Friday, December 31, 2010

"A whistling girl and a crowing hen always come to some bad end" - Proverb I just heard for first time today


I couldn't resist passing this old saying along. Heard it for the first time today. Obviously it comes from a time when whistling was considered the province of boys, and domesticated livestock were common enough that people knew the distinct vocalizations of hens and roosters.

Here it is again in case you have trouble reading it in the photo

"A whistling girl and a crowing hen
always come to some bad end"

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

1 Peter 4:12-13 - The Fiery Trial - sharing suffering and glory with Christ (Word Picture)

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Most "Word Pictures" I do because someone else requested them, or because of an event in someone else's life. This one sprang from one in my own.

A few weeks back, my dear wife was in the hospital getting treated for her migraines (she'd spent the previous 3 weeks never getting below "8" on the pain scale.) My mother was visiting family. I was home alone.

The fibromyalgia pain hit me harder than any pain had since I was walking along and my femur snapped. Even for someone accustomed to pain, this was INCREDIBLE.

I took all the meds I could, talked to my wife on the phone as long as I could, brought in Ambrose the Papillon. All through those dark, scary, lonely hours I kept thinking of this verse and its sister in chapter 1 (verses 6 & 7), and I kept thinking to myself Either this is true and its what is going on, or I have died and gone to hell.

Its hard for those of us who live in suffering to find meaning in it, much less hope or proof of God's love. This is one of the texts which most speaks to us in such times.

While my suffering was physical, it need not be for this text and this Word Picture to be applicable. I've known emotional and spiritual suffering of equal intensity to my current physical suffering. (I greatly prefer physical suffering to the other kinds!)

The 4x6 and other standards

This is now the 2nd Word Picture I've done which is standardized to print correctly at 4x6 without cropping issues. Since the original image was a stitched together panorama, this took more math than I thought I'd ever do in my life!

Similarly, it features the smaller file size and standardized credits information first seen in the Psa 46 Word Picture. The credits are differently placed in this one because the source was a panorama not a still picture.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Christmas memories: My parents' first in Indianapolis

While my wife and mother were trimming the tree this year, my mother got to talking about Christmases past.

My parents' first year in Indianapolis, they could afford to buy a tree, but not ornaments. (They were a young couple with two little boys, my father just starting out.)

So they put a big red ribbon on the tree, tied it in a bow, and hung Christmas cards on it instead.

I wonder if either of my much older brothers remember that Christmas...

Monday, December 20, 2010

The life of an icicle - set to Vivaldi's "Winter" (Video)

This is the first "art for art's sake" video I've done in a long time. I enjoyed doing it. If you enjoy watching it, that's a bonus.

The original video was an hour long. Except for the 10 seconds at the start and finish I sped it up almost 10x.

Note especially the water running along the large icicle on the left, and most of the way through the video the little icicle forming in the upper right.

The music is played by the USAF band and is available at musopen.org and archive.org - it is public domain

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This has nothing to do with suffering or angst or anything related except insofar as it was a distraction from them. Its always good to "stop and smell the roses" but when your life is constant suffering, its VITAL.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Tess is in room 1772, Community North, Indianapolis - RIGHT next door to my femur / cancer room

Tess went into the hospital yesterday. She's in room 1772 of Community Hospital North, Indpls (http://www.ecommunity.com/north/) if you're local - she'd love visitors! If you have her #, calls etc. are nice too.

She's in the room right next door to the one I was in a year ago. Its pretty freaky for her, as she remembers wandering the area after my thankfully erronious terminal cancer diagnosis.

The nurses remember me for something different- my rugs! Naturally I obliged by working on one when I went to see her today.

Its always a long hard haul when she goes into the hospital, she's been very bad for quite a while, and of course my fibro doesn't relent just because her migraine has gone thru the roof, so I'm too exahausted for words... or to see straight.