There’s some space in this concept for this to actually be quite clever. I can’t tell if it’s made by an irreverent Christian or some comedy show.
Author: Nathan Campbell
Nathan runs St Eutychus. He loves Jesus. His wife. His daughter. His son. His other daughter. His dog. Coffee. And the Internet. He is the pastor of City South Presbyterian Church, a church in Brisbane, a graduate of Queensland Theological College (M. Div) and the Queensland University of Technology (B. Journ). He spent a significant portion of his pre-ministry-as-a-full-time-job life working in Public Relations, and now loves promoting Jesus in Brisbane and online. He can't believe how great it is that people pay him to talk and think about Jesus. If you'd like to support his writing financially you can do that by giving to his church.
Become a professional golfer in just 3,600,000 easy steps
Steps on an analog clock that is… this guy is trying to test out that theory popularised by Malcolm Gladwell that expertise takes 10,000 hours. And he’s trying it on golf. Here’s the recipe for expertise…
“The Dan Plan will take six hours a day, six days a week, for six years. He is keeping diligent records of his practice and progress. People who study expertise say no one has done quite what Dan is doing right now.”
That’s from this feature story on the man with the plan – Dan McLaughlin.
His website, thedanplan.com, is tracking his progress (1,400 hours so far).
Fascinating stuff.
Bacon Inhaler: like Ventolin, but not
Exercise induced bacon cravings are a thing of the past – now you can hit the puffer for your hit of bacon flavoured goodness. Though one suspects the people who buy this aren’t doing a whole lot of exercise.
The Back from the Dead Intruder
One can only hope this was produced for some sort of “make a parody of a YouTube hit with a Christian message” competition. And not because these people thought “hey, you know what the world needs – a Christian version of the Bed Intruder song”…
That’s the danger of parodies. It’s really hard to interpret them in context if none is provided. But enough people thought this was a good idea that they volunteered to be part of it…
Via Scotteriology.
Mac v PC – The Infographic
I’m a Mac. I was a PC. But then I got cooler and poorer, and I’ve had no regrets (in fact, a little parcel containing an iPad 2 should be jetting its way to me this week).
From a site called Hunch (where you can see it bigger). I don’t like the bit about being more likely to be a vegetarian.
Greasier by the dozen: Bacon roses
Nothing says “I love you” like a bouqet of bacon. It’s like Valenswine’s Day.
Amy sent me this link, check out how to make them on Instructables.
Bluegrass Mario Bros: The Cleverlys play the Mario Theme
Love this. Mostly because it’s banjo. Partly because it’s Mario.
See also The Cleverlys playing some Beyonce.
Thou shalt not listen to rock’n’roll
It’s almost a year since I discovered the wonders of Jacob Aranza’s Backwards Masking Unmasked. If you’ve missed the anti-rock paranoia of those heady days, here’s a “sermon” for you.
Segway Jousting
Sure. This might be a lotto advert. But it’s a grand lotto advert.
An open letter to Australia’s Television Networks Regarding the Royal Wedding
Dear Seven, Seven2, Nine, Ten, 11, ABC, SBS, Mate, Go, Gem, 1HD, and anybody I’ve missed,
I don’t care about the royal wedding. I’m sure there are thousands, nay, millions of other men and women out there in the Australian populace who feel the same way. On a scale of one to “I really don’t care about this stupid wedding” I’m about a 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. I would rather have my eyelids removed with a potato-peeler than keep them peeled to your stupid coverage featuring irrelevancies like Ita Buttrose, and Dame Edna, who you’ve dragged out of the closet to cover the circus. Only it’s not a circus. There are no monkeys. Actual monkeys I could tolerate. I could even tolerate the Arctic Monkeys – and they are British.
The royal family are, always have been, and always will be, an anachronism. Foisted on us by history. Irrelevant except that they adorn our currency, provide us with an annual public holiday for the Queen’s Birthday, and open the Commonwealth Games. Which are like the Olympics, only we win.
Please stop. Resume normal coverage. Stop blabbering on about dresses. British etiquette. Telemovies about the lovely romance of two boring English people. Don’t take me through the empty house that Kate once lived in as though it is news and not just some PR consultant’s attempt to jack up the price of British realty. And stop interviewing the bogans who went to England for the wedding as though they are normal Australians. They are freaks.
I would prefer a bunch of Biggest Loser outtakes, Eddie Macguire game show pilots, anything with Sam Newman, or whatever non-ratings dregs you can drag up to fill the air – even endless repeats of old seasons of NCIS – and I’m sure I’m not alone. This charade has gone too far. I’m calling it what it is. Television for the lowest common denominator, by the lowest common denominator.
If we were to score some sort of public holiday from this process I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement.
That is all.
P.S – Seriously. Channel 10, I know you think you’re really clever juxtaposing the “food is fuel, not pleasure” mantra of the Biggest Loser with the “we need more butter and amazingly decadent desserts” mantra of MasterChef – but surely some crossover episodes could have been arranged where the contestants from the former learn to eat healthy, but tasty food, and those from the latter learn to cook the same…
That is really all. Seriously.
What should you drink: A flowchart
I think cider might occasionally be in order though… but I do like the way this beer ad thinks.
Via 22 Words.
Fun on the farm
Well blog friends, it has been a quiet old time here the last few days. Hopefully that is all about to change. Part of the reason for the said quietness was the aforementioned essaying. But we also spent the last few days on Robyn’s folk’s farm near Dalby, and despite one of my jobs on the farm being to set up the wireless internet connection, I didn’t spend a whole lot of time on the computer.
This trip to the farm was fun. We took our Canadian friends Mitch and Steph (check out Mitch’s photo blog) along for the ride. Mitch and Steph have travelled all the way from the mystical Canadaland to study with us at the Queensland Theological College. In Canada, amongst other things, Mitch was a poo farmer. Seriously. I think that is fantastic. And they are good company. So we introduced them to a little bit of Australiana. Dalby style.
Here are some photos from the weekend.
This yellow pole thing is called an “auger” or something. It was made in Mitch and Steph’s tiny home town in Canada. Which amazed them. They couldn’t stop talking about it.
Mitch even had me jumping for joy over it. Until I kicked my heel a little bit too hard. And then I was just jumping because I was told to.
We found a red belly black snake.
And then played with some long exposure photography “light painting”…
On Easter Sunday we had an Easter egg hunt, went wallaby hunting on the Bunya Mountains, and drove home (via Mt Cootha). It was a pretty busy weekend. But lots of fun.
How was your Easter?
Ugh: Can’t blog. Writing an Essay
Someday (or some hour) soon I will crack open my unread Google Reader items and blog to my heart’s content. But for now, I’m writing an essay on Scripture and Tradition in the Catholic and Protestant traditions.
Sorry for the boringness. I think the blogosphere, or at least the corner of it I frequent, is the quietest over Easter. And I’m sorry for my part in that.
That is all.
It’s Good Friday, Good Friday, kicken back on Good Friday
I may or may not have internet access between now and Sunday. So in the meantime. Enjoy Easter. Send me chocolate.