Well, it's come to this...

Reporting from the Burpee house live election coverage, Barack Obama is the next president. Exciting while it lasted, the race is over. Welcome to the Obamanation. Hope you can hold on for the next four years. Unless he gets impeached or assassinated, we are now stuck with a socialist in office. Perhaps things will get better after his term. I implore you to bite the bullet, continue to cling to your Bibles and guns, and explore the idea of a third party candidate for next time. Goodbye for now...

Percussionist at Heart (part 2)

The marimba is an instrument; its notes in the same order of a piano keyboard, only much larger.

The most important part of the marimba is the wood, though many may remember them by the curtain of metal pipes (resonators), which are painted in interesting colors.

The notes (bars) are usually made of Rosewood, a dense, reddish wood that seems to have a very rich reverberating quality. The notes have to be flawless, using the best wood devoid of cracks, and hand ground down to the perfect pitch.

Because of the considerable size of this instrument, marimbas are usually made to be disassembled and reassembled quickly and easily, providing for trouble-free transportation.

Here comes the poetic stuff:

I would describe good marimba music as complex rhythmic patterns dancing passionately over singing wood. Somehow this combination of wood and yarn brings to mind a musical image that few other instruments can imitate. This seems to be music in its most primitive form; carefully selected wooden bars are made to vibrate over individually sized metal chasms. It can produce everything from sweetly singing tones, to dark, depressing feelings; from broad, beautiful themes, to intense, continuous motion.

I'm so sorry I can't put a sample up here for you; I really tried hard.


I cannot help but love playing the marimba, and I hope to make contributions to the world of marimba music, incorporating it into almost every style.

Percussionist at Heart (part 1)

To introduce a new subject here, I decided utilize a little of my musical side. Sorry if I start to sound somewhat poetic in writing this.

First of all, do any of you readers know what a marimba is?

(You must comment on this before I post any more)

Tag...I'm IT...

Well, I don't have anyone else to tag, but I can tell you some things you may not already know.
1. I LOVE pepper-jack cheese.
2. I hate clean socks turned inside out.
3. I love Subaru Bajas!

4. I've lived in the guadalupe sand hills for about ten years now, and have never been stung by a scorpion.
5. I'm a published composer
6. I'm at a Texas Mesquite Arts Festival in Fredericksburg selling cutting boards and wooden crosses, and reading and writing blogs without a secure internet connection. (I love my laptop!)

An Analogy to Evolutionism

I wanted to share with you a little analogy I thought of to describe the ridiculous idea of Evolutionism. For this, you’ll have to depart from your Christian mindset and pretend that you are simply part of the world’s system.
Imagine that you are a writer, and for the past 6 years, you’ve devoted yourself to finishing a novel that you believe is your greatest work. You now try to publish your beautiful story, and introduce the world to an idea so profound and complex, that no matter how closely you examine the details, it only gets more amazing. Immediately, you run down to the publisher’s office and give him the story. He has never published anything by you before, but the comments he makes on the storyline you gave him sound promising, and he says he’ll look it over. Only a day afterwards, the publisher writes you back and says he loved your book. In fact, he loved it so much, that he read the whole thing that very night. He also says he can’t wait to publish it, and, after quite a bit of rambling, finishes the letter with the remark that he thinks it will go down in history as a work of art equal to that of DaVinci.
The publisher has it edited and checked for mistakes, but strangely finds none, and leaves the rough draft unchanged. Very soon after that, you begin to see advertisements everywhere, and you see reviews for it in many magazines. By six month’s time, it seems like the whole population of America has read it, and you see in the news a story on movie producers who are fighting for the rights to make a movie out of it. You see reviews everywhere on the internet by people who absolutely love it. Some experts claim its popularity will succeed Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, even Star Wars. Everything seems to be going fine, until something happens. While looking through a local bookstore, you notice a section of your books. You examine a copy, and realize that your name is nowhere to be found on the cover, and you have to look in the back of the book, where you only find a tiny biography that certainly doesn’t give you the credit you deserve. You write an email to the publisher stating your concern, but he never replies. As you follow up on this occurrence, you notice that news channels are starting to discuss rumors that you didn’t actually write the story, but just found the idea and developed it into a book. This, of course, is not true, but the rumor progresses on anyway. It begins to seem that the media thinks it was originally a folk story passed down and developed through years of storytelling, and that you were trying to take credit for it. Soon, they decide that you were really a con artist, using a phony identity to gain fortune through this story, which has been around since the ancient times. This is ludicrous, since your story relies on numerous elements of technology that could never have been thought of back then. The book continues in popularity, but your name is no longer in it at all, and it becomes taboo to speak of you in schools while discussing your book. It now seems like you do not even exist. You never saw any money for your work, and it is hard for you to continue life, because your name is no longer respectable.
Here’s the key: the writer is God, and his book is all of creation. The publisher and the media is popular culture. Even though there is endless proof against it, the common idea has now become that everything came from nothing, evolving over a absurd amount of time. Most people now days teach that God does not exist.

Back On!

Sorry, guys. I've actually been grounded from computer for the last month and haven't able to write more blogs. I'll see if I can start writing them again, but that may end up only being once a week.

First Video Up

I finished the first Michigan Propaganda Video and I posted it on a different blog for security's sake. There should be a link to it in your email. If you have trouble getting to the site, drop me a comment, and I'll try to fix it.