Listless

Today was a dull, boring, lonely, passionless day. I barely left my room except to eat and do the laundry, and I found myself unable to produce any kind of creative or technical work. In fact, I had trouble producing anything more coherent than simple sentences. Okay, I’m going to stop this entry before I start sounding like The Apathetic Online Journal Entry Generator. Or The Dullest Blog in the World. Right now I’m going to turn off the war coverage, disconnect from the net, and sit in my chair by the window with a bowl of split pea soup and a good book. Good night.

Emotionalism in Worship

“Rampant Addiction to Emotionalism Discovered in Much of the Western World!” says Jason. Do emotionally charged church services — contemporary or otherwise — help or hinder our worship of God? Do we sometimes find ourselves going to church because it just feels good to worship God, rather than because it is right to give Him praise?

This has bearing as well on our music, because heaven knows I’ve sung more than my share of church songs which, rather than praising God, instead turn into meta-worship which praises the wonderful emotions that accompany praising God. (Or worse, songs which prefer to repeat the word “love, love, love” again and again and just treat it as implied that God is the subject.) These days, when I find myself singing a song that starts singing about me and how I feel rather than how great God is, the song begins to taste sour, and I can no longer sing it. I recently experienced such a pang with I Can Only Imagine, which seems more about how the singer will react to standing before God, and not about the glory of God Himself. (But maybe that’s just me. Sorry, Julie! ;) (Never mind that. I’m just being a stupid, snobbish, heresy-hunting killjoy, especially considering that there are Psalms which praise God through meta-worshipful phrases just like that. Sorry.)

Which is why we are called to take every thought captive to obey Christ, and to prove all things and hold fast that which is good. We need to ask the Spirit to search hearts for any way that is against Him, that we may rise above shallow worship and smash the idol of emotion-worship, that we may worship God in spirit and in truth.

Cool?

Swamped

Classes end in about a month: the second of May, with grad commencement coming in mid-May. In those four weeks between now and May, I have to finish:

– Two Flash-based interactive pieces for Batts, one a nonlinear narrative and the other an interactive artwork of my choice.

– A research-based presentation on the history of HTML and web design for Druckrey.

– One foley sound effects project synced over a 1950’s sci-fi movie for McCabe in Sound 1.

– One more unspecified sound piece for the same class.

– And of course, my thesis for Schreiber, which is enough of a major project to take up the whole month all by itself.

At the same time, I still have my regular job, plus the simple task of surviving Baltimore city life on a daily basis. In wartime. So expect light blogging volume while I bury myself in the work.

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

Why there are no Programmers’ Dramas

All day long he had been working with a function which used “printf” commands to produce output from a database query. Simple and effective, but it meant that he was locked into one layout everytime he called that function, and if he needed the data displayed in another format, he would have to make another function altogether.

Too limiting, too limiting, he would rail in his thoughts, if only there was some way to populate an array with the db output, then just return the array at the end of the function and parse it after calling!

Simple in principle, yes, but he was working with multiple rows from a single query, which meant that the array to be returned would be nested at least two levels deep: one level for the row ID, to separate rows from each other, and then another level for the actual row data itself.

Nested arrays, he grumbled. I hate nested arrays. The less I have to deal with them, the better. He tried to visualize it, to see himself typing out the code which would loop through the row data and nest it within a loop of row ID’s, all nested within a plain old container variable. But he couldn’t do it. Somehow the vision would not come. He didn’t even need to see the syntax error message to know that this was not working.

It hit him later, in the subway station; he had been so obsessed with using foreach loops and muddling over whether to put variables in quotation marks, that he had missed the simpler solution right under his nose: There’s no need to use a loop for everything; just declare the associative indices explicitly on the second level! After a furtive glance around the empty station to make sure he was alone, he whipped out his computer and began typing furiously.

He was going to sleep well tonight. If he could only refrain from blogging…

Poor Raffy…

I called up Raffy today to wish him a Happy Birthday, and was greeted with a raspy, laryngitis-stricken voice. Aw, poor Raffy. Why not pay him a visit and wish him a speedy recovery? Somewhere in California, some fun contemporary worship service is missing his angelic tenor. Get well soon, bud.

Southbound Platforms

Arriving at Union Station, Washington, DC, on the eastmost raised platform. The platforms viewed here serve rails under the station and further south into Virginia.

Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP SD.