Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Silliness reigns. There is a new Doctor Who and I have neglected posting in order to sit and watch several episodes a night (sometimes over and over). Last year at this time I was waxing poetic and carrying on about my longtime 'affair' with Mr. Spock. Well, the Vulcan has a rival and he's a brilliant, ever-changing Time Lord called 'The Doctor'.
I started watching Dr. Who back in the 1980s when Tom Baker (still 'the' Doctor to many) played the time traveling renegade Time Lord. The series debuted in Britain in 1963 on the day John Kennedy was assassinated. It ran into the 90s and was cancelled. Stephen Spielberg's company attempted to make an American version, but that fell flat. Then, in the 21st century Russell Davies brought the Doctor back full force in one of the craziest, funniest and most improbably popular series the BBC has seen.
When you watched Doctor Who way back when you had to excercise that wonderful capability we humans have to 'willingly suspend disbelief'. For those of you who don't know, the premise of the show is that the Doctor travels through time and space in his TARDIS (time and relative dimensions in space), saving the universe, but mostly the Earth and human beings. He has many arch enemies including the Daleks and Sonatarans, the Silurians and Cybermen. The ideas behind these creatures were wonderful, but in the 80s most of them looked like they were cobbled together with duct tape and construction paper. (Most likely they were as the BBC had little or no funds then.) The Doctor and the acting were the focus of this mainly children's show, and the acting was always quirky and a little corny. That may not have changed, but the production values have come into the 21st century as the show has, and the characters have matured. One difference is the Doctor's companions. Before, it was never shown how knowing the Doctor affected their lives. He would wisk them off to see the universe, to face life and death on a daily basis, and then dump them back in Croydon with not so much as a 'goodbye'. The new series deals with the effects of the Time Lord on the lives of ordinary people like you and me.
Is it still silly? Yes. Wonderfully so!
Anyhow, this post is a shameless endorsement for the new Doctor Who. It is playing on BBC America right now, with new shows airing on Saturday nights at 9:00. (Of course the show reruns every day at different times as everything seems to do nowadays.) The Doctor has recently regenerated. (Eleven different men have played the title role.) The new Doctor is the youngest ever at 27. His name is Matt Smith and I think he is wonderful.
Check it out.
Images of the Doctor and Doctor Who from www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/dw
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Come and see Marla and go home with a book or other item knowing that your purchase is helping keep history alive!
Taste of the Arts, Time: 5:00pm - 9:00pm Location: Downtown Piqua. 14 area restaurants will be offering taster size portions of their popular menu items. Enjoy an evening of fun with art demonstrations, children's activities, music and more.
Monday, February 15, 2010
If you live in Ohio, the photos at the beginning of this post have become a familiar site this winter. Before today's snowfall, we had a record 31" inches of snow (for February). One thing that is nice about it is that the world sort of stops. Not like it did during the blizzard years back in 1977-78 when nothing moved for weeks, but still, at least this hectic pace that we live at slows down. Due to this blessing of God, I am sequestered in my study with no grandchild and two computers, and am finally catching up on blog postings and websites.
Too bad I have nothing much to say! LOL
The concept behind blogs and Twitter and Facebook still escapes me for the most part. Does anyone really care what I am doing 'right now', I ask? Still, it seems someone does. Perhaps in this impersonal world of the 21st century, social networking has become understandably important. We are not digits. We are individuals, we shout!
Even if that means telling you that I hate peanut butter and am eating instead a Healthy Choice meal that declares on the cover that it is 'real food'.
Heaven help us.
Anyhow, here is what I am doing 'right now'. I am updating four blogs and three websites, and creating a new one (website, that is). Yes, I am nuts. My problem is an interest in so many things. That has always been my problem - too many talents and interests in too many areas and no one great passion to excel at. I remember reading that Rudolf Nureyev knew at 4 years old that he would dance. I wanted to sing and act and write and draw and..... I have done a little of each, but have yet to find one to focus on with that intensity that makes people aware of you. People often say to me, "What don't you do?"
Make money comes the chagrined reply.
Anyhow, if you are interested in all of the ramblings of this particular mind, check out the sites and blogs listed below. Become a follower. Become a fan. Tweet me back. Send me a cow on Farmville. Wash my Petville pet (actually, it's Leah's).
Use all of these blogs and sites and social networks and take a moment out of that hectic schedule you have to connect with me.
That I get.
(By the way, the photos above are out my front and back windows on the Square in Troy OH)
Coming soon - Johnston Farm, an Indian Agency website with online store
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Yikes! My last post was November! Obviously, Lady Faye is not one to journal regularly.
So what has she been doing? Well, up front I will warn you that this is entry is a testimony to what has been going on in my life - no gory details, I promise - but a lot of the blinding light of truth.
I have done several posts about my 'young men'. Well, meet the chief of them! He is at the head of this post as He is at the head of my life, and His name is Jesus Christ. The art above has been done by a man named Ron Dicianni. Even if you don't share my faith - even if you think it is all, as Han Solo put it in Star Wars, 'simple tricks and nonsense', you can appreciate the light, beauty and majesty of this man's work.
From the end of November until now, I have been on a journey with this particular 'young man'. (Hey, He was 33 when His life on earth ended, and I am going to be 52! He's young!) I have come to know Him - no, to 're-know' Him in the way I did as a child. (Which, by the way is an answer to prayer.) By His hand, I have been set free of so many of the petty little things that we allow our lives to be controlled by. You know, when I first read the Thoreau quote, 'The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation,' I thought - nah, they don't. Well, they do. Most people spend their entire lives seeking after a happiness and a 'fulfillment' that eludes them. There is something always out of reach. Something that needs to be obtained to finally have that 'life' we are meant to have.
Let me advance a scenario to you.
A war is raging. One side - the powerful side that will do anything to win - is close to triumph. On the eve of this victory over their weaker enemy, a young woman from the opposing camp is kidnapped by the winning side's most ruthless general and raped. She lives long enough to give birth to a child who is adopted by this general - the man who is responsible for the deaths of the innocent babe's people and culture. This child is raised by the general to believe that might is right, that having 'things' is what matters, and that killing to get it is good. The child is indoctrinated into the belief system of what, unbeknownst to it, is that of the killers of its mother, father, and siblings. Then one day, through secret means, the child finds out who they are. Suddenly they understand the confusion they have always felt, the feeling that what they are doing and thinking is wrong; the longing for something else, something better.... With a shock, they find that they have been born, raised and lived in the enemy's camp. They are not the enemy, but they think like them - how could they do anything else?
Now, if this child manages to escape, will they not still think like their captors? And even if they learn to do otherwise, will this old nature not rear its ugly and powerful head each and every day of their lives, insisting - quite logically - that they have chosen the wrong path?
The good news is, the king of that other land - the one that was 'conquered', actually gave in. He sacrificed himself so His people could live, and live forever. And He left behind a Helper, who will walk with and talk to that child - and every other child so misplaced - guiding them and strengthening them.
But here's the catch - only if they ask.
We have lost the concept of Kingship in our society. For those of you who do not know history, think movies; think King Arthur or maybe King Elessar - Aragorn, from the Lord of the Rings. Still, when you think of Arthur or Aragorn, the image that comes to mind is not that of someone whose throne you can walk boldly up to without being announced, or of a king who calls you - his peasant and slave - 'brother', and then proceeds to wash your feet. It is not the image of a king who is a servant, or of his lowly subject who - by the king's sacrifice - will be lifted to a place above the angels and made partner in His glory.
I encourage you, if you have not given Jesus Christ a good long look in regards to your life and where you are right now, that you do so. I recommend Lee Strobel's book, 'The Case for Christ" if you really want to challenge your mind and beliefs. Mr. Strobel was an atheist and Chicago newspaper reporter. That about says it all, right? He set out to prove that Jesus Christ was not the Son of God, and now Lee is one of Christ's chief modern day apostles. This book (he has many others) is full of hard facts proving all of the above.
I challenge you to read it and come away unchanged.
Paintings by Ron DiCianni used courtesy of Tapestry Productions.com
He Holds the Keys
In the Wilderness
The Second Coming