If you ever get the chance to watch a nest of sea turtles hatch, I recommend dropping what you’re doing and running to the beach.
It’s a rare sight and I was lucky enough to witness it with my family on vacation at Fernandina Beach last week.
I’m not a biologist or ecologist or whatever type of “ogist” that would be an expert in sea turtles. That being said, here is my unscientific report on the brief and magical migration I saw firsthand:
The sand above the nest, taped off to protect it by a local preservation society, began to rumble earlier that night. A neighbor came up the beach telling everyone the hatch was imminent. When we arrived the sand was bubbling like boiling water getting ready to explode. Continue reading
A lot of critics have been questioning this final season of Mad Men, as is their job. Seems like there’s been a rising tide of criticism that these last 6 episodes have not been up to the quality of the rest of the series.
One common complaint is that it seems like there’s no urgency to the story. Most people are wondering just what it is this final season and this show in general is all about.
For me this season it’s become fairly clear what Mad Men has been all about this whole time:
Mad Men is about the way Don Draper, and our culture as a whole, seeks meaning in meaningless things. Continue reading
I downloaded a new app for my iPhone a few weeks ago called Timehop. Timehop presents your day in Social Media History, allowing you to travel back to your posts across Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and just about every other outlet (except for Myspace).
It also has an adorable dinosaur named Abe for a mascot. He’s at least 10% of why I downloaded the app.
Timehop is pretty neat. Looking back at all your old status updates and tweets is more fun than you might think. Our old social media posts exist in a weird realm of the internet. They seem so important at first – important enough for us to stop what we’re doing and let the world know exactly what we are doing.
Then, moments later, they disappear, slowly scrolling down our news feeds until they’re simply yesterday’s news.
As fun as it is to look back in history, it’s also a little depressing. Continue reading
It’s almost here.
Hearts are racing. Nerves are jangled. The hours spent rehearsing are finally paying off.
The days spent acting for an empty rehearsal space are about to turn into days engaging with hundreds of children in the seats of the Imperial Theatre.
It’s almost show week.
The curtain will rise next week for 13 performances of Storyland Theatre’s Hansel and Gretel. For a couple of months now we’ve been rehearsing three days a week, memorizing lines, finding our characters, and learning how to sing (well, me at least).
There’s nothing quite like show week. A few days before the week begins you start getting antsy.
You know your lines. You know the blocking. Your costume fits.
You’re ready to stop rehearsing and unleash the show into the world.
I think I get so anxious to perform because it is what God made me to do. Continue reading
Live From New York, It’s Saturday Night!
For 40 years, those 7 words have been uttered from studio 8H in Rockefeller Center announcing the most exciting 90 minutes of television comedy every week.
The most important of those 7 words is the first one – Live.
“Saturday Night Live”, despite what you may think, airs LIVE. It does not air on tape delay. It does not air 3 months after it was recorded. New episodes air live at 11:30 pm Eastern Standard Time Saturday nights.
There’s no getting around this. If the sketches aren’t ready or the actors aren’t prepared the show cannot be postponed. There’s a contract with the network and with the viewers. The show must go on no matter what. Continue reading
I was always nervous about Communion Sunday growing up.
When I was young I wasn’t sure if I should take a cracker from the plate or keep passing it down the aisle. Sure, I was hungry, but was I really allowed to “come to the table” as the pastor would say?
Then, once I did feel comfortable participating, I became nervous about spilling the juice. What if I soiled the carpet in God’s living room with Jesus’s blood?
Communion never meant much more than anxiety to me growing up. I never really got the relationship between a flavorless cracker, a baby shot glass of grape juice, and the immense sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
I thought to myself, “If the life Jesus offers is so full and abundant, why is this remembrance and celebration so stale and bland?” Continue reading
“They probably don’t even know they’re in captivity.”
My girlfriend and I were visiting the Georgia Aquarium a few weekends ago when we heard these words. We were standing in awe of the magnitude of the attraction, blown away by the wonders inside one of the largest aquariums in the world.
One guide was telling us about fish who have been born inside the aquarium. He said those words to us, and that the water is so big these fish don’t even realize they’re not in the ocean.
Of course they don’t. How could they? They’ve never experienced anything other than the aquarium. They don’t realize there’s a whole other world out there beyond the bubble they are in.
Do we? Do we realize there’s more to our life than the bubble we were born into? Continue reading