tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35128799881134894702024-03-13T14:50:22.650-07:00Stryder's HutAndyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-29033974975788293702011-07-16T09:55:00.000-07:002011-07-17T09:55:32.844-07:00Sherwood - A Different Light<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QBcC54vApgE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-77602229954552510592011-07-13T21:58:00.000-07:002011-07-13T22:09:58.370-07:00Wednesday Poem<a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1107/AtlantisReflection_ingalls900.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 299px;" src="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1107/AtlantisReflection_ingalls900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tall as a white pillar in the sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">Made to climb, to soar, to fly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Make a wish upon a star</div><div style="text-align: center;">For now we say goodbye</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-31163913842300222011-07-09T22:45:00.000-07:002011-07-10T21:03:36.441-07:00Saturday Song...This Day And Age - Second Place Victory<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MBR27G6JCS4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-12678615699853043542011-07-07T10:34:00.000-07:002011-07-07T10:36:56.606-07:00Melvin the Machine<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24504225?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="600" height="425" frameborder="0"></iframe></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-73433290226807141812011-07-06T11:11:00.000-07:002011-07-06T11:50:01.372-07:00Wednesday Poem<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24253126?portrait=0" width="500" height="325" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><p style="text-align: center;">Lights fly past in the blink of an eye<br />Seasons change before I say goodbye<br />Where does time go when it dies?<br />Between the ocean and the sky?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/24253126">Ocean Sky</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/terrastro">Alex Cherney</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-6457054143281294762011-07-06T10:46:00.000-07:002011-07-06T11:45:09.890-07:00Write in Sand with After Effects<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fAkcfeQCS5g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-86132284644288051622011-07-04T11:35:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:35:00.894-07:004th<a href="http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/fireworks-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/fireworks-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Happy 4th!Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-80903937531199505472011-07-02T14:42:00.000-07:002011-07-02T15:10:19.619-07:00Fear turned to joy<a href="http://1000awesomethings.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/night-bike-rider.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 500px;" src="http://1000awesomethings.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/night-bike-rider.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Last night I went on a bike ride around town. It was so nice out. As I was going around town, I went down this one street and there was a cute little red head girl outside with her father. When I rode past, she glanced up. Fear jumped to her face, I startled her. A moment later a smile spread across her face. She lifted her left hand and waved at me. I waved back. That was the highlight of the ride.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-24803193149052327872011-06-30T13:25:00.000-07:002011-07-06T11:44:52.405-07:00Mission Impossible 4<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V0LQnQSrC-g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Will this series ever end? Looks fun still.</div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-48211403846450327322011-06-29T22:10:00.000-07:002011-06-29T12:15:16.703-07:00Wednesday Poem<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2119/2049233526_358678b16e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 347px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2119/2049233526_358678b16e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I hear voices rise in exclamation</div><div style="text-align: center;">I see darkness roll on the horizon</div><div style="text-align: center;">My shadow walks ahead of me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Black shoes kiss the ground softly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Crickets chirp in a unanimous voice</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lights flash on and off without a choice</div><div style="text-align: center;">Four wheels race down an empty road</div><div style="text-align: center;">Going somewhere, I don't know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My destination lies beyond the bend</div><div style="text-align: center;">Green blades ready to defend</div><div style="text-align: center;">White posts stand facing the dome</div><div style="text-align: center;">Been at work, now i'm home</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-10499457824631395312011-06-27T10:52:00.000-07:002011-06-27T10:52:37.399-07:00The Return of the Eagle<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U28W_TyJUhQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>I just saw this movie the other day and this was the best part, this song playing during the credits.</div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-56498693428466295582011-06-25T12:16:00.000-07:002011-06-25T12:24:38.044-07:00The Spielberg Study Method<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><p class="text" style="font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11pt/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span">You may be a preacher, a Sunday school teacher, or just a parent struggling to keep up with your 7-year-old's questions about Scripture. At some time, you've probably felt that your ability to play that role fell short of your aspirations, your best intentions notwithstanding.</span></p><p class="text" style="font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11pt/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Because I have felt those things too, I was delighted to stumble across some new resources which gave my own teaching a little boost. Surprisingly, they weren't books about teaching, but thought-provoking books about filmmaking. Here's why they were so helpful: if your role requires you to understand great narrative, it may be beneficial to consider what it means to create great narrative.</span></p><p class="text" style="font-size: 10pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 14px; font: normal normal normal 11pt/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span">These books on filmmaking increased my passion for narrative by helping me understand and appreciate God's genius for crafting us into his bigger story. What follows are some observations from these books.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> <a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/movies/commentaries/2011/spielbergstudy.html">(read more)</a></span></p></span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-11668450592544304472011-06-25T00:34:00.000-07:002011-06-25T00:35:33.636-07:00Saturday Song - Melodies of Life<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f4RmIqNZc4I?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-53288837140036862012011-06-24T12:29:00.000-07:002011-06-24T12:47:24.784-07:00Blue Jays in the Backyard<a href="http://www.ownbyphotography.com/bluejay-1075C.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 412px; height: 595px;" src="http://www.ownbyphotography.com/bluejay-1075C.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">I was sitting in a chair outside reading when I noticed two Blue Jays in the backyard. One was female, the other male. The male one was flying all around the yard looking for food while the female just sat around. It was funny to watch. He would climb all over our cherry tree and grab cherries and place them between his two claws and use his beak to poke the cherry and shallow the food. It was fascinating to watch. They seemed to chew their food at alarming rate. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">One time the male Blue Jay flew away and the female just chilled on the fence for around 5 minutes just sitting there minding her own business. Then all of the sudden the male Blue Jay would start squawking from somewhere and the female would fly off and go looking for him. Another time the male was sitting on the fence eating a cherry and the female was on the ground squawking up at him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">They seemed to not have a care in the world. They would just do there job because it needed to be done. One went and searched for food the other stayed home and both learned to communicate with each other. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows." - Matthew 10:29-31</span></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-39870811013262080232011-06-23T10:27:00.000-07:002011-06-25T00:05:22.193-07:00First photo of the Hobbit.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbniE79MiaI/TgWIftlcolI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FBdo0GezIJs/s1600/hobbitew1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbniE79MiaI/TgWIftlcolI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FBdo0GezIJs/s400/hobbitew1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622049788235915858" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-54138187272097706782011-06-22T23:59:00.000-07:002011-06-23T00:24:39.457-07:00Wednesday Poem<a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1106/20110615TLEKotsiopoulos900.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 300px; " src="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1106/20110615TLEKotsiopoulos900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">11.59 with no time to waste</div><div style="text-align: center;">I must write something down post-haste</div><div style="text-align: center;">I grab a random photo that looks neat</div><div style="text-align: center;">And say a positive word<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >like, mincemeat?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span><br /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-72429321345671324342011-06-21T09:36:00.000-07:002011-06-21T09:37:11.252-07:00Blue Like Jazz the Movie - Official Teaser Trailer<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e-EEzBTui8w?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-91282095251503807892011-06-17T20:46:00.000-07:002011-06-17T20:51:08.980-07:00Disciple - Eternity<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; ">[Verse 1]<br />All that is behind me, this mess of life<br />Where out of nothing came a beautiful design [1 Corinthians 1:26-28]<br />Know that I've had but a taste of a deathless wine [Matthew 26:27-28]<br />So I give up the flame to the hands beside<br />And I'll be waiting<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Where the desert is covered in roses [Isaiah 35:1]<br />Where I can outshine the stars in a single day [1 John 2:25]<br />The face of God isn't hidden [Revelation 22:4]<br />When I wake into eternity [1 Corinthians 15:51-53]<br /><br />Where the shadows are never discovered [Revelation 22:5]<br />Tears are nothing more than a memory [Revelation 21:4]<br />Death isn't alive any longer [Revelation 20:14]<br />When I wake into eternity<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br />Now I know I see it in your eyes<br />You knew at some point that we'd have to say goodbye [Hebrews 9:27]<br />I looked for this moment for all my life<br />To be caught away in the arms of God [Philippians 1:23]<br />And I'll be waiting<br /><br />[Bridge]<br />When I awake I'll see Your face<br />When I awake I'll see Your face [Revelation 22:4]</span>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-9276065311100239832011-06-15T19:47:00.000-07:002011-06-15T22:42:19.652-07:00Wednesday Poem<a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1106/2011may31planets_argerich900.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" src="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1106/2011may31planets_argerich900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Four colors paint the morning sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">I scan the horizon with my naked eye</div><div style="text-align: center;">The strokes come slow and steady</div><div style="text-align: center;">My canvas no longer white and ready</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I start with red and blue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Followed by saturation and a bit of hue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Colors burst forth to start the day</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is no longer April, but May</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Soon yellow and orange appear before me</div><div style="text-align: center;">From my palette they broke free</div><div style="text-align: center;">To join their family in the scene</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blended together with gray and green</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, my painting is complete</div><div style="text-align: center;">A few mistakes, but otherwise neat</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you God, for the heavens you made</div><div style="text-align: center;">A spectrum of colors arrayed</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-23982999416798196812011-06-11T11:57:00.000-07:002011-06-11T11:58:31.385-07:00Saturday Song!<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EDgTaaJPNvU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Listen to this song all the way through...simply amazing!!!!</div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-60788051617073271752011-06-08T18:10:00.000-07:002011-06-08T18:10:00.462-07:00Wednesday Poem<div align="center"><a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/1011/volcanosky_perrot_big.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 541px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/1011/volcanosky_perrot_big.jpg" /></a>Follow the path to the edge of the sun</div><div align="center">Empty hands, broken, undone</div><div align="center">Life is on the other side</div><div align="center">The search has only just begun<br /><br /><div></div></div>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00400815509216012445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-65136773428011709972011-06-05T08:34:00.000-07:002011-06-19T20:39:58.464-07:00060511I should post more on here.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-25251913902770207002011-03-31T08:18:00.000-07:002011-06-19T21:16:46.812-07:00Spring has offically started!<a href="http://www.okcbroncos.com/Websites/broncos/Images/baseball%20drawing.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.okcbroncos.com/Websites/broncos/Images/baseball%20drawing.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Opening Day!Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-78082345427226304922011-03-23T22:51:00.001-07:002011-03-23T22:51:49.955-07:00July 22nd<object id="flashobject" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" allowNetworking="all" height="272" width="431" data="http://www.etonline.com/media/flash/unicorn/UMInterface.swf"><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.etonline.com/media/flash/unicorn/UMInterface.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="config=http://r.unicornmedia.com/embed/171a1404-17f6-406e-ae1e-9810c92f7803?view=fkey%26view_id=109015&fwAdServer=http://2839.v.fwmrm.net/ad/p/1&fwProfile=cbstd_unicorn&fwAdNetworkID=10297&fwSiteSection=etonlinemain&fwSiteSectionNetworkID=10297&fwVideoAssetNetworkID=10297&fwAdManagerSWF=http://adm.fwmrm.net/p/cbstd_as3_live/AdManager.swf&fwVideoAssetID=109015-et_captain_america_trailer_110323&admode=fw&AllowDOMScan=1" /></object>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512879988113489470.post-55573280873415369242011-03-19T22:01:00.000-07:002011-06-19T21:16:57.300-07:00Saturday Song!<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HaLCBWFuprw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06926514374823192818noreply@blogger.com0