20 05 2008

I am watching a documentary on HBO about an elderly couple, both deaf all their lives, who get cochlear implants. I have no idea what it is called because the info says it is Little Miss Sunshine, but I have found myself drawn deep into the story of these people. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to not be able to hear, but even more so, what it must be like to live your whole life without hearing a sound only to suddenly be able to hear everything. The noise that we put so easily into the background is instantly all in the foreground all at the same time to the point where you can’t distinguish which sound you should be hearing. 

I love what the father says when asked what the voice he hears sounds like – he says “I don’t know, how do I describe what green looks like.” There is absolutely no reference. They go home and test everything out. The light switches, rubbing their hands on the walls, their footsteps, tiptoeing down the hall, power tools, fans, car washes – everything that we take for granted they are immediately in tune with and amazed by.

It is also heart-wrenching, the pain that they go through with the frustration of not progressing quickly in being able to distinguish different noises. They usually revert to taking their receivers off to return to the “normalcy” of no sound rather than get used to the new sensations.

The daughter, who is narrating the story, said something that hit me hard…”As I watch my mother struggle with all these new sounds, I realize that part of learning how to hear must be learning how NOT to hear; how to tune in what’s relevant and tune out what you don’t need or what you just don’t want to hear….In the car, mom had already stuffed her $7,000 tool in the compartment next to her chewing gum.”

I realize that my life for the most part is sensory overload. It’s so loud that it is hard to distinguish what God is trying so patiently to speak into my life, that I often just give up and put His tool in the compartment next to the chewing gum. Then I get frustrated that I cannot hear only to realize that I’ve already discarded the only thing that can repair what is, in my case, a deaf heart, and turn it back on, wondering why I had turned it off in the first place. I am wired to be around people all the time – it gives me energy, but it’s so good for me to realize my need for quiet, to remind me to simplify and quiet the noise in my life. 

What do you do to quiet the noise?

Next Set

20 05 2008

The next set is being built this week, but doesn’t go in until the first week of June. It’s much more simple than the last two have been, but still has loads of saturation, texture and depth. I will probably post more about the process this time around rather than just the final product. 

Cool Gimick…

7 05 2008

Check out how Sony is choosing to advertise their new environmentally friendly attitude.

read more about it here…



7 05 2008

So…my 4runner and I got in a little altercation with a Rav4 today – don’t worry no one was hurt, but it definitely caused a good bit of damage to both of our cars. It’s so frustrating…maybe even more so that when it happened about a year ago. Probably due to how much I LOVE my 4runner, but it should be patched up and in working order in no time. Drive was an amazing time, but it’s so hard to unpack when things like this get in the way…I can’t even think in coherent sentences! Agh…there goes my Tax Rebate check I was looking forward to!


26 04 2008

Jeans that you are not supposed to wash for six (6) months…really cool or really gross?


Nudie Jeans

check out the gallery before you vote…


25 04 2008

I’m in waco for a couple days hanging out with some friends I haven’t seen in a long time. I’m excited because we are driving to Austin tonight and all I hear are amazing things. Not to mention that I get to hang out with my friend Lane who I also haven’t seen in forever. It’s been a nice break to get away and breathe for a bit. I got to go to an art class with my friend Anna yesterday. We were just going to talk while she painted, but they had an art critic come in a critique their work – I just think critics as a whole are a funny genre of people. I thought it was funny that he said he stopped painting in HIGH SCHOOL. How can you be a part of art and have no expression in it? Maybe that’s why everything comes out vicious. It was interesting watching the student’s reactions to him. I don’t know, I just thought it was funny. Horray for Austin!

Back in the Saddle

16 04 2008

after some awfully cold weather for this time of year and a couple days off the bike, it feels good to have a sunny day to go riding on! Get out and do something, seriously, it’s gorgeous!