Rhapsody in Black

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Friday, July 23, 2004

Monthly Lyrics
Switchfoot: Meant to Live
Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life yeah

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Atwoods Religions Philosophy, and Other Things
taken from here.

When The Handmaid's Tale was published, Contemporary Authors listed your religion as "Pessimistic Pantheist," which you defined as the belief that "God is everywhere, but losing." Is this still an accurate description of your spiritual philosophy?

I expect you don't have the foggiest what I meant in the first place. On bad days, neither do I. But let's argue it through.

Biblical version, see Genesis: God created the heaven and the earth -- out of nothing, we presume. Or else: out of God, since there was nothing else around that God could use as substance.

Big Bang theory: says much the same, without using the word "God." That is: once there was nothing, or else "a singularity." Then Poof. Big Bang. Result: the universe.

So since the universe can't be made of anything else, it must be made of singularity-stuff, or God-stuff - whatever term you wish to employ. Whether this God-stuff was a thought form such as a series of mathematical formulae, an energy form, or some sort of extremely condensed cosmic plasma, is open to discussion.

Therefore everything has "God" in it.

The forms of "God", both inorganic and organic, have since multiplied exceedingly. You might say that each new combination of atoms, molecules, amino acids, and DNA is a different expression of "God." Therefore each time we terminate a species, "God" becomes more limited.

The human race is terminating species at an alarming rate. It is thereby diminishing God, or the expressions of God.

If I were the Biblical God I would be very annoyed. He made the thing and saw that it was good. And now people are scribbling all over the artwork.

It is noteworthy that the covenant made by God after the flood was not just with Noah, but with every living thing. I assume that the "God's Gardeners" organization in Oryx and Crake used this kind of insight as a cornerstone of their theology.


...I am amazed at how both "The Hanmaid's Tale" and "Oryx and Crake" are both considered speculative fiction of the sci fi kind, yet they deal with things we already know. Things that aren't foreign to us. It is not like watching a Starwars movie, or Space Trek episode, but looking into what we are creating the future to be. I am captivated. While I was at work, I began to put more of a summary together in hopes to understand my thoughts on the book.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Work
I work with this woman who I will call **Edna** . This woman claims to have Down Syndrome, and some rare liver disorder that makes her unable to walk (but she walks fine). I am thinking to myself why doesn't she go on disability? But to each his own. Anyways, I sat across from her at work today and watched her down pills about every 10 minutes (I wonder if they are the pills that cause people with severe problems to look normal). Anyways, this woman also drank about 5 coffees in a 3 hour span. Personally I think she has a severe form of hypochondria. It made me think of what our world is doing to people. How their sins and lifestyles get them so tangeled up. Isn't there a verse in the  Bible that says "be sure your sins will find you out"?? Here we have a woman obviously affected by some issue, some hurt, some bad choice she made now sitting here afraid that the world is out to get her. It makes me sad to see her like this, and I even engaged in a conversation with her, but it seems she enjoys her lifestyle. She basks in the pity, and attention that her "down syndrome" and "liver disorder" gives her. Oh it is so sad. A recent blog entry by Mr. Strauss suggests that people have pain. That is almost inevitable unfortunately. Life brings pain, how we choose to deal with this pain is up to us. Edna looks like she has endured a lot. I don't know if it was an abusive husband, some sort of tragic childhood event, substance abuse when she was younger. I really don't know. I wish there was some way to stop this cycle. Some way to shield it from touching my own children so they may grow up to be pain free and happy. When I first met Edna I admit, I laughed. Not infront of her, but to myself. I wondered how she ever made it this far and that she should just grow up. It took me a while to realize that I could have been in her position. She has been hurt, but has not been able to seek help, she has not had the means to do so. I have, that is why I am the way I am today, and she is the way she is. Would it then be my position to offer some sort of support to her. I am not ignorant of her pain, should I reach out? I watched her cry today (at work), but I didn't see a grown woman crying; I saw a young child hiding from something, crying and scared. I wonder if Jesus cries for her? The one thing I do know, is that He saw her as He was being nailed to the cross, and He did it for her. If that isn't enough to reach out to her, I am not sure what is.
I apologize for the strangeness of this blog. I wasn't sure what to write but I knew that I had to comment on this woman.

 

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Summer
Reasons for liking the summer months:
1. Popsicles melting before I get a chance to eat then
2. Driving without sliding
3. sitting on my deck reading a book sans Columbia gear
4. tank tops
5. road trips
6. central air
7. staying up late talking to friend, not studying
8. cold beverages ( as opposed to having cold beverages in the winter)
9. less clothing
10. lemonade
11. cold showers
12. shopping at beachfront stores
13. flip flops (or thongs to some)
14. strawberries, blueberries, and watermelons
15. campfires
 
Dislikes:
1. sweating
2. shedding animals
3. sitting on the deck (with a good book) and almost getting pooped on by the birds
4. swamped bookstores
5. humidity
6. getting my license plate sticker
7. working extra hours at work
8. shorts
9. sandal tans
10. warm water
11. rain when it isn't needed (ie. when you are starting a campfire)
12. annoying kids playing hockey in our cul-de-sac...basically there is only one way out, and they are blocking it.
13. overgrown grass on our little traffic island
14. mowing the lawn
15. hair...it is too humid for hair in the summer 

Bleh Pt. 2
I am not in the mood to write about my readings, still. I just don't feel like sitting here for half and hour pouring out my brains and then having my computer freeze or pressing the wrong button, like I did before.
So, I will talk about some quirky inherited traits that I have. Well, maybe just one. I am obsessed with vacuuming. I get this from my grandmother who is always with her vacuum. When the family gets together there is always some poking fun at her because of this habit, and I am proud to say I have acquired it as well. I spent an hour today vacuuming stairs that didn't need to be cleaned. Then I did some reading, and went back to vacuuming the stairs again. My mother just recently bought this hand held dust buster max thing. I'm telling you, this thing is awesome. It was like Christmas morning when she brought it home. I got all excited. I think this is one of my sick obsessions. I am turning into my grandmother.
On a lighter note, I had to be reviewed tonight at work. We have to be reviewed inorder to get a raise, it is silly... Anyway, I have almost perfect quality. I am super happy that now my pay cheque will be 24 cents more. Drinks 'll be on me soon! Anyways, it is nice to be recognized for being a good worker, it is just another way to shine my light.
...moving on...
Kate is getting married, as you may (or may not) know. The wedding is in June sometime. Anyways, I am a bridesmaid (huzzah!!!) and while discussing dresses the other day with Kate, I mentioned that I wanted to go topless. Thinking nothing of it, and not realizing my slip of tongue I went on to say how it'll be so nice, and fun. Meanwhile Kate was laughing...anyways, long story short, I meant strapless...fortunately for everyone at the wedding I will be wearing a top to my dress. Anyways, I am excited!
So I think I will stop now. Maybe I will have some tea and see if I am in a better mood for blogging about my Education series, and my Atwood update. I doubt it, but it was a good excuse to make tea.


Monday, July 19, 2004

Bleh
I just wrote a huge blog, decided it wasn't worth reading and deleted it. I have so much that I want to blog about but when it comes time for me to actually write, the good stuff doesn't want to come out. I am now sitting, waiting for my brother to call so I can pick him up from his girlfriends house. Joy oh Joy. Anyways, I guess I will just show some pictures, just so that you don't have to read a bunch of nothingness....at least this way you get to enjoy looking at something.
 

Aaron


Belem Castle in Portugal


Lisbon, Portugal


Sunset in Cascais, Portugal 
 
 

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Weekend. Finis.I'm Sad
So, I had the most amazing weekend ever. I am not exaggerating here either. What started off as a headache, ended up being one of my favourite weekends ever. Aaron and I walked along the Gorge in Elora just talking and having a really nice time. His poor feet hurt and I offered him a piggy back ride he just laughed saying that he could bench press double my weight, so I had better not. We laughed and walked back to over the flooded bridge, trying to look for Tim and John's abandoned baseball flowing down the rapids. When we got back to the campsite devotions were already in progress so we sat quietly in the back observing the fire leaping and dancing infront of us. When devotions commenced, Aaron and I moved closer to the fire to get warm. It was just beautiful. I am attracted to fire, not in the pyromaniac way. Sitting beside Aaron made the night perfect, saying goodbye will be something I will never forget. What a great guy! Thank
you for sharing your best friend with me.
Church tonight was amazing. We had Debbie Kendrick, a missionary to France speak at our church. It was so powerful. She has this way of ushering in God's presence. Oh I could have just sat there for hours listening to her, and she has such a graceful heart. Her daughter Joanna led worship, it was just beautiful. Well, on this peaceful note, I will end.