I made a computer game over the last few days called Lexcess. Here's the website for it:
http://www.bensonbasement.com/games/lexcess/
-Garrison Benson
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The Seer's Tower
Seer: a person endowed with profound moral and spiritual insight or knowledge; a wise person or sage who possesses intuitive powers.
Sufjan Stevens alludes to the tower of Babylon in his song "The Seer's Tower" on his album Illinoise. It is also a meaning-packed pun on the Sears Tower, which has struggled to fill its office space ever since the Sears Robuck Co. moved out, only a few years after they themselves completed it. His song title is an interesting word play on emptiness, ambition, self-righteousness, and of course how small we look from up high. A bird's eye view always makes a destination easier to find.
This photograph was taken from the Sears Tower overlooking Chicago and Lake Michigan.
-David Moore
Sufjan Stevens alludes to the tower of Babylon in his song "The Seer's Tower" on his album Illinoise. It is also a meaning-packed pun on the Sears Tower, which has struggled to fill its office space ever since the Sears Robuck Co. moved out, only a few years after they themselves completed it. His song title is an interesting word play on emptiness, ambition, self-righteousness, and of course how small we look from up high. A bird's eye view always makes a destination easier to find.
This photograph was taken from the Sears Tower overlooking Chicago and Lake Michigan.
-David Moore
The Radcliffe Camera: What Martha Miller Strives to Be
A favorite Study place in Oxford, but sadly no food or drink
-David Moore
-David Moore
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Nantes
Not only do I love this song, but... Nantes is the city in France where I have been living this semester
-Christine Hostetler
Some Photos from Nantes, France
Photo 1 = Mont St. Michel, France- a doorway
Photo 2= pile of motorcycle gang's equipment- in the corner of a sweet little brasserie beside a bay on the French coast; the owners of the helmets were polishing off their foie gras and chevre lunches with dainty cups of coffee
Photo 3= Chateau in the Loire Valley, France
-Christine Hostetler
Thursday, November 20, 2008
The Quiet
In the quiet there is silence, and in the quiet we find wisdom
In the quiet we look into ourselves, discover who we are
The quiet can tell us boundless more than can noise
The quiet refreshes the soul, focuses the thoughts
It gives our minds peace, and disengages the knots
In the quiet I discover the true desires of my heart
God is in the quiet
I love the quiet
-Anonymous
In the quiet we look into ourselves, discover who we are
The quiet can tell us boundless more than can noise
The quiet refreshes the soul, focuses the thoughts
It gives our minds peace, and disengages the knots
In the quiet I discover the true desires of my heart
God is in the quiet
I love the quiet
-Anonymous
Loss Comes Not
Loss comes not to the complacent, but to the forward
Nothing gone toward, nothing lost
But with possibility of loss comes all else
Good, majestic, beautiful and breathtaking
You weigh the cost
You make the decision
-Anonymous
Nothing gone toward, nothing lost
But with possibility of loss comes all else
Good, majestic, beautiful and breathtaking
You weigh the cost
You make the decision
-Anonymous
Rain
Oh to feel the rain on my forehead
To run down a hill being pelted
To skip through puddles splashing
To walk and walk until you are a sponge
And not only me, but with another
Oh to skip arm in arm
To look at each other and smile
To talk and talk over the rain
Oh to walk and walk through the rain
Forever and ever with you
-Anonymous
To run down a hill being pelted
To skip through puddles splashing
To walk and walk until you are a sponge
And not only me, but with another
Oh to skip arm in arm
To look at each other and smile
To talk and talk over the rain
Oh to walk and walk through the rain
Forever and ever with you
-Anonymous
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
can we just pause for a minute
and stop trying to do it right,
stop trying to look the best,
stop trying to have the right answer?
could we entertain hope instead?
harness compassion
with our laughter and songs,
harness newness
by sitting in the presence
of ancient trees,
listening to the groan of winds,
staring into the deepness
of a soft, low, grey sky?
the right answer is in back rubs,
still-shelved merchandise,
still, clean water.
the right answer is in crunchy apples,
in louis armstrong,
and in adopted tears.
the right answer sometimes sits on pavement,
it clutches angry pillows,
it coughs up bitter sobs.
the right answer looks into eyes,
and breaks guitar strings with
furious strumming.
we look best when we
stir herbs into pots of stew,
bite our lips in concentration
between the pages of thick books.
we look best when we
write out desperate prayers,
when we share sorrow
that is not ours.
to walk barefoot,
to walk slowly,
to walk at dusk,
to eat a raspberry,
to eat a gingerbread cookie,
to eat an apology,
to hold a child,
to hold a crayon,
to hold a heart,
to nuzzle into shared naps on a cold days,
to smell shampoo and squeeze hands,
to savor the echo of whispers over a stone floor,
to open windows,
to water plants,
have we done it right?
-Jordan Walters
and stop trying to do it right,
stop trying to look the best,
stop trying to have the right answer?
could we entertain hope instead?
harness compassion
with our laughter and songs,
harness newness
by sitting in the presence
of ancient trees,
listening to the groan of winds,
staring into the deepness
of a soft, low, grey sky?
the right answer is in back rubs,
still-shelved merchandise,
still, clean water.
the right answer is in crunchy apples,
in louis armstrong,
and in adopted tears.
the right answer sometimes sits on pavement,
it clutches angry pillows,
it coughs up bitter sobs.
the right answer looks into eyes,
and breaks guitar strings with
furious strumming.
we look best when we
stir herbs into pots of stew,
bite our lips in concentration
between the pages of thick books.
we look best when we
write out desperate prayers,
when we share sorrow
that is not ours.
to walk barefoot,
to walk slowly,
to walk at dusk,
to eat a raspberry,
to eat a gingerbread cookie,
to eat an apology,
to hold a child,
to hold a crayon,
to hold a heart,
to nuzzle into shared naps on a cold days,
to smell shampoo and squeeze hands,
to savor the echo of whispers over a stone floor,
to open windows,
to water plants,
have we done it right?
-Jordan Walters
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Veritas Forum Art Competition
Here is some news I thought you guys should check out:
We are looking for original student artwork to be presented at this year's Veritas Forum in early January. Two contests with $50 prizes for 1st place in poetry and visual art. We are also running an event called "8 Minutes Max." Juries will be held for any kind of stage performance (dance, theater, short film, song) on January 6. ANYONE INTERESTED SHOULD COME TO A WORKSHOP SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 15 10-12 IN MAAS CONFERENCE. Please help me get the word out. Invite your friends to submit their work!
-Joshua Banner
We are looking for original student artwork to be presented at this year's Veritas Forum in early January. Two contests with $50 prizes for 1st place in poetry and visual art. We are also running an event called "8 Minutes Max." Juries will be held for any kind of stage performance (dance, theater, short film, song) on January 6. ANYONE INTERESTED SHOULD COME TO A WORKSHOP SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 15 10-12 IN MAAS CONFERENCE. Please help me get the word out. Invite your friends to submit their work!
-Joshua Banner
Sunday, November 9, 2008
A little old and I think a lot of people at Hope have seen them, but it may just be all the people older than me. Here are two videos, the first is a pull video that was used to recruit '11 pullers and moralers their freshman year. The second is a music video I did with Ryan Johnson, Nova Hinman, Brian McMahn, and Eddie Helderop for a contest a couple summers ago. Both are filmed on campus, at the black river, or tunnel park. Enjoy!
-Tyler Depke
-Tyler Depke
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Unnecessary
you are the boots that keep my feet dry in puddles.
you are the scissors that turn my paper to snowflakes.
you are the plant that basks on my windowsill--
you breath out air for me to breathe in
the smell of fresh lemons, the ruby of pomegranates, the purr of the kitten under my hand.
you are the honey that melts in my tea cup.
you are the shower that soothes my skin.
you are the fingers that run through my hair--
tickling my neck and smelling its scent.
the magic of first snow, the sweetness of first green, the sizzle of august on my gold back.
you are the socks that warm my feet in movies.
you are the scratch that itches my nose.
you are the fragrance of candles in winter--
spicy warm and glowing like home.
the crack of a bonfire, the calm of a grey rain, the shiver of stars on a glassy cold night.
you are the giggle that tires my tummy.
you are the peppermint tingling my tongue.
you are the fine point of my favorite black pen--
without you, I write poorly, or just not at all.
you are my unnecessary.
-Jordan Walters
you are the scissors that turn my paper to snowflakes.
you are the plant that basks on my windowsill--
you breath out air for me to breathe in
the smell of fresh lemons, the ruby of pomegranates, the purr of the kitten under my hand.
you are the honey that melts in my tea cup.
you are the shower that soothes my skin.
you are the fingers that run through my hair--
tickling my neck and smelling its scent.
the magic of first snow, the sweetness of first green, the sizzle of august on my gold back.
you are the socks that warm my feet in movies.
you are the scratch that itches my nose.
you are the fragrance of candles in winter--
spicy warm and glowing like home.
the crack of a bonfire, the calm of a grey rain, the shiver of stars on a glassy cold night.
you are the giggle that tires my tummy.
you are the peppermint tingling my tongue.
you are the fine point of my favorite black pen--
without you, I write poorly, or just not at all.
you are my unnecessary.
-Jordan Walters
Friday, November 7, 2008
Fall Break in the UP
So for Fall Break I went to the Upper Peninsula and did a bunch of backpacking / random exploring. Here are a few random photos. Feel free to ask questions about the trip – I might even post a little write-up I did for Hemenway's Beat Lit class about the whole experience. Enjoy.
The Son and the Moon
And looking out o’er the waters
At night one cannot see
The horizon’s vast division
Of the heavens and the sea
The first ray of light braves the dark
To open the morning’s eyes
Yet without your command
The sun would not arise
And even though that sun does rise
For some all that is seen is blackened skies.
For though they live in the same world
And are in the presence of the same sun
For them it will always be night
Until to Christ they choose to come
When the sun sets
We still do not stumble in the night
For we have hope in another source
By which to see His light
And as the moon that follows the path of the sun
Is sure to reflect its light
All over the world
Breaking the night
So if we too follow the path
That the Son has set before our faces
We will find ourselves
Revolving around darkened places
And the moon if following the path of the sun
Will return everyday anew
So we will return to those darkened places
Until they call on You
Other stars may rise up in the sky
To try and catch another eye
But there is only one that burns eternally
Seen even from afar
Any other is just a dying star.
And looking out o’er the waters
Where the heavens have come down to meet the sea
The single greatest site that there could ever be
Is to witness the birth of a new dawn
On a once darkened world now free
That is gasping its first illuminated words
“I can see…I can see
And looking out o’er the waters
At night one cannot see
The horizon’s vast division
Of the heavens and the sea
The first ray of light braves the dark
To open the morning’s eyes
Yet without your command
The sun would not arise
And even though that sun does rise
For some all that is seen is blackened skies.
For though they live in the same world
And are in the presence of the same sun
For them it will always be night
Until to Christ they choose to come
When the sun sets
We still do not stumble in the night
For we have hope in another source
By which to see His light
And as the moon that follows the path of the sun
Is sure to reflect its light
All over the world
Breaking the night
So if we too follow the path
That the Son has set before our faces
We will find ourselves
Revolving around darkened places
And the moon if following the path of the sun
Will return everyday anew
So we will return to those darkened places
Until they call on You
Other stars may rise up in the sky
To try and catch another eye
But there is only one that burns eternally
Seen even from afar
Any other is just a dying star.
And looking out o’er the waters
Where the heavens have come down to meet the sea
The single greatest site that there could ever be
Is to witness the birth of a new dawn
On a once darkened world now free
That is gasping its first illuminated words
“I can see…I can see
-Chris Maybury
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Election
News site for the election by Hope students. A little outdated now that the election's over, but still worth mentioning.
www.hopenewsnetwork.com
www.hopenewsnetwork.com
Monday, November 3, 2008
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