Sunday, August 30, 2009
Each morning, we were bussed out again to a small village named Terazzas. We built a church, built a house, fed a vileage full of people, and told people about the love of Christ. This first day, though, all I wanted to do was hide behind my pen and paper!
I drew lots of caricatures of the locals while I was there. Nearly 200 of them, most of them on two different days.
It was cool to use my talents for HE who gave them to me, and to see people's faces light up when they got the drawings. God truly does use the simple things, sometimes...
Saturday, August 29, 2009
A few weeks ago, my wife and oldest daughter and I went on a mission trip with our church to Baja, Mexico. It was an amazing, life changing event. Here is a quick video posted on YouTube with our pastor, Keith Tower, talking a bit about the trip. At the end, he references me and my family in the story about the guy with the withered hand that was healed on our trip. Praise God! He is alive and is still in the miracle business!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The "real" Tarzan was quite different from the Hollywood versions of him, of course. In Burroughs' books, you really got the feel that he was barely controlling the "animal" side of himself. I put the scar over his eye, since I seem to remember that from the books...the scar would appear whenever he'd go into an "animal rage". The closest Hollywood ever got to him, in my opinion, was "Greystoke" (parts of that were dead-on), and, strangely enough, Disney's Tarzan (minus all of the talking, SINGING animals).
In the comics, I kind of liked Kubert's take and Buscema's, but there was a series about ten years ago, that was drawn by Mark Wheatley (don't remember the writer), that had a lot of the true spirit of the ape man.
Oh yeah, and since I'm a child of the 70s, I remember faithfully watching both the reruns of the goldenboy Tarzan of Ron Ely, and the Filmation cartoons. The latter, looking back, were awful. But, I spent a lot of my childhood playing in the yard, reciting the opening, "I am Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. This is my domain, and I protect those who come here. AHHHOOOAHHHHHH-ahhhh-uhhh-ahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Long live the King of the Jungle!!!
Monday, August 24, 2009
I admit it...one of my favorite things to do is EAT. So, occasionally I will be adding restaurant reviews to this blog. Hope you find it interesting. And, if not, well, hang out a few days and there will be more art again here. Or something. Anyway, my first food entry over here.... the myth, the legend.... BEEFY KING! Is that a cool sign, or what?
Forget Arby's, and all those other pretenders. There is no comparison to Beefy King's roast beef sandwiches.
An Orlando, Florida ( that's where I live ) institution since 1968, this family owned business on Bumby Avenue is tops in my book.
Please.... a great sign, amazing roast beef with tater tots on the side, and an interior that looks like you've stepped back in time to the Brady Bunch era... what's NOT to love?
Long live the King!