Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From … GOD …
Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.
Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter. )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Monday, April 16, 2012
On Faith
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Alone Together
I guess we all feel it sometimes.
"It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely."
~Albert Einstein
"It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely."
~Albert Einstein
Monday, April 11, 2011
Luck, the Coward
I've mentioned to several people how I view my luck in life. I'm going to try here to explain without sounding too pessimistic, because I don't want to come off that way. I'm really just realistic about my 'luck in life.'
I'm certainly not a lucky person. I don't ever win drawings or free things.
But at the same time, I can't complain of having ferocious bad luck. Because, well let's be honest, it's not like ever time I drive somewhere I get in a crash, or that I just happen to step in every wad of gum that sticks to my shoe or pothole that makes me trip. Or that if there is a 1 in 50,000 chance of some bad thing happening, it will happen to me. And I've never been directly struck with lightning, attacked by a rabid animal, or personally targeted by a mass terrorist group.
Rather, luck is just not present in my life. Whenever things could go really well, they don't. Whenever I have the chance to win something, I won't. Very often I do run into the 'bad luck' sorts of situations (or at least more than I think my fair share). But I can also have moments of pseudo-good luck.
Take, for instance, just a couple weeks ago. I was at the BYU Housing fair. There were lots of opportunities to win free things, in activities and drawings, and etc. Wandering around with a friend, we both filled them all out, but I had no hopes of winning any (it just doesn't happen). When, what do you know, a place that I remembered was giving away an ipod called me and said I won! Excited, I stopped by the next day to pick up my winnings- only to find out that they had two drawings: an ipod and a $10 gift card to Brick Oven. Guess which one I won? The gift card of course. Guess who actually won the ipod? My friend.
So, I can't say that I suffer from horrible 'bad luck' and never win anything, but of course, ironically, when I do rarely win things, it's never going to be the amazing 'luck of the devil' things.
Basically, Luck avoids me. I think he's too frightened off by Irony, who doesn't understand the meaning of a personal bubble.
I'm certainly not a lucky person. I don't ever win drawings or free things.
But at the same time, I can't complain of having ferocious bad luck. Because, well let's be honest, it's not like ever time I drive somewhere I get in a crash, or that I just happen to step in every wad of gum that sticks to my shoe or pothole that makes me trip. Or that if there is a 1 in 50,000 chance of some bad thing happening, it will happen to me. And I've never been directly struck with lightning, attacked by a rabid animal, or personally targeted by a mass terrorist group.
Rather, luck is just not present in my life. Whenever things could go really well, they don't. Whenever I have the chance to win something, I won't. Very often I do run into the 'bad luck' sorts of situations (or at least more than I think my fair share). But I can also have moments of pseudo-good luck.
Take, for instance, just a couple weeks ago. I was at the BYU Housing fair. There were lots of opportunities to win free things, in activities and drawings, and etc. Wandering around with a friend, we both filled them all out, but I had no hopes of winning any (it just doesn't happen). When, what do you know, a place that I remembered was giving away an ipod called me and said I won! Excited, I stopped by the next day to pick up my winnings- only to find out that they had two drawings: an ipod and a $10 gift card to Brick Oven. Guess which one I won? The gift card of course. Guess who actually won the ipod? My friend.
So, I can't say that I suffer from horrible 'bad luck' and never win anything, but of course, ironically, when I do rarely win things, it's never going to be the amazing 'luck of the devil' things.
Basically, Luck avoids me. I think he's too frightened off by Irony, who doesn't understand the meaning of a personal bubble.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Another one of those days...
So today was, unfortunately, a normal 'me-day.'
I'll guide you through a brief snippet of roughly 15 minutes, so you may understand.
You are rushing across campus to your 6th class of the day in too-big shoes.
You just got out of your last class late, having waited for several precious 'rush-minutes' in order to get your graded paper back. Unfortunately, all you got was the words that you wouldn't get your paper back with the others in the class because "the TA gave you a perfect grade." So, of course, the teacher must think the TA is blind, or graded your test whilst he was asleep or on hallucinogens or possessed by a hippo, or encountered some other difficulty that would cause him to have mistakenly given perfect marks. No way do you actually deserve a perfect grade. So, as the responsible and sensible person she is, the professor must sink her claws into your hard-earned A. She'll look over your paper herself, pick it apart, and return it to you with a shaky C.
With a sigh that's more of a gasp because of your quick pace, you try not to knock into all the other students that have deciding to enjoy the lovely 35° drizzle at a sedate pace. Whilst traveling from the previous disappointment to another class of certain enjoyment, your phone begins to ring loudly. You stumble, trying to pull it from your backpack pocket without dropping your umbrella or extra armload of dance gear. Miraculously managing to extricate it, you put it to your ear as the caller hangs up. Lovely.
You look at the CID and recognize it as your ride to an appointment later that day. Dreading what the call could mean, you redial as you again head toward your now-late-for-certain class.
Guess why that dear friend was calling? Wouldn't it just be lovely if they wanted to call and wish you a good day and promise a package of coconut M&Ms when they pick you up later? Well, whether it would be lovely or not, their actual message was to inform you that they can no longer give you a ride. Of course. Because how could your day get better than it now is?
But wait- you still aren't to that class. The fun isn't yet over. In the middle of assuring your friend that you bear no hard feelings, and thanks for being willing anyhow, you trip... over nothing. That happens a lot. This time, your phone goes flying across the sidewalk and into a puddle where both the case, the cover, and the battery separate like three negative ends of a magnet. Meanwhile your umbrella catches on another person (who pleasantly sends you a death glare) and stabs you in the side as you land hard on one knee.
At least you didn't face-plant.
And like an armored vehicle transporting goods on a cop show, you're still not safe because you're still en route. Having collected all your gear, you finally enter the science building that houses your classroom. Or, at least, you try.
A taller version of Frankie Muniz is chatting up some little blond in the doorway. Unwilling to move yet, he half-opens the door (which swings in) for you as you come barreling towards it. He props it open with his arm above his head and, after attempting a little 'oh, I've got it, or okay, nevermind, thank you' dance, you finally duck awkwardly under his arm and between the couple. But apparently that blond really has some hypnotic eyes because, within the 2 seconds before you're all the way through, the 'gentleman' removes arm and the heavy door swings shut.
Of course, you are foolishly thinking that the thoughtful Frankie was going to deal with the door, so you have your attention on putting your phone back together and folding up your dripping umbrella.
Wise move.
The heavy door charges toward you and catches you roughly on the elbow. Your arm is bruised, your is face red as some science nerd chuckles at you, and your phone is once again all over the ground.
After gathering your armload together, (it's a habit by now) you finally, miraculously, gloriously, reach your classroom and plop gracelessly into a chair. You're 10mins late, you've missed the quiz and your teacher gives you a dirty look. But at least you can sit (safely?) for 40 minutes before you are forced to brave the world again.
Isn't life an adventure? It's so much fun to be me.
I'll guide you through a brief snippet of roughly 15 minutes, so you may understand.
You are rushing across campus to your 6th class of the day in too-big shoes.
You just got out of your last class late, having waited for several precious 'rush-minutes' in order to get your graded paper back. Unfortunately, all you got was the words that you wouldn't get your paper back with the others in the class because "the TA gave you a perfect grade." So, of course, the teacher must think the TA is blind, or graded your test whilst he was asleep or on hallucinogens or possessed by a hippo, or encountered some other difficulty that would cause him to have mistakenly given perfect marks. No way do you actually deserve a perfect grade. So, as the responsible and sensible person she is, the professor must sink her claws into your hard-earned A. She'll look over your paper herself, pick it apart, and return it to you with a shaky C.
With a sigh that's more of a gasp because of your quick pace, you try not to knock into all the other students that have deciding to enjoy the lovely 35° drizzle at a sedate pace. Whilst traveling from the previous disappointment to another class of certain enjoyment, your phone begins to ring loudly. You stumble, trying to pull it from your backpack pocket without dropping your umbrella or extra armload of dance gear. Miraculously managing to extricate it, you put it to your ear as the caller hangs up. Lovely.
You look at the CID and recognize it as your ride to an appointment later that day. Dreading what the call could mean, you redial as you again head toward your now-late-for-certain class.
Guess why that dear friend was calling? Wouldn't it just be lovely if they wanted to call and wish you a good day and promise a package of coconut M&Ms when they pick you up later? Well, whether it would be lovely or not, their actual message was to inform you that they can no longer give you a ride. Of course. Because how could your day get better than it now is?
But wait- you still aren't to that class. The fun isn't yet over. In the middle of assuring your friend that you bear no hard feelings, and thanks for being willing anyhow, you trip... over nothing. That happens a lot. This time, your phone goes flying across the sidewalk and into a puddle where both the case, the cover, and the battery separate like three negative ends of a magnet. Meanwhile your umbrella catches on another person (who pleasantly sends you a death glare) and stabs you in the side as you land hard on one knee.
At least you didn't face-plant.
And like an armored vehicle transporting goods on a cop show, you're still not safe because you're still en route. Having collected all your gear, you finally enter the science building that houses your classroom. Or, at least, you try.
A taller version of Frankie Muniz is chatting up some little blond in the doorway. Unwilling to move yet, he half-opens the door (which swings in) for you as you come barreling towards it. He props it open with his arm above his head and, after attempting a little 'oh, I've got it, or okay, nevermind, thank you' dance, you finally duck awkwardly under his arm and between the couple. But apparently that blond really has some hypnotic eyes because, within the 2 seconds before you're all the way through, the 'gentleman' removes arm and the heavy door swings shut.
Of course, you are foolishly thinking that the thoughtful Frankie was going to deal with the door, so you have your attention on putting your phone back together and folding up your dripping umbrella.
Wise move.
The heavy door charges toward you and catches you roughly on the elbow. Your arm is bruised, your is face red as some science nerd chuckles at you, and your phone is once again all over the ground.
After gathering your armload together, (it's a habit by now) you finally, miraculously, gloriously, reach your classroom and plop gracelessly into a chair. You're 10mins late, you've missed the quiz and your teacher gives you a dirty look. But at least you can sit (safely?) for 40 minutes before you are forced to brave the world again.
Isn't life an adventure? It's so much fun to be me.
Friday, February 11, 2011
And life goes on...
It's weird; life. Time and age and all those things that are so very, very present in the world, so very important. Always moving, always changing, but always there. And yet how easy it is to forget.
I just had my 21st birthday. I'm an official adult. Time has gone by so quickly, and I don't feel like I should be a legal adult. I guess I'm competent enough. But still. On my birthday I had a strong desire to eat ice cream for breakfast, jump on my bed, and watch Chip and Dale: Rescue Rangers. So much for growing up. Life moves on, but I feel rather left behind.
And just today, not even a week after my birthday and all these rubbish 'getting old, coming of age' thoughts, I became an aunt! My first nephew (no nieces yet). Just as I'm thinking "where'd my childhood go?" A little kid pops in and gets to start the journey himself.
Blows me away. I'm not sure I can express it.
-
Sort of... like a forest. If you've ever seen a brand new forest, or an artificial or well-logged one, it's not nearly as impressive or majestic as one that's been around for a long time. The really great forests have huge, ancient trees, that have been there for a long time. But there are also a lot of medium and small trees. And thousands of ivy, vines, bushes, moss, shoots, etc. The growth and diversity is everywhere.
And they build on each other, giving to each other. They cycle through, growing, living their life, moving on. They seem so willing to share: the moss under the rocks and on the tree bark, ivy and vines climbing up and twisting around every available, space bushes upon bushes growing up, sideways, over and under. They all have some place they can fit, searching for those stray shafts of sunlight. When a tree or plant dies, it drops back into the ground, where the next tree or plant comes along and uses those necessary nourishment and vitamins to grow.
I'd like to think I'm a fair-sized tree in the forest. I've worked and fought for a strong place with sunlight. And maybe, as I live and grow and cycle through seasons, I can provide leaves and support and shelter for others. I'd like to give birds a rest in my branches, moss and ivy a trunk upon which to grow, little animals and budding flowers shelter from harsh weather. Maybe I can share and protect and boost that little nephew of mine as he experiences this amazing world of ours.
And now I feel ostentatiously sentimental. Still....
I just had my 21st birthday. I'm an official adult. Time has gone by so quickly, and I don't feel like I should be a legal adult. I guess I'm competent enough. But still. On my birthday I had a strong desire to eat ice cream for breakfast, jump on my bed, and watch Chip and Dale: Rescue Rangers. So much for growing up. Life moves on, but I feel rather left behind.
"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional."
-Chili Davis
-Chili Davis
And just today, not even a week after my birthday and all these rubbish 'getting old, coming of age' thoughts, I became an aunt! My first nephew (no nieces yet). Just as I'm thinking "where'd my childhood go?" A little kid pops in and gets to start the journey himself.
Blows me away. I'm not sure I can express it.
-
Sort of... like a forest. If you've ever seen a brand new forest, or an artificial or well-logged one, it's not nearly as impressive or majestic as one that's been around for a long time. The really great forests have huge, ancient trees, that have been there for a long time. But there are also a lot of medium and small trees. And thousands of ivy, vines, bushes, moss, shoots, etc. The growth and diversity is everywhere.
And they build on each other, giving to each other. They cycle through, growing, living their life, moving on. They seem so willing to share: the moss under the rocks and on the tree bark, ivy and vines climbing up and twisting around every available, space bushes upon bushes growing up, sideways, over and under. They all have some place they can fit, searching for those stray shafts of sunlight. When a tree or plant dies, it drops back into the ground, where the next tree or plant comes along and uses those necessary nourishment and vitamins to grow.
I'd like to think I'm a fair-sized tree in the forest. I've worked and fought for a strong place with sunlight. And maybe, as I live and grow and cycle through seasons, I can provide leaves and support and shelter for others. I'd like to give birds a rest in my branches, moss and ivy a trunk upon which to grow, little animals and budding flowers shelter from harsh weather. Maybe I can share and protect and boost that little nephew of mine as he experiences this amazing world of ours.
And now I feel ostentatiously sentimental. Still....
Saturday, February 5, 2011
when they disappoint
It's hard when you're disappointed. When you, or someone you know, underperforms. When you get very invested into something or someone, and are let down. When you realize that you've been expecting way too much and it's never going to happen. When you thought something was secure and then the slightest quake makes you see that the foundation you believed you were standing on is weak and falling away beneath you. When all the 'try, try agains' leave you with too many tries, no more agains, and no success in sight. When the mountain you were climbing turns out to be a downward-moving escalator and you're back at the beginning.
So, get off.
You can't take back those moments and investments. You can't undo all that effort and care. You can't save something that's not there.
Why should you?
Move on. Some things aren't worth all that worry. Accept the change, the misfortune. And then try again with the next. Those moments and efforts still happened, and they weren't completely for naught. You enjoyed it while it lasted. You learned along the way. It's the journey, not the roadblocks, that matters.
Just don't get stuck focusing back at the top of that downward-moving escalator. Get off, move on. Go find an elevator.
In my opinion.
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain
"Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it." -Eliza Tabor
"Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments — but all of this is transitory it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken." -Paulo Coelho
So, get off.
You can't take back those moments and investments. You can't undo all that effort and care. You can't save something that's not there.
Why should you?
Move on. Some things aren't worth all that worry. Accept the change, the misfortune. And then try again with the next. Those moments and efforts still happened, and they weren't completely for naught. You enjoyed it while it lasted. You learned along the way. It's the journey, not the roadblocks, that matters.
Just don't get stuck focusing back at the top of that downward-moving escalator. Get off, move on. Go find an elevator.
In my opinion.
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain
"Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it." -Eliza Tabor
"Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments — but all of this is transitory it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken." -Paulo Coelho
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Why My Professor Cried
I walked into my Judaism and Christianity in the Classical Near East class on Friday and the Professor was wearing jeans and a neon orange-striped shirt. This was NOT normal, as he usually is in a suit, or at least a dress-shirt, slacks, and a tie. He's actually a very lively, bold, and level-headed teacher. He talks fast and intensely and confidently.
But Friday was different.
At the start of class, he explained that he had been at his son's spelling bee, and he hadn't had time to change, and was going to be off his game that day, and his son was amazing, and if we wanted to know about it we had to read his article because there was no way he would get through an explanation. He said all this choking back tears. He really was "a mess" that day, as he put it. He kept getting off topic, and several times he just stopped and zoned out before he would say "stay on track Hunt" or "I am out of it, today" etc.
Anyway, I just read the article and it really touched me. Sometimes, I (we?) tend to be overly critical and emphasize the perfection in something, but miss the actual success. My professor, in one of his 'off-topic moments' tearfully said something that may not make sense before you've read the article.
"It's the trying that matters. Of course, we, in the church with our emphasis on 'works', know how important it is to do our best. But how can we forget, for even a moment, that Jesus already has everything taken care of? He did all that for us, and it really doesn't matter if we fail or not. We just have to try. My boy- he didn't even get one word out, not even one letter. He stood up there and said 'I can't.' And yet, God loves that amazing kid. He loves him and doesn't care a bit about whether he won or not. Because it's okay to say 'I can't.' Isn't that what He's there for?" (paraphrased)
Here's the article.
The Failure that was a Success
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But Friday was different.
At the start of class, he explained that he had been at his son's spelling bee, and he hadn't had time to change, and was going to be off his game that day, and his son was amazing, and if we wanted to know about it we had to read his article because there was no way he would get through an explanation. He said all this choking back tears. He really was "a mess" that day, as he put it. He kept getting off topic, and several times he just stopped and zoned out before he would say "stay on track Hunt" or "I am out of it, today" etc.
Anyway, I just read the article and it really touched me. Sometimes, I (we?) tend to be overly critical and emphasize the perfection in something, but miss the actual success. My professor, in one of his 'off-topic moments' tearfully said something that may not make sense before you've read the article.
"It's the trying that matters. Of course, we, in the church with our emphasis on 'works', know how important it is to do our best. But how can we forget, for even a moment, that Jesus already has everything taken care of? He did all that for us, and it really doesn't matter if we fail or not. We just have to try. My boy- he didn't even get one word out, not even one letter. He stood up there and said 'I can't.' And yet, God loves that amazing kid. He loves him and doesn't care a bit about whether he won or not. Because it's okay to say 'I can't.' Isn't that what He's there for?" (paraphrased)
Here's the article.
The Failure that was a Success
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Unlocking Incompetence
I've come to dislike every situation that should be normal. Mostly because, for me, things really just can't be normal.
When people walk up to their door, they pull out their key, unlock the door, and enter their house. Right? I mean, nothing can really go wrong with that except, perhaps, realizing you don't have your key with you or having to set a grocery back down because you haven't enough hands.
But like I said, with me normal things aren't normal. I always have the biggest trouble getting my key out and the door unlocked.
Imagine, if you will, this small part of my life that so personifies my existence.
You set your backpack down beside you and pull out your keys. As you straightened, unlocking the doorknob, your backpack tips sideways.
But of course, you're ignorant enough that you keep your keys in the same pouch as your pens, pencils, and other tiny objects. And you're even so lacking in common sense that you didn't zip the pouch back up after retrieving said keys. So of course, because it can, your backpack tips sideways, spilling all of your things.
And yes, you live at the top of the stairs. So yes, of course, they all fall through the cracks of the stairs, several stories, spread all over the ground and stairway. You run about trying to quickly pick them all up so you don't look like a complete fool (failing in the process) and finally get them all gathered and shoved back into your bag. Gasping from the frantic running up and down stairs, groaning in frustration, and thoroughly disgusted with yourself, you snatch up all your things and rush into...
the door. Face first. Of course. Because you unlocked the knob, but the drawn bolt is still restricting entrance.
The only redeemable thing about the whole experience, is that it would be hilarious to watch. Too bad I don't have a mini recorder following me around. I could have my own slap-stick comedy show.
"Key to the city? Key to my car? Tic-tac?" *zzzzap*
When people walk up to their door, they pull out their key, unlock the door, and enter their house. Right? I mean, nothing can really go wrong with that except, perhaps, realizing you don't have your key with you or having to set a grocery back down because you haven't enough hands.
But like I said, with me normal things aren't normal. I always have the biggest trouble getting my key out and the door unlocked.
Imagine, if you will, this small part of my life that so personifies my existence.
You set your backpack down beside you and pull out your keys. As you straightened, unlocking the doorknob, your backpack tips sideways.
But of course, you're ignorant enough that you keep your keys in the same pouch as your pens, pencils, and other tiny objects. And you're even so lacking in common sense that you didn't zip the pouch back up after retrieving said keys. So of course, because it can, your backpack tips sideways, spilling all of your things.
And yes, you live at the top of the stairs. So yes, of course, they all fall through the cracks of the stairs, several stories, spread all over the ground and stairway. You run about trying to quickly pick them all up so you don't look like a complete fool (failing in the process) and finally get them all gathered and shoved back into your bag. Gasping from the frantic running up and down stairs, groaning in frustration, and thoroughly disgusted with yourself, you snatch up all your things and rush into...
the door. Face first. Of course. Because you unlocked the knob, but the drawn bolt is still restricting entrance.
The only redeemable thing about the whole experience, is that it would be hilarious to watch. Too bad I don't have a mini recorder following me around. I could have my own slap-stick comedy show.
"Key to the city? Key to my car? Tic-tac?" *zzzzap*
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Antimatter
. On the other side of a mirror there’s an inverse world, where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the earth and recede to the first slime of love.
. And in the evening the sun is just rising.
. Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon childhood robs them of their pleasure.
. In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, is joy . . .
This one puts things in a new perspective, doesn't it? Life and pleasure and misery are all relative. Things are, only because we see them that way. Suggests the importance of stepping outside your immediate surrounds to gain the eternal perspective.
. And in the evening the sun is just rising.
. Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon childhood robs them of their pleasure.
. In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, is joy . . .
This one puts things in a new perspective, doesn't it? Life and pleasure and misery are all relative. Things are, only because we see them that way. Suggests the importance of stepping outside your immediate surrounds to gain the eternal perspective.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Time
This is how I'm feeling right now with finals approaching and so much to get done.
Time
by Chantal Kreviazuk
Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don’t go so fast
I’m missing the moments as they pass
Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I’m down I’m down on my knees I’m begging for all your sympathy
But you (I’m just an illusion) you don’t seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)
Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I’ll take what you give me, please know that I’m learning
So wait for me this time
I should’ve know better I shouldn’t have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings I threw them all away
Now this is my time I’m going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn’t have wasted those days)
I’ll take what you give me, please know that I’m learning
I’ve looked in the mirror
My world’s getting clearer
So wait for me this time
Time
by Chantal Kreviazuk
Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don’t go so fast
I’m missing the moments as they pass
Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I’m down I’m down on my knees I’m begging for all your sympathy
But you (I’m just an illusion) you don’t seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)
Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I’ll take what you give me, please know that I’m learning
So wait for me this time
I should’ve know better I shouldn’t have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings I threw them all away
Now this is my time I’m going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn’t have wasted those days)
I’ll take what you give me, please know that I’m learning
I’ve looked in the mirror
My world’s getting clearer
So wait for me this time
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Why October is the Best
Perhaps it's a bit because the birthstone is an opal- best ever! But mostly it's because of autumn. There is gorgeous color everywhere, the air is brisk, the sun is out, the wind blows, you snuggle up in a jacket and scarf, and it's the best feeling ever. Included are a few pictures I took to show my devotion to this most blessed of seasons.
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
~Albert Camus
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Miss Clumsia
I think I have a talent. My ward has a talent show coming up soon, and I was considering singing. But perhaps I should change to my newly discovered superiority.
I trip. For no good reason.
Just within the last couple days I have: fallen out of a chair I was sitting on, literally walked into a wall, fallen flat on my face while talking to someone, did a Miss Congeniality in heels, nearly fell over taking a simple side-step in dance, and most amazingly tripped while standing still on a flat surface.
Honestly, I'm not sure you can beat that. There weren't even any stairs, dizzy spells, holes, or evil-5th-graders trying to trip me up.
I just have skill.
I trip. For no good reason.
Just within the last couple days I have: fallen out of a chair I was sitting on, literally walked into a wall, fallen flat on my face while talking to someone, did a Miss Congeniality in heels, nearly fell over taking a simple side-step in dance, and most amazingly tripped while standing still on a flat surface.
Honestly, I'm not sure you can beat that. There weren't even any stairs, dizzy spells, holes, or evil-5th-graders trying to trip me up.
I just have skill.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Magic Trips
So I've decided that I'm not meant to be a magician 'when I grow up'.
I've been remembering back to this summer and some of the interesting experiences I had. One of them resulted in this decision I previously mentioned. I was downstairs with my Aunt Nonnie and her adorable little (now 3 year old) daughter, Boo. And, to entertain her, i decided to do a 'magic trick.'
You know, the first time, it actually turned out really well. I had some strange little water-glitter-pillow-tube thing and I told Boo that I would count to three, lift it over my head, and it would disappear. So I shook it in my hands as I counted, and on three, I easily tossed it over my shoulder into the next room. She was very surprised and had no clue where it had gone. I then managed to pick it back up without her seeing. I stuck it in under the hat my brother was wearing and, after she'd searched around for some time (in both my hands, my pockets, etc.), told her to look there. She lifted the cap off and was thoroughly impressed with my skills. It was some sweet moves on my part.
Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I should've learned by now that, if something actually does happen to go right for me once, I shouldn't push my luck- just be happy with it. But Boo thought it was so cool, she wanted me to do it again.
I tried.
But the second time, I threw the stupid thing too high and it whacked into the low ceiling and thumped onto the floor directly behind me. Boo raced under my legs and picked it up, smirking in triumph. The little devil.
She then told me that she wanted to show me a magic trick. She held the toy, waved it around for a bit, chanted some string of kid-babble and threw it across the room.
"Where'd it go? Magic!" she proclaimed like a true entertainer, as my aunt laughed uproariously at my expense.
Hmph. So yes. I've decided that I'm not going to be a magician... ever.
I've been remembering back to this summer and some of the interesting experiences I had. One of them resulted in this decision I previously mentioned. I was downstairs with my Aunt Nonnie and her adorable little (now 3 year old) daughter, Boo. And, to entertain her, i decided to do a 'magic trick.'
You know, the first time, it actually turned out really well. I had some strange little water-glitter-pillow-tube thing and I told Boo that I would count to three, lift it over my head, and it would disappear. So I shook it in my hands as I counted, and on three, I easily tossed it over my shoulder into the next room. She was very surprised and had no clue where it had gone. I then managed to pick it back up without her seeing. I stuck it in under the hat my brother was wearing and, after she'd searched around for some time (in both my hands, my pockets, etc.), told her to look there. She lifted the cap off and was thoroughly impressed with my skills. It was some sweet moves on my part.
Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I should've learned by now that, if something actually does happen to go right for me once, I shouldn't push my luck- just be happy with it. But Boo thought it was so cool, she wanted me to do it again.
I tried.
But the second time, I threw the stupid thing too high and it whacked into the low ceiling and thumped onto the floor directly behind me. Boo raced under my legs and picked it up, smirking in triumph. The little devil.
She then told me that she wanted to show me a magic trick. She held the toy, waved it around for a bit, chanted some string of kid-babble and threw it across the room.
"Where'd it go? Magic!" she proclaimed like a true entertainer, as my aunt laughed uproariously at my expense.
Hmph. So yes. I've decided that I'm not going to be a magician... ever.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Dr. Do-Less
Carsten, pops and I were reminiscing on some of our attempts at raising animals. These included the mauling of our poor bunnies and their babies. What kind of animal can skin a rabbit and never actually get it out of the cage?
We talked about the various chickens we've owned. Some we hatched and raised from their incubated eggs. Others we bought at Big R as little fuzzy, newborn chicks. They all produce very few eggs (total of 5 or so a week, from a dozen chickens) and have had rather traumatizing lives/deaths. One batch was attacked and eaten/scattered by a bear. Some would get out of the pen, wander into the woods and most assuredly were eaten before the next morning. One poor chick got caught in between the netting and the covering that were pressed against each other, when it was already sleeping at the bottom of the yard-deep box (we haven't a single clue how in this wide earthit managed that Houdini act). The rest ... well, they eventually ended up in the freezer.
I believe the oddest thing we ever produced was Clara's duck. We all went to Big R and picked out a chick. But the super-random 6yr old had to insist on the ugly duckling. As the only non-chicken we didn't really give it any special care. It ended up thinking that it was a chicken. It made the strangest, most pathetic quack. It wanted to walk like a chicken, with a duck's anatomy and ended up shuffling around on its stomach, constantly tripping and face-planting. It would get attacked by the actual chickens, so we had to separate it and then it would pace up and down by the separator and rub the tip of its feet raw.
I felt bad for the poor, confused thing.
You know, I think the only animal we've actually had any luck with are goldfish. We had a batch of 10 goldfish about 5 years ago that are still alive. How did that even happen? I didn't even know they could live that long! Don't goldfish usually die after only a few days?
We talked about the various chickens we've owned. Some we hatched and raised from their incubated eggs. Others we bought at Big R as little fuzzy, newborn chicks. They all produce very few eggs (total of 5 or so a week, from a dozen chickens) and have had rather traumatizing lives/deaths. One batch was attacked and eaten/scattered by a bear. Some would get out of the pen, wander into the woods and most assuredly were eaten before the next morning. One poor chick got caught in between the netting and the covering that were pressed against each other, when it was already sleeping at the bottom of the yard-deep box (we haven't a single clue how in this wide earthit managed that Houdini act). The rest ... well, they eventually ended up in the freezer.
I believe the oddest thing we ever produced was Clara's duck. We all went to Big R and picked out a chick. But the super-random 6yr old had to insist on the ugly duckling. As the only non-chicken we didn't really give it any special care. It ended up thinking that it was a chicken. It made the strangest, most pathetic quack. It wanted to walk like a chicken, with a duck's anatomy and ended up shuffling around on its stomach, constantly tripping and face-planting. It would get attacked by the actual chickens, so we had to separate it and then it would pace up and down by the separator and rub the tip of its feet raw.
I felt bad for the poor, confused thing.
You know, I think the only animal we've actually had any luck with are goldfish. We had a batch of 10 goldfish about 5 years ago that are still alive. How did that even happen? I didn't even know they could live that long! Don't goldfish usually die after only a few days?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Perspective
So if you think about it, you're pretty small. But at the same time, pretty unique.
In the entire universe, only 4% is actual physical matter of some kind. Of that 4%, 99.999% is plasma. Of the part that isn't plasma, 75% is hydrogen, 23% helium, and only 2% of all the other materials. You're just a tiny, tiny percentage of that last 2%. And that's in the entire universe.
Perspective.
In the entire universe, only 4% is actual physical matter of some kind. Of that 4%, 99.999% is plasma. Of the part that isn't plasma, 75% is hydrogen, 23% helium, and only 2% of all the other materials. You're just a tiny, tiny percentage of that last 2%. And that's in the entire universe.
Perspective.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Fun with Roommates
Honestly, my roommates are pretty much the best. Meet:
Kaia- the friendly, passionate, artistic redhead. We have some of the best conversations.
Tara- the smart, musical, fantastic cook who is occasionally alarmingly hyper!
Brooke- the tall, beautiful, blond with a gentle nature and the best sayings and 'voices.'
They are supremely awesome.
For Tara's birthday, on Memorial Day, we had a party, in which Kaia was the decorator queen, Brooke made the coolest Tie-Die Cake, and I took tons of pictures of our adventures.
Our adventures included drawing an enormous, effective welcome 'mat' on the sidewalk in front of our apartment, with chalk. We also drew (most likely) the World's Largest Hopscotch- each square was the size of a cement slab and it went clear down the side walk. We took turns trying to make it all the way through, even filmed our endeavors. But no, the videos are not going to be released. :)
After it got too dark to draw on the sidewalk anymore, we went inside and proceeded to make fools of ourselves with glow-in-the-dark swords. Yes. We are awesome. We danced around in the dark, took crazy evil-pictures in front of the bathroom mirror. We even dressed up and recorded ourselves having sword-fights and etc.
Another time in which our splendid originality and personalities were manifested was just last Saturday night. At my insistence, we had thought to go together and roll down the hill by the Periodicals section of the library, on campus. But there was a couple making out there, and it would have been slightly awkward... So, instead, we went back to the apartment and ran around in the sprinklers like hyper chipmunks.
Kaia was quite (overly) excited that she could see the constellations and would randomly scream out things like "Ah! Look! I found Cassiopeia! Yes! Look!" At one point, we had moved on in our conversation, while she was still admiring the stars. Realizing that she didn't have our attention, she turned to me, grabbed at my arm, and in a somewhat stern voice informed us "Hey! That's Draco the Dragon!"
We ended the night after we had been playing around on the Wyview playground structures, claiming different 'kingdoms,' declaring war between the wood chips and the grass, cajoling the more tentative Tara to join us by saying that she could be "MY adviser" or "I'll name a STAR after you" or "Well, she's MY favorite counselor and I've given her a large estate!" and such. At some point we decided that we must be at least partially insane because of the late hour and finally retired to our apartment.
So there you have it. We've had many an exciting and interesting time/conversation. Like when we almost installed a 'Whoopie Alert!' security system against creepers because we don't have a chain for our apt door. Or our almost constant teasing Tara of her 'Coccasion' (yes, I know that's not a word. It's actually a mixture of 3 different ones, including a boy's name, Caucasian and occasion).
As I mentioned earlier- We're the best.
Kaia- the friendly, passionate, artistic redhead. We have some of the best conversations.
Tara- the smart, musical, fantastic cook who is occasionally alarmingly hyper!
Brooke- the tall, beautiful, blond with a gentle nature and the best sayings and 'voices.'
They are supremely awesome.
For Tara's birthday, on Memorial Day, we had a party, in which Kaia was the decorator queen, Brooke made the coolest Tie-Die Cake, and I took tons of pictures of our adventures.
Our adventures included drawing an enormous, effective welcome 'mat' on the sidewalk in front of our apartment, with chalk. We also drew (most likely) the World's Largest Hopscotch- each square was the size of a cement slab and it went clear down the side walk. We took turns trying to make it all the way through, even filmed our endeavors. But no, the videos are not going to be released. :)
After it got too dark to draw on the sidewalk anymore, we went inside and proceeded to make fools of ourselves with glow-in-the-dark swords. Yes. We are awesome. We danced around in the dark, took crazy evil-pictures in front of the bathroom mirror. We even dressed up and recorded ourselves having sword-fights and etc.
Another time in which our splendid originality and personalities were manifested was just last Saturday night. At my insistence, we had thought to go together and roll down the hill by the Periodicals section of the library, on campus. But there was a couple making out there, and it would have been slightly awkward... So, instead, we went back to the apartment and ran around in the sprinklers like hyper chipmunks.
Kaia was quite (overly) excited that she could see the constellations and would randomly scream out things like "Ah! Look! I found Cassiopeia! Yes! Look!" At one point, we had moved on in our conversation, while she was still admiring the stars. Realizing that she didn't have our attention, she turned to me, grabbed at my arm, and in a somewhat stern voice informed us "Hey! That's Draco the Dragon!"
We ended the night after we had been playing around on the Wyview playground structures, claiming different 'kingdoms,' declaring war between the wood chips and the grass, cajoling the more tentative Tara to join us by saying that she could be "MY adviser" or "I'll name a STAR after you" or "Well, she's MY favorite counselor and I've given her a large estate!" and such. At some point we decided that we must be at least partially insane because of the late hour and finally retired to our apartment.
So there you have it. We've had many an exciting and interesting time/conversation. Like when we almost installed a 'Whoopie Alert!' security system against creepers because we don't have a chain for our apt door. Or our almost constant teasing Tara of her 'Coccasion' (yes, I know that's not a word. It's actually a mixture of 3 different ones, including a boy's name, Caucasian and occasion).
As I mentioned earlier- We're the best.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Cue crazy laugh
You know those days when you just have to give up and accept that it's going to be pointless and miserable and just hope you can get through it with limited damage? I had one of those. I'm sore from yesterday, and I just keep making a fool of myself. I mean, more than normal, that is. :)
As just a small part of this fantastic day, I went to Macey's to get a movie from Red Box and perhaps pick up some bread. But the movie wasn't there and I ended up getting a whole bunch of heavy stuff that wouldn't fit in my backpack because I already had it filled with books, dance shoes, and Mel's computer. On the way back the wind was blowing just short of 1,500mph in my face. I had to get off my bike and walk it because, with all my extra baggage and trying to ride uphill into that wind- well. I was too sore from yesterday and it just wasn't worth it.
I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete goof. But that's alright. Because it's getting later and soon it will be tomorrow and I can focus on doing homework and getting Mel's computer fixed and move past this 'epic fail' of a day.
*Mwahahahahah! ~Crazy laugh* -because it somehow makes things better. And sometimes it's the only option.
As just a small part of this fantastic day, I went to Macey's to get a movie from Red Box and perhaps pick up some bread. But the movie wasn't there and I ended up getting a whole bunch of heavy stuff that wouldn't fit in my backpack because I already had it filled with books, dance shoes, and Mel's computer. On the way back the wind was blowing just short of 1,500mph in my face. I had to get off my bike and walk it because, with all my extra baggage and trying to ride uphill into that wind- well. I was too sore from yesterday and it just wasn't worth it.
I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete goof. But that's alright. Because it's getting later and soon it will be tomorrow and I can focus on doing homework and getting Mel's computer fixed and move past this 'epic fail' of a day.
*Mwahahahahah! ~Crazy laugh* -because it somehow makes things better. And sometimes it's the only option.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday Thoughts
Today it was really nice out, so Emily and I walked over to Kiwana's park and layed about on the grass for a bit. Walking back, I was smelling a couple flowers I picked, listening to When the Love Falls by Yiruma, and loving the beautiful day. But then a stupid, loud, smelly truck drove by and I just thought- "Now why did people have to go and ruin this awesome world by making those nasty things?"
I'm not an environmentalist, and I like air conditioning and dishwashers and motorcycles same as the next person. But they're loud and rather annoying, actually. And you know, for a while, all technology really made me miffed.
Later, I was in the kitchen trying to find something to eat. I finally decided to open a can of something, but most things I had were just sides, (beets, tomato juice, etc.). I found the can of freshwater shrimp that dad left for me when my family came to visit last month. It's funny, because, I remember him holding them out to me and saying "These are really good."
And apparently I wasn't paying attention, because I thought they were tuna. I said "Oh, I know. And I just got some baby dill pickles- which is perfect, because they're way good together."
He gave me an odd look. "Pickles?"
"Yeah, nothing better. SO good. I can't wait. Thanks Pops."
And he just half grinned like he thought I was super weird but he'd go along with me. I love him for that. I feel so silly now. Pickles and shrimp? Eh!
I'm not an environmentalist, and I like air conditioning and dishwashers and motorcycles same as the next person. But they're loud and rather annoying, actually. And you know, for a while, all technology really made me miffed.
Later, I was in the kitchen trying to find something to eat. I finally decided to open a can of something, but most things I had were just sides, (beets, tomato juice, etc.). I found the can of freshwater shrimp that dad left for me when my family came to visit last month. It's funny, because, I remember him holding them out to me and saying "These are really good."
And apparently I wasn't paying attention, because I thought they were tuna. I said "Oh, I know. And I just got some baby dill pickles- which is perfect, because they're way good together."
He gave me an odd look. "Pickles?"
"Yeah, nothing better. SO good. I can't wait. Thanks Pops."
And he just half grinned like he thought I was super weird but he'd go along with me. I love him for that. I feel so silly now. Pickles and shrimp? Eh!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Encore!
The Ballroom Dance Company's 50th Anniversary Performance was amazing! There were a few that I've seen before, but they were still good. My favorites were Kaboom (Cha Cha), which had Toffer and Whitney, Caleb and Amy, and Tia and Katie.
I also really like Micgalaxy- the glow in the dark alien dance thing by the Tour Team. It was just super entertaining.
And the back-up tour team did a Samba to a song called Lollipop. That was a ton of fun. My favorite part was when... I'm not even sure how to describe it. They guys were on the floor in push-up position, and the end guy rolled underneath all of them in a row as they 'popped' themselves up in time to the music. It just looked really sweet.
I also enjoyed Sean Moe's 10:00 team. They did a foxtrot to "Mahna Mahna." It was cute and unique. I love Sean. Miss him teaching...
Anyhow. That's my rant about the performance.
It was quite good.
I also really like Micgalaxy- the glow in the dark alien dance thing by the Tour Team. It was just super entertaining.
And the back-up tour team did a Samba to a song called Lollipop. That was a ton of fun. My favorite part was when... I'm not even sure how to describe it. They guys were on the floor in push-up position, and the end guy rolled underneath all of them in a row as they 'popped' themselves up in time to the music. It just looked really sweet.
I also enjoyed Sean Moe's 10:00 team. They did a foxtrot to "Mahna Mahna." It was cute and unique. I love Sean. Miss him teaching...
Anyhow. That's my rant about the performance.
It was quite good.
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