I have yet to understand people who don't listen to music.
Really.
How can one not fall madly in love with the lyrics of a truly clever song?
And then listen to the song over and over again.
"I have a friend who is a born again. Found his saviour's grace.
And I was born before my father.
And my children before me.
And we are born. And born again. Like the waves of the sea."
"I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles.
Such are promises."
"There we all were in one place - the generation lost in space - but no time left to start again."
I tend to find lines in songs that I'd never thought about before and then realize just how incredible they are (or at least they are to me....)
Granted - I generally HATE love songs. They're nearly all the same song with slightly differing chords and words.
When people tell me they don't listen to music it's almost as painful as when people tell me they don't read.
And people who don't read or listen to music? Agh! What's the point of life?!
Mar 14, 2009
Mar 5, 2009
I just don't want to
Why is it that all I want to do in the morning is sleep and all I want to do at night is procrastinate doing actual work?Seems silly.
<- So does this.
But silly in a comprehensible way. Which, I suppose is likewise, incomprehensible. But then neither of those two. All at once.
Anywho, I just thought I'd randomly post this cover for "Waiting for Godot" here because it pretty much rocks my socks. As well as because I really want to see "Waiting for Godot" sometime. (Dang you conservative Utah. 'Twill never come here.)
Anyone want to watch the video with me? :D
Mar 2, 2009
Book Report
Do I dare?
Really, do I?
I told myself at a few points that it was blog worthy so despite the social whiplash I'm going to get for doing this, I'm doing this.
This past week I read a book titled "Take This Bread: A Radical Conversion." The book was about a woman, Sara Miles, in California converting to Christianity. Not that radical right? Well..
Sara Miles was raised an atheist.
Sara Miles was living in San Francisco at the time of her conversion.
Sara Miles was living with a man in third world country during a revolution and got pregnant and had a baby out of wedlock. She was taking care of this child without a man in her life at the time of her conversion.
Sara Miles is homosexual and living with another woman.
The interesting thing about the book was that she was a real person and a real Christian. Two things don't mix as often as they should.
The impressive part of her writing was that she was able to get to the core of Christianity instead of simply following rules and then calling herself a Christian.
Sara Miles started a food pantry that would sell food for next to nothing to the poor. This food pantry allowed anyone to come and buy food. The process wasn't regulated. It didn't matter if the people were obviously on drugs, were schizophrenic, weren't legal, or if they appeared to be rich. All were welcome.
The food pantry serves over seven hundred people a week.
"These things need to be regulated! This is just promoting laziness!" is the reaction that I think this project would've gotten here in Utah.
But wait! Miles has a point.
The first thing that Miles points to is that Christ ate with sinners and prostitutes. He condemned those who put regulations on every last detail. Remember these weird scriptures:
"For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same?
And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so?"
Honestly, I've given this book no justice. It was quite the book. As far as recommending the book goes: I loved the parts that were about Miles' radically different life and her views on Jesus that were not mystical, but not the mystical stuff (which is the stuff that almost everyone who would read this blog would like more) I really didn't care for as usual.
It would seem as though throughout my life I've never really been exposed to this idea of "liberal Christianity" and now that I keep running into it I've got to say that it has quite a few very valid points. To say something extremely out-of-line in Utah: Jesus teaches mostly liberal ideas.
Overall, Miles makes one really consider Christianity in a different light.
Really, do I?
I told myself at a few points that it was blog worthy so despite the social whiplash I'm going to get for doing this, I'm doing this.
This past week I read a book titled "Take This Bread: A Radical Conversion." The book was about a woman, Sara Miles, in California converting to Christianity. Not that radical right? Well..
Sara Miles was raised an atheist.
Sara Miles was living in San Francisco at the time of her conversion.
Sara Miles was living with a man in third world country during a revolution and got pregnant and had a baby out of wedlock. She was taking care of this child without a man in her life at the time of her conversion.
Sara Miles is homosexual and living with another woman.
The interesting thing about the book was that she was a real person and a real Christian. Two things don't mix as often as they should.
The impressive part of her writing was that she was able to get to the core of Christianity instead of simply following rules and then calling herself a Christian.
Sara Miles started a food pantry that would sell food for next to nothing to the poor. This food pantry allowed anyone to come and buy food. The process wasn't regulated. It didn't matter if the people were obviously on drugs, were schizophrenic, weren't legal, or if they appeared to be rich. All were welcome.
The food pantry serves over seven hundred people a week.
"These things need to be regulated! This is just promoting laziness!" is the reaction that I think this project would've gotten here in Utah.
But wait! Miles has a point.
The first thing that Miles points to is that Christ ate with sinners and prostitutes. He condemned those who put regulations on every last detail. Remember these weird scriptures:
"For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same?
And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so?"
Honestly, I've given this book no justice. It was quite the book. As far as recommending the book goes: I loved the parts that were about Miles' radically different life and her views on Jesus that were not mystical, but not the mystical stuff (which is the stuff that almost everyone who would read this blog would like more) I really didn't care for as usual.
It would seem as though throughout my life I've never really been exposed to this idea of "liberal Christianity" and now that I keep running into it I've got to say that it has quite a few very valid points. To say something extremely out-of-line in Utah: Jesus teaches mostly liberal ideas.
Overall, Miles makes one really consider Christianity in a different light.
Feb 26, 2009
Faking or Refusing
I've spent the night writing a paper on "how [my] previous living environment has affected me."
hahahhah.
That's pretty much ridiculous.
I wasn't required to do so. Why did I do it then?
I can save one hundred plus dollars a month for having written that paper. It was for a housing scholarship with the honors program.
The best part about it is that I know someone who was refusing to write it because it is utterly pointless. She doesn't care as much about the money as her own dignity.
And she's right: it's a bunch of crap that really doesn't mean anything. All of those scholarship and college application essays were. I'm feeling like I'm in High School where I felt this way about nearly all of my essays.
I imagine, however, that it's all my fault because I could've protested against writing a pointless essay and the program chair probably would've let me do something else... but it's due tomorrow and I didn't start it until nine tonight. Next time I'm going to have to stand my own and refuse to waste my time. I'm excited to do so.
hahahhah.
That's pretty much ridiculous.
I wasn't required to do so. Why did I do it then?
I can save one hundred plus dollars a month for having written that paper. It was for a housing scholarship with the honors program.
The best part about it is that I know someone who was refusing to write it because it is utterly pointless. She doesn't care as much about the money as her own dignity.
And she's right: it's a bunch of crap that really doesn't mean anything. All of those scholarship and college application essays were. I'm feeling like I'm in High School where I felt this way about nearly all of my essays.
I imagine, however, that it's all my fault because I could've protested against writing a pointless essay and the program chair probably would've let me do something else... but it's due tomorrow and I didn't start it until nine tonight. Next time I'm going to have to stand my own and refuse to waste my time. I'm excited to do so.
Feb 21, 2009
Not an element
Uranium, element 92, was named after the planet Uranus. Neptunium, element 93, was discovered later and named after Neptune (as Neptune follows Uranus in the planetary line.) Then scientists discovered element 94 which they named Plutonium likewise because of the planets.
But if Pluto's not a planet, is Plutonium an element?
I demand that we rename it. :)
But if Pluto's not a planet, is Plutonium an element?
I demand that we rename it. :)
Feb 18, 2009
Self-Proclaimed Evolutionary
So, in case you haven't noticed, I really don't like creationism or intelligent design. (I'm in favor of theistic evolution until evidence for any other theory makes any sense to me.)
These pictures come from a deist facebook page. I like them. :)
Feb 11, 2009
Brainwashed
Have you ever been in one of those classes where the professor/teacher states what they think about a subject before a debate and then you come to realize later that the discussion was a little tainted because of their personal preference? A class where you suddenly realize everyone sounds like they've been brainwashed by the professor/teacher...
That's a little how I feel right now. I feel as though I've taken the easy way out.
The funny thing about the argument is that I agreed for the most part with what I was saying. At the time it didn't feel like I was being twisted into saying something and I still don't know why it feels that way now.
On a related note - do other people find themselves stating things that they really do believe and then not too long after asking themselves: do I really believe that? It always seems absurd looking at whatever I've stated the second time.
Anyway, I'm feeling a little tricked (like I commonly would after College Writing last year.) I can still see my professor picking out and praising one person in the class and another person in the class looking at my professor a little like she had been "enlightened."
That's a little how I feel right now. I feel as though I've taken the easy way out.
The funny thing about the argument is that I agreed for the most part with what I was saying. At the time it didn't feel like I was being twisted into saying something and I still don't know why it feels that way now.
On a related note - do other people find themselves stating things that they really do believe and then not too long after asking themselves: do I really believe that? It always seems absurd looking at whatever I've stated the second time.
Anyway, I'm feeling a little tricked (like I commonly would after College Writing last year.) I can still see my professor picking out and praising one person in the class and another person in the class looking at my professor a little like she had been "enlightened."
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