This one is crying for hymnal lyrics
… call this an apology for the previous video
Let Us Pray
On the off chance you’ve not seen this already:
We need to be aware of what shapes public conception of our religion. Even when it hurts.
Glitz and Glamour
What do you do to show your love for an edgy street artist?
That’s easy, you give him an art expo!
But what do you do if you suspect that his art is actually as illegal as sin and that he stole the billboards he defaced for the display?
That’s just as easy, you cancel his art expo!
Edgy is all fun and games until you, as an artist, realize that too many eyeballs means you will be caught and prosecuted. It’s all fun and games until you, as a patron of the arts, realize that there are some things you can’t sustainably sponsor. Of course, there are some who say that the illegality *is* the art, and that to deface an officially sanctioned and provisioned billboard is devoid of irony and misses the entire point.
There is a loser in this story; it is the idea that all expressions are valuable and that all expressions deserve to be elevated to the highest platform.
Wise Words from Warren
A marvelous interview about the debt crisis, well worth the time to watch:
Warren Buffett is so solid! He just ignores all the hype and melodrama. The man is a rock, and he’s committed to the truth of a situation rather than the perception of it.
In a world of quick money makers who swear that perception is everything, Warren understands that the value of your credit is not set by a rating but rather by whether or not you can pay the bills on time.
Arthur McBride – Paul Brady
I dunno that I’ve ever run across a better sungĀ folk song.
That’s cold, baby
Some compliments just aren’t worth the pain…
Well, I guess you have to say something when you give your captain the heave-ho. “We’re grateful for your heart and soul, Chris, but they won’t buy a third line center in this crazy salary-capped world.”
On a side note, what does it do to your ego to know that someone is willing to pay $3.3M just to fire you?
That’s cold, baby.

