So, I've noticed that my blogs are all really short. I have just come from the tropical Island vacation of all Blogs, www.thebackburner.blogspot.com, aka. Andrew Rudd's blog. If you are interested in how college Kelly has been formed, please check out this website to witness the writings of one huge influence. (Please note that I do not mean that he is huge in size, I meant his influence on my life.)

On Saturday, a few more steps were made in my journey toward understanding "community". I went to Linda Leon's house to help paint her living room. There were about 10 people there sacrificing their Saturday mornings and clothing to the smell and stain of "emultions consisting of pigments, suspended in a liquid medium" (definition of paint found by Trena Diminno).

Little Abby and Noah Leon were hanging out and getting in the way but were quite delightful. After a while (maybe I was under the influence of the paint) I decided to call the radio station we were listening to and dedicate a song to all the women. The DJ said he didn't know what to play. "Well, Mr. DJ, why don't you suprise us?"
"Uh, okay. I'll ask everyone else here what they think I should play."
Well, when the dedication came we were all really excited. The DJ's voice began.
"There is a group of girls painting a friend's house and they wanted me to dedicate a song to them, but I don't know what to play. So, I'm just going to say, hi, and good luck."

No song.
Nothing.

A commercial began to play as we all cursed 94.1 under our breaths or outloud (depending on the person) for not playing a song for us.

The commercial ended and another song started. WHY DIDN'T HE JUST DEDICATE THAT SONG TO US? I mean, really! He's a DJ for crying out loud. He has to play some song next. Are you telling me that in a studio full of music, and with the inevitability of some song coming on next, he wasn't able to even pretend that the next song on was for us!!!!! Really! Come On!

Oh, but back to the idea of community. Well, I'm tired and am going to bed so I'll make it short. A lot of people came to help Linda. We care about her. That's what you do when you're part of a community. You sacrifice your Saturday morning to paint.

Ahhhh. A day well spent. I suppose that is what I always want to feel when I lay my head down every night. A few days ago I took a few hours to paint. My room has recently been redecorated and one wall still needed something. Well, now it has a fantastic Kelly Vrooman original.

Most recent internal struggle of mine:
I hate not having a home with my conflicting interests. Two areas specifically come to mind.
1. As a filmmaker and artist, it is not cool to say you are a Christian. On the other hand, as a Christian, Hollywood is corrupt and scary.
2. As a person seeking to stop injustice against women (you can use the 'f' word if you want...that's right...'feminist') It is not at all popular to also be a Christian. And there is no group more afraid of the word 'feminist' than Christians.

I am a firm believer that these worlds can all live in harmony, but why is that so damn difficult to do? I'm sick of not having a home.