Saturday, December 22, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Too noisy
We live in a noisy world. Our world is too noisy. We are the world, and it is noisy because of us. We are the problem, we cannot get away, and we do not wish to get away because we believe that silence will be the death of us; however, on the contrary, only the silence can revive our deafened spirits.
Eventually, it is my hope, that even though we will be deafened by the noise, we will be subjected to take moment and listen to the beautiful reparation symphony of silence.
Unfortunately, it seems that we deny silence it's right, our right, and turn up the volume. What then shall happen? How deafened by noise can a human be before he loses all other senses. Surely the noise will take a rampant toll.
Isn't that the point, though? A distraction from the One from whom silence was created.
Yaddah yaddah no one reads this, tea and crumpets, figs when in season
The silence shall be our revitalization!
Have a conversation with the silence, the stillness, and you will be able to sort out your thoughts that have been entangled and plastered with the ideas of this world.
Speak to the One, and ask to not miss for the blessing of silence. Seek it, and then you shall be still.
Eventually, it is my hope, that even though we will be deafened by the noise, we will be subjected to take moment and listen to the beautiful reparation symphony of silence.
Unfortunately, it seems that we deny silence it's right, our right, and turn up the volume. What then shall happen? How deafened by noise can a human be before he loses all other senses. Surely the noise will take a rampant toll.
Isn't that the point, though? A distraction from the One from whom silence was created.
Yaddah yaddah no one reads this, tea and crumpets, figs when in season
The silence shall be our revitalization!
Have a conversation with the silence, the stillness, and you will be able to sort out your thoughts that have been entangled and plastered with the ideas of this world.
Speak to the One, and ask to not miss for the blessing of silence. Seek it, and then you shall be still.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Study abode
Might I point out that studying in bed trumps sitting in an uncomfortable chair in a cold and crowded library. Call me a recluse, but keeping up any kind of studying appearances leeches critical concentration.
Friday, December 7, 2012
gum under the table
I've never had the twisted urge to stick my slimy piece of gum underneath the table until now. I ponder this unusual propensity, laboriously chewing on what will soon be found by someone else's fingertips in disgust.
I sure hope all of the past chewed pieces of gum that I have come across in my day have been the recipients of a similar gravity and have not been the object of some nonchalant and hurriedly placed piece of flavored rubber.
A strategically placed piece of gum surely deserves more consideration than that.
I sure hope all of the past chewed pieces of gum that I have come across in my day have been the recipients of a similar gravity and have not been the object of some nonchalant and hurriedly placed piece of flavored rubber.
A strategically placed piece of gum surely deserves more consideration than that.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Arsenic and Old Lace
I very well may be the only one who randomly thought of the play Arsenic and Old Lace as I was sitting in class today. I don't know the source of my produced thoughts. I don't think I want to either.
So, if you ever randomly think of Arsenic and Old Lace, hit me up, and maybe we can ascertain our conceptions.
"Men just don't get into window seats and die!"
So, if you ever randomly think of Arsenic and Old Lace, hit me up, and maybe we can ascertain our conceptions.
"Men just don't get into window seats and die!"
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Thanksgiving Proclamations
Let us review the past Thanksgiving Day proclamations by William Bradford, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, George Bush, and Barack Obama.
William Bradford
William Bradford
Inasmuch as the great Father has given us this year an abundant harvest of Indian corn, wheat, peas, beans, squashes, and garden vegetables, and has made the forests to abound with game and the sea with fish and clams, and inasmuch as he has protected us from the ravages of the savages, has spared us from pestilence and disease, has granted us freedom to worship God according to the dictates of our own conscience.
Now I, your magistrate, do proclaim that all ye Pilgrims, with your wives and ye little ones, do gather at ye meeting house, on ye hill, between the hours of 9 and 12 in the day time, on Thursday, November 29th, of the year of our Lord one thousand six hundred and twenty-three and the third year since ye Pilgrims landed on ye Pilgrim Rock, there to listen to ye pastor and render thanksgiving to ye Almighty God for all His blessings.
--William Bradford
Ye Governor of Ye Colony
George Washington
WHEREAS, It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor;
WHEREAS, Both the houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me "to recommend to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:"
Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted' for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.
And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions; to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have show kindness to us), and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows to be best.
--George Washington - October 3, 1789
Abraham Lincoln
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consiousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.
No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People.
I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.
By the President: Abraham Lincoln
George Bush
Thanksgiving is a time for families and friends to gather together and express gratitude for all that we have been given, the freedoms we enjoy, and the loved ones who enrich our lives. We recognize that all of these blessings, and life itself, come not from the hand of man but from Almighty God.
Every Thanksgiving, we remember the story of the Pilgrims who came to America in search of religious freedom and a better life. Having arrived in the New World, these early settlers gave thanks to the Author of Life for granting them safe passage to this abundant land and protecting them through a bitter winter. Our Nation's first President, George Washington, stated in the first Thanksgiving proclamation that "It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor." While in the midst of the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln revived the tradition of proclaiming a day of thanksgiving, asking God to heal our wounds and restore our country.
Today, as we look back on the beginnings of our democracy, Americans recall that we live in a land of many blessings where every person has the right to live, work, and worship in freedom. Our Nation is especially thankful for the brave men and women of our Armed Forces who protect these rights while setting aside their own comfort and safety. Their courage keeps us free, their sacrifice makes us grateful, and their character makes us proud. Especially during the holidays, our whole country keeps them and their families in our thoughts and prayers.
Americans are also mindful of the need to share our gifts with others, and our Nation is moved to compassionate action. We pay tribute to all caring citizens who reach out a helping hand and serve a cause larger than themselves.
On this day, let us all give thanks to God who blessed our Nation's first days and who blesses us today. May He continue to guide and watch over our families and our country always.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim November 27, 2008, as a National Day of Thanksgiving. I encourage all Americans to gather together in their homes and places of worship with family, friends, and loved ones to strengthen the ties that bind us and give thanks for the freedoms and many blessings we enjoy.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-first day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-third.
GEORGE W. BUSH
Barack Obama
On Thanksgiving Day, Americans everywhere gather with family and friends to recount the joys and blessings of the past year. This day is a time to take stock of the fortune we have known and the kindnesses we have shared, grateful for the God-given bounty that enriches our lives. As many pause to lend a hand to those in need, we are also reminded of the indelible spirit of compassion and mutual responsibility that has distinguished our Nation since its earliest days.
Many Thanksgivings have offered opportunities to celebrate community during times of hardship. When the Pilgrims at Plymouth Colony gave thanks for a bountiful harvest nearly four centuries ago, they enjoyed the fruits of their labor with the Wampanoag tribe – a people who had shared vital knowledge of the land in the difficult months before. When President George Washington marked our democracy's first Thanksgiving, he prayed to our Creator for peace, union, and plenty through the trials that would surely come. And when our Nation was torn by bitterness and civil war, President Abraham Lincoln reminded us that we were, at heart, one Nation, sharing a bond as Americans that could bend but would not break. Those expressions of unity still echo today, whether in the contributions that generations of Native Americans have made to our country, the Union our forebears fought so hard to preserve, or the providence that draws our families together this season.
As we reflect on our proud heritage, let us also give thanks to those who honor it by giving back. This Thanksgiving, thousands of our men and women in uniform will sit down for a meal far from their loved ones and the comforts of home. We honor their service and sacrifice. We also show our appreciation to Americans who are serving in their communities, ensuring their neighbors have a hot meal and a place to stay. Their actions reflect our age-old belief that we are our brothers' and sisters' keepers, and they affirm once more that we are a people who draw our deepest strength not from might or wealth, but from our bonds to each other.
On Thanksgiving Day, individuals from all walks of life come together to celebrate this most American tradition, grateful for the blessings of family, community, and country. Let us spend this day by lifting up those we love, mindful of the grace bestowed upon us by God and by all who have made our lives richer with their presence.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, BARACK OBAMA, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim Thursday, November 22, 2012, as a National Day of Thanksgiving. I encourage the people of the United States to join together – whether in our homes, places of worship, community centers, or any place of fellowship for friends and neighbors – and give thanks for all we have received in the past year, express appreciation to those whose lives enrich our own, and share our bounty with others.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand twelve, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-seventh.
George Washington
WHEREAS, It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor;
WHEREAS, Both the houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me "to recommend to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:"
Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted' for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.
And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions; to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have show kindness to us), and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows to be best.
--George Washington - October 3, 1789
Abraham Lincoln
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consiousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.
No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People.
I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.
By the President: Abraham Lincoln
George Bush
Thanksgiving is a time for families and friends to gather together and express gratitude for all that we have been given, the freedoms we enjoy, and the loved ones who enrich our lives. We recognize that all of these blessings, and life itself, come not from the hand of man but from Almighty God.
Every Thanksgiving, we remember the story of the Pilgrims who came to America in search of religious freedom and a better life. Having arrived in the New World, these early settlers gave thanks to the Author of Life for granting them safe passage to this abundant land and protecting them through a bitter winter. Our Nation's first President, George Washington, stated in the first Thanksgiving proclamation that "It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor." While in the midst of the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln revived the tradition of proclaiming a day of thanksgiving, asking God to heal our wounds and restore our country.
Today, as we look back on the beginnings of our democracy, Americans recall that we live in a land of many blessings where every person has the right to live, work, and worship in freedom. Our Nation is especially thankful for the brave men and women of our Armed Forces who protect these rights while setting aside their own comfort and safety. Their courage keeps us free, their sacrifice makes us grateful, and their character makes us proud. Especially during the holidays, our whole country keeps them and their families in our thoughts and prayers.
Americans are also mindful of the need to share our gifts with others, and our Nation is moved to compassionate action. We pay tribute to all caring citizens who reach out a helping hand and serve a cause larger than themselves.
On this day, let us all give thanks to God who blessed our Nation's first days and who blesses us today. May He continue to guide and watch over our families and our country always.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim November 27, 2008, as a National Day of Thanksgiving. I encourage all Americans to gather together in their homes and places of worship with family, friends, and loved ones to strengthen the ties that bind us and give thanks for the freedoms and many blessings we enjoy.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-first day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-third.
GEORGE W. BUSH
Barack Obama
On Thanksgiving Day, Americans everywhere gather with family and friends to recount the joys and blessings of the past year. This day is a time to take stock of the fortune we have known and the kindnesses we have shared, grateful for the God-given bounty that enriches our lives. As many pause to lend a hand to those in need, we are also reminded of the indelible spirit of compassion and mutual responsibility that has distinguished our Nation since its earliest days.
Many Thanksgivings have offered opportunities to celebrate community during times of hardship. When the Pilgrims at Plymouth Colony gave thanks for a bountiful harvest nearly four centuries ago, they enjoyed the fruits of their labor with the Wampanoag tribe – a people who had shared vital knowledge of the land in the difficult months before. When President George Washington marked our democracy's first Thanksgiving, he prayed to our Creator for peace, union, and plenty through the trials that would surely come. And when our Nation was torn by bitterness and civil war, President Abraham Lincoln reminded us that we were, at heart, one Nation, sharing a bond as Americans that could bend but would not break. Those expressions of unity still echo today, whether in the contributions that generations of Native Americans have made to our country, the Union our forebears fought so hard to preserve, or the providence that draws our families together this season.
As we reflect on our proud heritage, let us also give thanks to those who honor it by giving back. This Thanksgiving, thousands of our men and women in uniform will sit down for a meal far from their loved ones and the comforts of home. We honor their service and sacrifice. We also show our appreciation to Americans who are serving in their communities, ensuring their neighbors have a hot meal and a place to stay. Their actions reflect our age-old belief that we are our brothers' and sisters' keepers, and they affirm once more that we are a people who draw our deepest strength not from might or wealth, but from our bonds to each other.
On Thanksgiving Day, individuals from all walks of life come together to celebrate this most American tradition, grateful for the blessings of family, community, and country. Let us spend this day by lifting up those we love, mindful of the grace bestowed upon us by God and by all who have made our lives richer with their presence.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, BARACK OBAMA, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim Thursday, November 22, 2012, as a National Day of Thanksgiving. I encourage the people of the United States to join together – whether in our homes, places of worship, community centers, or any place of fellowship for friends and neighbors – and give thanks for all we have received in the past year, express appreciation to those whose lives enrich our own, and share our bounty with others.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand twelve, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-seventh.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Simply Shoddy
"Sometimes you’ll find quite a shoddy building so well placed and painted that it quite takes the visitor in, and the critics as well – and all cluster round, crying, ‘Lo, a masterpiece!’ and award it prizes. But the passage of time, the peeling of paint, the very lack of concerned visitors, reveals it in the end for what it is: a house of no interest or significance.”
My apologies, in advance.
My apologies, in advance.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Facebook statuses: election day
The categories of Facebook statuses on Election Day are:
1. the completely enraged / chiding one
2. the "never been more proud"
3. the "I'm moving to [insert dream vacation location] for 4 years; who's with me"
4. the Bible verse or thankful one
5. the observer status about the types of statuses; they usually update about something unrelated
6. the curve ball, props to you
1. the completely enraged / the chiding one
If I ever go into politics I'm gunna get a really monstrous tan, give out a shit ton of free stuff to people that there's a good chance don't deserves it or don't even belong here, make a lot of false promises and then never fulfill them, and finally to make myself more appealing ill run my personal debt up to around 20,000,000. Wow I think I have a pretty good chance of getting elected president
Woohoo! Four more years of increasing the national debt, increasing unemployment, and bull crap policies! You have spoken your ignorant words America. Have fun eating them.
Pray just pray. :(
What our nation needs right now is prayer.
Well, maybe we can hope the world really ends in 6 weeks. If not, in 4 more years, we will hope it had.
I don't know what to say. I now reject the ideas of what America has now come to be, and accept its former values. We have accepted unemployment of 7.9% as "good enough", and approve of the distribution of 14 million more food stamps over the next 4 years. We now accept government stimulus over lower taxes. We accept big business being ran off of government bailouts over small business that are created by entrepreneurs. We have fundamentally changed, and I reject it.
"Great nations rise and fall. The people go from bondage to spiritual truth, to great courage, from courage to liberty, from liberty to abundance, from abundance to selfishness, from selfishness to complacency, from complacency to apathy, from apathy to dependence, from dependence back again to bondage. "
I personally regret this decision by the American people to move toward bondage.
Well America you made your bed now you get to lie in it. Don't start complaining when you realize what you did.
America is screwed.
Well, this may be interesting to explain to the grandchildren....."They weren't thinking about ya'll, baby girl. Sorry about all the debt."
Why, America?
Great, another 4 years with a president I have no respect for with beliefs that I will never share. At this point in time I am NOT proud to be an American
2. the "never been more proud"
Once you go black, you never go back.
Barack and Roll!
Guys who wants to move to Canada? That way we can get more medical coverage!
Thank you, Ohio.
4 more years!!!! .... Let's get it!!!!
Glory to God in the highest! It's moments like this that I'm beyond proud to be an American!
3. the "I'm moving to [insert dream vacation location] for precisely 4 years; who's with me"
Alright Texas. Lets go back to being our own Country. #RedState #BooBlue
peace out america. i'm off to scotland.
Off to the beautiful beaches and mountains of New Zealand. Maybe I'll come back in 4 years...
4. the Bible verse or thankful one
At the end of the day, I ultimately take comfort in the fact that we have a perfect ruler in God himself. There is no greater thing.
Even when things don't go as hoped, I'm still blessed to be an American.
seriously, people are insinuating the rapture because their candidate didn't get elected? try having a little FAITH in Gods plan instead of assuming that we are in control in any way, shape, or form.
"The Lord has established his throne in the heavens, and his kingdom rules over all." -Psalm 103:19
God's will, God's way.
Thankful I live in a county where popular vote went to Romney. DUVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!
In the midst of all this political intrigue and the upcoming future of our blessed nation, I cannot help but remember Romans 13:1-7.
Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God’s servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God’s servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also because of conscience.
This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.
5. the observer status about the types of statuses; they usually end the update with something unrelated
so over everyone's obnoxious political facebook posts. forreal.
I don't think I'm going to be visiting Facebook for a while... See ya.
All right. Now that all of this presidential nonsense is over with, lets focus on what really matters: how to fix the upcoming bacon shortage
My news feed currently has similar numbers of angry/depressed statuses, happy statuses, and funny, apathetic statuses, with only a few statuses about moving out of the US. It's nice to know I have such a healthy balance among my friends. I feel quite bipartisan. And very entertained.
Everyone's freaking out and I'm just sitting here like "I really want cake..."
Can't watch the election results anymore.. Too depressing. Sometimes I really do wonder... come on America, really?
YAY! No more annoying political ad campaigns!
My friends list on Facebook just got shorter. Am I apologetic? No.
Rough evening for survival of the fittest Facebook Edition
While trying to finish homework with one eye and to watch the elections results dribble in with the other, the question I'm most intrigued by is how many dead people will mysteriously cast a ballot this year? Nothing like fraud on a Tuesday night.....
6. the curve ball, props to you
Chill out, my Republican friends. The world will not go to crap just because Obama won. His unpopular policies will just fuel Republican candidates taking back the Senate in 2014 and the presidency in 2016. Although, I am sad that his policies will lead to thousands of more abortions compared to a Romney presidency.
Meanwhile, with practically evenly split House, Senate, and American population, with both sides experts in whining, we seem to still think it's the leader that's the problem? Hm.
The results of the election aside, I'm proud to be a female voter - an achievement in itself. Here's to many more opportunities to carry that title.
I think it would be cool if it was so close, the House of Reps got to choose our next POTUS. Hasn't happened in about 188 years, but it would be cool.
Democracy had a liberal bias.
Very humbling participating in my first election. Nothing like remembering regardless of gender, upbringing, sexual orientation or political affiliation we all have an equal vote. Too many people don't have that privilege in the rest of the world.
"do everything without complaining or arguing" - phil 2:14
what a challenge! are we checking ourselves in this season? pray for our president. he needs our prayers--he's got a big job ahead
1. the completely enraged / chiding one
2. the "never been more proud"
3. the "I'm moving to [insert dream vacation location] for 4 years; who's with me"
4. the Bible verse or thankful one
5. the observer status about the types of statuses; they usually update about something unrelated
6. the curve ball, props to you
1. the completely enraged / the chiding one
If I ever go into politics I'm gunna get a really monstrous tan, give out a shit ton of free stuff to people that there's a good chance don't deserves it or don't even belong here, make a lot of false promises and then never fulfill them, and finally to make myself more appealing ill run my personal debt up to around 20,000,000. Wow I think I have a pretty good chance of getting elected president
Woohoo! Four more years of increasing the national debt, increasing unemployment, and bull crap policies! You have spoken your ignorant words America. Have fun eating them.
Pray just pray. :(
What our nation needs right now is prayer.
Well, maybe we can hope the world really ends in 6 weeks. If not, in 4 more years, we will hope it had.
I don't know what to say. I now reject the ideas of what America has now come to be, and accept its former values. We have accepted unemployment of 7.9% as "good enough", and approve of the distribution of 14 million more food stamps over the next 4 years. We now accept government stimulus over lower taxes. We accept big business being ran off of government bailouts over small business that are created by entrepreneurs. We have fundamentally changed, and I reject it.
"Great nations rise and fall. The people go from bondage to spiritual truth, to great courage, from courage to liberty, from liberty to abundance, from abundance to selfishness, from selfishness to complacency, from complacency to apathy, from apathy to dependence, from dependence back again to bondage. "
I personally regret this decision by the American people to move toward bondage.
America is screwed.
Well, this may be interesting to explain to the grandchildren....."They weren't thinking about ya'll, baby girl. Sorry about all the debt."
Why, America?
Great, another 4 years with a president I have no respect for with beliefs that I will never share. At this point in time I am NOT proud to be an American
2. the "never been more proud"
Once you go black, you never go back.
Barack and Roll!
Guys who wants to move to Canada? That way we can get more medical coverage!
Thank you, Ohio.
4 more years!!!! .... Let's get it!!!!
Glory to God in the highest! It's moments like this that I'm beyond proud to be an American!
3. the "I'm moving to [insert dream vacation location] for precisely 4 years; who's with me"
Alright Texas. Lets go back to being our own Country. #RedState #BooBlue
peace out america. i'm off to scotland.
Off to the beautiful beaches and mountains of New Zealand. Maybe I'll come back in 4 years...
4. the Bible verse or thankful one
At the end of the day, I ultimately take comfort in the fact that we have a perfect ruler in God himself. There is no greater thing.
Even when things don't go as hoped, I'm still blessed to be an American.
seriously, people are insinuating the rapture because their candidate didn't get elected? try having a little FAITH in Gods plan instead of assuming that we are in control in any way, shape, or form.
"The Lord has established his throne in the heavens, and his kingdom rules over all." -Psalm 103:19
God's will, God's way.
Thankful I live in a county where popular vote went to Romney. DUVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!
In the midst of all this political intrigue and the upcoming future of our blessed nation, I cannot help but remember Romans 13:1-7.
Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God’s servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God’s servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also because of conscience.
This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.
5. the observer status about the types of statuses; they usually end the update with something unrelated
so over everyone's obnoxious political facebook posts. forreal.
I don't think I'm going to be visiting Facebook for a while... See ya.
All right. Now that all of this presidential nonsense is over with, lets focus on what really matters: how to fix the upcoming bacon shortage
My news feed currently has similar numbers of angry/depressed statuses, happy statuses, and funny, apathetic statuses, with only a few statuses about moving out of the US. It's nice to know I have such a healthy balance among my friends. I feel quite bipartisan. And very entertained.
Everyone's freaking out and I'm just sitting here like "I really want cake..."
Can't watch the election results anymore.. Too depressing. Sometimes I really do wonder... come on America, really?
YAY! No more annoying political ad campaigns!
My friends list on Facebook just got shorter. Am I apologetic? No.
Rough evening for survival of the fittest Facebook Edition
While trying to finish homework with one eye and to watch the elections results dribble in with the other, the question I'm most intrigued by is how many dead people will mysteriously cast a ballot this year? Nothing like fraud on a Tuesday night.....
6. the curve ball, props to you
Chill out, my Republican friends. The world will not go to crap just because Obama won. His unpopular policies will just fuel Republican candidates taking back the Senate in 2014 and the presidency in 2016. Although, I am sad that his policies will lead to thousands of more abortions compared to a Romney presidency.
Meanwhile, with practically evenly split House, Senate, and American population, with both sides experts in whining, we seem to still think it's the leader that's the problem? Hm.
The results of the election aside, I'm proud to be a female voter - an achievement in itself. Here's to many more opportunities to carry that title.
I think it would be cool if it was so close, the House of Reps got to choose our next POTUS. Hasn't happened in about 188 years, but it would be cool.
Democracy had a liberal bias.
Very humbling participating in my first election. Nothing like remembering regardless of gender, upbringing, sexual orientation or political affiliation we all have an equal vote. Too many people don't have that privilege in the rest of the world.
"do everything without complaining or arguing" - phil 2:14
what a challenge! are we checking ourselves in this season? pray for our president. he needs our prayers--he's got a big job ahead
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
"the short" theory
This post is about my theory titled "the short" theory which is in correlation with the homogeneity of sorority girls. Now, I do not imply that my theory applies to all, but for the majority, I would say that it trumps the few who do not participate, canceling out their non-participation. I also do not wish for this theory to hold a negative connotation of any sort, for I am merely expressing an observation, one of which I believe you are able to testify as one you've had yourself.
My "short" theory is that a majority of sorority girls are short.
Leggings, boots, and a semi-long t-shirt. The phenomenon always seems to be rampant this time of year. You know who you are. Even I am guilty of attempting this seemingly sporty and semi-scandalous endeavor. I am all about anti-pants, so this pant-free endeavor speaks to my soul on many levels. But let's be real, my long legs don't exactly pull it off - thus, "the short" theory.
I cannot pull off this pant-freeness because I am tall. No over-sized t-shirt could ever compensate for this unfortunate circumstance of being tall. It just does not work.
Have you ever seen a tall girl with this t-shirt and legging combo? If you have, you've probably thought about how odd she appears. It just doesn't quite work.
Have you ever seen a short girl with this combo? Yes, many.
Are they sorority girls? Yes, all of them.
Thus, a majority of sorority girls are short.
My "short" theory contains many holes. Please dispute. Offer a remedy to the tall ones; console us. Defend yourself if you are guilty. And please indicate if you are in a sorority and are of a height less than 5'9."
Do I hear monogrammed leggings?....
My "short" theory is that a majority of sorority girls are short.
Leggings, boots, and a semi-long t-shirt. The phenomenon always seems to be rampant this time of year. You know who you are. Even I am guilty of attempting this seemingly sporty and semi-scandalous endeavor. I am all about anti-pants, so this pant-free endeavor speaks to my soul on many levels. But let's be real, my long legs don't exactly pull it off - thus, "the short" theory.
I cannot pull off this pant-freeness because I am tall. No over-sized t-shirt could ever compensate for this unfortunate circumstance of being tall. It just does not work.
Have you ever seen a tall girl with this t-shirt and legging combo? If you have, you've probably thought about how odd she appears. It just doesn't quite work.
Have you ever seen a short girl with this combo? Yes, many.
Are they sorority girls? Yes, all of them.
Thus, a majority of sorority girls are short.
My "short" theory contains many holes. Please dispute. Offer a remedy to the tall ones; console us. Defend yourself if you are guilty. And please indicate if you are in a sorority and are of a height less than 5'9."
Do I hear monogrammed leggings?....
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
The Raven
You don't know how long I have been waiting for this day to share one of my favorite poems!
Appropriate, being All Hallow's Eve.
Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
greetings
Hi, how are you?
Good, how are you?
<silence>
<keep walking>
And that's the end of the conversation in passing.
Hi, how are you?
Stable, are you?
One can only hope...
Good, how are you?
<silence>
<keep walking>
And that's the end of the conversation in passing.
Hi, how are you?
Stable, are you?
One can only hope...
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
"To get stood up"
Today, I got stood up.
There was a meeting place, a time, and a motive. The connection had been established a week prior, and a confirmation the night before to verify this unusual happening.
I had that sinking feeling when seven minutes had passed, without a text or an errand boy to ensure me that an arrival was imminent.
So there I was, twenty minutes later, sitting in front of a chess set in the middle of the Caf, debating my fifth move. Alone.
I don't think I've ever been stood up before. Period.
I don't think I've ever been stood up before over a chess match.
I don't think anyone has ever been stood up over a chess match.
It was quite an awkward situation, one of which I am in anticipation of an immediate rectification.
There was a meeting place, a time, and a motive. The connection had been established a week prior, and a confirmation the night before to verify this unusual happening.
I had that sinking feeling when seven minutes had passed, without a text or an errand boy to ensure me that an arrival was imminent.
So there I was, twenty minutes later, sitting in front of a chess set in the middle of the Caf, debating my fifth move. Alone.
I don't think I've ever been stood up before. Period.
I don't think I've ever been stood up before over a chess match.
I don't think anyone has ever been stood up over a chess match.
It was quite an awkward situation, one of which I am in anticipation of an immediate rectification.
The Wind in the Willows
Have you ever had the burning desire to watch The Wind in the Willows, or read the book and have some butter on toast?
Monday, October 22, 2012
Queen of Last Minute
Freshman year: I specifically remember setting my alarm for 6:30am on the first day of school. 15 minutes later, I was ready. I sat in my room and stared at the wall forever, and then I headed to the Caf, where I would spend two hours with several other students, like me, who had not quite gotten the concept of "it only takes literally 2 minutes to walk to class, and you don't have to be there 15 minutes early."
Sophomore year: on time. skipped breakfast.
Junior year: plan on me being 5-20 minutes late for everything. I probably shouldn't have scheduled my 7 classes back to back. That would have at least spared my poor legs some fast walking with a heavy backpack and several outfit changes. But, even if I am ready to be on time, something always ends up pushing back my schedule. breakfast is usually 1pm.
I rely on the professors who are always late, to always be late. - So we end up busting into class around the same time.
I'm sorry, I don't intend to keep you waiting, you are valuable, and your time is valuable - I'd hate to waste it. And I'd hate for you to waste mine as well, but, if on the off chance you are running later than me, I'll be working on the next item on my check-list - so, you aren't really wasting my time at all. I consider it a gift of time opportunity. I wouldn't expect you to have the same view, so I really will try to be on time, next time.
But at least know, in all my efforts, I will still be, inevitably, running late. So, schedule everything a quarter of an hour earlier, plan on being late, and we will have an organized cohort of efficiency. Thanks for the accommodation.
Sophomore year: on time. skipped breakfast.
Junior year: plan on me being 5-20 minutes late for everything. I probably shouldn't have scheduled my 7 classes back to back. That would have at least spared my poor legs some fast walking with a heavy backpack and several outfit changes. But, even if I am ready to be on time, something always ends up pushing back my schedule. breakfast is usually 1pm.
I rely on the professors who are always late, to always be late. - So we end up busting into class around the same time.
I'm sorry, I don't intend to keep you waiting, you are valuable, and your time is valuable - I'd hate to waste it. And I'd hate for you to waste mine as well, but, if on the off chance you are running later than me, I'll be working on the next item on my check-list - so, you aren't really wasting my time at all. I consider it a gift of time opportunity. I wouldn't expect you to have the same view, so I really will try to be on time, next time.
But at least know, in all my efforts, I will still be, inevitably, running late. So, schedule everything a quarter of an hour earlier, plan on being late, and we will have an organized cohort of efficiency. Thanks for the accommodation.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
one-way streets
One-way streets were probably first integrated into the road system because of drivers like me. We have no sense of street-name directions, only the position of the sun and superb building recognition skills.
- Missed a turn? No problem, just go around the block.
- Don't know if it's north or south? Every other street is the yellow-bricked one.
- Are you a pedestrian? Even better! You only have to dodge one flow of traffic.
One-way streets, I'm a big fan.
Pre-Law 'scoff'
So there I was, in a court room being introduced to the Judge as a law school student. I immediately realized that the mis-introduction needed immediate rectification lest I be drilled about some obscure reasoning of the law or another. Upon my introduction of being full-out law, I immediately located the exits and began recalling everything about law that I had ever learned or read, if my knowledge be tested. I could barely interrupt the mile-a-minute introduction to clarify my year in school, yet alone completely clarify my major.
All of those Youth and Government Judicial Mock Trials as a top state judge treated me well in high school, but let's be real, it's not the hardcore parkour law in real life stuffs. On the topic of the beloved YAG, most people couldn't properly present a simple Burden of Proof, and I sent about 90% of the defendants to 20+ years in the state penitentiary. To the 10% that did, well done, as you should have.
Objection: Overruled.
Anyways, I ended up accepting "pre-law" as my major. We had a nice little chat, and that was that.
Scoff.
All of those Youth and Government Judicial Mock Trials as a top state judge treated me well in high school, but let's be real, it's not the hardcore parkour law in real life stuffs. On the topic of the beloved YAG, most people couldn't properly present a simple Burden of Proof, and I sent about 90% of the defendants to 20+ years in the state penitentiary. To the 10% that did, well done, as you should have.
Objection: Overruled.
Anyways, I ended up accepting "pre-law" as my major. We had a nice little chat, and that was that.
Scoff.
Mutual Fudge
I didn't have any particular plan in mind at that moment. I only knew that I had just put my car into reverse and, I was rolling. I didn't know where I was driving, but I did have a sensation of burning hunger for taquitos, the frozen kind that you heat in the microwave for 40 seconds on each side. Minutes later, wind-blown hair and all, I found myself not staring at taquitos through the frosted glass, but rather the guilty pleasures of ice cream. I'm not usually one to eat ice cream, but if there was a beef jerky flavored ice cream, then that would be a different story.
I'm not exactly sure what drew me to that place. I found myself indecisively gazing into my answer. Fudgesicles. It was a mutual self-discovery of ice cream connection between this elderly woman and me. We both spent a good five minutes weighing our options, options that factored in neither sugar nor calories. Basically, if we were going to eat ice cream, we were going to enjoy it in its entirety, and none of that reduced-fat crap they sell.
We couldn't have planned that moment of choice more timely, that elderly woman and I, for we simultaneously gave the freezer door a tug and pulled out our pickings with pride.
I methodically purchased my treasure, and half-way to my car, I had already torn my box open and produced this marvel. I was finishing my third fudgesicle for the day as I walked up the stairs to my room.
Keep in mind it was well past three o'clock in the afternoon, and I hadn't eaten anything yet, though, now that I think about it, I wouldn't have minded a taquito either, though the instantaneous satisfaction would have been a frozen one.
This story holds no significance in your life and is of little value to the decisions you will make in the future, but if, one day, you do happen to find yourself dazed in front of the ice cream aisle, make sure that you take the time to enjoy and observe your own process of selection, for you might happen to find out a lot about your reasoning skills in absurd guilty pleasures and realize that those which may seem silly are, in fact, the most important for your sanity.
I'm not exactly sure what drew me to that place. I found myself indecisively gazing into my answer. Fudgesicles. It was a mutual self-discovery of ice cream connection between this elderly woman and me. We both spent a good five minutes weighing our options, options that factored in neither sugar nor calories. Basically, if we were going to eat ice cream, we were going to enjoy it in its entirety, and none of that reduced-fat crap they sell.
We couldn't have planned that moment of choice more timely, that elderly woman and I, for we simultaneously gave the freezer door a tug and pulled out our pickings with pride.
I methodically purchased my treasure, and half-way to my car, I had already torn my box open and produced this marvel. I was finishing my third fudgesicle for the day as I walked up the stairs to my room.
Keep in mind it was well past three o'clock in the afternoon, and I hadn't eaten anything yet, though, now that I think about it, I wouldn't have minded a taquito either, though the instantaneous satisfaction would have been a frozen one.
This story holds no significance in your life and is of little value to the decisions you will make in the future, but if, one day, you do happen to find yourself dazed in front of the ice cream aisle, make sure that you take the time to enjoy and observe your own process of selection, for you might happen to find out a lot about your reasoning skills in absurd guilty pleasures and realize that those which may seem silly are, in fact, the most important for your sanity.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
It's one of those mornings...
Ferris Bueller, that is all I have to say. The link should explain the rest.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
10/16 Presidential Debate
Just in case you missed the 10/16 Presidential debate:
Energy
Obama - I'm all for pipelines
Mitt & Obama fumble - Questions: awk
"bring back manufacturing to America"
Taxes
Mitt: Importance to the middle class
Obama: Middle class relief
[Always pointing the finger]
Chuckle.
Not cut taxes for wealthy people, for middle end people. if you bring rates down, it makes it easier to keep the people employed. Taxed as individuals, when the rates are brought down, it helps the businesses as well.
How is it payed for:
Obama:
Mitt:
Women in workforce
Obama:
Mitt:
Obama:
Mitt: employers do not get to decide on Planned Parenthood
[Obama obviously wants fairness--he wants the timekeeper to keep time.]
Differentiate between George Bush
Mitt:
Obama:
Obama:
Mitt: This is a debate over: "Who can get the middle class a prosperous future?"
... And then I realized that I still had a ton of homework to do so I cut out on the topic of Immigration.
Energy
Obama - I'm all for pipelines
Mitt & Obama fumble - Questions: awk
"bring back manufacturing to America"
Taxes
Mitt: Importance to the middle class
- wants to bring the rates down
- middle income tax payers to have lower taxes
- incomes go down while health insurance and gas goes up, thus great need for relief to middle income families
- limit deductions for people at the high end, not pay less than pay now
- middle people get a tax break. No more taxes on savings.
- Presiden'ts spending and borrowing will increase the taxing on everyone
- Mitt will get us on track to a balanced budget
Obama: Middle class relief
- cut taxes for middle income by 3600
- "Moral obligation to the next generation."
- "The wealthy must do a bit more."
- 97% will not see a tax increase.
- "His (Romney) allies want tax breaks for the top two percent."
- "We have a different theory." Tax cuts, not tax rate cuts, says Obama about Mitt.
[Always pointing the finger]
Chuckle.
Not cut taxes for wealthy people, for middle end people. if you bring rates down, it makes it easier to keep the people employed. Taxed as individuals, when the rates are brought down, it helps the businesses as well.
How is it payed for:
Obama:
- "You wouldn't have taken such a sketchy deal (on investments), and neither would you" (America). "You will lose deductions. It doesn't add up."
Mitt:
- "Of course they add up... I balanced the budget."
- "How about four trillion of deficits? That's math that doesn't add up."
- His plan is foreign. 10 trillion to 16 trillion of national debt. "Road to Greece."
Women in workforce
Obama:
- "She didn't complain, that's not what you did in that generation." (referring to his uneducated grandmother as a VP position at a bank training people who would be making salaries higher than her.)
Mitt:
- "Sometimes you need to be more flexible." (New employers in the economy that I am going to have.)
- Strong economy, so strong that the employers are looking for good employees.
Obama:
- basically said that Romney was not a good advocate. Pocket-book issue for women, health programs.
- "These are family issues; these are economic issues."
Mitt: employers do not get to decide on Planned Parenthood
[Obama obviously wants fairness--he wants the timekeeper to keep time.]
Differentiate between George Bush
Mitt:
- 5 point plan
- new technology gives different energy sources
- trade, in Latin America - more free trade agreements
- balanced budget
- small business - taxes down. grow and hire people
Obama:
- Romney is aiding Chinese companies that will spy on us.
Obama:
- "so the point is the commitments I've made, I've kept.And those that I haven't been able to keep, it's not for lack of trying and we're going to get it done in a second term."Read more: http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1012/82484_Page5.html#ixzz29azW74nI
- I have done everything that I said I would do. But everything that I was not able to do that I said I was going to, I will do in the next four years.
Mitt: This is a debate over: "Who can get the middle class a prosperous future?"
... And then I realized that I still had a ton of homework to do so I cut out on the topic of Immigration.
It's a Library, loud people
If you are doing anything besides intensely studying, or studying and blogging in my case (for my own sanity), then get out. Stop distracting those who are so keen on doing their work of much-needed focus.
If you even have a slight doubt about your own diligence, get out.
To the man on the third floor who is going to, I quote "go up to Vail and make some cookies or brownies," this is all I ask of you: go. Leave us in an undisturbed, uninterrupted, plain sweet ole peace.
You are quite welcome to leave and promptly return with a nice basket of warm brownies at any time now.
Yes, I am pissy. I hope that, you-hoo out there with the loud voice, reads this post and chortles. If you don't have to be in the library, don't be in the library. Go pilfer someone's bike and ride around campus for an hour or two, or something, anything to use your time wisely other than using my study time. K thanks.
If you even have a slight doubt about your own diligence, get out.
To the man on the third floor who is going to, I quote "go up to Vail and make some cookies or brownies," this is all I ask of you: go. Leave us in an undisturbed, uninterrupted, plain sweet ole peace.
You are quite welcome to leave and promptly return with a nice basket of warm brownies at any time now.
Yes, I am pissy. I hope that, you-hoo out there with the loud voice, reads this post and chortles. If you don't have to be in the library, don't be in the library. Go pilfer someone's bike and ride around campus for an hour or two, or something, anything to use your time wisely other than using my study time. K thanks.
Unstable Wardrobe
Autumn weather calls for much wardrobe confusion. From freezing cold mornings to sweltering heatstroke in the afternoons and blizzard-like conditions in the evenings.
Many wardrobe changes ensue.
Today, I happened to be particularly confused by the people wearing fashionista sandals (Chacos are year-round standard attire and don't count) and then my own sporting of the winter boot.
Perhaps this is a sign of the particular hour in which each individual is prepared.
Mine tends to lean towards the frost biting winds.
Many wardrobe changes ensue.
Today, I happened to be particularly confused by the people wearing fashionista sandals (Chacos are year-round standard attire and don't count) and then my own sporting of the winter boot.
Perhaps this is a sign of the particular hour in which each individual is prepared.
Mine tends to lean towards the frost biting winds.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Vengeance & Grapes
The Fox and the Grapes
Aesop
One hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the things to quench my thirst,” quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: “I am sure they are sour.”
And the moral of the story is: dun dun dun, and wouldn't you like to be told! Not so easily, my friends. I'll let you mull over this one.
Perhaps it was the paper I am writing for Spanish class about la venganza, in Spanish, or maybe it was the recent bed-time read of Beowulf and all that beautiful blood vengeance, or perhaps it was the most recently-viewed episode of Revenge. But I literally haven't thought about this story since fifth grade, and here I am, sitting in the library, drinking my cold coffee, and BAM! I've got Aesop on the mind.
I sure hope this doesn't mean that I have become quite bitter about the subject of vengeance, for I chose it myself. Perhaps this is saying something about my mind.
dun dun dun... BEWARE, I guess.
Aesop
One hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the things to quench my thirst,” quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: “I am sure they are sour.”
And the moral of the story is: dun dun dun, and wouldn't you like to be told! Not so easily, my friends. I'll let you mull over this one.
Perhaps it was the paper I am writing for Spanish class about la venganza, in Spanish, or maybe it was the recent bed-time read of Beowulf and all that beautiful blood vengeance, or perhaps it was the most recently-viewed episode of Revenge. But I literally haven't thought about this story since fifth grade, and here I am, sitting in the library, drinking my cold coffee, and BAM! I've got Aesop on the mind.
I sure hope this doesn't mean that I have become quite bitter about the subject of vengeance, for I chose it myself. Perhaps this is saying something about my mind.
dun dun dun... BEWARE, I guess.
freshmaning to the library, I was
Oh, to be a freshman again! If only I had known!
This is what I would have done differently:
I would have studied less, or at least invested a quality 30 minutes as opposed to an unproductive two hours.
I would have taken advantage of the great literature that our Uni has access to, because believe me, I had the time.
I don't really remember what I spent my time doing: Gilmore Girls (all of the seasons), participating in every activity/convo credit opportunity, crew, tutoring, idk. I suppose each activity enhanced my life in some way or another, I just wish that right now it would have been enhanced by a time spent leisurely reading/burning all of the classical cd's onto my computer.
I often found myself running down Vail mountain to the library late at night to print out a paper. I would be wearing shorts and a sweatshirt in 30 degree weather. I must have been crazy. And then I'd have to go back and shave my legs again. Trying times, I know.
So ultimately, what I would have done differently: I simply would have worn pants. And as anti-pants as I am, that's saying something.
Dear freshman girl in the freezing cold,
Yes, I know the cold you are feeling right now.
Pant on, grasshopper.
May the pants be with you.
This is what I would have done differently:
I would have studied less, or at least invested a quality 30 minutes as opposed to an unproductive two hours.
I would have taken advantage of the great literature that our Uni has access to, because believe me, I had the time.
I don't really remember what I spent my time doing: Gilmore Girls (all of the seasons), participating in every activity/convo credit opportunity, crew, tutoring, idk. I suppose each activity enhanced my life in some way or another, I just wish that right now it would have been enhanced by a time spent leisurely reading/burning all of the classical cd's onto my computer.
I often found myself running down Vail mountain to the library late at night to print out a paper. I would be wearing shorts and a sweatshirt in 30 degree weather. I must have been crazy. And then I'd have to go back and shave my legs again. Trying times, I know.
So ultimately, what I would have done differently: I simply would have worn pants. And as anti-pants as I am, that's saying something.
Dear freshman girl in the freezing cold,
Yes, I know the cold you are feeling right now.
Pant on, grasshopper.
May the pants be with you.
Destruction
The Destruction of Sennacherib
Lord Byron, 1815
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Concepts of Swimming
This was our endeavor to grasp the concept of swimming:
It is a sad tale, exhausting, one that I wouldn't wish to recollect; however, my ranting frustration has taken over the more reserved attribute of myself, and I don't mean to make light of the situation by pointing out that all was well in the end. Or is it? Stay tuned.
We full out sprinted over the bridge and into The Woods, madly changing into our swimming costumes, clothes flying about and socks being dumped onto the floor in search of the sacred goggles. In two minutes, we had charged up and down three flights of stairs and were changed and heading out the door again to the conveniently closely-parked car. Wildly tearing through the night, a scene Fitzgerald could have depicted himself, with the windows down to add to our excitement as we drove ourselves to the pool.
We parked and madly dashed to the door that was locked. Change of plans, up the stairs, around the corner, and back down three more flights of stairs. Just as we dramatically yanked the doors open, the two lifeguards waltzed out exclaiming, "the pool doors have been locked!" with smirks on their faces as if nature itself was grinning her "time means nothing because I am nature" grin. We had been, so it seems, chagrined.
Puffing back up the stairs, enraged, and exhausted from our denied efforts, and this thought cannot even be finished as a complete sentenced thus signifying how incredibly exhausted from this sudden turn of events we were...
The detail that gives this seemingly mundane activity some level of importance: The pool closes at 7pm. We were there at 6:42pm. We would have made it. We would have completed our exercises with 5 minutes to spare. We had planned it this way. The lifeguards closed the pool early.
So, here's to you, lifeguards, skipping out on work early. We were depending on your rightly earned salary. We lost, and you still got your salary.
How the concept was won: As we enragedly (poetic licence) drove slowly back to our abode, in an inexplicable dismay, we tuned into a local radio station, a swing dancing station, and heard the familiar voice of our professor's husband announcing the songs (he was like a father to us on a study abroad trip we had gone on).
So, it was Fitzgerald-esque.
It is a sad tale, exhausting, one that I wouldn't wish to recollect; however, my ranting frustration has taken over the more reserved attribute of myself, and I don't mean to make light of the situation by pointing out that all was well in the end. Or is it? Stay tuned.
We full out sprinted over the bridge and into The Woods, madly changing into our swimming costumes, clothes flying about and socks being dumped onto the floor in search of the sacred goggles. In two minutes, we had charged up and down three flights of stairs and were changed and heading out the door again to the conveniently closely-parked car. Wildly tearing through the night, a scene Fitzgerald could have depicted himself, with the windows down to add to our excitement as we drove ourselves to the pool.
We parked and madly dashed to the door that was locked. Change of plans, up the stairs, around the corner, and back down three more flights of stairs. Just as we dramatically yanked the doors open, the two lifeguards waltzed out exclaiming, "the pool doors have been locked!" with smirks on their faces as if nature itself was grinning her "time means nothing because I am nature" grin. We had been, so it seems, chagrined.
Puffing back up the stairs, enraged, and exhausted from our denied efforts, and this thought cannot even be finished as a complete sentenced thus signifying how incredibly exhausted from this sudden turn of events we were...
The detail that gives this seemingly mundane activity some level of importance: The pool closes at 7pm. We were there at 6:42pm. We would have made it. We would have completed our exercises with 5 minutes to spare. We had planned it this way. The lifeguards closed the pool early.
So, here's to you, lifeguards, skipping out on work early. We were depending on your rightly earned salary. We lost, and you still got your salary.
How the concept was won: As we enragedly (poetic licence) drove slowly back to our abode, in an inexplicable dismay, we tuned into a local radio station, a swing dancing station, and heard the familiar voice of our professor's husband announcing the songs (he was like a father to us on a study abroad trip we had gone on).
So, it was Fitzgerald-esque.
Narnian wonder
"But very quickly they all became grave again: for, as you know, there is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes."
Welcome, my Narnian weather.
As the sunlight behind the murky grey-ish clouds is a perfect reflection of a glowing happiness. It is contagious. The heart glows in a manner not often found in the ambiance of direct sunlight.
Thank you, Clives Staples, for your insight.
Friday, October 12, 2012
What am I doing?
My components are simple, and my compartments extend.
I have:
2 dowel rods
a metal coat hanger
I used pliers and duck tape.
I have marshmallows in my coat pockets.
There is a bonfire.
I have:
2 dowel rods
a metal coat hanger
I used pliers and duck tape.
I have marshmallows in my coat pockets.
There is a bonfire.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Music, charm, soothe
"Music has charms to soothe the savage beast."
William Congreve
The Mourning Bride, 1697
Soothe, but not tame, my friends!
William Congreve
The Mourning Bride, 1697
Soothe, but not tame, my friends!
Claw
I claw at my eyes waiting outside of professors' offices during office hours. Claw claw claw claw claw
Blessing Negligence
I titled this post "Blessing Negligence" not as in negligence is necessarily a thing to be blessed; rather, we are oft negligent of our blessings.
As in, take the time to heed the spiritual wisdom of the caf ladies, have a spiritual convo with someone, surely it is one to be blessed, and full of blessings.
Don't miss the blessings!
As in, take the time to heed the spiritual wisdom of the caf ladies, have a spiritual convo with someone, surely it is one to be blessed, and full of blessings.
Don't miss the blessings!
Delicate heart
I'm not sure if it is the lack of sleep for the past few months/year, the heart ache, or heart break, but I definitely found myself in some twisted form of repose upon the lounge, crying out "God, please don't call me home this way!" Papers scattered about and about a half-million things on my mind... As if it should matter the way and moment I'm called home because I would be coming home!
Aching arm and back, tightened lungs, a literal heart ache. I thought I was goner for sure. I've never before had a heart attack or a stroke, but the fear of my newly acquired symptoms got the better of me, and I cursed my high pain tolerance.
Sooner or later I would become Madeline, staring up at the rabbit crack on the ceiling.
Please tell the surgeons to take out my appendix while they're at it.
Aching arm and back, tightened lungs, a literal heart ache. I thought I was goner for sure. I've never before had a heart attack or a stroke, but the fear of my newly acquired symptoms got the better of me, and I cursed my high pain tolerance.
Sooner or later I would become Madeline, staring up at the rabbit crack on the ceiling.
Please tell the surgeons to take out my appendix while they're at it.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
descriptive description
If you ever desire to resonate with my favorite jargon...
affinity
annihilate
ardent
awe
awry
calamity
camaraderie
castrate
chunder
collective
cultivate
desparing
desultory
ethereal
evaporate
exquisite
forlorn
grandoise
mirth
innate
Mr. Grey and I
resonate
scurvy
void
writhe
Just a few off the top of my head, for now.
affinity
annihilate
ardent
awe
awry
calamity
camaraderie
castrate
chunder
collective
cultivate
desparing
desultory
ethereal
evaporate
exquisite
forlorn
grandoise
mirth
innate
Mr. Grey and I
resonate
scurvy
void
writhe
Just a few off the top of my head, for now.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Au naturale
"The Floating Opera"
John Barth
XI. An instructive, if sophisticated, observation
"Nature, coincidence, can often be a heavy-handed symbolizer. She seems at times fairly to club one over the head with significance... So obvious even in its details that it was embarrassing. One is constantly being confronted with a sun that bursts from behind the clouds just as the home team takes the ball; ominous rumblings of thunder when one is brooding desultory at home; magnificent sunrises on days when one has resolved to mend one's ways; hurricanes that demolish a bad man's house and leaves his good neighbor's untouched, or vice versa; Race Streets marked SLOW; Cemetary Avenues marked ONE WAY. The man whose perceptions are not so rudimentary, whose palate is attuned to subtler dishes, can only smile uncomfortably and walk away, reminding himself , if he is wise, that good taste is, after all, only a human invention."
John Barth
XI. An instructive, if sophisticated, observation
"Nature, coincidence, can often be a heavy-handed symbolizer. She seems at times fairly to club one over the head with significance... So obvious even in its details that it was embarrassing. One is constantly being confronted with a sun that bursts from behind the clouds just as the home team takes the ball; ominous rumblings of thunder when one is brooding desultory at home; magnificent sunrises on days when one has resolved to mend one's ways; hurricanes that demolish a bad man's house and leaves his good neighbor's untouched, or vice versa; Race Streets marked SLOW; Cemetary Avenues marked ONE WAY. The man whose perceptions are not so rudimentary, whose palate is attuned to subtler dishes, can only smile uncomfortably and walk away, reminding himself , if he is wise, that good taste is, after all, only a human invention."
Friday, October 5, 2012
Savor
It's not that the days are long. They are, in fact, too short. By the time everything on the list has been checked off and being constantly on the go, mind you, the time to start the next day has already begun.
Before you know it, you've missed the day. The day has most definitely been a filled one, but one aspect remains unsavored: the sweet melodies of the daytime birds exchanging sound frequencies with the nightly singing crickets, the time spent in reflection rather than time spent in anticipation, love to pour out rather than to recycle upon one's self. That.
That is what I hope to not miss. So I choose savoring over sleeping. And coffee, lots of coffee. And by now, everyone else has gone to bed, but my day has only just begun!
Ye soft crickets chirp on.
Before you know it, you've missed the day. The day has most definitely been a filled one, but one aspect remains unsavored: the sweet melodies of the daytime birds exchanging sound frequencies with the nightly singing crickets, the time spent in reflection rather than time spent in anticipation, love to pour out rather than to recycle upon one's self. That.
That is what I hope to not miss. So I choose savoring over sleeping. And coffee, lots of coffee. And by now, everyone else has gone to bed, but my day has only just begun!
Ye soft crickets chirp on.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Today's Back Burner is.....
So here I am, as a junior in college, feeling like a frustrated middle schooler taking Algebra 1, standing outside the teacher's office waiting for my tutoring turn. My time never comes because my ride has.
So here I am, as a junior in college, feeling frustrated in my collegiate stature, standing outside the professor's office still waiting for my time. My time never comes because of other pressing issues, id est, class.
The only question I have and ever will is: what will be put on the back burner today, this morning, this next hour?
Is it that sad that my life is just a compilation of built up back burner activities!
I don't intend to blow anyone off or cast you aside as unnoticed, rather I am trying to figure out how I can make you less of a back burner. Because believe me, you are worth more and hold prescedence over any pressing activity. Help me, invest.
Startle me, knock the cycle out of my hands, slow my fast-paced stride, give me a reassuring glance, just tell me.
Take me out of your back burner collection, and I'll take you out of mine - having a hard time sorting things out.
So here I am, as a junior in college, feeling frustrated in my collegiate stature, standing outside the professor's office still waiting for my time. My time never comes because of other pressing issues, id est, class.
The only question I have and ever will is: what will be put on the back burner today, this morning, this next hour?
Is it that sad that my life is just a compilation of built up back burner activities!
I don't intend to blow anyone off or cast you aside as unnoticed, rather I am trying to figure out how I can make you less of a back burner. Because believe me, you are worth more and hold prescedence over any pressing activity. Help me, invest.
Startle me, knock the cycle out of my hands, slow my fast-paced stride, give me a reassuring glance, just tell me.
Take me out of your back burner collection, and I'll take you out of mine - having a hard time sorting things out.
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