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Tuesday, 18 March 2008
The Call of the Wild [took me 4 and a half hours to write this]
I say it took me 4 and a half hours to write because I know it's not very good. It falls through in several places, but I'm leaving it sit for a while before I go back to it, if I go back to it, and edit. I don't normally edit anything because I believe when a person writes from the heart there's nothing that can be edited later. This wasn't entirely written from the heart, it was, but it was lacking. It was written out of boredom and depression, it was written to kill 4 and a half hours. It was written based upon a simple idea my brain seized upon, an idea I no longer remember. It was written on the basis of a mental excerise I did in my freshman year of highschool. It was written in the now, and so it's focus is the now. There isn't too much of a theme surrounding this, it's mainly upon the very last paragraph - that's where it becomes personal. Where it finally begins to reflect some part of the Writer Inside. I can see the symbolism, even if you can't. I didn't write this for praise or damnation or whatever, I wrote it because it seemed like a good idea at the time, just as I'm writing this cause it seems like a good idea [at the time]. I don't know why I feel the need to clarify this, but I do. Maybe because I know that if I don't write this down I'll never remember it later, though I have pretty excellent memory when it comes to my writing. I can remember where most of my poems and prose were written and under what circumstance, but not always. So maybe that's why I'm writing this, because I'm not proud of the following piece, there's nothing to be proud of, but I am glad I stuck with it and saw it to the bitter end. And maybe that's another thing, I'm not happy with the ending, maybe that's why I'm writing this...
Walking down this wood chipped path I felt alone, but deep in my mind I could feel eyes boring into my back. And even as the fear trickled down the back of my neck I didn't turn around or glance behind, but kept on walking; putting one foot in front of the other. My eyes never left the wood chipped path that meandered through these thick trees with trunks the size of semis. They towered above me so far I could not make out their topmost branches nor see the leafy canopy casting the forest floor in shadow. I had stumbled upon these woods by accident, but now it was not by accident that I was lost. I wanted to be lost, to meander this forest aimlessly for hours or days. I wasn't afraid of never finding my way out, I knew eventually if I kept walking I'd find the edge of this seemingly endless forest. I hadn't even been afraid of anything lurking in these dense woods until I felt it's eyes upon my back. It had just seemed to me at the time I stumbled across the wood chipped path into this maze that the only thing living here were the trees. Foolish as that idea was, it seemed rational at the time.
I don't know how long I walked feeling its gaze burn my back, but a time came when it vanished. My stalker's eyes seemed to look the other way and let me pass unharmed. I stopped and leaned against a tree, my shoulder pressing into the bark, as I scanned the area for any sign of movement. I found nothing and wondered vaugly what had followed me for so long and then decided to leave me be. I continued walking without even a hint of an idea of where I was headed. Eventually, I assumed, night had fallen. Without any light to penetrate the thickness of the forest I could not be sure, but I figured by now it must be dark outside this forest. I had come across the path into the woods early in the afternoon and had moved among these trees for several hours, but without a watch or sun to tell the time I couldn't be sure. It didn't really matter to me as I layed down upon the soft, mossy ground and rested my head against a fallen log. This forest was quiet and peaceful; I felt if I closed my eyes I could sleep forever undisturbed. This thought momentarily horrified me, [what if it were true?] but it was absurd, this was simply a forest that did not contain magical powers strong enough to keep its inhabitants asleep forever. I nestled into the ground and shut my eyes and the last thought that crossed my mind before I fell into a deep slumber was curiosity towards the unknown thing that had followed me through the woods earlier. Would it come out at night? Was it still following me and I just didn't know it? But I had no time to speculate furthur because I was asleep within seconds.
As my body slept the deep recesses of my mind came alive and smokey images flashed across my vision, haunting me with their indecisive quality. In my deep subconscious I could see images of my past, things I had done and people I had once known, but as quickly as they came they vanished, leaving me empty and hollow because I could do nothing about them. I awoke with a start, adrenaline coursing through my veins and my head still foggy with sleep. I propped up on my elbows and gazed around the dark forest. It was darker than it had been in the day because a hazy mist was hovering above the ground. My clothes were saturated from the mist and droplets of water clung to my eyelashes. I could feel the mist dancing along my skin and chills erupted down my spine. I quickly got to my feet, but even standing I could not see above the mist. I looked up towards the treetops that I could not see, but even then I couldn't see the end of the mist. Fear was worming it's way into my system, and I knew I'd lose my head if I didn't take control soon. It was stupid of me to have lied down and gone to sleep in an unfamiliar place, but just as enterting the forest had been an impulsive whim, so was choosing to lie down and sleep for a while. I was starting to see a pattern I didn't like very much.
I began walking again, peering through the mist to no avail. Even squinting I couldn't make out anything further than a foot in front of me. To make matters worse I thought I heard someone whispering nearby. I stopped dead, straining my ears, but nothing came to me. I gripped the trunk of a tree with my right hand to steady myself as the ground beneath my feet became unstable. Fear was swimming through my blood and the mist was becoming disorienting. I swayed where I stood and cursed myelf for allowing irrational fear to get the better of me. The longer I stood there the clearer the whispering became, and even though I could not make out what was being said I was certain it was real and not just a figment of my imagination. An absurd idea occured to me, but it seemed so rational in this forest that I dismissed it; the whispering was coming from the mist itself. This idea seemed to steady my resolve and I continued walking, deeper and deeper into the unknown.
As I walked further all thoughts were wiped clean from my mind. I was blissfully unaware of my surroundings as I continued walking. Several times I realized this and chastised myself for not focusing, but I always fell back into that tranquil state of no thoughts. I assumed this too was the work of the mist. A grim certainty had surfaced in the back of my mind: there was a chance I wouldn't make it out of this forest. Yet I remained as optimistic as I could while walking aimlessly through the thick trees and dense fog. After a while I came to the end of the wood chipped path. I stopped at its edge and stared into the darkness of the forest before me. It was foolish to walk away from this path, it might be my only way out, but I could feel a strong pull towards the darkness of the woods. Logic told me to turn around now and go back the way I came, but there was still no guarantee then that I'd find my way out. But what I was thinking of was sheer insanity, and still I stepped off the path into the dark woods and continued walking, now without the path to guide me.
The mist faded away slowly the deeper I walked into the trees, which grew much closer together here, as if they were afraid of what lurked in the shadows and so they stood together to fight it away. I stumbled over roots that grew out of the ground and perspiration ran down my back in rivulets. My palms were clammy and my entire body was cold with sweat, but I continued walking. The darkness pressed in all around me, choking my eyes of sight, but still I moved forward like a blind man, feeling my way through the trees. Just when I began to feel the extent of my foolish idea to stride away from the path, I stumbled over another tree root and fell forward on my face. I lie sprawled on the ground for a moment, cursing myself and my insane ideas. I would get up and turn around now and find my way back to the path then proceed out of these woods, but when I raised my head my eye spied something I had not expected. Lying on the ground not but a few feet away from me was a grey wolf with peircing yellow eyes.
It's eyes blazed like beacon's through the darkness, and seemed to illuminate our surroundings. I stared into those eyes for several moments, completely forgetting where I was and what I was doing there, as the wolf stared back at me. I blinked and attempted to tear my gaze away from the wolf's eyes when I spotted the reason it was lying on the ground in the first place; it's foot was caught in a trap in a pool of congealed blood underneath it. My stomach lurched at the sight, but pain tore at my heart worse. This poor defenseless creature would surely die soon if it wasn't helped. Vaugly a thought occured to me, but I pushed it aside because it was unimportant at the moment. [who had set a trap in these woods? and did that mean people had set foot here before?] I pushed myself to my knees and examined the wolf from my safe distance. The only injury it appeared to have was the foot that was caught in the trap. I stretched out my hand towards it, like I would to allow a dog to sniff me and spoke in a soft whisper so as not to scare it.
"I'm going to help you." I said, and felt as if the darkness around me swallowed my words the moment they were spoken.
I inched forward and instantly regretted it because the wolf growled and snapped it's jaws at me. I yanked my hand back and placed it over my heart that was thumping madly. The worlf curled it's lips to expose two rows of sharp incisors that could easily tear through my flesh. It's eyes blazed with fear and I couldn't blame it. It had been trapped and injured and alone for how long I did not know; why would it trust me when it was my kind that had trapped it in the first place? I sat upon the hard dirt-packed ground and leaned against the trunk of the nearest tree as the wolf's growls subsided. I desperately wanted to help it but knew not how to convey that to this wounded animal; so I sat there with the wolf for a long, long time hoping that my presence would prove to it that I wanted nothing else but to help it.
As time wore on the wolf lowered it's head to the ground, but it never took it's eyes away from mine. I sat in total silence that felt like it was crushing me. After the wolf's growls I hadn't realized how silent this forest really was and how absurd that seemed. By the look of it, the wolf had been lying in this trap for days now. It's fur was matted with dirt and an assortment of insects were crawling across it's back. The putrid stench of sweat, blood and death permeated the air around it and nearly made me gag, but I held it back. The longer I sat near the wolf the more bearable the stench became. I began to long for the cool moisture of the mist and the certainty of the wood chipped path underneath my feet as the silent seconds ticked by. I could leave this wolf to it's fate, as it was almost certain it would die even if it was freed from the trap, but how could I live with myself if I let it die alone in the darkness of it's own blood?
Time elapsed and eventually I assumed I had waited long enough. Hunger and fatigue had been tearing at my insides for hours now and I would certainly be just as doomed as this wolf if I sat here any longer. I got back to my knees and held out my hand again. The wolf raised it's head and sniffed the air, but did not growl. I took this as a good sign and inched forward as adrenaline coursed through my veins yet again. The wolf watched me warily as I drew closer, but made no sign of attack. The closer I came to the wolf the stronger the scent of death that filled my nostrils and churned my stomach. I gagged, but there was nothing for me to throw up. Finally I was close enough to touch the trap. Against my better judgement I lowered my gaze from the wolf's face, leaving myself vulnerable, and examined the trap. It wasn't very professional to my knowledge, its hinges were rusted and flaking. I had to try something so I gripped the trap in both hands, glanced back up at the wolf, it was watching me cautiously, then pulled with all my might. The teeth of the trap, that had suddenly snapped shut and pierced this wolf's flesh and bone so easily, dug into the meat of my palms. I cried out in surprise and pulled away from the trap to examine my wounds.
I cursed myself as blood oozed from my cuts and slithered down my palms to my wrists, following the natural course of the lifelines in my palms. From my periphial vision a giant black nose appeared near my hands, sniffing at my blood. I froze as I watched the wolf's head hover closer to my wounds. Surely it would lash out and bite me, I had been stupid and deserved whatever came to me, but the wolf did not bite. Instead it's tongue appeared from between it's lips and it began to lick the blood dripping down my palms. I was frozen solid, horrified and yet grateful. Surely this was not typical wolf behavior, but it seemed to me that nothing in the forest acted as it was supposed to. Once my wounds were clean the wolf raised it's head to gaze into my eyes and it whined. The sound tore at my heart, and I knew I must hurry and free it's leg. With new determination I gripped the trap yet again, blood oozing from my wounds in protest, and tugged with all my strength. Slowly and surely I was pulling the rusted hinges of the trap apart.
My arms were shaking with the effort of prying the trap's teeth away from the wolf's leg, but I never gave up. The wolf repositioned itself as I worked tirelessly and began trying to yank it's paw free as I pulled. I barely got the trap open when my sweaty, bloody palms lost their grip and it snapped shut yet again, but not before the wolf had pulled his paw free. Kneeling there in the dirt with sweat pouring down my face and back, elation bubbled through me. For the first time since enterting this unknown forest I felt good, as if I this was why I'd come along. The wolf lied back down in the dirt and licked at it's wound. When it began to bite at it's dirty, blood encrusted flesh I turned away. I was silently sick for a moment before I got to my feet and turned in the direction I had come. It was time for me to find my way back to the path and out of this entrancing forest. I began to walk away from the wolf, towards the place I assumed I would find the path when I whine behind me stopped me in my tracks. I glanced over my shoulder to see the wolf painfully rising to it's feet. It shook under the pressure, but managed to rise on all three, carrying it's injured paw close to it's chest.
It hobbled over to me and nudged my leg with it's nose. I was astonished as I stretched out my hand and stroked the fur behind it's ears. It closed it's eyes contentedly. Somberly I said my goodbyes and wished the wolf well and began walking again. It wasn't long before I realized I wasn't alone. I looked behind me and dimly in the distance I could see the wolf's blazing yellow eyes watching me from the dark as it limped after me. I stopped to consider it for a moment. There was nothing more I could do for the poor wolf, and yet it was following me all the same. That was when an idea struck me: this was the thing that had stalked me earlier. I watched it move closer for a while, then turned and continued stumbling through the trees, trying to find my way in the darkness. If it wanted to follow me there wasn't much I could do about it, but I could not help it anymore, of that I was certain.
Time passed and my sheer luck I stumbled upon the wood chipped path yet again. I glanced over my shoulder once more before setting off down the path, but I didn't see the wolf's eyes anywhere. I moved down the path with surprising quickness. I was exhausted and starving, but more than eager to be free from the clutches of this forest before darkness fell again. My determination overshadowed my ravenous appetite and my sweaty exhaustion. I relished in the sound of my feet crunching over the wood chipped path; it felt like coming home to a long lost friend I hadn't seen in years. As the hour grew later and later fear spurred me on to reach the end of this maze. I wanted nothing more than to return to the comfort of my home and lie down in my soft bed after a large, warm meal and sleep forever. Just as hope began to seem fragile and futile, the trees around me began to thin and I could see a dim haze of evening light penetrating through the trees. I scrambled over the wood chipped path to the exit only to be stopped suddenly.
Blocking my exit from the woods was the wolf I had saved. How it had gotten here before me, I did not know, but now it was standing in my way. I started to walk around, but it growled and lunged forward, cutting me off. I stumbled backwards and fell to the forest floor. This sudden turn of events disoriented me, how could it move so quickly when it was injured? Then I glanced at it's injured paw only to find that it was no longer injured. There wasn't even a hint of the injury the wolf had sustained from the trap. And now that I realized this I glanced at my palms and saw no hint of the wounds dug from the teeth of the trap. Nothing added up. How long had I been walking through the woods before the wounds simply vanished? Then it hit me, the wolf's saliva had healed me, and it had healed itself, and then something else came to me - this was no ordinary wolf.
I climbed to my feet, fighting exhaustion and proceeded towards the exit yet again, but the wolf snapped at me. I jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding it's teeth, and realized it was not going to let me leave. I no longer felt elated as I had when I'd freed this wounded animal from the trap; I felt betrayed by the one good thing I'd done, which no longer seemed like such a good thing. Foolishness had caused me to act impulsively yet again when I had freed this wolf as it had caused me to act when I entered these unknown woods and fallen asleep on the path and then later ventured away from the path. And now, when I was so close to my freedom, this wolf would not allow me to leave. For some unknown reason it longed to keep me here. I stood staring at the wolf, perplexed as it stared back it me, it's eyes blazing with determination.
As I stood staring into the wolf's gaze I began to feel the pull of all the hidden things that had drawn me to this forest in the first place. The stronge allure of the forest itself and the pull towards the unknown darkness and the call of the whispering mist. I suddenly felt as if I were trapped in a nightmare, a place of illogical phenomenon that I could not fight no matter what I tried. The certainty that I would not get out of the woods seemed more prominent that ever. And the tragic part was that I was so close to freedom I could almost taste it. I could taste the scent of the cool, liberating wind just beyond these trees that silenced everyting, like a wall meant to keep all the good things out. I felt all my fears creeping up on me from out of the shadows, I felt all my insecurities watching me from around every tree, and I felt all my failures reaching out to me with invisible, sinister hands trying to pull me back towards the darkness of the trees. As I stood there gazing at the wolf I sensed darkness fall outside the forest and watched in amazement as the mist formed from out of the ground.
It rose in lazy spirals, dancing on the air and skimming across my skin with it's cool touch. The whispering began again, pulling me back into the forest, away from the freedom that laid just beyond this row of trees. I felt my eager resolve from only moments ago falter and shatter at the mist's touch. A tranquil blankness filled my mind like a dense fog residing inside my brain. I could lie here on the forest floor and sleep forever without a care or worry in the world. I felt rather than saw my body sink to my knees as my resolve gave way completely. The mist circled around me like a blanket, washing me of all my human emotions and thoughts, leaving me pleasantly empty. I rocked forward and my head hit the wood chipped path, but I barely felt a thing. Then there was a tugging at the back of my neck and I vaugly assumed it was the wolf pulling me away from the edge of the forest, back into the darkness of his home.
It was easy to lie down and let this forest take me away and keep me forever, yet something in me screamed so loudly I jolted awake and pulled against the wolf. Maybe it was human nature and the desire to live, or fear of whatever nightmarish things lurked in these woods, but whatever it was it was strong enough and sudden enough to urge me forward. I dug my nails into the dirt and pushed my weight forward. I was locked in a standstill with the wolf hanging on to the back of my shirt with his teeth just above my neck as I dug into the dirt, moving in the other direction. Just when I felt his strength overpowering mine, the cloth ripped and I lurched forward. Without hesitation I pushed myself to my feet and darted for the edge of the forest. If I could get out of these trees and far enough away from the forest there might be some hope.
I was almost there, I could see the open plains beyond and the beginning of the wood chipped path, I could smell the wind whipping across the fields of green just beyond my reach, but then a searing pain coursed through my leg and I screamed as I fell to the ground yet again. Taking my longing gaze away from my freedom momentarily, I looked back to see the wolf's jaw clamped tight around my ankle as my blood poured into his mouth. The wolf worked it's jaw around my ankle sinking deeper into my flesh, tearing into the muscle and finally crushing the bone beneath. I screamed again as a harsh reality swimmed to the forefront of my mind. Just as the teeth of the trap had held this wolf captive in the darkness, the teeth of this wolf now held me captive in this darkness of pain. For dark it truly was, because as the pain surged through my body black wings had begun fluttering at the edges of my vision. I had forseen my fate when I stumbled upon the wolf and now I was staring my death in the face as the wolf's jaws sunk deeper and deeper into my leg, severing the muscles and chewing through the bone.
Hopelessness consumed me, but then a single ray of fading light in the outside world fell upon my face. Warm at it's touch I felt that I had to try, one last time, to free myself from this wolf. With all my remaining strength I raised my free leg, pulled it up to my chest, then jerked it forward with all the momentum I could muster into the wolf's face. My heel collided with the wolf's face just above the eye and it yipped in pain, releasing my leg. I kicked it once more as I pulled myself away with the remaining strength lingering in my arms. As I pulled myself towards the edge of the trees the light began to fade, casting me in shadow.
"No!" I screamed desperately, working my muscles harder than they had ever been worked in their life. The light was fading faster, paying no mind to my feeble call. I followed after it, desperately trying to catch it as if I could grab it and fight away my enemies with it. The wolf lunged again, after it had recupperated from the shock of my attack, but I was ready for it. I kicked out once more, striking it's chest as it soared through the air. A sound, like the air being sucked out of a vaccum, erupted from the wolf's lips as it fell sidways. I didn't wait but continued pulling myself towards safety.
Suddenly I was there, the wind lashing against my face, as I crawled from the darkness of the trees. I flipped over on my stomach and army crawled all the way up the hill, over the prickling grass. I reached the top of the hill and gazed at the village below. The lights were on in every house as the full moon hung in the sky, larger than ever. I sat up and looked back at the forest. By the light of the moon it looked menacing as ever. The trees appeared to be bending with the wind, reaching towards me with their branches. I shivered violently as another harsh blast of wind ripped through the open plain around me. I turned away from the forest and screamed into the howling wind. I couldn't move, I was frozen by the wind and exhaustion and blood loss kept me rooted to the spot. I screamed and screamed as loud as I could over the agonizing howl of the wind, hoping to raise anyone. Just when I felt I would surely be left to die here in the cold, a string of lights appeared separate from the village, moving towards me. I screamed wildly, my resolve renewed if only temporarily, but as they drew nearer my gaze fell back on the forest and a final grim certainty fell upon me: no matter how far away I ran, it would make no difference, because I could still hear the whispering of the mist inside my ears. The forest would always beckon to me, and the wolf would always wait at the edge of the trees for me to return someday. Then I fell down into darkness to sleep forevermore.
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This year's Liberty Run at Denver's Wash Park is especially meaningful to the founders of the race. Proceeds from the event are donated to Parthenia Jones, who is battling stage four liver cancer. Creators of the race, Lonnie and Michelle Somers got to know Jones after she volunteered at many of their events. They call her "Potts" for short and say the cheer she brings is equivalent to a firework lighting up the night sky. "Pott's has been there for us. Now it's time for us to be there for her. I am excited for her to see how many people care about her in the community she has supported for 30 years," says Lonnie.
The race organizers are involved in many events including one close to their hearts, the Race for Fetal Hope that benefits a foundation they started called Fetal Hope Foundation. Lonnie and Michelle started the foundation after their daughters were born premature at just 20 weeks old. Lonnie remembers the fear he faced as a father. "You are thinking of their first smile, first steps and what it would be like to take them to ice cream. When I hear the word Daddy I realize how lucky we are. Even when they fight as all kids do."
Lonnie and Michelle's daughters Ashley and Aspen are now 9 years old and are already following in their parent's footsteps of giving back. The two recently made several homemade items to sell at a garage sale. They donated the money raised to Children's Hospital and the Fetal Hope Foundation.
The Somers' started Fetal Hope so families don't have to encounter the frustrations and fear they felt. "We help families through that. Our goal is to be a resource for all fetal information. We want to keep people from saying if only I had known." The foundation serves as an advocate for 15,000-25,000 families a year, helping them navigate and find resources for the life threatening condition.
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The telephone was introduced by Alexander Graham Bell at a world's fair, the 1876 Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The first commercial telephone followed shortly thereafter in 1877. Resembling a wood box camera, these camera or box phones, as they were variously called, lacked separate receivers and transmitters.
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By the end of the 1880s, handsome hardwoods such as walnut and cherry were used to manufacture the housings for wood phones, but in the 1890s, phones were being mass-produced of oak. New shapes such as the fiddleback were also gaining popularity as a more stylish alternative to the boxy coffin. But as technology improved, wall phones were pushed aside by newer, more compact candlestick telephones, although wood phones continued to be manufactured until World War II.
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You all know how much I love coffee, and I actually am still on the lookout for a perfect coffee maker for the home to fit my needs and taste. I want a coffee maker that brews coffee quick, as I need to have my coffee as soon as I get up in the morning and usually, I am the first person to wake up in our house.
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History of Southeastern Bible College
At an inter-church Bible conference in Birmingham in 1933, the late Dr. Harry A. Ironside, a respected Bible teacher, challenged a group of Christian business and professional men to establish a Bible school. It was the unanimous conviction of these men that there was a vital need for a school to train Christian workers that was centered on the Bible and also evangelical.
The school was organized and incorporated as the Birmingham School of the Bible. On May 1, 1935, it opened its doors for evening classes. Regular day courses were offered beginning in 1940, and the name was changed to Southeastern Bible School in 1943. A basic three-year program grew to a four-year degree program in 1948. Other academic programs were developed and the charter rights to grant degrees were obtained in 1950. The name of the school was changed to Southeastern Bible College in 1952.
The College attained national accreditation with the Association for Biblical Higher Education (ABHE) in 1962. The campus moved from a two story frame house to its Pawnee Avenue Southside location in 1947. In 1988, the College moved to a 10-acre site in Mountain Brook on Highway 280. In March 2001, Dr. Don Hawkins was appointed President. In 2004, with God's providential blessing, Southeastern Bible College relocated to its current 22-acre campus facilities at 2545 Valleydale Road in North Shelby County.
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Wick Broomall Jr.
Pastor of Handley Memorial Presbyterian Church was Dean from 1934 to 1937.
Harold A. Cook
Pastor of Porter Baptist Church, was Dean from 1937 to 1941; of Evening Division until June 1943.
William C. Bennett
a graduate of Dallas Theological Seminary, became the first to hold the title President of the Birmingham School of the Bible. Bennett launched a day-school program.
James S. Mooney
Served from July 21, 1943 until June 1945.
Charles Seidenspinner
Served from September 1945 until 1958.
Dr. Alden Gannett (1960—July 1969; Fall 1972—1981)
In the spring of 1958, Southeastern's board turned, as it often did, to Dallas Theological Seminary in search of a president. With the assistance of Dr. John Walvoord, their search brought Dr. Gannett to the office in 1960. Dr. Gannett had Th.M. and Th.D. degrees from Dallas Seminary and a M.A. degree from New York University. His qualifications for the office included teaching positions at Dallas Bible College and Dallas Seminary and a four-year tenure as President of London Bible College in Ontario, Canada.
Dr. Gannett resigned the Presidency of SEBC in July 1969 to serve as Minister-At-Large for the Unevangelized Fields Mission (now CrossWorld). During his absence, Dr. Gannett served as President Emeritus. He returned to the Presidency in 1972 and served until 1981.
Rev. Sumner Wemp (July 1969—May 1971)
Upon Dr. Gannett's departure in 1969, C. Sumner Wemp was elected President and served from July 1969 to May 1971. President Wemp held degrees from Samford University and Dallas Theological Seminary. Prior to his tenure as President at SEBC, Mr. Wemp had served as a pastor from 1948 to 1961 and served as Chairman of the Department of Evangelism and Pastoral Training at Moody Bible Institute from 1961 to 1969.
Dr. Leon W. Gillaspie
Having arrived at Southeastern in 1947, Dr. Gillaspie holds the undisputed position of SEBC patriarch. He was the college's second full-time faculty member. He was a graduate of Wheaton College, which, at the time, was the most prestigious conservative evangelical college in America.
During his lengthy tenure, Dr. Gillaspie served in numerous capacities, including Instructor, Dean of Men, Registrar, Dean of Admissions and Records, at least two terms as Academic Dean, Vice President and two terms as Acting President.
While attending to his duties at SEBC, he earned an M.A. in anthropology from the University of Alabama.
Dr. James G. Kallam (Fall 1981—1988)
Following Dr. Gannett's second term, SEBC called Dr. James G. Kallam to the Presidency of the college. Dr. Kallam's credentials included two music degrees from Westminster Choir College, an M. Div. from New York Theological Seminary, and an M.A. and Ph.D. from New York University. He also brought extensive experience, having achieved the rank of Professor of Bible at Northeastern Bible College between 1958 and 1978 and having served as the Academic Dean at Northeastern between 1970 and 1980.
Dr. John D. Talley Jr. (1988—2001)
Dr. Talley was the first SEBC alumnus (1966) to assume the Presidency. In addition, Dr. Talley holds graduate degrees from Grace Theological Seminary and Western Conservative Baptist Seminary. He also brought extensive experience to the job, having served in the pastorate, as an Army Chaplain with service in Vietnam, as Chairman of Pastoral Theology Departments at both Appalachian Bible College in West Virginia and SEBC. He also served Southeastern as the Academic Dean and Administrative Vice President for three years prior to his appointment as President. Dr. Talley oversaw the relocation of Southeastern from its campus on Red Mountain to the Highway 280 campus.
Dr. Don W. Hawkins (2001—present)
Dr. Don Hawkins serves as the ninth President of Southeastern Bible College. He has had an array of ministry experiences that include serving as Vice President and Executive Director of the Minirth Meier Clinic, and as co-host and producer of the Back to the Bible radio program immediately prior to coming to Birmingham. His academic credentials include a Bachelor of Arts from Southeastern Bible College in 1967, a Master of Theology from Dallas Theological Seminary in 1974, and a Doctor of Ministry from Calvary Theological Seminary in 1998.
Dr. Hawkins has authored or co-authored over 20 books and he hosts a live nationwide call-in program, Life Perspectives, from the Southeastern campus. He is a veteran conference and seminar speaker and has 19 years of pastoral experience. Dr. Hawkins and his wife Kathy have three grown children and eleven grandchildren.


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I guess every parent who loses a child has the fear that the child will be forgotten. I don't think that is what will to Johnny. It seems like suddenly is more popular than ever -- kind of like Elvis or Curt Cobain. And I am totally fine with his popularity, it tells me Johnny Romano will always be with us, still making a difference.
Welcome to Johnny's Blog. Just because Johnny has passed doesn't mean he lost the battle against cancer, Mike and I are not only going to continue the battle but we will also WIN! GAME ON cancer!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I guess every parent who loses a child has the fear that the child will be forgotten. I don't think that is what will to Johnny. It seems like suddenly is more popular than ever -- kind of like Elvis or Curt Cobain. And I am totally fine with his popularity, it tells me Johnny Romano will always be with us, still making a difference.
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Dear Johnny,
It is one month ago today that God and his Angels called you away. I think about you all the time. I am so sad but take comfort in knowing that you are free from pain and that you are happy.
Grandmommie - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 6:21:00 AM CDT
- Murphey said...
you know Julie, it might sound like mumbo jumbo, but I know exactly what you mean. When my grandma died, I know when she was with me (did I never tell you about her awful, loud singing at church and at her funeral I sounded just like her? I know she was right there with me saying, sing it loud..and out of tune). I felt her for a long time and occasionally she is still there with me, and I know it.
On a slightly funnier note, the radio thing reminds me of the scene in a John Cusack movie where he just broke up with his girlfriend and every song on the radio was one about breakups. He finally throws the radio out the window. But in you case I know you wanted the messages.
Love you,
P.S. I try not to ask how you are doing, but it is so automatic that I say it without thinking. You should answer, how do you think I am doing you dumbs*(&. That would make me laugh - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 8:51:00 AM CDT
- CadCutCreator said...
Every now and then I'll have a dream about my mom... and when I wake up, I feel like I actually spent time with her. I live for those dreams.
Stay strong.
Greg - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 9:32:00 AM CDT
You are just truly amazing!! You need to write a book because there is no one in this world that puts words down on paper that actually pass the feelings on!!! I truly am touched every time I read the blog and want you to know that Johnny is always on the minds of many people who have been touched by him personally or by your story as a family!!
Aimee - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 9:46:00 AM CDT
All that matters is what you feel.
Until someone goes through this, they do not understand.
Johnny is there, and there will always be reminders of that.
Joel - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 9:48:00 AM CDT
My mom battled illness for about 15yrs and finally passed on about 13 years ago. It was a very hard time for me and my family. I too have experienced life-like dreams about my mom and I treasure them. Sometimes I'm in the kitchen all by myself cooking dinner while my kids are outside and I'll feel a sudden breeze behind me. All I do is say "Hi mom". I really believe she visits us. Just like you said, whether people believe our stories or not, it makes us happy!
Thinking of the entire Romano clan,
Brenda Cantu - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 10:07:00 AM CDT
- MiniGreek said...
The song is Don't Mess Around with Jim by Jim Croce. Such an awesome song, but now it's stuck in my head. Thanks! I kid, I kid.....
Nick - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 6:55:00 PM CDT
- Connie said...
Wow. I believe he was with you. He's letting you know he's fine. My sister passed away 15 years ago from cancer. For awhile after that, she would let my brothers and sisters know that she was fine. Whether it was with windchimes chiming without wind, a phone call (her voice), a song on the radio, or a dream, she was letting us know she was fine. Thinking of you guys.
xoxo Connie Lawrence - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 7:10:00 PM CDT
It has been almost 12 years since my mom died and I still think of her every day. I talk out loud to her regularly and I know she is with us.
There is no doubt she was right there to escort Johnny into his home in heaven...and they will be there for us too.
Don't ever let anyone diminish those precious connections from the other side for you!
You are an amazing woman!
I love you.
Lisa D. - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 7:33:00 PM CDT
- Deb said...
Thank you for sharing such special and private moments and for continuing to let us know your wonderful family. I know I will never forget Johnny Romano.
My prayers are with you,
Deb Palazzi - Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 7:52:00 PM CDT
I can't help myself. I have kept up with Johnny story for a long time now. only commenting once. Today I know I have to say something. I am a mother of two boy's myself. There is no word;s to describe how much you love youre children. You have a talent for doing a good job at trying. I lost my brother in 89- I was 12 and he was my best friend... I had many dreams of him. So real that I could still feel him,smell his cologne. I think this was his way of letting me know he was o.k! Although some people say dreams are just that--Dreams--I know diffrently. Johnny wants to comfort you, and why wouldn't he? You were his sorce of comfort for so long... Now that I'm 32 I don't have many dreams about my brother anymore. When I do they seem to come at a time when I'm really missing him..So I feel like they are always watching over us from up there. Johnny will always be with you. You have an angel watching over you. A special one. God Bless you and you're family and keep lisning to email@example.com
- Friday, October 24, 2008 at 9:23:00 AM CDT
- Laura said...
14 years ago my Grandmother, essentially my second mother, passed away. It was the hardest, darkest time I have ever had in my life. I was in college, living in a dorm and I cried all the time. The girls thought I was nuts. No one could console me.
One night I was alone on the floor, everyone had gone out. I was laying in my bed listening to a CD and somehow in the midst of my crying I fell asleep. The dream I had was so real. I was with my grandmother, holding her hand walking through a field full of yellow flowers. We were talking and laughing and it was like nothing ever happened. Just before I woke, she looked at me and said, "Laura, I am still with you, in your heart you will find me. Talk to me when you need to. Don't be sad and don't cry, I am happy here. I love you." I woke up the next morning and still to this day it's the most vivid dream I have ever had. Most dreams fade in time but not this one.
Johnny is with you. He will always be with you. You will be going through your daily routine and something will make you stop and smile...it's him.
Take care of yourself...Laura Horacefield - Friday, October 24, 2008 at 10:19:00 AM CDT
Oh Julie. I'm sitting here in my new 'improvised' office (a conference room), balling my eyes out. I've been thinking so much about you guys. I've run that conversation you mentioned, "so, how are you doing" through my head and just couldn't face calling you and putting you (and I) through it. I hope that makes some sense. I'm definitely with you guys in spirit though. Amelia's godmother's son-in-law had a terrible accident a few nights ago and has had a very serious head injury. I think all the Ike worries, feeling sad about Johnny, and worrying about Freddie just hit me like a brick wall. On the other hand, I'm so happy you got to visit with Johnny. I've talked with other people about it and have experienced the same exact kind of uncanny things with loved ones who have passed in my life. I think I've only told 1 or 2 people about the night my favorite dog in the world died and I was crying on the porch and looked up and said "Oh Ruby, I miss you" and, right at that moment, I swear to you a falling star went by. I know that was her telling me she was OK. And I'm always so happy after I wake up & my grandma or grandpa have visited me in my dreams. Anyway, thanks so much for sharing your thoughts on the blog. Hang in there girl. The roller coaster ride will slow down and become more flat eventually. Lots of love, Pam
- Friday, October 24, 2008 at 2:11:00 PM CDT
It's called metaphysical and it's not mumbo jumbo and there are plenty scientists out there who would totally support everything you wrote about. I am so impressed with your willingness to share your experiences and the great connection you STILL HAVE with your son.
Imua (onward in Hawaiian)
Thank you for sharing. It was a beautiful post. You are so upbeat. Crying is cathartic.
L.S. - Saturday, October 25, 2008 at 10:57:00 PM CDT
no mumbo jumbo. this kind of thing has happened to me in the past.
i'm actually going through a similar experience now since the hurricane.
take comfort in all of this.
carla isbell
carla isbell design studio - Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 12:28:00 AM CDT
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Much love, Uncle George - Friday, November 7, 2008 at 9:47:00 PM CST
I just read this blog, just checked in. Please don't be so harsh on yourself about the last four months. When Aunt Mamie died the doctor came and spoke to the family his words will last in my memory forever--he said "I thought this operation would give her many more years. I did not realize she was on God's time and he had a different plan. Had I realized that it was her time I would not have put her through surgery. Johnny was in God's time and as a good parent with good doctors you wanted the best for him. You did your best as parents-but it seems Johnny is doing more good than ever with the foundation-I believe in you when you say Johnny is sending you messages--he is happy and thanking you for being the wonderful parent you and Mike were to him. He wants you to be happy also. He is reassuring you all is well. Marylyn - Thursday, November 13, 2008 at 9:27:00 AM CST


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So...i've been hooping for a few years and am hesitant to buy an LED. I feel that LED is all show, and that it takes away from the real beauty of hoop dance and replaces it with bright, strobe, flashing lights.... They give me the feeling that anything you do will look cool, so it's like all for show?
I think they look beautiful, but I don't know...just something about them is silly to me. Am I being stupid?
i agree, about SOME LEDs. I really dont like strobes/flashy LEDs. I think they are terribly annoying and seizure giving. But I loove stable LED hoops, I think they make hooping a lot more fun/nightclub worthy :]
Hooper friends lately are telling me to buy an atomic and I'm just like NOOOOOOOO. They are pretty ugly to me! I also think they take away from the dancer. But...to each their own!
I think they're pretty. And if I had lots of extra money, I'd have one, maybe several, why not. Just like if I had lots of extra money, I'd have a super-special fancy fun car.
However, an LED hoop isn't something on my wish list. It might well be if i were a performer. But as it is, if a hoop is a nice size and weight for me and it *works* for me, I'm thrilled. I don't care if it's pretty or not. My favorite hoop was pretty at one time.. Now the tape is faded and mangled, and it's still my favorite. At this point, LED would be fun, yes.. if I decided to hoop at night, in the dark. But other than that, it would be the $200 hoop I wouldn't use for fear of breaking it, would never ever let my 12 year old daughter use (even though she's better at hooping than me) and would generally stress about.
LED doesn't appeal to me like hooping with a regular hoop does. I guess, because I really like seeing how people use their body. Hooping to me isn't about how good the hoop looks, it's about the interaction between the person and the hoop and that's what makes it so awesome. You don't really see the body when doing LED (since it's usually in the dark), so it's not quite my cup of tea to watch.
However! I love playing with an LED. I don't have one, but one of the girls I used to hoop with did and it's really fun to do at night. Also, you can actually see your hoop if you want to do it in the dark.
Even if it was "all for show" i.e.: very little practiced hooper with a 40" $400 smart hoop . Who cares? seriously, who cares??? Try not to judge other's skill level/choice of hoop. This is supposed to be fun!!! yay bright flashing craziness!!!!!!
I agree 100%! I hate that people tend to forget that hooping isn't about competition. I would never walk up to someone and say anything like "Oh, I like your hooping so much better than the other person hooping over there." As someone who hasn't been hooping very long and who does it for fun and not performance, I know I wouldn't appreciate being on the "other" end of that statement, being critiqued as if I was trying to turn heads.
Everyone hoops for different reasons and at different paces of learning. That should be respected and appreciated just as the person hooping, or not hooping for that matter, should be. Spread the love with encouragement; don't discourage with criticism when it isn't asked for.
I definitely like them, but find myself having difficulty with both the weight (I like my hoop lighter than feathers!) and all I can see is the light...plus they are expensive and have to be charged. But, what I do like about them is the folks won't run in to you in the dark quite as much! haha What I ahve been doing for a while is slipping glow sticks in my polypro which was fine until late...they are like exploding inside from doing breaks!
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Other Projects
New Project (Cabin)
River Mile 31, Columbia County OR
This one-room cabin located at the summit of Aldrich Point will have a rare view oriented Northwest toward the upper Columbia River estuary. The site is located in a small clearing at the end of a narrow logging road.
The cabin is designed with a primary structure of three light steel frames that can be transported individually through the dense forest, and then joined together in the clearing. The building will be finished over time using a combination of salvaged building materials and harvested wood, milled on the property.
72 Hour Urban Action "The Shortcut"
Stuttgart Germany
Beebe Skidmore along with a team of 10 architects, artists and designers from the USA, Poland, Israel and Germany, received the "Post Capitalist Award" from a jury that included Eva Franch i Gilabert, director of Storefront for Art and Architecture, and Joseph Grima, Editor of Domus Magazine.
72 Hour Urban Action is a real-time architecture competition that took place this year in and around the Nordbahnhoff neighborhood of Stuttgart. Our project was conceived and executed in 72 hours based on a randomly assign location and mission: to create a secret, protected, public space out of a pedestrian shortcut through a junkyard for construction material. The site is a dusty wedge, commonly used as parking for refuse containers or illegal dumping ground.
Our project is a gateway that marks the path, and also serves as an open-air "give and take" exchange for locals, visitors and the occasional junkyard dog.
Our team members:
Amy Garofano
Farid Rakun
Kristin Cammermeyer (photo credit)
Ross Hansen
Agnieszka Jurecka
Filip Kozarski
Angela Lubic
Omer Frank
Yaeli Krauskopf
Naama Raban
Providence RI
Doug's prototype for an architecture of portable, pre-finished panels, titled "Wilderness Cabin #1", was selected for exhibition at Gallery 100 at the Rhode Island School of Design, Division of Architecture.
The prototype is a 144 square-foot model made from milled pine boards. The project explores concepts for structural connections and geometries that can be used in full-scale architectural applications without reliance on construction industry skills.
Research Grant (Re: Tool-Kit for Detroit)
Ann Arbor MI
Heidi was awarded funding for a major research grant through the University of Michigan Taubman College of Architecture and Urban Planning, along with collaborators Julia McMorrough (Professor of Architecture) and John Marshall (Professor of Art and Design).
The year-long project is called Re: Tool-Kit for Detroit. The study questions the often-heard assertion that "you can get anything made in Detroit." Research includes interviewing fabricators working in Detroit in an effort to create an up-to-date map showing who is making what and where in the city today.
The project concluded in November 2012 with an exhibit at University of Michigan's Liberty Annex, unveiling a web-based map and a printed manual aimed at facilitating communication and connection between designers and fabricators working in Detroit.
Grant recipients were selected by an independent panel which included representatives from the Detroit Economic Growth Corporation and the Guggenheim. The grant was made possible by Alan and Cynthia Berkshire.
PRESS Two Story Four Square
Architecture + Design Festival
Portland OR
Two Story Four Square, a glassy residential addition located in the heart of North End Historic District in Boise ID, was selected for a 2011 Merit Award from the American Institute of Architects, Portland Chapter.
The jury of prominent visiting architects included Merrill Elam of Mack Scogin Merrill Elam Architects (Atlanta GA), Lisa Iwamoto of Iwamoto Scott (San Francisco CA) and Vanessa Kassabian of Snøhetta (New York NY).
The project was also featured in the October, 2012 print issue of Dwell magazine and on Dwell's website, with an article written by Jaime Gillin and photography by Lincoln Barbour.
New Projects
Portland OR
Beebe Skidmore is beginning work on two residential commissions located in the Irvington and Alameda/Beaumont neighborhoods in Northeast Portland.
One project is a top-to-bottom transformation of a 1911 two-story Salt Box, for a family that relocated to Portland from Chicago. The other is a modernized second floor for a 1908 Craftsman, creating a new owner's bedroom suite with custom closets, new bathroom and studio space.
APPOINTMENT Professor of Architecture
Detroit MI
Doug is appointed Assistant Professor of Architecture at Lawrence Technological University College of Architecture and Design. He joins a faculty of 26 teaching architectural design studio and core curriculum. LTU was founded in 1932 and remains closely tied to the construction, engineering, design and manufacturing sectors in the Midwest.
Oregon Design Conference
Salishan OR
In April, Heidi presented her in-progress research for the Re: Tool-Kit for Detroit, and moderated a panel discussion at the bi-annual Oregon Design Conference at the Oregon Coast. The panel explored three ways in which the rise of digital fabrication is expanding not only how architects imagine, but also opening up new areas for work and research, locally and nationally. Co-presenters included Susanna Hohmann of Terrazign and Professor Nancy Cheng of University of Oregon.
Pontiac MI
Beebe Skidmore is developing plans to replace a dilapidated wood garage with a new mixed-use loft space featuring a monumental double-hung window wall. This project is the first part of a multi-building multi-phase project to renovate a contiguous group of historic properties located on a prominent intersection near downtown Pontiac. The master plan also includes site planning, 30 duplex loft apartments, and upgrades to historic structures.
Starter House
Bloomfield Hills MI
Doug was awarded Second Place in an invited competition to re-envision the entry-level tract house for the Pulte and Centex homebuilding companies at a price point of $160,000. The design proposal addresses three formal problems often associated with recent suburban housing found in subdivisions: 1) bulky massing; 2) flat facades with thin synthetic sheathing; 3) dead-end garages with outsized overhead doors.
Pushing the potential of conventional light framing, the design creates a streamlined massing and updated sightline with planar shifts to the roof and walls. The exterior sheathing is composed of lapped floor-to-ceiling panels of OSB, asphalt compounds and sealant. The garage is an asymmetrical volume with a pass-through configuration to provide flexibility for vehicle types and lifestyles.
The proposal includes a full-scale physical prototype of a corner of the building, used to explore construction details and tolerances. The prototype demonstrates full integration of sheathing, flashing, stock window components, and a carefully integrated gutter design that relies on standard aluminum profiles.
Climate Canopy: An Evolving Memorial
San Jose CA
Beebe Skidmore collaborated on a technological public artwork with artist Maggie Orth of International Fashion Machines and Josh Smith of Intel. The project is a response to the San Jose Climate Clock Initiative: an international competition aimed at using art and technology to communicate local climate data.
Our proposal creates a 200-foot long open-air gathering place in downtown San Jose. Climate change data is depicted overhead on the horizontal surface of this lightweight canopy structure. A robot suspended from a recycled industrial gurney slowly etches circular patterns in the carbon-laminate panels that form the canopy ceiling. Bigger circles represent cleaner air. Smaller circles represent current pollution levels. Over time, as the atmosphere gets cleaner, the structure will be increasingly perforated with daylight.
Our team was selected as a finalist and presented the project at an invitation-only colloquium for artists and scientists held at San Jose State University. Other finalists included artists Bill Fontana, Mel Chin, Chico MacMurtrie and Usman Haque.
Project Update - Historic District Addition
Portland OR
Weather Wall
Bloomfield Hills MI
This prototype wall assembly serves to stop wind, trap heat and transmit daylight. The construction concept explored in this prototype could be used in a range of cold-weather applications from ice fishing to emergency shelter. The wall is assembled from common foam cups bonded to form air pockets and squeezed together inside a plastic shrink-film envelope. The wall prototype stands 14 feet tall.
Hybrid Kitchen
Portland OR
This contemporary space combines custom framing details with off-the-shelf components. Pre-fabricated, modular cabinets coordinate neatly with site-built shelving, seamless quartz slab, recessed lighting and period hardware. The result is an efficient kitchen with a clean, fitted appearance and unobstructed flow of daylight.
Air Force Village Chapel
San Antonio TX
This design competition called for an 11,500 s.f. non-denominational chapel at the center of a park-like retirement community located near San Antonio, Texas. The design is intended to serve as a symbol of the community and a focal point of the grounds.
Given the site and stated budget, we took an economical approach to the problem: re-purposing portions of the adjacent buildings as much as possible and using a conventional construction system (of lightweight steel framing and boxed beams) to create light monitors that form a volumetric and luminous gathering space. The light monitors are organized in an overlapping and ascending composition that evokes flying in formation.
Bloomfield Hills MI
Doug designed and fabricated this prototype chair at Cranbrook Academy of Art. The chair assembles by hand without mechanical fasteners and is made of portable, polished 2" square aluminum tubes. The geometry of the chair is a function of calculated slots and tabs cut into the tubing at precise angles. As furniture, the piece is completed with fitted rubber shock cords and a pliable seating surface. As a structural investigation, the piece comprises of individual trusses, each of which is a free-standing element and could be used in architectural applications on a larger scale.
Sagacity Media Headquarters
Portland OR
Beebe Skidmore teamed with Lorraine Guthrie Architect on this 20,000 s.f. corporate office and event space for SagaCity Media, Inc., publishers of Portland Monthly, Portland Spaces, and Seattle Metropolitan. The space is located on the top two floors of a converted warehouse and is an anchoring component of a LEED Gold, adaptive-reuse, mixed-use development.
The loft-like design organizes writers, producers, and business staff around dynamic open work areas--striking a balance between private and collective workspaces. Open areas are subdivided by sculptural pin-up walls to be used for magazine layout. The project also includes an indoor/outdoor event space on the roof level with a commercial kitchen and broadcasting platform.
We provided architectural details for glass office enclosures and a dramatic internal staircase, along with facility programming and selections for finish materials and furniture systems.
Astoria OR
The Astoria Museum of Contemporary Art is a creative initiative to establish an international art destination in the historic maritime town of Astoria, Oregon. Due to its broad wharfs, downtown Astoria has a tiered structure resulting in numerous vacant lots located on the "main drag"--many with steep grade changes and dynamic ramped platforms. The proposal identifies a network of these underutilized urban sites as well as formal strategies for how they might be occupied and organized into a decentralized sequence of outdoor art venues and galleries.


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The Floozies are producer/guitarist Matt Hill and drummer Mark Hill. These two brothers are bringing their fresh approach to electronic music and live performance to venues and festivals all over the country. The duo's combination of cutting edge electronic production and party rocking funk energizes crowds and turns venues into epic dance parties.
Jazz-grass band MilkDrive features award-winning instrumentalists Brian Beken on fiddle and lead vocals, Noah Jeffries on guitar and harmony vocals, Dennis Ludiker on mandolin and harmony vocals, and Matt Mefford on double bass. But awards reveal nothing about the Austin string band's exhilarating sound. Fueled by equal parts tradition and innovation, MilkDrive delivers a distinctive acoustic experience that crosses genres, geographies, and generations.
A new movement has been emanating from the musical mecca of Austin, TX. Steeped in the spirituality and sonic psychedelia, The Nadis Warriors transcend the notion of a band, shedding the restrictions of commonplace stage shows for performance experiences unlike any other in the EDM realm or otherwise. Their eclectic mix of musical layers incorporates Tibetan singing bowls, tablas, live guitar and keys to create an electronic excursion through healing and dance. Focused on moving crowds and melding the collective consciousness, each Nadis Warriors performance is an odyssey built around connectivity, instead of pandering production bent on superficial crowd puppetry.
Described often as "The New Tulsa Sound", Paul Benjaman Band builds on the classic sounds of their 70's rock heroes J.J. cale and Leon Russeell and pushes the boundaries with funky grooves and a guitar-centric live show that often includes many guest musicians.
Midwest reggae rockers Jon Wayne and The Pain have been carving a sizable niche in the reggae-rock genre. Their sophomore release "Follow Through" builds upon the success of the group's self-titled debut album, once again showcasing their unique mix of reggae, rock, and dub that fans can't get enough of. Jon, Teeto and Chuckie are the ultimate coast-to-coast road warriors having played an average of 20 shows per month for the last 3 years. Their live shows are a powerful display of the trio's "Reggae-Tronic Dub". The band creates a unique psychedelic Reggae sound by blending Reggae-Rock, Roots, Pop, and Ska with evolving bass heavy tangents of electronic dub.
After four years of being together, Oklahoma jamtronica band MONTU has played shows everywhere from New York to California, capturing audiences with their high energy performances and their own unique brand of sound blending influences of instrumental rock, electronica, prog, hip hop and trance.
In early 2009, a group of friends got together and started writing music. Eventually, they decided to call it DEERPEOPLE. Over the following year, they refined the songs by playing house parties and small local venues in Stillwater, OK where the audience could be right on top of them. In addition to playing shows with Oklahoma's own Evangelicals, Starlight Mints, Sherree Chamberlain and Jesse Tabish (Other Lives), they were invited to headline the Opolis stage at the 3rd annual Norman Music Festival in Spring 2010, and to perform in the home of Garth Brooks. The band has continued to play throughout the midwest, including an appearance at Oklahoma's Buffalo Lounge at SXSW11. The DEERPEOPLE EP was recorded at Trent Bell Labs with Trent, who has engineered many stand out projects including 2009's re-imagining of The Dark Side of The Moon by The Flaming Lips.
HOSTED by THE MOAI BROADCAST
2013 will carry on what The Moai Broadcast started 4 years ago, a celebration of the birth of spring out of winter. Forming late in 2008, The Moai Broadcast has steadily grown a grassroots following and has created a sound as unique as its name. Their sound unionizes organic and synthetic instrumentation with soulful lyrics and complete abandonment of any preconceptions of what musical expression is to be.
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Combs & Raymer of JFJO - Pilgrim - Desi & Cody - Grazzhopper - Ego Culture - Pidgin Band - Bungalouski
Meanering Orange - Ice Cold Fatty - Holding Space - Vibesystem - The Move - Monad Turk - Low Litas
Whitetail Buckdeer - Steve Liddell - The Fiddlebacks - Jacob Tovar - Frank Grimes - The Great Scotts
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