Good song: Sello Tape

This pretty much sums it up:

 

Lives are like retractable pencils
If you push them too hard they’re gonna break
And people are like paper dolls
Paper dolls and people, they’re a similar shape
Hmm hmm hm

Love is like a roll of tape
It’s real good for making two things one
But just like that roll of tape
Love sometimes breaks off before you were done

Another way that love is similar to tape
That I’ve noticed
Is sometimes it’s hard to see the end
You search on the roll
(search on the roll)
Search on the roll
(searching round the roll)
Search on the roll
(search)

With your fingernail
Again and again
And again and again
And again.

Brown paper, white paper
Stick it together with the tape
The tape of love
The sticky stuff

Brown paper, white paper
Stick it together with tape
The tape of love
The sticky stuff.
People people

Chorus:
Brown paper, white paper
Paper paper Stick it together with tape
Paper paper The tape of love
People people
People people
Pencil pencil
Pencil pencil
Paper paper

Put the pencil to the paper
Give the paper to the people
Let the people read about the sello tape
Oh baby baby
Yeah

You know, Jemaine, I’ve been thinking about love. And I guess it’s the very strongest adhesive.

Oh sorry, Bret. Were you talking to me? I was humming. What did you say?

Oh, just…nothing.

Brown paper, white paper
Stick it together with tape
The tape of love
The sticky stuff
Yeah

Ooh brown
Brown paper, white paper
Stick it together with tape
The tape of love
Say it
Sticky
Stick stick
Stick it together
Ye-yeah

Uganda Day 1

Day 1 of our trip to Uganda, we visited a Compassion International Child Survival Program project in a very remote village. We left Kampala and drove for 2+ hours to get there.

Part of the visit included a series of songs and traditional dances from the women of the CSP. This song stuck with us more than “It’s a Small World”.

Landing in Uganda

At the tail-end of our trip to Uganda, we were blessed to be able to go to the NW part of the country for a little trip up the Nile river and a safari into the grasslands. This short video gives a airplane-level view of the country we were in as well as the quality landing by the experienced pilots.

A Quick Trip Through Addis Ababa

On our way back from Obe Kale Haywet center in the city of Obe, I turned on the camera as soon as we entered the outskirts of Addis Ababa. Our bus driver kept one hand on the wheel and the other on the horn. We were all tired of the honking and the somewhat erratic driving (although, it doesn’t seem to have been out of order for the region) by the time we got back to the hotel.

Why I Hate Guitar Hero

I am terrible at Guitar Hero and I don’t really care. I have played it a few times and find it to be an affront to my intellect. Simply: Guitar Hero is a blight on society.

I know. It’s shocking that somebody of my superior mental prowess may be insulted by a game. Let me explain why. 

  1. I can rock like Slash without any real skills. No longer is hard work, frustration, and aching fingers required! I can be a complete slacker and as soon as I strap on that awesome midget plastic guitar, I am as good as somebody who has labored for years. It’s a metaphor for how many of our society approach life. It’s teaching our young ‘uns that there’s no value to working hard. Just sit at home and stare at the screen. Good things will come to you. Guitar Hero is breeding litter of non-thinking, no skill empty-heads.
  2. I’m better at fake-rocking than you are! Fork out another $60 and you can have two midget plastic guitars and compete against your friends or family for the crown of the slacker kingdom.
  3. Guitar players are heroes. Um, no. If you want to be a hero, save somebody’s life, become a mentor, or just spend time talking with a kid (maybe even your own, gasp). Fake midget plastic guitar playing TV zombies are not heroes. Heroes destroy zombies!
  4. It’s not even a real guitar!

If you want to enjoy an instrument that has 5 chords, play Ukulele!

Mark Warfel takes a mud bath

From the footage taken in Ethiopia, September 2007:

After I had to jump over a muddy area on our path, I had a feeling that somebody was going to eat it, so I turned on my camera and waited for the magic to take place. Low and behold, Mr. Mark Warfel, M.C. at Creation Festivals, missed his take-off and splashed the very silty mud all over himself. Like the great guy he is, he took it in stride and we were able to laugh about it.