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First they came…

jewish-prisoners

“First they came …” is a popular poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out for me.

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The evolution of vampirism

bella vampire

There has been a modern revival of vampirism in recent years.  Although AIDS has put a dampener on sucking your girlfriend’s blood, no one can deny there is a growing subculture which embracing everything vampish, and its popularity has spilled over into mainstream pop-culture.

What is modern-day vampirism? Simply, the party by night, sleep by day mentality. Dressing in black, celebrating everything macabre and sensual. What is its origin? To cut a long story short, the early Slavs and Britons had a strong belief in vampires (living corpses empowered by evil, craving blood as sustenance) up until the early 1800s. Some occultists today believe supernatural vampirism to be a fact (another post perhaps?).

If I was to ask who is the most popular vampire in history – an overwhelming majority would say Dracula (although my kids might say Sesame Street’s The Count). Have you ever wondered how the superstar of horror was inspired?

Dracula was very much a real person, called Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia (or more commonly known as the Vlad The Impaler, or Draculea (1431-1476). He was a madman who massacred more than 100,000 men women, children, and babies during his lifetime in the most sickening, disturbing ways imaginable. And to drive the point home (pun intended) let me go into detail – but please be warned, the next paragraph isn’t nice to read (skip it if you want).

The atrocities committed by Vlad included impaling, torturing, burning, skinning, roasting, and boiling people, feeding people the flesh of their friends or relatives, cutting off limbs and drowning.  As his name implies… Impalement was Vlad’s preferred method of torture and execution. An oiled stake was slowly forced through the anus until it emerged from the mouth. Death by impalement was slow and agonizing and victims sometimes endured for hours or even days. One claim says he impaled 10,000 in the Transylvanian city of Sibiu in a single day (and I bet you thought Transylvania was only a fictional country).

Sorry you had to read that – but again I wish to make a point, which is simply this…

The origins of vampirism is nothing short of pure evil. The original vampire, Vlad Dracul, was nothing short of pure evil. The vampires in books and films of yesteryear were nothing short of pure evil.

But times have changed.

Pure evil has become not-so-bad-pretty-good-actually evil. The repulsive has become romantic. The villain has now become the hero. We, the pop-culture consumers have made the slow (but sure) transition from hating the vampire, to cheering for him… or her.

Is anyone else concerned?

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The love of the telling?

playing guitar on sofa

There are many concepts addressed in C. S. Lewis’ The Great Divorce that are extremely insightful, if not equally controversial. (Read the flannelgraph review here).

I admit to being only an amateur musician, focusing mostly on writing songs for use in congregational worship, but I find Lewis’ insight into the motivations of the ‘Christian’ artist deeply challenging.

“It was all a snare. Ink and catgut and paint were necessary down there [on earth], but they are also dangerous stimulants. Every poet and musician, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the thing he tells, to love of the telling till, down in Deep Hell, they cannot be interested in God at all but only in what they say about Him. For it doesn’t stop… you know. They sink lower – become interested in their own personalities and then in nothing but their own reputations.”

I must ask myself… am I guilty of the same?   Being drawn away from loving the One I tell about, by the love of the telling?

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Hidden tunnels under Albert Park

albert park tunnel plan

  • I have always been fascinated by World War 2 history and especially old gun emplacements, tunnels and stuff.  A dream I have is to visit France and explore the Axis fortifications along the coast (including the sub-pens).  In future posts I will be writing about some of New Zealand’s historic WW2 sites, but first I want to write about the Holy Grail of  such sites… Albert Park.

    Albert Park is a beautiful and serene park situated in the centre of downtown Auckland, a reprieve from busy city life and frequented by many suit-and-tie guys and students on their lunch-breaks each day.

    Albert Park was originally the site of the Albert Barracks, one of Auckland’s early European military fortifications, which was converted into a public park in the 1880s.  But it is not Albert Park itself that exudes intrigue… but what lies beneath.What most people don’t know is that underneath Albert Park is over 3.5 kilometres of man-made tunnels built during the war to shelter over 20,000 people in the event of an air-raid.  The tunnels consist of a network of shelters, sanitation facilities and first aid posts, all ventilated by air shafts, with a total of nine entrances.  Fortunately, the expected air raids did not eventuate, but with the tunnels unused, by the end of 1943 the timber supports were beginning to fail. By February 1945, the tunnels were filled in with unfired clay bricks, the entrances buried and the air shafts and other shafts in-filled.

    And so the tunnels remain to this day…

    This, my friends is the stuff adventure is made of.  I don’t know about you, but the Indiana-Jones-alter-ego in me screams out to throw caution to the wind…  to look for an entrance, rediscover long-forgotten places and flee from giant boulders (okay perhaps not flee from giant boulders ;-) ).  As this site shows, there have been exposed entrances in recent years and intrepid (or insane depending on how you look at it) explorers have ventured inside.

    What I am dying to know is:

    • Are they still accessible today?  (One article written in march 2009 said they still are.)
    • Will my wife let me?  (Happy wife happy life.)
    • If the answer to the above questions is “Yes”, who’s keen for a roadtrip to Albert Park (and beneath)?

    Further Albert Park tunnel info: to whet your adventurer’s appetite:

  • Please leave a comment if you have any further information, know of exposed entrances… think I’m crazy, etc.

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    I am a singing at the party…

    nacho libre

    The latest movie to grace my best-movies-of-all-time list is a film that exudes intelligence, high drama, phenomenal acting and a deeply spiritual message…

    Nacho Libre.

    Some movies have the magical ability to get better with each viewing and Nacho Libre is definitely one of these.  Especially when the whole family watches it multiple times.  Then a well-placed Nacho quote, impression, song, or pose brings the house down and leaves happy memories forever after… like singing the  Encarnación song around the dinner table as a family (after sucking spaghetti up our noses) – Classic.

    Below are some of my favourite Nacho Libre quotes…

    Nacho: Chancho. When you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It’s for fun.

    Sister Encarnación: Well, my favorite color is light tan. My favourite animal is puppies. I like serving the lord. Hiking, play volleyball…
    Nacho:
    You gotta be kidding me. Everything you just said, is MY favourite thing to do, every day!

    Nacho: I’m a little concerned right now. About… your salvation and stuff.

    Nacho: I know the wrestlers get all the fancy ladies, and the clothes, and the fancy creams and lotions. But my life is good! Really good! I get to wake up every morning, at 5am, and make some soup! It’s the best. I love it. I get to lay in a bed, all by myself, all of my life! That’s fantastic!

    Sister Encarnación: Where are your robes, Ignacio?
    Nacho: They were… stinky. These are my recreational clothes.
    Sister Encarnación: They look expensive.
    Nacho: Thank you. I mean… they might have the appearance of riches, but beneath the clothes, we find a man… and beneath the man we find… his… nucleus.

    Sister Encarnación: Ignacio, I have been looking all over for you, where have you been?
    Nacho: I have been here. I have been sleeping.
    Sister Encarnación: In a frilly shirt and slacks?
    Nacho: They are my PJ’s.

    I know, I know… just reading the quotes just don’t do them justice.    So why don’t you treat yourself to an evening of happy shenanigans and rent the DVD.  It’s good, clean, very very funny and…

    “It’s the best.” ;-)