In a lull in a second year philosophy class, I poured out my worry to our lecturer. We had been assigned a text which championed being a ‘Christian intellectual’ over an ‘ideologue’, and I recognised myself on the wrong side of that popularity contest. From what I recall, the ‘Christian intellectual’ was characterised as someone who carefully considered ideas. Someone who was slow to speak … Continue reading A bit about a bunch of things: ideology, martyrdom, judgment and Jesus.
I am not an aficionado on drugs or the drug trade. This probably doesn’t come as a surprise, but because of what follows it is important to mention. I don’t have first hand experience but blessed, comfortable naiveté, and I read this book to change that but I did so from a foundation of neutral. What I read ripped things inside of me that were … Continue reading Chasing the scream – when what we think we know is wrong.
“A youth spent trawling Christian bookshops for decent kids music has left me with certain scars. Picture it please, in an age before the Internet, when the holy grail of music shopping was someone forgetting to shrink-wrap the CD so you could actually read the lyrics before purchase. Hear the domino-like tapping of plastic as I rifled through music bins! Mourn for the mountainous pile … Continue reading Kids music matters
6 months ago I went to see a performance of the gospel of Mark. It was hugely affecting, far more than I expected. And when I heard that Moore College – where I live and spend my time – was putting on a similar performance, I was delighted and curious. In the end, tickets were purchased at the last minute and I came sheepishly, the … Continue reading A little Moore drama…
*we could call this a book review… In July last year I googled a word I didn’t understand, which isn’t something you expect to change your life. The word was ‘mimetic’, which relates to imitation (miming), and somehow, post-google, I ended up in the bowels of Wikipedia, reading about a French philosopher and his ‘mimetic theory’. After 20 minutes of ignoring my assignment I ordered … Continue reading If enthusiasm could substitute for intellect…*
Christmas is an old hardback book with a blue cover that opens up to become a star. It is a cheap plastic tablecloth under the real tree, and lights that sing and blink. It’s staying up late on Christmas eve so I don’t wake at 5am, too buzzed to sleep. It’s frosty the snowman every year of my childhood, making me cry. It has become … Continue reading Just hear those sleigh bells jingling….
I don’t know what I was expecting of The Mark Drama, but it wasn’t this. After years of hearing about a performance – part recitation, part summary – of the gospel of Mark doing the rounds in Europe, it was exciting to be in the audience tonight for the Australian debut. Yet primarily it shocked and unsettled me, house lights up for most of the performance, … Continue reading Drama, drama, drama.
This isn’t a blog post about how wrong they got the story of Noah and how angry I am about it. Sadly, a plethora of righteous indignation is par for the course following the release of any pseudo-biblical story, no matter how calmly and repeatedly words like ‘homage’ and ‘influenced by’ are spoken. But you’ll get no indignation from me, righteous or otherwise. Of the … Continue reading Of knowing and Noah – an unexpected review.
I’ve never felt anything like what I felt while watching ‘her’, the new Spike Jones movie, tonight. I hated it. Hate isn’t strong enough – my reaction was visceral and antsy. I couldn’t sit still, wanted to clutch at the walls, leave and gulp in the smoggy king street air. The only other time I’ve written on here about a movie, it was the making … Continue reading On hating ‘her’…
Oh how I loved the Great Gatsby. Not the book. I can’t be having with the book. But the Baz envisaged, glitzy hairband wearing, Leo wincing, Lana singing, flower and confetti filled version made me giddy, and it had nothing to do with camera angles. I probably can’t explain it very well, as anything I attempt sounds fan-girl and gushy. But it isn’t about pretty … Continue reading Good grief the Great Gatsby gave me goosebumps.. and other stories.