nothing to do with the superbowl
More and more I find myself becoming a rogue Christian. But what does that even mean to you? I have my faith, I know what I believe is true. Hm... maybe I should say more and more I find myself becoming a rogue southern baptist. I like secular music, I like alcohol, I don't have the cleanest language. But does that change the fact that Jesus Christ GAVE HIS LIFE for me to do those things?! No. What I do now isn't going to change what happened thousands of years ago. As a matter of fact, I can find Christ more in a good beer than I can in a three piece suit. (gasp!) Not to mention how many more people I can allow to see that I am a Christian through that beer than in a suit. This is not the new church. This is the new day to day living. Maybe this is just what growing up feels like? At least in a Christian perspective. The other day, someone I was having lunch with halted our conversation and stared across the room. Then they looked puzzled. I asked what they were looking at and the giggled and said they had never seen someone pray for their food before. They had NEVER seen someone pray for their food before. Let that sink in. This might seem minor to you, but that has been around me my entire life. But wait, we were already eating... and I know, I did not bless my food before I began stuffing my face. I did not out loud for a reason. For that. very. reason. I knew they would be caught off guard and maybe a little closed off if I did that. Did I hide my faith? maybe. But I feel like by not doing that, I have longer to be around this person and not just have them shut me out. I will choose my battles wisely. The thing is, I know this person knows who Jesus is and what he did, but I dont feel like its up to me to change someones mind verbally. I feel like ive bored you now. Even though no one reads this that I know of. Maybe someday?
Here is an interesting picture.
Thoughts?
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Here is an interesting picture.
Thoughts?
www.chasestuddard.com
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