Cities Apart

Several years ago I met a quiet curly-headed kid who could shred on the guitar. He's now one of my truest friends, and I can't imagine life without him. A couple of years ago, we began writing some worship songs together, and then with the support of our church, we began the recording process. On March 5th, we will release Cities Apart. I'm really proud of this work, and I hope it's a blessing to everyone who purchases it. The profits will support refugees in Memphis. We're not making a huge deal out of that for fear of exploiting our brothers and sisters, but we do want people to know that the object of our affection is the Lord whose concern is for the widow, the orphan, and the foreigner, and so we're putting your money where our heart is.

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Andrew Peterson, Tolkien Style

"I am convinced that poets are toddlers in a cathedral, slobbering on wooden blocks and piling them up in the light of the stained glass. We can hardly make anything beautiful that wasn’t beautiful in the first place. We aren’t writers, but gleeful rearrangers of words whose meanings we can’t begin to know. When we manage to make something pretty, it’s only so because we are ourselves a flourish on a greater canvas. That means there’s no end to the discovery. We may crawl around the cathedral floor for ages before we grow up enough to reach the doorknob and walk outside into a garden of delights. Beyond that, the city, then the rolling hills, then the sea. And when the world of every cell has been limned and painted and sung, we lie back on the grass, satisfied that our work is done. Then, of course, the sun sets and we see above us the dark dome of glittering stars." - Andrew Peterson

If you liked that but you've never read "Leaf, by Niggle" (pronounced Ni'juhl), check out J.R.R. Tolkien's heart-wrenching short story celebrating an artist's journey into sanctification.

The Sci-fi Writers of the 20th Century Would Flip.

Scott Adams, the creator of the Dilbert comic strip, calls today's humans "cyborgs."

“If a cyborg can remove its digital eye and leave it on a shelf as a surveillance device, and I think we all agree that it can, then your cellphone qualifies as part of your body.” He sees the phone as an exobrain: “Your regular brain uses your exobrain to outsource part of its memory, and perform other functions, such as GPS navigation, or searching the internet. If you’re anything like me, your exobrain is with you 24-hours a day.” - via moreintelligentlife.com


Implications? I'm thinking many.