If you’ve found your way to this page, it probably means that your Christmas card has arrived and didn’t get lost in the mail. Hurrah! As promised, here is a recording of my speech. It was done at home with GarageBand so please excuse the messy bits.
May the hope, the joy, the mystery and the peace of Christmas find you and give your heart strength as we step into the new year.
I finished reading The Light Between Oceans a couple of hours ago and I’m still dealing with a book hangover. M. L. Stedman has woven a tale I won’t soon forget.
Set in Australia in the years after the Great War, The Light Between Oceans is the story of Tom and Isabel Sherbourne, two people trying to build a life with the pieces the war leftover. It starts out on Janus Rock where Tom mans the lighthouse. Each night he climbs the step to light the light, warning ships of the dangers of the ocean below. But the ocean is relentless, and full of terrors.
One morning as Isabel plants rosemary bush on the grave of yet another child who came too soon she sees a rowboat wrecked on the beach below. Tom runs down and finds the body of a stranger in the boat, and miraculously, a small child wrapped in a lavender cardigan, alone but alive.
Tom is the first to ask the question, “What should we do?” It will take the rest of the book to answer.
This is a story of blurred lines and grey places, where heros and villains are not so easy to spot. I found myself unsure of who to root for, hoping for both possible endings while knowing, as Tom does from the start, that you can’t have both.
This book reminds me of The Dive from Clauson’s Pier. Love may be the answer, but which love is stronger – the one that holds on or the one that lets go?
All I know for now is that The Light Between Oceans hasn’t let go of me yet.
I came across this quote today and I completely disagree:
The better you know technology the worse you probably know good art. [Source]
This sentence feels like a throwback to the old days of grimacing NASA scientists in white labcoats and thick, dark glasses, staring intelligently at computers that took up an entire room. This is 2015, and as we learned a couple of years ago, the people at NASA are a lot cooler than they used to be.
[Bobak Ferdowsi, ladies and gentlemen.]
It frustrates me that someone is still perpetuating the idea that science is somehow the polar opposite of art; that technology is cold and colourless. If your tech is cold and colourless, you’re doing it wrong.
Technology is beautiful.
Technology takes someone who only had eight crayons to colour with and gives them a 64 pack. (And then a 256, a 512, a 1024…) When it’s done well technology gets out of the way so your best thinking, your greatest innovation, your strongest connections can shine.
It’s backwards and inside-out to presume that tech people aren’t artistic people. It simply isn’t true. The better technology gets, the more creativity it demands, not less. Sure it takes a lot of math to get to Mars, but you have to imagine it first.