Articles by Stephen

Stephen Carradini is a junior at the University of Oklahoma. He loves God and knowing other people. He enjoys music, sports, biking, humor, writing, reading, editing, lists, commas, breakfast cereals, the occasional semicolon; and many other things.

I am about as moved in as I am going to get. I need to fix my bookshelf (especially the shelf that I just noticed is sagging under the weight) and put posters on the walls, but beyond that I’m put up and squared away.

Gospelized is going great guns. I am continually amazed that the things I have to say resonate with people. But they do so in increasing number. I am pretty excited about it.

Independent Clauses had its seventh birthday. I learned that it’s harder than it seems to put together a compilation. Oh well. Next year I’ll know better how to do it.

I’ve recently become obsessed with cover songs. It’s just so interesting to see how things are re-interpreted. I suppose this has a connection to the fact that I am essentially re-interpreting life over there at Gospelized. Actually, I’m just re-interpreting life everywhere. Even that which we create as fiction is an interpretation of experiences and feelings we or others have had.

Peter and I’s book is moving along. We’re moving to outlining.

The illustrious B Burns and I are in beginning stages of starting a humor blog together. The also illustrious Chris Krycho and I are thinking of starting some sort of project called “A Full Tank of Gas and Lots of Wyoming Ahead,” which was the title of a recent post over at Blog and Mablog of the also also illustrious Doug Wilson. We liked the post a lot. I think I liked the phrase more than the content, though. The content was very good; I’m just obsessed with phrases.

That’s what I got.

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So Gospelized has been a great success so far in my book: I enjoy doing the work immensely, and people are responding critically and with congratulations. I can not ask for much more out of a project.

Peter C. Myers and I are starting up serious work on our fantasy novel. I am incredibly excited about this; Peter C. Myers’ thoughtful friendship and joie de vivre are encouragements to my soul.

Independent Clauses needs some new writers; it has come down to solely me. While I’m okay with this, the growing stack of music on my desk is not.

I’ve put The Greater Clothes Exchange of the Universe and The Last Unicorns on Earth on hold right now. I am focused on Gospelized and the fantasy novel (which I will soon unveil the title for, as soon as we have a working one!).

I’ve been reading a great deal of literature about Christian art, as well as Christian art itself. I have Dick Staub‘s The Culturally Savvy Christian sitting next to me, as I’m half-finished with it. I recently purchased beautiful hardcover editions of Paradise Lost, The Poems of John Donne and The Confessions of St. Augustine; I have started in on the Donne so far. At the same incredible book sale, I purchased a softcover volume that includes all of the Chronicles of Narnia (side note: I almost wrote the Chronic WHAT cles of Nar-nia).

This weekend I hung out with Brent Baldwin, who was co-songwriter with me in Tragic Landscape (second side note: the current band picture at that site is one of about four on the internet that feature me without facial hair). We got together because we, along with members PC Hance III and Kyle Smith, recently decided to record Tragic Landscape’s last, lost album HeIsTheSuperFool over the next few months. As we will be in two separate towns, it could be a slow process. We’re okay with that. It’s been in the queue for four years already.

We also wrote a few songs for a possible future project tentatively titled Broken Keys that we plan to conduct primarily over long-distance, a la The Postal Service. Think soft-rock and reggae meshed together. Totally kidding. It will sound nothing like that. Honest.

Also, I’ve been recently pretty obsessed with Lost and Found by the Fools. Its beautiful melodies and gentle songwriting have captured the essence of this slowly-arriving summer for me.

Wrapping up this absurdly long project update, I’ll leave you with the realization that we are in the sports doldrums. As a Mets fan, I can’t even get excited about baseball until late August or September, because that’s when the Mets will either crash and burn or barely eek into the playoffs. No matter how awesome they’re doing, they’ll find a way to mess it up. And there’s no other sports to watch, save NASCAR, but there’s a whole post on whether or not that’s even a sport. Same for golf. Less than 180 days to college football season!

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Ukelele army

I usually like to write things on this blog, but there’s just nothing to be said after watching this ukelele choir cover “Kids” than this: “I want to hug every member of the ukelele army.”

Props to Alex Lee for bringing it to my attention.

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Thunder down

The Thunder lost a close one, as I predicted. I did not predict Kevin Durant to bail like he did, though. That was a terrible outing. Offseason assignments:

Kevin Durant – get them to pump audience noise through the Ford Center and practice shooting jump shots.
Russell Westbrooks – set up moving tackling dummies and practice making good decisions with the ball.
Jeff Green – You shoot a lot of three-pointers, son. You miss a lot of them, too. Especially clutch ones. Fix it.
Harden – If I can’t remember your first name, you aren’t getting your name called enough. Rebound. Shoot. Get better.
Eric Maynor – You need experience. Get experienced.
Serge Ibaka – Actually, you did pretty freakin’ great this year. Your D was awesome, which is why we have you. I guess you could work on shooting.
Nick Collison – You will run box out drills till your feet fall off. Your failure to box out cost the Thunder game 6.
Nenad Krstic – Like Ibaka, you did pretty stinkin’ great in your role. You carried us in game 3 until our big boys kicked it in. Kudos.

and the rest of y’all run some laps or something.

I want sixty wins next year. I know it’s a tall order, but I think you guys can do it. Especially if we manage to get anyone tall and talented to help out Collison.

You successfully raised the bar on expectations, Durant and co. I hope you do not rue this series as the day things got too heavy for you.

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After several weeks of work getting all the details together, Gospelized.com is live today. It’s a daily art project focused on the gospel. I’ll be posting poems, essays, stories, photos, drawings, and more. I am tempted to include other people’s art (“This Too Shall Pass” by OK GO has some deep truths not too far off from the Gospel, in my opinion), but for now it’s a 100% unique blog. Today’s poem was inspired by Glee. It’s not my favorite poem thus far (that would be Poem of Ecstatic Praise #1), but it’s a worthy entry.

I have been neglecting Independent Clauses in favor of Gospelized; what can I say? I’m a sucker for a new project. This weekend, though, I’m jumping back on the IC horse and cranking out a bunch of overdue reviews.

Peter C. Myers and I have started up work again on our epic tale. I will keep you posted.

I’ve put Greater Clothes Exchange of the Universe on hold until I have a firm grip on how Gospelized works. Then I can dedicate brain space to my new novel.

Thunder prediction: Game 6 is a close loss. I love my boys, but I think that the Lakers found the magic formula in Game 5. Please, please prove me wrong, Durantula/Westbrooks/James Harden!

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Having never been able to cheer for a hometown team (recap: New York, Florida, Texas, Wisconsin, Minnesota), the concept of hometown pride didn’t really register with me, except as related to college sports. Having those boys in blue play in my town, five miles from where I work, is thrilling. Reading articles praising the Thunder and especially Kevin Durant strike up a pride in me that I have never experienced, even as an ardent fan of the Green Bay Packers. Those are my boys.

But what’s special about the Oklahoma City Thunder is the fact that they are rock-solid under pressure. They conduct themselves with grace on the court and grace in the press conference that is almost unheard of in professional sports. For example, schoolyard bully Phil Jackson made it to the playoffs again with his Lakers. The man is a good coach when it comes to basketball; when it comes to PR, he’s an awful person. He tries to rattle players, teams, coaches and even referees. He gave the treatment to Kevin Durant at the beginning of the playoffs, insisting that referees were giving him preferential treatment in free throws.

Scott Brooks, the NBA coach of the year, could have ripped ol’ Phil a new one for trashing his star. There are plenty of people in professional sports (Kevin Garnett, old-school Ron Artest, all-school Mark Cuban, most of the football coaches in the world) who would have done just that. Scotty “Ice” Brooks, as I’m now calling him, instead said this:

“I have read about it,” Brooks said before the Thunder opened their first-round playoff series against the Lakers at Staples Center on Sunday. “But not one guy in our organization, players or coaches, we haven’t even talked about it. We understand that you have to play.

“There’s nothing that you can say in the paper that should affect you. Mind games to me are overrated.”

Wait. Did you just shove Phil Jackson to the section of your brain reserved for the grocery list? And get your team to do the same? Yes. That just happened.

But wait! There’s more. Kevin Durant, current NBA scoring champion and youngest scoring champion ever (yeah, at 22, I’m older than him), has humility. Yes, go back and read that sentence again. Then read these next ones:

“We don’t have guys like Kobe Bryant that can just go off for 30 points in the fourth quarter to win the game or hit a fade-away 3-pointer and win a game. We don’t have people like that.

Reminded that as the NBA scoring champ who averaged 30.1 points a game, he would be cast as that guy, Durant shook his head.

“I’m not there,” he said. “I wish, that’s where I’m trying to get to, but I’m not there yet.”

You are the best scorer in the league on the most improved team in possibly the history of sports (note: the series with the Lakers is, in fact, 2-2), and you have the humility to admit that you probably aren’t going to nail a pressure shot every time?

I think my heart glowed a little bit brighter with pride. I don’t know about Mr. Durant’s religious affiliations or lack thereof, but his amount of humility humbles me as a Christian. I, for one, would probably not be that gracious. I would probably shoot my mouth off. Because I’m awesome. Yeah. What now?!

This means that being a card-carrying Thunder fan has made me a better person. I feel kind of hokey saying it, but it’s honestly true. I am proud of the fact that the entire team works hard in the gym every practice (according to “Ice” Brooks). I am proud of the fact that they never quit playing in games, even when behind (there’s a certain defending champion basketball team that can’t say the same). I am proud of the fact that they respond to criticism graciously and don’t get rattled.

And once I realize how proud I am of that, I realize how I could be proud of those things in myself, if I had them in the same quantities.

But it’s so different when people are attacking me unjustly! I’m right! they’re wrong!

But Mr. Jackson lashed out incorrectly not only personally, but personally at Durantula in public. And Kevin Durant took it in stride. Again. I am not that good at life.

So, while I love the fact that the Thunder are underdogs (phew! avoided a thunderdogs joke!), local, talented and winning, I most love the fact that they have character. And their character challenges me. And that is very, very unusual in a team.

Go Thunder. Beat LA.

(all quotes from ESPN Los Angeles.com’s “Brooks: Durant deserves calls”)

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I am extremely interested in sports. I initially wrote “obsessed,” but that’s not exactly true. I can turn off my fandom if I have to. The number of situations that I feel it necessary to turn off my fandom is a significantly smaller number than most people, though.

This passion (I think that’s a fair term) has been invested in multiple sports.  My first love was baseball: I pored over baseball box scores, meticulously researching my Mets and Marlins. My choosing methods for fandom were to shape the rest of my sports-loving career; I chose those two teams (which, much to my current chagrin, are divisional rivals – I was not aware of how sports worked at that point) because they had the worst records in baseball in 1994. I was six years old.

The Marlins won the world series in ’97; I was allowed to stay up late on a school night to watch game seven. I feel pretty gangster (although I wouldn’t have said it that way then) because the game went to extra innings, so I got to stay up even later. I distinctly remember hunching over on the couch at the very end of the game, waiting for something. I don’t remember celebrating ferociously; I’m sure I did that, though. They sold their team off after that, and I soured on them. I dropped them from my fanship, although I still rooted for them when they were on TV. Their similar post-world series antics in 2003 made them dead to me.

I still root for the Mets. That’s pretty much all there is to say about that.

Football was the next sport to take hold of my attention. I was a Cowboys fan by proximity; Dallas was the closest to Oklahoma. I dropped my affections after Michael Irvin’s 1996 drug bust. It didn’t take much to turn me in those days. I picked up the Packers, who did me well for many, many years. I only recently turned in my Packers fanship when I realized that half of OU’s draftees and my favorite football player of all time (Brett Favre is a man’s man) were on the Vikings, and I secretly wanted to cheer for them despite their avowed hatred of my “favorite” team. I put the cheeseheads in the closet (yes, my family actually owns cheeseheads) and got an Adrian Peterson jersey for Christmas.

College sports shall be addressed at another time, as my fanaticism actually does border on obsession. And even if you scraped up all the ice in Oklahoma, I’m not sure you’d have enough for a hockey rink.

But the reason for this post is that I have just now had my little heart tweaked (not broken, mind you; that’s for game four/five/six/seven) by the NBA for the first time. Because goodness gracious, I love the OKC Thunder. 

Next time I’ll explain more about my love of the Thunder.

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I’ve been having a lot of issues with my creative life recently. They come in the form of several realizations.

The first is that I don’t have the guts to do terrible things to my characters. I get annoyed when writers do emotionally damaging things to their characters; it makes me want to stop reading. At the same time, if a writer can make me feel that strongly for a character that I do not want to see that character in harm, the author has done his job very well. So, to rephrase my previous statement: I balk at good writing. If I balk as a reader, there’s no way I can I get through it as an author. This is probably why my manuscript looks a lot more like Garden State than The Royal Tenenbaums. Both are essentially about family. One does brutal things to its characters emotionally and makes me feel it. The other has Zach Braff in it.

I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to combat this. I suppose I’ll work on writing realistic characters in painful situations and get used to it. Otherwise Ted Dekker will keep selling more books than me.

The second realization is a begrudging admission of something I’ve fought against for a long time. As much as I love piano and bass, rock bands need guitars (Ben Folds Five notwithstanding). And out of all the instruments I’ve ever picked up, the guitar is the only one that has baffled me. So, I need a guitarist. And that’s a difficult proposition.

The final realization is that my emotional stress has been incapacitating my creative life instead of enabling it. At the risk of sounding metaphysical, I’ll say that I’m wasting good suffering by not turning it into good art. That’s all. Don’t want you to think I’m going off the deep end here. But I did write a hymn today about my frustrations. It’s my daily post over at my new art project (which I will let you all in on soon, as soon as I finish tweaking a few things).

I’m trying to turn it around; it’s a real struggle. But I suppose most things in life are.

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New projects!

If I go too long without a project at hand, I start to lose my mind. So, I’m using this summer to get into top-flight shape:

+I’m picking up running (Couch to 5K! Yes!)

+I’m starting a new art project to be announced very soon

+I’m working on Independent Clauses’ 7th birthday project

+I’m working on the outline for my next novel, The Greater Clothes Exchange of the Universe

+I’m working on a collaborative novel with Peter C. Myers

+I just bought an organ, which I will be using to write new songs, some of which will go towards point number two

And that is all. But it’s certainly enough.

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I’d rather be a car wheel than a fan

cause then at least I’d be moving you.

As a fan I’d go faster and faster and then

still be in the same place still doing the same thing

and that’s not a very good end

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