Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Beard Evolution
Over the summer I grew a beard for 12 weeks. The following is the journey. I could be a beard model!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Megaman Legends 3
If you happen to be upset about the Megaman Legends 3 cancelation like I am, check this link out. We might be able to get it back:
Legends Never Die!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Teefury.com
Teefury.com
A new shirt design everyday that only lasts 24 hours. Created by fans. Some really awesome stuff. Gotta check it everyday though 'cause if you miss a shirt it's never sold again.
A new shirt design everyday that only lasts 24 hours. Created by fans. Some really awesome stuff. Gotta check it everyday though 'cause if you miss a shirt it's never sold again.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I met God in the forest.
"Look among the nations, and see; wonder and be astounded. For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told." (Habakkuk 1:5)
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Paranoid Recluse
Sometimes I think I want to live alone in a shack in the mountains for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I think I already do…
Sometimes I think I already do…
Monday, July 11, 2011
Question Mark for good measure.
I started a tumblr?
I don't know how I feel about that?
I will still be using blogger...
I don't know how I feel about tumblr.
Did I already say that?
Anyway.
http://clockrockergreen.tumblr.com/
I don't know how I feel about that?
I will still be using blogger...
I don't know how I feel about tumblr.
Did I already say that?
Anyway.
http://clockrockergreen.tumblr.com/
Friday, July 8, 2011
"Challenge Everything"
No matter how tempting it is I will never stop thinking for myself. It is so simple to accept immediately what is fed to us by public opinion, media, friends, teachers, family members...and so on and so forth. But we must never accept anything too readily without first testing its truthfulness and merit personally.
I agree with Electronic Arts Games' (EA Games) slogan:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPYkOMj-3iI
I agree with Electronic Arts Games' (EA Games) slogan:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPYkOMj-3iI
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Parkalypse
I don't have a lot of time just now to update, but a friend shared this on facebook and I thought I'd pass the link along. Some very interesting photos of an abandoned 6 flags theme park in New Orleans, abandoned in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
http://www.lovethesepics.com/2011/05/creepy-crusty-crumbling-illegal-tour-of-abandoned-six-flags-new-orleans-75-pics/
http://www.lovethesepics.com/2011/05/creepy-crusty-crumbling-illegal-tour-of-abandoned-six-flags-new-orleans-75-pics/
Monday, July 4, 2011
Super Taco
Well, today was a good day. Things looked bleak when the rain started, but my brother Evan and I decided to make the best of it. We went to Taco Bell and then to see Super 8 in theaters.
We had a bit of a drive from Taco Bell to the theater, so we ended up leaving really early and getting to the theater about an hour ahead of time. That was also because we were thinking about going to see Cars 2, but we both decided that we really wanted to see Super 8.
To kill our extra hour we went to the Wal-Mart down the road and hung out in the gaming section for the entirety of the time. I saw these in Wal-Mart though and thought they were interesting:
I wasn't sure whether I thought these were laughable or interesting. On the one hand they looked cool just because they were all pretty colors, but on the other hand....REALLY?!! lol.
Anyway, in the game section of Wal-Mart I spent some time mooning over the 3DS and wishing I could buy it, and Evan and I browsed the game selection. But we spent most of the hour in Wal-Mart playing Mario Baseball (actually Evan played, I watched).
It was a pretty cool and fun game.
At 7:30 we finally headed back to the theater and watched the film we came there to see: Super 8.
It was brilliant. I really, really enjoyed it. One of the best written movies, and most compelling I've seen in a while. Not since Tangled have I wanted to watch a movie immediately again after finishing it. The production quality was superb, and the action gave me chills. Most of the time seeing action I don't care all that much. This action had a specific purpose and a real impact.
The kids were very good too and the acting was phenomenal. I was also very pleased with the slow reveal of the movie. You don't know what's going on and it keeps you in the dark a long time so that it unfolds satisfactorily, rather than a really quick, cheap blockbuster reveal.
The writing I think is the best thing about this movie. It has all of the ear marks of a sci-fi extra-terrestrial film, but it is unpredictable, fresh, and original in the telling. In other words, it's just cliche enough and just original enough. I hope that I get to see it in theaters at least one more time...it's worth another $10. And it's one of those movies I want everyone I know to see.
We had a bit of a drive from Taco Bell to the theater, so we ended up leaving really early and getting to the theater about an hour ahead of time. That was also because we were thinking about going to see Cars 2, but we both decided that we really wanted to see Super 8.
To kill our extra hour we went to the Wal-Mart down the road and hung out in the gaming section for the entirety of the time. I saw these in Wal-Mart though and thought they were interesting:
I wasn't sure whether I thought these were laughable or interesting. On the one hand they looked cool just because they were all pretty colors, but on the other hand....REALLY?!! lol.
Anyway, in the game section of Wal-Mart I spent some time mooning over the 3DS and wishing I could buy it, and Evan and I browsed the game selection. But we spent most of the hour in Wal-Mart playing Mario Baseball (actually Evan played, I watched).
It was a pretty cool and fun game.
At 7:30 we finally headed back to the theater and watched the film we came there to see: Super 8.
It was brilliant. I really, really enjoyed it. One of the best written movies, and most compelling I've seen in a while. Not since Tangled have I wanted to watch a movie immediately again after finishing it. The production quality was superb, and the action gave me chills. Most of the time seeing action I don't care all that much. This action had a specific purpose and a real impact.
The kids were very good too and the acting was phenomenal. I was also very pleased with the slow reveal of the movie. You don't know what's going on and it keeps you in the dark a long time so that it unfolds satisfactorily, rather than a really quick, cheap blockbuster reveal.
The writing I think is the best thing about this movie. It has all of the ear marks of a sci-fi extra-terrestrial film, but it is unpredictable, fresh, and original in the telling. In other words, it's just cliche enough and just original enough. I hope that I get to see it in theaters at least one more time...it's worth another $10. And it's one of those movies I want everyone I know to see.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Lonesome
You know how you can be around people, friends even, and still feel lonely?
Yeah, that's how I'm feeling right now.
I finished "Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince" Today.
It is by far my favorite book of the series, I think. I like them all really, but I especially liked this latest installment.
I started the last book of the series but I've only gotten about a page in.
I didn't really get to start the 7th book because I actually went somewhere today. It's shocking really. I mean, the rate at which I go out and see people is not very regular or often.
Perhaps this is why I'm lonely...but, no, it's more than that.
I think the Harry Potter books have an odd paradoxical effect on me. I love them, but I am simultaneously stressed out and depressed by them at times. I think that is probably because of the sense of impending doom about them. And the adventures are very exciting and fun, but everything is overshadowed by the fact that I am not really having adventures or seeing friends myself. I am wishing my life was more exciting and less lonely and trying to live through someone else, i.e. Harry Potter.
Not trying to sound so whiny and like such a loser. But the truth is that almost all the people I want to be with most are no longer in New Jersey. And again it goes beyond that.
Yeah, that's how I'm feeling right now.
I finished "Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince" Today.
It is by far my favorite book of the series, I think. I like them all really, but I especially liked this latest installment.
I started the last book of the series but I've only gotten about a page in.
I didn't really get to start the 7th book because I actually went somewhere today. It's shocking really. I mean, the rate at which I go out and see people is not very regular or often.
Perhaps this is why I'm lonely...but, no, it's more than that.
I think the Harry Potter books have an odd paradoxical effect on me. I love them, but I am simultaneously stressed out and depressed by them at times. I think that is probably because of the sense of impending doom about them. And the adventures are very exciting and fun, but everything is overshadowed by the fact that I am not really having adventures or seeing friends myself. I am wishing my life was more exciting and less lonely and trying to live through someone else, i.e. Harry Potter.
Not trying to sound so whiny and like such a loser. But the truth is that almost all the people I want to be with most are no longer in New Jersey. And again it goes beyond that.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Brain Soup...An Invention That Needs Inventing
I think I will start updating with a little something each day. Guaranteed to make you twice as bored, now daily!
Today I got up scathingly early! Which means I barely managed to pry myself out of my complacent bed by 10:00. The bed laughed at me mockingly as I stumbled off to the bathroom, still trying to wake up.
I threw on my worst clothes and headed over to the church to do some painting on the half-pipe for the skatepark. Yes, I am back at the skatepark again this summer. Feast your eyes:
Ironically, or perhaps, completely ronically, a construction truck repainting the the road lines on the way to the church made me late.
While at the park I spent a productive couple of hours peeling paint (not an unsatisfying feeling) that was starting to deteriorate, and then re-applying a layer of primer and a couple layers of gray paint.
I really enjoy painting, and getting paint on my hands is always a satisfying feeling. It was even more fun wiping wet paint on my pants. Yes, if you haven't already realized it, I am one of the odder tools in the box.
In other news I am about half-way through the 6th Harry Potter book, "The Half-Blood Prince" and I am starting to think this may be my favorite book of the series. Things are getting good!
It seems that I am on track to finish the series before the final film comes out in theaters this month, which is my goal. The last film will be the first I've seen in theaters.
In other news, my beard is growing in nicely:
No, that isn't a rainbow-colored octopus creeping up behind me, that is my wonderful ceiling fan that I've had since I was about 10. :]
Yep, I am really advanced and forward thinking.
Cheers.
Today I got up scathingly early! Which means I barely managed to pry myself out of my complacent bed by 10:00. The bed laughed at me mockingly as I stumbled off to the bathroom, still trying to wake up.
I threw on my worst clothes and headed over to the church to do some painting on the half-pipe for the skatepark. Yes, I am back at the skatepark again this summer. Feast your eyes:
Ironically, or perhaps, completely ronically, a construction truck repainting the the road lines on the way to the church made me late.
While at the park I spent a productive couple of hours peeling paint (not an unsatisfying feeling) that was starting to deteriorate, and then re-applying a layer of primer and a couple layers of gray paint.
I really enjoy painting, and getting paint on my hands is always a satisfying feeling. It was even more fun wiping wet paint on my pants. Yes, if you haven't already realized it, I am one of the odder tools in the box.
In other news I am about half-way through the 6th Harry Potter book, "The Half-Blood Prince" and I am starting to think this may be my favorite book of the series. Things are getting good!
It seems that I am on track to finish the series before the final film comes out in theaters this month, which is my goal. The last film will be the first I've seen in theaters.
In other news, my beard is growing in nicely:
No, that isn't a rainbow-colored octopus creeping up behind me, that is my wonderful ceiling fan that I've had since I was about 10. :]
Yep, I am really advanced and forward thinking.
Cheers.
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Western Warbler
Square dividers stretched as far as the eye could see into infinitude, or at least, until they were obscured by the dark corners of the office. Norris Ninnington sat at his desk puffing on his pipe, a small gray cloud slightly obscuring his lined and concentrated features, like clouds at the mountain's apex.
The computer screen lit the various contents strewn about his desk; newspapers, files, pictures, papers, rubbish, a half full cup of coffee which had long since become devoid of all warmth or flavor. His cubicle was lined with stacks of magazines, news papers and photographs. Large maps of foreign countries in extensive detail were strewn about the stacks. Blueprints showing major structures from all of the biggest cities in over 100 countries. Maps of another kind were also spattered throughout the mess; strange and varying weather patterns from an assortment of years and places.
Mr. Ninnington's left hand, the hand that wasn't gripping his pipe with white knuckled desperation while he chugged away at it with the conviction of a hyperactive vacuum cleaner, held loosely to the corner of a single paper lying on his knee. It was titled The Daily Eagle, and the headline underneath this read, "Tyrannical Tornados in Shanghai" followed by a picture of an entire office building, not unlike the one in which Mr. Ninnington now sat, being engulfed ravenously by a massive twister.
On his desk another paper titled The Western Warbler bore a headline reading, "Brazilian Monsoons Create New Landscapes!" Over his computer keyboard another paper displayed the headline, "Earthquakes Leave Humongous Holes In Paris!" And upon his computer screen, yet another article headline read, "Weird Weather: To Hit Denver Next!"
The paper held carelessly in his left hand finally dropped to the floor, and Mr. Ninnington came to with a start. He ran his left hand through his wispy white hair absently, and removed his right hand from his pipe to look at his watch. Half past four. There was something about the time that made his right earlobe itch, something that needed remembering. But he was too lost in thought now, too numb from the length of time spent in one place, too apathetic about everything he knew would be coming in the next four hours to care about one little thing he was forgetting. Nothing would matter by then anyway. He would be gone, just like everyone else, becoming just another sensational headline to join the rows and stacks around his cubicle, which, incidentally, wouldn't exist anymore either.
He was starting to drift away into puffing thoughtlessness again, when a loud bang from the opposing cubicle knocked him out of his chair. A six-foot tower of papers, blueprints, and magazines came cascading on top of him as he grunted in surprise. And just as he was looking up to see what it was that had startled him, there was a brilliant flash of white light, and Mr. Ninnington knew no more.
The computer screen lit the various contents strewn about his desk; newspapers, files, pictures, papers, rubbish, a half full cup of coffee which had long since become devoid of all warmth or flavor. His cubicle was lined with stacks of magazines, news papers and photographs. Large maps of foreign countries in extensive detail were strewn about the stacks. Blueprints showing major structures from all of the biggest cities in over 100 countries. Maps of another kind were also spattered throughout the mess; strange and varying weather patterns from an assortment of years and places.
Mr. Ninnington's left hand, the hand that wasn't gripping his pipe with white knuckled desperation while he chugged away at it with the conviction of a hyperactive vacuum cleaner, held loosely to the corner of a single paper lying on his knee. It was titled The Daily Eagle, and the headline underneath this read, "Tyrannical Tornados in Shanghai" followed by a picture of an entire office building, not unlike the one in which Mr. Ninnington now sat, being engulfed ravenously by a massive twister.
On his desk another paper titled The Western Warbler bore a headline reading, "Brazilian Monsoons Create New Landscapes!" Over his computer keyboard another paper displayed the headline, "Earthquakes Leave Humongous Holes In Paris!" And upon his computer screen, yet another article headline read, "Weird Weather: To Hit Denver Next!"
The paper held carelessly in his left hand finally dropped to the floor, and Mr. Ninnington came to with a start. He ran his left hand through his wispy white hair absently, and removed his right hand from his pipe to look at his watch. Half past four. There was something about the time that made his right earlobe itch, something that needed remembering. But he was too lost in thought now, too numb from the length of time spent in one place, too apathetic about everything he knew would be coming in the next four hours to care about one little thing he was forgetting. Nothing would matter by then anyway. He would be gone, just like everyone else, becoming just another sensational headline to join the rows and stacks around his cubicle, which, incidentally, wouldn't exist anymore either.
He was starting to drift away into puffing thoughtlessness again, when a loud bang from the opposing cubicle knocked him out of his chair. A six-foot tower of papers, blueprints, and magazines came cascading on top of him as he grunted in surprise. And just as he was looking up to see what it was that had startled him, there was a brilliant flash of white light, and Mr. Ninnington knew no more.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sermon 44- Original Sin (John Wesley)
This is a quote from one of John Wesley's sermons that I thought was most insightful:
"And so is "the desire of the eye;" the desire of the pleasures of the imagination. These arise either from great, or beautiful, or uncommon objects; -- if the two former do not coincide with the latter; for perhaps it would appear, upon a diligent inquiry, that neither grand nor beautiful objects please any longer than they are new; that when the novelty of them is over, the greatest part, at least, of the pleasure they give is over; and in the same proportion as they become familiar, they become flat and insipid. But let us experience this ever so often, the same desire will remain still. The inbred thirst continues fixed in the soul; nay, the more it is indulged, the more it increases, and incites us to follow after another, and yet another object; although we leave every one with an abortive hope, and a deluded expectation."
"And so is "the desire of the eye;" the desire of the pleasures of the imagination. These arise either from great, or beautiful, or uncommon objects; -- if the two former do not coincide with the latter; for perhaps it would appear, upon a diligent inquiry, that neither grand nor beautiful objects please any longer than they are new; that when the novelty of them is over, the greatest part, at least, of the pleasure they give is over; and in the same proportion as they become familiar, they become flat and insipid. But let us experience this ever so often, the same desire will remain still. The inbred thirst continues fixed in the soul; nay, the more it is indulged, the more it increases, and incites us to follow after another, and yet another object; although we leave every one with an abortive hope, and a deluded expectation."
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The Sun Sets Over Schuylkill County
Twas another grand visit to the mysterious and magical land of Pennsylvania. Not only were elaborate escapades experienced, new friends were made as well.
I joined my friend David as the sun was setting over Schuylkill county in Pennsylvania, and we caught each other up on the latest news. We continued our conversation and set out to grab some soda from the local gas station, listening to the new Owl City CD along the way. When we got back to David's we had some food and drank our soda while watching "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire," which I had never seen, and thus brought with me in case David was keen to watch it. He loves the series as much as I do, so we watched it right away, and after it was finished fell asleep watching the second movie, "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets".
The next day we had some breakfast David made for us, and then set out for some fun with his friend Chris, playing a game he made up. The goal was to find as many coins on the streets as we could. Once we hit a dollar from the change we would get a lottery ticket for a dollar. The rule was that we can never use our own money, it has to be coins that we find, that way we never really lose any money on it, and the success is really in finding the change to buy the ticket.
We stopped for gas, and then lunch at Taco Bell, with no success at finding any change. We were surprised we hadn't hit a dollar yet because we only needed five cents. Undaunted we went to Cabella's for a brief look at their gun selection, and a more avid look at their parking lot, before leaving, still short five cents.
We headed back to David's area, planning to check the local car wash. Once there we found an entire quarter. We'd reached the dollar! Without dawdling, and amid whoops of joy, we headed straight to the gas station...and proceeded to lose on our lotto ticket.
After that we decided we still needed some excitement, so we met up with Chris's brother Keith and went geocaching. We wandered around in three locations enjoying an interesting hike along some cool looking rivers, train tracks, and a couple of bridges in the process.
Upon leaving the third location unsuccessful, we were tired and hungry and decided to head back to Chris and Keith's house. There we made a campfire and cooked some hot dogs for dinner, talking until it got dark. At that point it was time for me to make the trek home. We shook hands all around, and plans were made for later endeavors in the hills and forests of PA, before I drove off, certain we would meet again soon.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
"Here Comes Inspiration!"
I've decided I'm going to start updating this blog with not only my own thoughts and stories, but also with anything I find that inspires me. In this way I will keep track of the things I find that inspire me, and I will hopefully be able to help others find the same inspiring things.
With that in mind, here is my first inspirational thing that I will put up:
This is a clip from an amazing film called In The Mood For Love
It is a Chinese film from Hong Kong, directed, written and produced by Wong Kar-wai who is one of the most influential and highly acclaimed directors in China.
I find this film and this clip with the music very inspiring, and maybe you will too.
The link (unfortunately you'll have to copy and paste. I don't know how to put a video into the blog post. Will find out soon):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjcTPRkAfL0&feature=related
The music is actually not original to the movie. The piece played here is called "Yumeji's Theme" and was originally composed for the film Yumeji by Seijun Suzuki. Interestingly enough, as the name denotes, Suzuki is a Japanese director. So this is a Chinese film with at least one piece of music from a Japanese director. To me this is surprising considering the relationship China and Japan have traditionally held throughout history.
Just a bit of interesting info.
Hope you like the clip on youtube!
With that in mind, here is my first inspirational thing that I will put up:
This is a clip from an amazing film called In The Mood For Love
It is a Chinese film from Hong Kong, directed, written and produced by Wong Kar-wai who is one of the most influential and highly acclaimed directors in China.
I find this film and this clip with the music very inspiring, and maybe you will too.
The link (unfortunately you'll have to copy and paste. I don't know how to put a video into the blog post. Will find out soon):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjcTPRkAfL0&feature=related
The music is actually not original to the movie. The piece played here is called "Yumeji's Theme" and was originally composed for the film Yumeji by Seijun Suzuki. Interestingly enough, as the name denotes, Suzuki is a Japanese director. So this is a Chinese film with at least one piece of music from a Japanese director. To me this is surprising considering the relationship China and Japan have traditionally held throughout history.
Just a bit of interesting info.
Hope you like the clip on youtube!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
How Doth The Little Crocodile
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
-Lewis Carroll
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
-Lewis Carroll
Mourning the Lost
Just don't suck up the carpet! That's been the death of many a valiant vacuum cleaner. :'(
They were my friends.
They were my friends.
Monday, February 14, 2011
1888
Twas a dark, dark night;
Lament the double event!
Did none cry for them?
DISCLAIMER:
I hope that this doesn't offend anyone or sicken them. The article attatched is true, but dark and a bit vulgar. I found it interesting and was inspired to write this, but I would caution those who are faint of heart about violence mentioned in the article. It talkes about true murders that took place in 1888 and I wanted to give you warning before you read the article. It is a wikipedia article so it is purely facts and doesn't go into gruesome detail.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitechapel_murders
Lament the double event!
Did none cry for them?
DISCLAIMER:
I hope that this doesn't offend anyone or sicken them. The article attatched is true, but dark and a bit vulgar. I found it interesting and was inspired to write this, but I would caution those who are faint of heart about violence mentioned in the article. It talkes about true murders that took place in 1888 and I wanted to give you warning before you read the article. It is a wikipedia article so it is purely facts and doesn't go into gruesome detail.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitechapel_murders
Friday, February 4, 2011
Batman
Batman is the Ultimate Hero
Batman is the best hero, clearly, because he does what's right all the time. He knows what is right and he fights for it, regardless of popular opinion or bias. He would rather be seen as the bad guy than not do what’s right. He doesn’t care about being liked or popular. He just knows what’s right and does it.
Another reason Batman is the ultimate hero is because he has the best villains. The bad guys he fights are queer, crazy, powerful, ingenious, inventive, diverse, and unexpected. Batman is only one man, but he outsmarts and outplays all of them. He proves time after time that he is the smartest, defeating enemies even when he is way outmatched. Where other heroes have villains that are unintelligent, unrealistic and just plain silly, Batman faces real people that are powerful, both politically and physically, villains that are incredibly smart, and villains that are extremely resourceful.
These villains push Bats to his limits every time. But The Dark Knight is extremely intelligent and resourceful himself. He is a detective, seeking out the truth systematically until he knows it.
Batman is also just. Again, whether something is popular or not, Batman will do what’s right no matter what. He knows that justice is blind and that their is one right thing. He fights for an objective truth and doesn’t ever give up until justice is served.
Knowing all this, I must ask one question. Why isn’t their anyone who fights as relentlessly for truth and justice in real life? Why isn’t anyone man enough to do what’s right in real life? (That’s two questions but they embody the same idea).
I guess Batman truly is a Superhero...and there aren’t any of those in real life.
As for me, I want to fight as hard as Batman does for truth and justice. And I will do it even more nobly than he, since I do it for a higher calling. The justice and truth that I fight for is Christ’s truth and justice! And I will fight for a third thing that Batman doesn’t necessarily know, and that’s love. I will love as unbiasedly and relentlessly as Batman fights for justice, regardless of popular opinion and appearances.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Just a Day Like Any Other
Reflections upon the little interactions of the day.
Morning Work:
On my way to my first shift of my new job today, I walked towards the campus library with my friends Stephen and Becca. The three of us walked in a row. Stephen told me I had shared some good insight in class about the history of Mass Media Effects. We had reflected in class about the inability for us to predict how media will effect people 100% accurately. We talked about the "War of The Worlds" broadcast on October 30, 1938, and some consequential studies.
As we walked to the library I told Stephen and Becca that I worked there now and they told me they also worked down in the basement of the library. Stephen said, "They've got all of us!" (or something like that).
When we reached the bottom of the stairs the three of us split off in different directions, all off to our jobs like busy little ant workers.
Chapel:
Today in chapel Dr. Gray, the president of the University was speaking. As soon as I remembered that she was speaking my immediate reaction was, "Oh no! I should have used my first skip today. This is going to be a hard chapel to get through."
Dr. Gray has a record of being a very sweet woman, but a very dull speaker. However today when she pulled out Kindle, then ipod, then ipad, then wires upon wires out of her bag, she had us all laughing (everyone that had actually come--there were a lot of empty seats today). The sermon she gave was brilliant!
What struck me at one point though, was the sudden presence of mind I had about where I was. I had been here before in a recent conflict. I looked around me, really looking at my surroundings, really taking it in. This was the chair I was sitting in, the coat I was leaning back against, the people sitting around me, the rows of chairs, the balconies, the stage, the pipes of the organ on the wall, Dr. Gray at the podium, and last of all the stained glass skylight windows in the ceiling.
It seemed just yesterday that I had fought a dragon here. How strange it was to be sitting here again, between the J and I rows in the senior section, serenely watching the president as she delivered her message to us. I soaked the moment up like a sponge, and then forgot about it all a moment later.
Afternoon Work:
I went to work again and spent a strenuous amount of time designing my google calendar with all sorts of colorful boxes to stretch out the time of sitting there, while I struggled to stay awake.
Philosophy Class:
I wearily came into the class that I knew would be hard to stay awake in on a good day. I immediately took out my drawing notebook and promptly started drawing a griffin on the page. As the class progressed and I became more and more desperate to make the time go by and to stay awake, I filled the page up frantically with sketch after sketch, filling in random phrases as I went, I liked the page as a whole as a stand alone art piece. At the end I was proud of something that appeared rather mediocre if I was honest with myself.
After Classes:
I fell heavily into a long nap.
Noteworthy moments of the day have officially run out.
End Transmission
Morning Work:
On my way to my first shift of my new job today, I walked towards the campus library with my friends Stephen and Becca. The three of us walked in a row. Stephen told me I had shared some good insight in class about the history of Mass Media Effects. We had reflected in class about the inability for us to predict how media will effect people 100% accurately. We talked about the "War of The Worlds" broadcast on October 30, 1938, and some consequential studies.
As we walked to the library I told Stephen and Becca that I worked there now and they told me they also worked down in the basement of the library. Stephen said, "They've got all of us!" (or something like that).
When we reached the bottom of the stairs the three of us split off in different directions, all off to our jobs like busy little ant workers.
Chapel:
Today in chapel Dr. Gray, the president of the University was speaking. As soon as I remembered that she was speaking my immediate reaction was, "Oh no! I should have used my first skip today. This is going to be a hard chapel to get through."
Dr. Gray has a record of being a very sweet woman, but a very dull speaker. However today when she pulled out Kindle, then ipod, then ipad, then wires upon wires out of her bag, she had us all laughing (everyone that had actually come--there were a lot of empty seats today). The sermon she gave was brilliant!
What struck me at one point though, was the sudden presence of mind I had about where I was. I had been here before in a recent conflict. I looked around me, really looking at my surroundings, really taking it in. This was the chair I was sitting in, the coat I was leaning back against, the people sitting around me, the rows of chairs, the balconies, the stage, the pipes of the organ on the wall, Dr. Gray at the podium, and last of all the stained glass skylight windows in the ceiling.
It seemed just yesterday that I had fought a dragon here. How strange it was to be sitting here again, between the J and I rows in the senior section, serenely watching the president as she delivered her message to us. I soaked the moment up like a sponge, and then forgot about it all a moment later.
Afternoon Work:
I went to work again and spent a strenuous amount of time designing my google calendar with all sorts of colorful boxes to stretch out the time of sitting there, while I struggled to stay awake.
Philosophy Class:
I wearily came into the class that I knew would be hard to stay awake in on a good day. I immediately took out my drawing notebook and promptly started drawing a griffin on the page. As the class progressed and I became more and more desperate to make the time go by and to stay awake, I filled the page up frantically with sketch after sketch, filling in random phrases as I went, I liked the page as a whole as a stand alone art piece. At the end I was proud of something that appeared rather mediocre if I was honest with myself.
After Classes:
I fell heavily into a long nap.
Noteworthy moments of the day have officially run out.
End Transmission
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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