Blitzfest Malawi

I've been working on a poster for our upcoming "Blitzfest Malawi" event for a while now and I'm finally fairly satisfied with it. Here it is:

For those who don't know, Blitzfest is a one of the largest events we at the High School Ministry put on each year. We pretty much take the entire month of September to get it all together while still doing the day to day stuff. Last year we had a student art show, an xbox tournament, rides, and 5 hardcore bands of which the headliner was A Static Lullaby. We usually get around 1,000 students at the event, many who have never stepped foot on the grounds of a church; which is the whole point of the night. This year though we have a bit different purpose.


All the proceeds of this years Blitzfest will be used to bring clean water to the people of Malawi, Africa. In developing countries around the world getting water is a daily struggle. Women and children spend 2/3 of their day walking miles to wells that dispense dirty, contaminated water and then walk the long road home with 40 pound jugs. Blitzfest is part of a larger project in which we will be raising $10,000 to build four wells for needy communities. These wells will serve hundreds of people a day with clean water and allow women/children to go to school rather than fetching water.

We're excited about the months ahead.

The Biola Years Vol. 4

As I wrote previously, Stewart Hall had many traditions. They were also big supporters of "community life" and, when it came to the guys, "how to be men" meetings.

I was not a fan of either.

Looking back, I feel a bit bad for what we put our RD through... but then again he did bring a lot of it on himself. Our second year, the RD changed the name of our floor from "The Shire" to "MUNG". We were not pleased. At the beginning of the year, all of Stewart Hall participates in a Survivoresque meeting on the field at night with torches. Every floor was called to attention by their RA who would announce the name of the floor to resounding cheers of all those on that particular floor. It was a wonderful time, full of bonding, and then it got to... MUNG. When we were called upon there were no cheers or shouts, just a lone chinaman named Paul Mattews clapping at an interval of about one clap every 4 seconds and a few guys throwing "the horns". As we left the cult meeting, we passed by our RD who shouted at us, "Men of MUNG!". I figured he wanted a response of equal volume, so as I passed about 1 foot away from him I shouted, "WE'RE THE SHIRE!" and continued walking on. It was a night that would live in infamy.


Later in the semester there was one of the many "How To Be Men" meetings, or what I called "Real Men Spit And Growl" or "I Read Too Much John Eldredge" meeting, that was supposed to be mandatory for all guys. I think I'd take castration over becoming what they thought men ought to be like. It was my responsibility, my duty if you will, to keep The Shire safe. I was the elder and "Godfather" of the floor; believe it or not I was looked to for guidance. Papers were taped to all the doors advertising the upcoming meeting. When I saw the papers, I knew what must be done. When I walked outside my door I ripped the paper off, balled it up, and threw it on the ground right outside the door so that people would know there was disapproval and that they had not simply been brought inside. As I walked to class I stopped at each door and did the same for each of my brothers on the floor. Jeff would tell me later that when he came back after class, our RD was there beholding the carnage. Jeff stopped to watch him bend down, grab an advertisement that had been tossed by the wayside, turned to Jeff and asked, "Who would do such a thing?".

You think it would have been obvious.

More fun with the RD another time.

NYPL Digital Library

I ran across this the other day while looking for inspiration with design projects.

The New York Public Library has digitized over 550,000 images in their possession including manuscripts, historical maps, vintage posters, rare prints, photographs and more. If you have the time, I suggest spending some time perusing the images.

The Biola Years Vol. 3

Eric, Jeff and myself lived in a dorm called Stewart. Stewart was one of the older dorms and had many traditions; traditions that were forced upon unwitting students like myself that just wanted to be left alone. Under the pretense of “bonding”, many floors did things at the beginning of each year that were usually dumb or disgusting. The floor called “Lemonheads” would eat whole lemons, the floor HoM would chug milk and throw up, the dorm as a whole would participate in the “kilt run” where they ran around campus once a year in boxers.

I did none of these things, and I’m a better person for it.

My first year in Stewart was 2001, a watershed year in cinema as “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring” was released. Our floor had been re-named “The Shire” in honor of it. The best way to describe our floor is to use a quote from Old Ben Kenobi, “The Shire: You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious”. It was as if Biola had intentionally taken all the sarcastic, cynical, best people and hid them on our floor. We started some illegal poker nights, at least twice a week we’d be playing cards. Those nights would evolve into biannual no limit hold’em poker tournaments, with hundreds of dollars at stake. If we weren’t playing cards, we were in Hollywood going to Amoeba Records and Roscoe’s House of Chicken N Waffles. Or at the Troubador to see Hopesfall, Coheed And Cambria, From Autumn To Ashes, Thrice, any of a plethora of bands. And if we weren’t at any of those places, you would find us at our computers playing Starcraft and Diablo 2 for hours upon hours on end. Going to Taco Bell at 1am, buying 20 tacos and eating them all while watching “Shanghai Noon”… always “Shanghai Noon”. This was our bonding time, relationships that I still hold dear, made through the non-sanctioned events and practices of Biola. Homework was done somewhere in there too, I think.

More about Stewart tomorrow.

The Biola Years Vol. 2

For some reason Jeff owned a rubber ball named Mr. Strawberry. It was the size of a normal dodge ball, red, a face painted on it, it’s named printed on the back, and it had a scent. The smell made you think the manufacturer had a picture of a strawberry and guessed what it must smell like, since he himself had never actually seen one in the flesh.

One night, Jeff and I watched one of the best movies ever made, “The Shawshank Redemption”. Afterward, Jeff decided to take a shower while I sat alone on the couch with Mr. Strawberry. As Jeff showered, I recalled a certain part of the movie where Andy Dufresne goes into the prison shower and is confronted by Bogs who, in an ever so nice way, let’s Andy know he plans to rape him. Inspired as I was, I grabbed Mr. Strawberry, went into the bathroom, and placed him above the shower door so his face was looking down at Jeff’s disgustingly naked body.

Then the callous Mr. Strawberry said to Jeff:
“Hey, anybody come at you yet? Anybody get to you yet? Hey, we all need friends in here. I could be a friend to you. Hard to get. I like that...”

By the end of the night Mr. Strawberry had been defaced. A bubble shot from his mouth with the words “I could be a friend to you” oozing out his horrible cheshire grin. On the back his name had now been changed to “Gay Mr. Strawberry” and below it Red’s quote stood etched as a reminder for all to see: “Bull queers take by force. It’s all they know or want”.

Sadly, Gay Mr. Strawberry would eventually find his demise one night while trying to force himself on Jeff. He got too close to Fenchurch, our stuffed puffer fish, and expired shortly after. He was soon replaced by Mr. Grape… but we were never the same.

The Biola Years Vol. 1

I was thinking over my time at Biola University.

Those were simpler times. Now that I think about it, I realize now that I haven’t talked much about my years at Biola with anyone other than Rachelle and those who were friends at the time. We didn’t do any partying, drinking, or any of that stuff. We were more the cynical underbelly that dwelt just below the, often times, fake facade of Christianity.

When I say we, I mean Jeff Eckmann, myself, and the intrepid Eric Sorensen. So, I plan on starting to disclose certain tidbits from the past so that everyone can feel the joy and because it’s funny (at least to us it was). Thus begins a blog series…

Jeff and I knew each other only slightly when we became roommates. It was sort of awkward in the beginning. I think the thing that galvanized our friendship in those early stages was Trance. (I just lost bout half the readers I bet). Jeff explained Trance music to me and, to his surprise, I understood and enjoyed the music. He would go on to have the most spectacular catalog of electronic music at Biola, to which I contributed a bit. One day as we drove back to Biola from Best Buy, we saw a banner over a door that said “Free Trance”. We both did a double take, bemused at where this musical gold was, apparently, being given away to the public. The building in question was the auspicious “Taboo Gentleman’s Club”, where fine young women dance naked for money. We looked at each other, the question on our minds was obvious. But before it could be asked, a breeze caught the banner which had been hanging limply revealing a much needed “En”. Assuring the customers that there was “Free Entrance”, not the music stylings of Paul Van Dyk. We both laughed and then I asked Jeff the question that was on both our minds: “So, would you have gone in for free trance??” his response “Yes, yes I would have”.

It’s been 5 years since I lived with one Jeffery O’Brian Eckmann as an Undergrad at Biola University. I guess the nostalgia comes from the fact that very soon we will be roommates once again. Jeff has been offered an internship at the Aquarium Of The Pacific and if he takes it, then he will be staying with Rachelle and I for 15 weeks.

Pray for Rachelle.

Audiobooks

While bouncing around the world wide web tonight I stumbled upon a website full of public domain audiobooks called LibriVox. I already downloaded Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice and Lewis Carroll's Alice In Wonderland. They have quite a large catalog to choose from including: Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, Dante's Divine Comedy, Homer's The Odyssey, Melville's Moby Dick, and more.

Enjoy.

It's Strange...

Last week I turned 26. Yes, one of those inconsequential birthdays that only mark the unstoppable progression toward... 30 *gulp*. The day came and went and I barely thought about it, unlike last year when I turned 25 and had a minor "quarter century crisis". That year I wrote what can only be called a treatise on my life with emphasis on ways not to make the same mistakes I did.

This year was a bit different. One thing that I did spend a while thinking about was how this year marks 10 years that I have known, dated, been engaged, and married to Rachelle. And that in a few short years we will have been together longer than we have been a part. That's pretty crazy to think about.

New Threadless Threads

It's been a while since I purchased anything from Threadless. Frankly, nothing had jumped out at me until recently. Here are some newer shirts that I couldn't pass up.

The Swirl Of The WorldI liked this one from the second I saw it. It's a complex design yet simple in it's execution. I love the tiny little submarine firing the tiny little torpedo!

Parable Paranoia
I love the olive color, the gold foiling around the border, and the fairytale theme. The picture is huge and on an American Apparel shirt. I was just reading that some people have said the image faded after wishing, which I hope won't be the case. I just washed it, I guess we'll see.

Poker Hand Values
When I wear this one around I look like I belong in the Queen Of Hearts' card army from Alice In Wonderland. I can't wait to wear it the next time I go play poker at the casino. This shirt probably grabs the most attention of any of my Threadless shirts. I actually caught a guy taking a picture of me on his camera phone as I sat in a waiting room. The image cover the entire shirt and is printed in a thick, puffy ink.

Go buy some shirts, and make sure to do it from my link so I get free credit!

Hume Lake

I will be heading off to Hume Lake in a few hours with the High School group. This summer the theme is based around the Book of Daniel.... only with Vikings instead of Babylonians.

YAAAARAGGGHHHH!!! VIKINGS!!!

Wait, do Vikings say, "YAAAARAGGGHHHH!!!" or is that only Pirates? Whatever the case, Pirates, Ninjas, and Vikings agree... Cowboys suck.

See you in a week.