Row, Row, Row Your Sculling Boat

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When I was 15 or 16 my family went on a vacation to my Aunt's lake house in Colorado. One morning, I was outside looking down at the lake and saw a figure moving across in what looked like a long skinny canoe. On closer inspection, I realized that it wasn't a canoe, but a one man sculling boat. In that moment, a love was born in me that is difficult to describe. My heart yearned to be out on that boat in that person's place. Later that week, at a bookshop, I stumbled across a coffee table-style book on rowing. From that time on, I longed to glide across the water like the men and women in the book, with the sun about to rise and little droplets of water hitting my legs as the oars came up, swung forward and dipped back down into the glassy surface.


















I made it my mission to find a way into the sport, despite the fact that I am from middle Tennessee where rowing is not exactly popular.  I could only imagine what it was like to actually row, but I was sure that I would be able to do it flawlessly if given the chance. I bought a used rowing machine and rowed in my bedroom to simulate the feeling....until the machine leaked oil all over the carpet and had to be put away.

My senior year of high school, I got my chance to finally see the sport up close. My English class was assigned the task of writing a research paper on the subject of our choice. I chose, not surprisingly, sculling. Since we had to have primary sources for the paper, I interviewed the coach for the Vanderbilt Rowing Club and attended one of their early morning practices out on Percy Priest lake. I was getting closer to my dream.

My choice of college was also somewhat influenced by rowing. My top picks had to have a rowing team or club; When I chose Pepperdine University, I promptly joined the rowing club. Our team was comprised of mostly non-athletes and frankly we weren't very good because most of us were freshman who had already put on the freshman 15...or 20, if I'm honest. We had to meet at 4 am to drive from Malibu to the marina at Venice. Those were the most exhausting mornings of my life. But in exchange, I was finally out on real water.....goodbye carpet rowing....and getting full-handed bloody blisters, with every muscle moaning, in the fishy smelling marina, the coach yelling, and truly loving it. It really was magical to be gliding, the water at lap level breezing by, and the sun on the low horizon.

I didn't rejoin the rowing team after that first year of college, despite my love for it. I spent my sophomore year in Germany and when I came back to campus in my third year, my workload was too busy to consider sports.

This morning, I went to the gym and watched a couple of people work out on the rowing machine. I try to keep from watching them to prevent myself from getting off my elliptical machine to let them know that their form is all wrong. How snobby would that sound coming from a non-gym employee. But I had rarely ever gotten on the machine myself. Today I spent 10 minutes reliving the feeling and reviving an old dream. Perhaps I can still buy my own sculling boat one of these days, drive down to the lake in early morning and get a quality workout doing the only sport I ever really felt a passion for.

tribute to the family artists

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I have some incredibly talented friends and family. Today, I would like to feature the art works of my sister, Amanda and her husband, Seth. These two individuals are a couple (and a cute one to boot) of the best artists I know of.

Amanda Conley is an incredible jewelry designer and metal smith. Her company, Bijougirl, is featured on Etsy.com where you can also purchase her work or request a custom order.

























































































































Seth Conley, my brother-in-law, is a painter with an exceptional creative eye. His paintings are full of emotion and message. You can view a more works here.












































































He's Half the Dog He Used To Be

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Yum

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As much as I would like to think that I am impervious to the influence of advertisements, after watching a commercial for Dark Chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, I was faced with the perplexing truth...















Yum!

Fireworks and Cannons

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Last night, Jacob and I went to a little spot on top of a hill in Inglewood, about 5 miles northeast of downtown Nashville, where we watched the Nashville fireworks show. It was, as always, a very extravagant performance with fireworks blasting in time with the live orchestra. Because we were 5 miles away, the booming sounds from the fireworks did not reach our ears for some 8-9 seconds after the show started. But once it did, it was instantly reminiscent of the sounds that we might have heard had we been transported to the scene of the war for our independence...cannons and gun shots sounding in the near distance, fire lighting up the sky. Of course you and I only have a concept of this audible drama from movies. Nonetheless it was a bit eerie to close my eyes and imagine that we were really in the middle of a hand-to-hand combat war.

Just as prominent on my mind was the thought that we have no idea how costly our freedom is. You and I have always had the freedom to worship however and whenever we want to, to say anything we feel like saying, to elect our own law makers and officials, and to pursue our own dreams and aspirations. We take our freedom for granted to the extent that we complain when we can't find "anything" to wear on Sunday to church, forgetting that many have died (then and now) to give us the freedom to go to church. Ouch! I seriously doubt that any American living in the late 18th century took those things for granted. They had the graves of their fathers, husbands, and brothers to remind them of the cost of their freedom.

And I am mindful of many people in this world, outside of America, who are living with chains around their ankles, literally and figuratively, because they dare to declare that Jesus Christ is the living God, the savior of the world. Ironically, while Christ followers are tortured and murdered for their declarations, the same God that their torturers abhor, paid the ultimate price for their own freedom. He gave His life to reconcile them to himself, to forgive and love them.

Perhaps that is why these Christians are so strong in the face of persecution. They are constantly reminded, with each blow, of the price that was paid on their behalf. They don't have the luxury of taking their faith for granted.

The good news is that this story doesn't end with a dead God, dead Christians and dead freedom fighters. The unfathomable hope of the oppressed Christian rests in the resurrection of the dead, a risen Christ who beat death, allowing the dead in Christ to rise at the trumpet call of God to be with him forever.

How's that for fireworks!

Mucha

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I am in love with the illustrations of Alphonse Mucha, Czech artists who made a name for himself in Paris in the late 1800's. Mucha is one of the fathers of the decorative art nouveau style. You can see more of his illustrations here.





































































































































It Ain't Over till...

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I thought it might be fun to think of common expressions, aphorisms, idioms and colloquialisms and research their history and/or original meaning. For instance, we know what "come hell or high water" or "it ain't over till the fat lady sings" means in context, but where did these phrases originate and what were the circumstances surrounding their creation. Personally I find this to be a very interesting study. If you think of other expressions for which you would like to know their history, shoot me a comment and I will research it and post a follow-up entry.

"By Jove" - Though you might read this expression in a Jane Austin or Charles Dickens book, it is still commonly used in England, typically in a shortened version (By Joe). "Jove" likewise is a shortened way of saying "Jupiter," as in the god Jupiter- who was the king of the gods in Roman mythology (Zeus is his Greek counterpart). The expression is used to denote surprise, much like "my goodness!" might be used in the US. The phrase first appeared in the 1500's and was made popular by Shakespeare and his contemporaries in the 17th century.

"It ain't over till the fat lady sings" - Apparently this is a contemporary phrase, first used in 1976 ("the Opera ain't over till the fat lady sings") by a sports journalist to say that it [sports event] is not over until it is over. The phrase paints the picture of a crowd at the opera anxious for the final number (the fat lady always sings at the end) so that they can go home. I was surprised that this phrase didn't date back much farther than only 35 years.

"A stitch in time saves nine" - This aphorism was first recorded in an early 18th century book of proverbs by Thomas Fuller, although it could have been used orally for some time prior. The use of this phrase has mostly dropped off in the United States, except by older folks who would have made their own clothing. If you get a hole in your dress and care for it immediately, one stitch might repair it. But if the hole is not tended to, it might get worse, causing you much more work (nine stitches instead of one).  So in other words, don't put a task off that needs to be completed because the problem will only worsen....good advice. I might have to start using this aphorism.

"Kick the Bucket" - We know this to mean "to die," but how exactly did this idiom come to mean that? The Oxford English Dictionary gives these two possible explanations, although no one is certain about it's origin: 1) A person standing on a pail or bucket with their head in a slip noose would kick the bucket so as to commit suicide.  2) The archaic use of "bucket" was a beam from which a pig was hung by its feet prior to being slaughtered. To kick the bucket, then, originally signified the pig's death throes.

"A piece of cake"- In the late 1800’s cakes were awarded to competition winners in rural areas of the United States. For instance, a social custom among slaves was to walk in pairs around a cake. The most “graceful” pair would win the cake. It is speculated that in addition to "a piece of cake", the term “cake walk” also originated from these events. However, the expression and custom of giving sweets out to competition winners may have passed over the ocean with settlers from England or beyond. An English expression, "take the biscuit" apparently originated several hundred years earlier.

"To the bitter end"- surprisingly does not mean coming to a "bitter" end, as in sour, unsavory, foul tasting. The "bitter end" is a maritime expression to mean that the rope was extended all the way, there was no more slack. For instance, an anchor would be attached onto one end of a rope. The other end would have been secured to the "bitts," which were the posts on a ship. When all the rope had been let out, and the anchor was as far out as possible, the rope was at the bitter end. "I'm at the end of my rope" could possibly be a second expression that comes from this same maritime principle.

"By and large"- Today, this means "generally" or "one way or another." This is actually another maritime expression, meaning to sail in and out of the wind. "By" meant into the wind and "large" was to sail at a right angle to the wind. Sailing by and large, a captain would allow the wind to use one sail or another to get where they were going...or in my understand, just sort of let the wind take them.

"Come hell or high water" - This idiomatic phrase, meaning "no matter what," was most likely coined by cattle ranchers in the late 19th or early 20th century. The "hell" and the "high water" refer to the rough terrain and dangerous river crossings through which ranchers would drive their cattle to get to the railheads in the mid west.

"By the skin of my teeth"- Many metaphors that we use today come from the Bible. This phrase is no exception. It is actually taken from Job 19:20 when Job is responding to his neighbor's patronizing comments that he [Job] must be an evil man since such horror has taken hold of him. In Job's response to this attack, he pleads with his friends to have pity on him because "Everything has been taken from me except my teeth and gums." It's meaning today, "it was a narrow escape" is a similar meaning to what Job meant to convey, although there is much more loss and despair in the words of Job than what we impose on this metaphor today.

"A little bird told me" - Another phrase taken from the Bible, "a little bird told me" is a reference to Solomon's poetic wisdom in Ecclesiastes 10:20 that says, "Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich in your bedroom, because a bird of the air may carry your words, and a bird on the wing may report what you say."

Persecuted Christians Around the World

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Need to Decorate Your Walls?

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Many of my friends, at one time or another, have expressed a desire to find inexpensive ways to decorate their walls. So I thought I would compile some ideas that I have used, that friends have used, or that I have seen around.

If you want to submit photos of your ideas, please feel free to email them to me and I will update this post with more solutions. (I am not including my email address to protect against spamming, but most of you should already know it).

Frame pages of an old book or a book cover


































Mount, hang or frame swaths or panels of your favorite material
























Purchase inexpensive material, like burlap, and sew together a unique wall hanging


























Showcase family photos with a criss-crossing ribbon board or paper clip photos on ribbon strung across the wall. (photo courtesy of bijougirl)

















Cut small rectangles from pages of old magazines and paste on a ply board for an interesting collage.
























Use a string and clothespins to hang photos

















For a little more money, use wall decals. Etsy.com has several decal shops.

Post worth reading

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This is a friend's post and I think it is absolutely worth reading...more than that....it speaks about the truth of living a truly free life.