She who does not illustrate, drew something… with the pencil tool in illustrator. THE PENCIL TOOL. Gosh, lets break all the conventions then.
Anyhoo, I they’re kind of pathetically cute in a very unsophisticated way.
*Appologies for the image errors with full size, I will fix them when WordPress decides to cooperate
Just in case you missed the comment on House Hunt – we got a house! The second one we applied for, which is rather unheard of at the moment. Not our first pick but it’s still pretty darn good. Geoff hasn’t seen inside yet and I’m itching to get my hands on the keys, which will happen Saturday. We then hope to move the big stuff as soon as we can so we don’t drag the process out over the three weeks overlap or so that we have.
Now I have to figure out how to pack everything up because I’ve got this annoying thing in me that wants to go through everything and get rid of the crap we’ve acquired and never really dealt with earlier before it goes in boxes. Not quite sure where to start.
It does well to quote the CS Lewis guy once in a while as I tend to find him quite wise and he simply refuses to be annoying in any way whatsoever- which is much to be said about a theologian. I found this quote this morning and rather than glossing over yet another lot of clever words, I read it, mainly because it had the word renovation in it. That word seems to have jumped around in my face inadvertently lately, like a lemming.
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right, and stopping the leaks in the roof, and so on: you knew that those jobs needed doing and you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably, and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.â€
– C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (London: William Collins, 1970), 172.
It feels like a bit of renovation is going on at the moment.
I picked up a copy of Organic God the other day and it’s one of those books where you kind of get half an idea that God has dumped it in front of you quite purposely.
I am jaded about the church and expression of Christianity that I see, the messiness of the lives around me and frustrated by my own apathy.
Their website looks crap, but the hard copy brochure that one of my bosses waved my way this morning was quite impressive. The concept of roles associated with feet, or rather our shoes is a strong one and whats more, it is quite unique.
This is clever marketing, and although I think the swirly font looks crap (especially in light blue), the overall message is clear, a bit quirky and fun and definitely caught our attention. I would be very happy if I had paid for this concept. It’s nice to see an accountancy firm being a little bit brave in how they present themselves to the world.
The fact that I know a couple people who work at Saward Dawson is entirely irrelevant, besides one of them would kill me if I revealed his more of his identity on the interweb (You’ll have to virtually go through my sidebar to work it out).
Mike Hogan and David Crowder’s book Everybody wants to go to Heaven but nobody wants to die was a lovely surprise. I found it randomly one day on sale (so bought it)- didn’t even know the man had written a book or two despite loving his music for quite a while.
It is a really interesting and honest look at death and grieving and place of the soul in current culture. Although personally having minimal actual musical interest, the speckled lot of bluegrass history added value to the theme and as history tends to be, was actually quite interesting.
I loved the book for it’s Pratchett style footnotes and humor – it’s candidity, and the beautiful sections of prose interspersed through the bulk of the text. It was a relatively easy read once I got used the unusual format and the small sections made it great for that ‘last few minutes before bed’ thing. The combo of personal story, theory, history, prose, IM thoughts and general wikipedia fun was really good mix for me personally, and I would go back and tackle it again sometime to probably get a lot more from it.
Besides all of the thumbs ups for what’s inside, if you don’t care and just want to judge it by it’s cover, by all means, go ahead. I reckon the cover is pretty fun itself.
