Saturday, September 29, 2007

Christian's new music

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

My 15 year old son Christian, has uploaded two of his songs on his band site:fair weather friendit is the first time that he has made public his singing talents. He did all the vocals, guitar, drums, mixing etc...all him.

Ralph Bakshi's LOTR orcs...

So we were watching this today with my son and his friend Andrew. If you have seen the old Ralph Bakshi's 78 movie version of part one and two of the Lord of the Rings; you know that the orcs talk in a rough, garbled like voice, nothing pretty, as it should be. But in the end of the Rotoscoped film (which I like) you have them all singing as they march towards battle (see video clip).

Andrew comments from the couch:

"One thing...orcs are good singers."

Silence...I bust up laughing.


Death of a loved one...

I officiated a funeral for the mother of a friend of mine Thursday. The elderly husband was there remembering 54 years of marriage to his wife. It was my first official funeral with all the formal stuff at the funeral home, following the hearse and graveside ceremony etc. I didn't know the woman, so I had to dig deep, read about her life and listen to the Spirit of put together a memorial service that had meaning. It's moments like these that crafting words is a gift that I enjoy. Weaving together scripture, poems, memories and prayers to gently lead people into the presence of God and to reflect on the joys and sorrows of living. I wrote this poem to capture the challenges of trying to share in a moment the beauty of a lifetime with someone. The apostle James said that all of us... “will pass away like a wild flower. For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed.” (James 1:9-11) I based my words on this scripture.

Lost in a Field of Flowers.

I stumbled on a a hidden canvas,
a field that’s only audience was heaven’s gaze.
Each step through the wild artists glen,
was scented by a thousand open faced flowers.
Their only intent fill the air with beautiful intoxication's.
Such elaborate waste it paint the season for such a short time.
Who casts their pearls of delights onto the open ground for birds,
wandering deer and passing clouds?
I wondered in my delight.
I plucked a flower for my journey home...delicately holding its splendor in my hand,
in hopes to hold onto the moment and to share with another.
But each step away...was one step closer to a moment when it was not, as it had been.
We can not hold the flower forever...except in our our minds...
But in moments of quietness,
when the warm summer’s breeze stops me by the nose,
I smell that day...that moment...and I am alive again,
lost in a field of flowers.

This music video captures some of what I saw and felt:When you're gone

Homeless teens...

This video is very moving to me. If you have ever worked with street kids in any town, you can instantly relate to the girl in this video.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Lil Mama and Avril...

I dig this video. I don't know it's just fun. It reminds me of "ye-ole-youth-pastoring days". One of the blessings of working with teens, especially teen girls, was the laughter. So many memories of laughing. This video captures the "spunk" of teen girls that I loved. Attitude, playfulness and oh so hip. I'm not a big rap fan but Lil' mama can rap, I've always liked Avril, so the remix of "girlfriend" with these two is jammin.
girlfriend remix

Seduction...a christian virtue?

If you dig to far into my family past, you might not like what you find. You see, my family has got stories...really sick, perverted stories. Some of them can make your skin crawl...but that’s my family. Depraved, possibly cursed but family still. See, way back my old grandma’s slept with their father. In fact, ended up getting pregnant by him...and wanted it to happen. Yep, we have issues in my family. Getting knocked up by dad...doesn’t sit well with most religious folks. Imagine being raised with that over your head...your granddad is your dad...that can mess with your mind.

But to be honest...I am not sure I fall too far from the tree. You see when you are raised in that kind of world, you pick up on all the tricks of the trade, the language, the vibe, the ways of seduction. You learn that your body is a tool to get what you want. You realize you got power baby. And I’m not afraid to use it, if I have too. Just like my grandmama’s before me...I am attracted to older men, especially if they are rich! I am not afraid to go after what I matter what people might think.

I remember one time, I got a job working for this older guy who had a pretty financially prosperous business. I noticed that he noticed me. You know how it show a little something, you catch their gaze...flirt a bit, you know. He hired me and soon was inviting me to lunch. I could read him...he thought I was hot. I was quite a bit younger but life had been tough and I needed a break. So I started moving in...playing the game. I could tell he was hooked and I started reeling him in.
I pulled out all the womanly fact one night I went for the kill. I put together an outfit that I knew would make a man’s heart melt and his knees get weak. Pulled out my best perfumes and hit the town.

I knew he was at a party in I showed up late...after I knew he would have been slamming down the booze. Sure enough, he was getting drunker than a skunk and ended up passing out in a little room in the back of the house. I made my move and slipped in and slipped under the covers. it wasn’t until late that morning that he woke say he was pleased, is an understatement. Even though he was a respected member of the community and probably was nervous about my under the covers meeting...he didn't want me to leave. I stayed in bed with him the rest of the night and slipped out in the morning...making sure a few people saw me...the hook was set.

Needless to say we got hooked up and now...I’m set for life. I’ve learned a few things from my family...sometimes a woman has got to do what a woman has got to do.

My name is can find my name in the linage of Jesus, the Son of God and I am one of only two women in the bible that have awhole book named after fact the other one, to power about the same way as I did.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

The tiger's claws come out...

How terrible it will be for those who make unfair laws, and those who write laws that make life hard for people. They are not fair to the poor, and they rob my people of their rights. They allow people to steal from widows and to take from orphans what really belongs to them. (Is 10:1-2 NCV)

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." -Martin Luther King, Jr

Pray for the people of Burma and the brave monks that are leading the protests. Pray that the blood of the people will awaken international action. That the sacrifice of the sons and daughters of Burma will not be in vain. And remember our Lord said: "No one has greater love than this, that one should lay down his life for his friends.- John 15:13

What you can do right now...

This buddist monk lifts a upside down rice bowl in definace of the Burmese dictatorship. He is standing in the face of a military tiger that eats its own...with no remorse.
His future is unclear...but his choice is not.

He is doing what he can let's do what we can.
Here is one thing you can do right now.
I have just read and signed the online petition:
"UN must act ,Call for action on Myanmar Military Government ,Now !!!!"
hosted on the web by, the free online petition
service, at:

If you can spare a moment, please take a look, and consider adding your signature.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

What I have set on my TV digital recorder

Bionic Woman: The pilot was a good first look at this promising retelling of a childhood fave. I look forward to seeing if this series holds up.
What is with all the new buff chicks wearing tight black matrixish body suits?

KID NATION: I didn't think I would like this, but I did. At first it seemed a bit cruel but then I realized that my reaction was a byproduct of our soft culture sensitivity forced-education seeping through. Buck up you sniveling knee-biters and get out there and see that you can survive without mommies cookies and tv. I dig it.

SURVIVORMAN: More tame than Man VS Wild but a little more realistic too. I watched a recent behind the scenes show and they showed some clips of a cobra in a nest that they almost got bitten was intense. Real stuff, real dude, real good.

HEROES: Eh....well, I loved the first season, but the first show this season was...ok. Come on flying boy hovering outside teen girls window...every boys fantasy but not good tv. I hope it picks up.

PRISON BREAK: This show is getting tired but I liked the last season...but how much can you do with a show called Prison Break...before breaking out is boring. We will see.

Battlestar Galactica: This is the show I cant wait to see this season.


At least four people including three Buddhist monks were killed Wednesday as Myanmar security forces used weapons and tear gas to crush protests that have erupted nationwide against the military junta.
Two of the monks were beaten to death while another was shot when he tried to wrestle a gun away from a soldier and the weapon discharged, two senior Myanmar officials told AFP.
They said the monks were killed near Yangon's Shwedagon Pagoda, Myanmar's holiest site and a key rallying point for the clergy leading the protests now posing the biggest challenge to the junta in 20 years.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Free Burma

Like Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela Aung, San Suu Kyi has become an iconic figure through her support for non-violent resistance against the military junta in Burma. In 1991 she was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize but has spent 10 of the last 17 years under house arrest in Burma. Pray for Burma now, there are major peace demonstrations erupting, led by students, monks, nuns and the common people of Burma. Pray that this uprising would lead to major shifts, changes and the peaceful removing of the military leaders from their oppressive power. This is the first major public demonstrations since 1988 when there was major retaliation, bloodshed and imprisonment. God willing, we will see the answers to thousands of prayers for the people of Burma in the days ahead.

Pray for the uprising in Burma

Burma: An Urgent Call for Prayer

There has been a request from inside Burma urging people of all faiths to join in a prayer vigil for for the next three days. Inside Burma they have asked that everyone pray in their doorways or just outside their houses for 15 minutes at 8 pm Burma time on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, as sign of solidarity and an appeal for the restoration of democracy in Burma.

For those in the United Sates who would like to join in this, 8pm Burma time is 6:30 am PST time and 9:30 am EST.

If you cannot pray at this exact time please try to pray at anytime that you can.

Thank you and God bless you and God Bless the couragous people of Burma.

-Christians concerned For Burma (CCB)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

John Carter of Mars...make the movie, please...

My one request before I die...well, I have a few others, but for the sake of the post...would some really fantastic studio/director please put Edgar Rice Burroughs Martian Chronicles into a butt kicking film. If you want to read a great SCI-FI fantasy book, read the first book in the series: "A Princess of Mars".

provocative quote...

But at length, O God, wilt thou not cast Death and Hell into the lake of Fire—even into thine own consuming self? Death shall then die everlastingly, and Hell itself will pass away, and leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.

Then indeed wilt thou be all in all. For then our poor brothers and sisters, every one—O God, we trust in thee, the Consuming Fire—shall have been burnt clean and brought home. For if their moans, myriads of ages away, would turn heaven for us into hell—shall a man be more merciful than God? Shall, of all his glories, his mercy alone not be infinite? Shall a brother love a brother more than The Father loves a son?—more than The Brother Christ loves his brother? Would he not die yet again to save one brother more?

As for us, now will we come to thee, our Consuming Fire. And thou wilt not burn us more than we can bear. But thou wilt burn us. And although thou seem to slay us, yet will we trust in thee even for that which thou hast not spoken, if by any means at length we may attain unto the blessedness of those who have not seen and yet have believed.

-The Consuming Fire’ by George MacDonald

Our church is growing...

We will be meeting for the first time in our East side of Jacob's Well. We have been working for the last year to renovate the old space to become our service/sanctuary for Jacob's Well. We will be hosting a special service in the under-construction area this Sunday. Come join us as we watch a special video presentation that will cover where we have come from and where we are going. I will be sharing about "what God does with an idea" and how together we went from idea to reality...becoming what we prayed to become. Should be a great Sunday.

Monday, September 17, 2007


Every man has to grow some facial hair at sometime in his life. I could grow a full beard at 15...helped me buy beer and get older babes and hid a lot of zits. I have had various conglomerations of facial hair styles through the years, some from the chart above. But facial hair has an on again off again popularity. Most people are anti-beardites...especially women. But the time has come to allow what is left of the testosterone to bloom upon the naked boulder of my chin and sprout all its briar like least until LeeElla wont come near me anymore.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Thursday, September 13, 2007

IRONMAN...I'm all over this.

movie trailer

canoe trip part one: Bears are scarry...or at least the thought of them

Ok...I'm back from my canoe excursion on the Little Spokane River and Upper Priest lake, ID.
Important things learned...when in the woods, particularly the isolated, way up in the wild should carry a gun. Now as fond as I am of the above picture of the age old mountain man...I failed to notice the fear chasing, mind calming sedative in his arm...a big rifle. I now have a new goal...get a gun, a big gun, one big enough to stop a bear or cougar dead in its tracks if needed.
I should of listened to the Ranger when he said : "You know the berries are all gone and the bear are hungry"...or when the camp host who was still at the closed campsite, waiting for his grandson to come from "Missoreeeee" to hunt bear said he was talking to an hunter he called "the bear man" and he said there was a grizzly up on trapper Creek that enters upper Priest. Or how he had to chase 5 black bears out of camp that summer and how a grizzly was seen in Nordman, an area not to far from Beavercreek where I was talking to him. But none of that really sunk in until I was miles from civilization at a deserted little camp area on upper Priest lake. I didn't really think much about bears, cougars or the absence of people until it started growing dark and my outpost "camp gunna die" started getting darker. of course about this time the noises start getting louder...and now looking back, I was camped by a creek that poured into the lake...not sure if it was called Trapper's creek. The fire was comforting but my little buck knife just didn't seem that menacing in the face of a 500 bear or Bigfoot. I was frustrated. I had painstakingly hauled all my gear via canoe up t this lake via a 2.5 mile beautiful river to this pristine mountain lake to play Grizzly Adams and forgot about safety. But as I sat there, looking at the 'bear proof" metal containers for storing your food in, that every camp site has...I realized, I didn't have what it took to stay the night out there...alone.

So...I loaded up my gear and put out my fire and launched back out into the lake for a grueling, against the wind return. I ended up having to portage out my canoe and gear via a trail because I was too tired to tackle the lower lake back to my truck. So I hauled the giant two man canoe up a trail...i thought I was going to die from exhaustion.

Learning point number two...a buddy is essential in camping in the wild and for helping carry a canoe uphill.

I will return...with a gun and a buddy for sure.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Why I walk in the woods...

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.” -William Blake

There are moments in ones life when eternity engulfs your present moment like a dream. Time stands still and you hover momentarily in the arms of life eternal in the now. Yesterday was a holy epiphany for me. As I stood in the immense beauty of the canyon, with majestic, white bouldered hills jutting triumphantly into the azure blue sky...I hung in between eternity and time.

As I was dwarfed under the giant Ponderosa pines, like a child looks up to a parent...I felt small but in the safe sense. For me nature has a sooting way of awakening my hardening heart. My soul seems to grow old faster in the city...but in the woods, by the stream, under the canopy of limb and leaf...I am born anew.

Philosophy begins in wonder.-Plato

When I stand in creation...I stand before the Creator. It is revelatory...breathing out voice to my deafening ears.


There is more to life than increasing its speed. -Gandhi

It slows me down...I can hear my heart again, beating in my chest. A little fear tinges the back of the neck in such uncontrollable wild. Being at the mercy of larger more hungry beasts, or the unknown good for the mind. It reminds you that you are alive and that you are vulnerable but present. Each step is a new sight, a fresh scent, a familiar or forgotten sound. The corner ahead is anticipated vs the nagging trepidation found in normal day to day activities that push you instead of lure you. Here the next is juicy like a second bite of a late summer peach. You find yourself having to stop just to prolong the slightly orgasmic pleasure of each moment. Walking becomes an act of discipline to drink it all in.

The most effective kind of education is that a child should play amongst lovely things.
-Plato (427-347)

I also am doing the holy work of navigation. Creating a path for others, most importantly my children, to follow. Discovering holy temples to worship in. Unearthing natural anvils that will resound for years with the forging of memories. Each child reawakened when they step onto dirt or slide into water, with their shoes off. What is more rewarding than passing on a love for being free to roam, to explore, to discover? All without cost.

Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.
-Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)

I pray that what I find in these moments, in these places, will be as important to those who come they have been to me. That is why I walk in the woods.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Little Spokane River scouting trip...

I scouted out the multiple Drop-in and take-out spots on the Little Spokane River today in preparation for this weeks canoe trip. It should be about a 3 hour trip through some of the most beautiful natural area I have seen in this region. I was stunned by the tremendous beauty of the Little Spokane River Natural Area. I've posted a few pictures that I took with my pitiful cell phone camera. These pictures dont do it justice, I am in need of a new digital camera after we dropped our last one hiking Bowl & Pitcher in Riverside State Park. I plan on leaving real early in hopes of coming upon the wild moose that frequent the area; I saw plenty of evidence that they are there...I hope to capture one on camera during my trip. The native American rock paintings were amazing as well...crazy to imagine as you are standing there, of the history you are are surrounded by.

You can see more of my pictures of the area here:

Lewis who?

In an effort to document my travels, journeys, adventures and expeditions in the great North West..I will be posting photos and video in the coming days. I will link to the galleries of these most glorious treks here in the side bar and at the WILDMAN site.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

10 Schrute Bucks for Steve...

We had Dr. Steve Crosby speak at our church today...what a wild ride!
I thank God for giving Spokane such a gift.
Our church is better because he is living out his calling in this town.

Babette's Feast

Saw this the other night...I've been wanting to see it for awhile and thanks to comcast dvr...I snapped it up. It is one of THE BEST films with a spiritual theme. Brilliant. Slow at first but so worth it, the whole movie is rich with spiritual truth. Really amazing. Bravo!!!

Here is a synopsis from another guy:

Babette's Feast is a beautifully simple movie about an austere Norwegian religious community.
Babette, who had been a refugee from France, cooked for two women in the community. Their father had founded the sect years before. His vision had been to prepare for the new Jerusalem by strict observance of religious practices on earth. Poverty, simplicity, chastity, the denial of earthly pleasures -- these were their values. And they faithfully practiced them even long after their father's death.

Lacking their father's strong vision and stern hand, the women observe that their little group is growing fractious. Relationships are tense. Joy is lacking. The original dream is growing as old and tired as the members themselves.

The founder’s hundredth birthday is a few weeks away. Babette asks if she may prepare something special for the occasion. The sisters fear the potential extravagance but consent despite their reservations.

Their fears are not unfounded: all kinds of exotic foods and wines appear at Babette’s kitchen in the days preceding the feast. Horrified, the sisters call the community together. They’ve committed themselves to the denial of earthly pleasures: how can they honor their founder while engaging in such decadence?

The community shares the sisters' misgivings, but determine to attend Babette's feast. Sufficiently warned, they decide they’ll just ignore the taste of the food. “We have no taste buds,” one of them says. The rest agree.

But they can’t do it. As it turns out Babette had been a world-famous chef in France. She has used her entire lottery winnings to prepare a lavish meal for this small community of faith. The dinner is exquisite: beautiful settings, fine wine, a meal befitting royalty. Despite their reluctance they cannot help but enjoy the feast.

As the evening progresses a subtle change begins to creep around the fellowship. Barriers which had existed between them begin to break down. Pettiness melts away; in its place hints of joy, of forgiveness, of love. The visiting General who had left the community long before said it well: “Mercy and truth have met together.”

Extravagant grace was extended to an unsuspecting, undeserving and ungrateful community of saints. It worked its magic in their little fellowship. A wife kisses her husband. Estranged friends bury the hatchet. A blustery winter evening becomes a beautiful moonlit night. The community pauses around the well as they exit the home. They hold hands and for the first time in a long time sing with heartfelt joy and love. An elder gentleman remains as the others leave. His arms extended, he says, “Hallelujah!”

Thursday, September 06, 2007

NE view from Deep Creek Canyon

We hiked back up Deep Creek Canyon on a new trail on the west side of the canyon. The view and various rock formations was amazing! Almost as mesmerizing as the trail through the canyon itself. It really is a fantastic hike.

tree hugger

Friends hiking...

A bunch of us went for a hike on Monday, Dan took this shot, he's got a great eye.


In the last post I refrenced books I am or have lately read, they are: "Walden" by Henry D. Thoreau. I finished reading "Into the Wild" by Jon Krakauer. The point of the last post is the communication gap, that often exists between heart and mouth and person to person. It's a matter of the chrysalis of revelation, maturation and contemplation...acts that are often painfully personal...and apt for misunderstanding. I think it would be like explaining what being pregnant is like. What woman could really connect about that with a man...I dont think the true essence of the experience is going to be one that both could truly share. As for what I am trying to say...I was trying to express the inner frustration at various things that frustrate me and challenge me concerning life at this moment.

It's hard to explain I guess...the dominant rule of triviality is a despotic lord these days. We waste so much time on stuff that has no eternal value. Hours are spent living a second life, while the real one is shrinking, shriveling and slipping away and it seems everyone loves it so. Doesn't this enrage anyone? I find it quite the scene in Titanic when the musicians are playing soft music on deck of the sinking ship...a melodic masterpiece to soother the doomed and apropos.

I have been challenged to resist the banality that is putting its boot into the face of meaningful conversation. There is a place for laughter, for entertainment, for light hearted refreshment but not at the expense of real life. Like an alcoholic who is drinking himself into an early grave...we are being sloshed into slavery by our own numbing escapes! Our own self induced comas are hamstringing us from running the race of life. We are falling asleep and we applaud every devilish narcotic that sends us there. These two books were like a hard mamma's slap across the stung but made me pay attention!!!

As Thoreau said: "I did not wish to live what was not life...and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived...I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life..."

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

a glimpse of the pearl...

"One who has just come from reading perhaps one of the best English books will find how many with whom he can converse about it...our reading, our conversation and thinking, are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and manikins." -Thoreau

Ugh...I read this and sighed...

I just finished reading such a book and I am currently reading another more dense, moral stretching, values pinching book and am frustrated to be fermenting such words locked inside me. Even blogging about it seems empty of being able to truly touch the depths of the truth expressed in these books. It feels like I briefly opened a sacred clam and saw the pearl, even touched it and yet now, it has closed upon me. Leaving me but a nagging memory of a world worth living in.

And yet, people walk by me, talk on and on, mumble about trivial things, bark at shadows and I am left to speak with tongues of angels only...unable to articulate the glories and the sorrows read.

Sometimes I hate reading...

sounds good to me...

"I took men to Jesus Christ and left them there." George Fox

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Can you tell they are related?

Destiny and her aunt Angela
I didnt even recognize Des when Angela showed me this picture...

Sunday, September 02, 2007


This movie could have been so much better...2 stars for me. I think it has THE WORST dialogue in a movie I have ever seen...oh, it was horrible! Cliche, choppy, painfully acted...but the story was not bad and the action was ok. I love vikings and this movie has some bad dudes in it but it was just way over the top...the violence was trying to be brutal and the costumes for the vikings were almost comical. It's too bad, I wanted to like this movie.

Sigur Rós documentary film: Heima

This is art in some of it's finest, mesmerizing
nature, the haunting human voice, breath taking photography and the
craft of musicianship that is beautiful to hear and see. http://

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Top 10 reasons to attend a mega church....

Oh...I know there are better reasons, but I thought it was funny.

September 27th it's back....