Thursday, May 15, 2014
You can't help everyone, but we are aware of tremendous need in our cities, our country, and places all over the globe. So who do you help?
How do you help when you are also aware that your ability to help is limited by your own flaws, sinfulness, and selfishness? When the attempt to help may also unintentionally cause harm?
How is it possible to understand issues and situations much larger than yourself, to get to the root, to know where to dig in?
How do you know your motivations are right?
How do you find ways to use the gifts you have to benefit others?
What do you do?
What do I do?
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
A little more than a week ago, I felt this strong inward desire to spend time with scripture, but being pretty terrible currently at balancing family, work, freelance stuff, band stuff, etc., I have been pretty slack in reading my bible. It then occurred to me that we live in the 21st century and that there must exist some way to listen to the bible while I do other things (like try to make our yard less of an embarrassment to the family). I found a free audio version on Amazon, and though it's dramatized (i.e., kind of cheesy), it's been great. I've been listening to it in the yard and in my car, and I'm glad to have it.
So while that's been going on, it's also been a really strange week. Sunday evening I spent some time at the hospital where a family member needed surgery for a broken ankle. This family member wrestles with an alcohol addiction and managed to nearly bleed to death at home alone (thankfully my brother was close to his phone). On Monday, I helped get this person home, and I cleaned up the blood that was spread all throughout the living room and through the kitchen. It was kind of surreal, like I was in a Law & Order episode or something.
Also on Monday, I got word that a great friend's mother AND grandmother had both passed away within a few hours of each other. I called my friend, and it was very clear how hard this was for him. It kind of sucked that I was so far away and couldn't give him a hug in real life, so I made plans and drove down Wednesday night for the funeral on Thursday morning. I'm sad for my friend and for his loss and for the holes that are left when those we love are gone. I have these kinds of holes, too.
I spent Thursday afternoon on the road and got home to find my neighbor and his little daughter playing in our backyard with our kids. Making pleasantries, I asked him how things were going, and because my neighbor is straightforward (which I love about him), his answer was,"Well, my wife took all her stuff and left. I thought she had just gone out on an errand or something, but she's gone. We have a custody hearing tomorrow." What do you say to that? Just an otherwise normal Thursday with a guy in my yard whose marriage just fell apart watching our kids play with sidewalk chalk.
So here we are on Good Friday, and through the trips to relative's homes to cities across Georgia and back to my own home, I have listened to recordings of the biblical accounts of Jesus' betrayal and crucifixion - albeit, kind of cheesy versions - in my car all week. All the while, without consciously doing so on my own, Easter has come to me in my circumstances, and as I got ready for work this morning, I thought some things.
Anxiety. Depression. Addiction. Death. Divorce. Bitterness. Loneliness. These things are present in a world in which sin entered and broke the perfect mirror that humanity was supposed to be - a clear reflection of God's own image. Now, when I suggest that the world is sinful, I do not mean that my family member is an alcoholic simply because he or she is sinful or that sin directly killed my friend's mother; no, I would not suggest this. It's worse than this, actually, for there is no easy, tidy explanation for the destruction sin levies on anyone. In some ways, it would almost seem just if you could point at someone with certainty and say, "Oh, well,it's clear he was punished for all the horrible things he did. He stole from others; he beat his children, whatever." You know, that's karma, we say. "You get what you deserve." "You reap what you sow." But in truth, there is no such thing as karma and no existential tit-for-tat and sin offers us no convenient explanation.
For all have fallen short, and we all share in the worst that has come about from the day sin entered the world. So you share in the repercussions of my sins, and I in yours, and if we all got what deserved, there would be no kind eulogies from which to remember any one of us. So you reap what I've sown, and I reap what you've sown and we reap what we've sown. We don't like the word "sin," because we think it means "bad things" as determined by others; to me it's more like cancer, which is much harder to point a finger at.
But while we all share together in a broken and fallen place, take heart, the scriptures say, for there is a power greater than this. Because of the events of my week, I think I feel this Good Friday is heavier than the previous ones. The culture of this broken place brought about the death of a Savior because of jealousy and envy and spite and lust for power and misunderstanding and fear and greed. But I take heart, because though all was made wrong on the day we crucified God himself, he himself made a way when no one else could.
And despite the spit I cast on him myself - and despite the addiction and depression and loneliness and pain and suffering of this darkened place - there is an Easter on the other side of our Good Fridays whenever we find them and a God who has gone through the depths himself and simply says to me, "You will not find the living among the dead, but come to me that I may give you life." I'm paraphrasing there.
So I say, thank God. Thank God. Thank God! Praise be to God, who was, and is, and is to come. He is risen! (well, almost... Sunday's coming).
Friday, December 21, 2012
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Friday, July 29, 2011
by Russ Masterson
From The New Yorker’s recent article, The Visionary, about leading technology creator and critic, Jaron Lanier:
Lanier says social sites like Facebook and Twitter dehumanize people and create shallow interactions. He says we maintain an image of ourselves and give interest to other people’s image without real concern for true identity. “It’ll just create a more paranoid society with a fakey-fakey social life — much like what happened in Communist countries, where people had a fake social life that the Stasi could see, and then this underground life,” says Lanier.
Lanier is saying it will only become easier to have two lives: Our online life, one of veneer that creates shallowness and even fear, and our second life, the real one that we let few see. This sort of dichotomy in life and relationships will only create dishonesty and conflict. Yet freedom only comes when we are no longer fearful of being who we are all the time in every place with any person.Friday, July 29th, 2011 . No Comments
This is what I've been trying to articulate (only these guys are much smarter and well, articulate).
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Beginning in January, my band - the Warm Fuzzies - began releasing a song a month. We appropriately called this process "The Fuzz of the Month."
I've thoroughly enjoyed it. Throughout, we've been recording essentially in real time (meaning that we're always dashing to finish the next month's track before its release date), and we're doing all the tracking in our practice space here in Athens with some mix magic afterwards from Mark Tulk and Joel Hatstat.
Nothing about our recording process is perfect - time, equipment, environment, and experience are not on our side - and there are certainly some moments here and there on these recordings that I wish I could do over. But for the most part, it's been a liberating creative experience simply because our deadline of releasing a new song on the second Tuesday of each month leaves precious little time to sit around and obsess over things too much. By necessity, our attitude is this: If I didn't get it, well, we didn't get it. There's always next month.
Take last month's track, All Summer Long, for example. While trying to finish up the track in April, I was on deadline for three weeks with various work projects, sick for five days, and traveling around for the the Easter holiday. As such, we hit the first week of May with no vocals done and only one window on the calendar to make it happen. Naturally, that would be the same day that the doom metal band down the hall in a separate practice space would hold a marathon practice. At one point, Laura stood waiting at the mic while I sat perched at the board so that when we heard them stop, I'd hit record and Laura would try to get a take done before they turned up the doom once more. It was not ideal. I wish I could have that one back; we could do it better.
So do it better next time, I tell myself. And I think we did with this month's track.
But more to the larger point, I've got to learn to embrace my errors, to let them exist out in the open for all to see. To quit pretending I'm not human. I think this is better than the alternative, which would be to sit at my computer and endlessly polish the tracks until all the errors have been eliminated and the surface becomes as smooth as a mirror. But what would this mirrored surface reflect? Certainly not myself, for I will have waxed all the humanity right off of it.
Now, maybe I'm wrong (I feel that way any time I write down my opinions). Maybe I'm trying to justify to myself that my lesser-fi recordings are supposed to be this way. But then again, I'm not trying to make mistakes; I'm just attempting to document some sort of authenticity in an increasingly processed reality (setting aside any discussions of what terms like "authenticity" and "reality" mean). I'm also not against using the tools we have. In fact, I've tuned my own vocals here and there during this project, so I'm participating even as I'm railing against the practice.
The kicker for me, though, is that my attempts to clean up my vocal tracks aren't really that much different to me than the ways we polish our lives online (whether we're talking about Facebook or Second Life or Worlds of Warcraft or whatever), and as creative people, we have to guard against this desire to do this with our art (at least if we want to make great art).
Culturally, we have become self-aware to a point where we allow our creative process to be affected by our own perception of how our works-in-progress will be received by others at some point in the future. We're making bets on what we think people want from us, and we're trying our best to craft whatever we think that is. We're hedging, but with question marks on both sides. This is fine if you're reducing your work (and by some extension, yourself) to a product or commodity, but less so if your desire is really to make good art. The two aren't mutually exclusive, but nowadays it's easy to be both the artist and the Big Bad A&R man who comes to the studio and tells you to write more hits.
You are your worst critic and your worst enemy. You are trying to stop you from making something great.
And the battle for me is in the minutiae I mentioned earlier. It's the "busyness" problem he have these days where we feel that if we're busy, we must be doing something important. Therefore we must be important. If I never finish my record, then, I'll always have something to feel busy over, something to talk about. I can seem like a really great artist because I seem to care so much, and I never have to actually put something out and risk losing that status. But I am sabotaging myself, and it's really stupid.
Let me say that again. It's really stupid. And why do I do this? So that no one will know the truth that I'm fallible? That sometimes (okay, most times) miss the correct pitch of a note? That I'm capable of sucking every now and then? Good grief.
So don't be stupid. Go make things, especially mistakes.
Be human, dang it.
(This was actually supposed to be a simple post about the Fuzz of the Month. I can't do it, people; I just can't do it.)