A week later and I have no idea where the time went. Indeed, it was a quick week. There were pro's and con's to this week for sure. Such a con would be that I made it to the gym only once this week, and I could feel my body missing the tre-weekly treadmill run. That was too bad, but tomorrow I'll push it hard. A pro, however, is that springball has started up again, so I suppose playing basketball twice this week might have caught the slack for the lack of gym action. Another pro is that I got all my assignments in on time. That's nice. In general, I'll give this week eleven mushrooms out of fourteen. A good week indeed. The best part is that I'm feeling quite motivated right now. The upcoming week looks doable, but not only that, but I'm excited to do the work. Definitely makes the week more enjoyable for sure. Only five more weeks until I'm out in England having a jolly good time with my sweet.
The people who I'm living with this summer want to spend money on making a garden bed for the house. This makes me very excited. Although I won't be working at the garden centre, I'll still have a little taste of that glorious place right in my front yard. I'm actually quite tempted to make a planter. Anyways, that might be for another time. I also like sports, beer, and explosions, just in case you were wondering if I was a guy. Well, not explosions so much.
I like the sky. It's pretty. I think I'll leave you with that.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Happy March
March is a good month. There's a few birthdays in March, there's a few holidays in March, there's a few snow falls in March, and there's a few sunny days in March. There's also a few midterms, papers, assignments, presentations and formal lab write ups in March. Still, overall, March is still a good month. It's snowing today. It also snowed on Wednesday, allowing me to not go to class and to study for a midterm. I was thankful for that. I was also thankful that Rebecca made it home safe from Rome. Rome sounded fun.
In the midst of all the business, its still nice to relax. Believe it or not, I enjoy shoveling the driveway. I love the type of work that I can see results. If I feel like I'm not doing much, I simply need to look behind me and see all the snow that's been shoveled so far. That's harder to do with school. You can do a lot, but not see anything for a while, until you get assignments back. But that's still not the same. I shoveled the driveway already today, and it's still snowing. That makes me somewhat happy. I think that means I'll go back out tonight and shovel it again.
April is also a good month. It's usually sunny and warm, and I don't have many labs or assignments. I have some final exams, but I like those. That's my favourite time of the year. However, in April I will also be seeing my sweetheart in England. That makes me happy. It's only 6 weeks away, which also makes me happy.
I'm a guy that likes to schedule thing. I might have taken this from my mother, as she is quite organized as well. I have times when I go to sleep, wake up, do work, and relax. The schedule is not set in stone, but it is well followed. I suppose that's why I keep a to-do list. I like to be able to cross off things so it feels like I'm productive. I suppose that's one of the perks of university.
I'm tired right now. I'm tired of school, tired of the looming work needing to be done, I'm tired of waking up early to do work, and staying up late to see it finished. I would like April to come quick. But that's what always happens when you're busy. Time flies. Like a dragonfly, or a horsefly, or a bird. All those things can fly.
In the midst of all the business, its still nice to relax. Believe it or not, I enjoy shoveling the driveway. I love the type of work that I can see results. If I feel like I'm not doing much, I simply need to look behind me and see all the snow that's been shoveled so far. That's harder to do with school. You can do a lot, but not see anything for a while, until you get assignments back. But that's still not the same. I shoveled the driveway already today, and it's still snowing. That makes me somewhat happy. I think that means I'll go back out tonight and shovel it again.
April is also a good month. It's usually sunny and warm, and I don't have many labs or assignments. I have some final exams, but I like those. That's my favourite time of the year. However, in April I will also be seeing my sweetheart in England. That makes me happy. It's only 6 weeks away, which also makes me happy.
I'm a guy that likes to schedule thing. I might have taken this from my mother, as she is quite organized as well. I have times when I go to sleep, wake up, do work, and relax. The schedule is not set in stone, but it is well followed. I suppose that's why I keep a to-do list. I like to be able to cross off things so it feels like I'm productive. I suppose that's one of the perks of university.
I'm tired right now. I'm tired of school, tired of the looming work needing to be done, I'm tired of waking up early to do work, and staying up late to see it finished. I would like April to come quick. But that's what always happens when you're busy. Time flies. Like a dragonfly, or a horsefly, or a bird. All those things can fly.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Penguins and Bunnies
I never really know how to feel coming out of a Physics midterm. Half the time I feel like I bombed it and end up doing alright, the other half I feel like a nailed it but then discover a "see me" on the top of my page. And no, I've never had a "see me" at the top of my paper, because I don't think profs are allowed to do that. At least, I know it would make me feel uncomfortable. Whatever the case, struggling to do integrals for an hour has put me in a melancholy mood, so I will now share with you five things that I would do if I had magical powers. Please note, I do not actually have magical powers.
1) I would take all the cutest animals (no baby animals, because they're naturally cute), such as the penguin, the bunny rabbit, and the garner snake. Then I would sew them together with magical threads into a super cute animal. I will then sell these creations and proceed to donate the earned money to the animal shelters, where I got my humble beginnings.
2) I would fly. Now, I'm not talking about the "I'm Superman and somehow I am able to lift my body off the ground" type of flying. No, I'm talking about, "I have jetpacks/leathery dragon wings/ some sort of helicopter propellers attached to my elbows" type of flying. This would make commutes easier.
3) I would be able to breathe fire. This, however, would not be a discomfort. Instead, I imagine that it would be like a gentle massage in my esophagus. What would I do with the fiery ability? I would either be a street performer, a "stove less" chef, or a children’s story teller. Most of the stories I would tell would be about fire breathing dragons, of course.
4) I would be able to enchant an instrument (most likely a recorder or an accordion) and by simply playing it cause everyone around me to burst into dance. With this ability, an weekend would look like this.
Friday
7:00 pm - Head over to the ACC and get all the fans to start grooving in their seats. 10,000+ people dancing? You wont get that at any club that I've ever been to.*
10:00 pm- Head home because I was tired of all the dancing. Please note that I am not exempt from the dancing either. If I hear that music, I must dance.
Saturday
Sleep all day.
Sunday
9:30 am - Go to church, but afterwards in the fellowship hall, bust out the music and watch the people of all ages "get down."
12:00 pm - Fly back to BC with my dragon wings and have soup at my home.
3:00 pm - Fly back to Ontario, then sleep for the rest of the day, due to being tired from the post-morning service dancing, as well as two cross Canada flights.
* Please note that I have been to one club, in which the dancing was sub par.
5) I would be able to control the weather. One of my most favorite things is the look of untouched snow, so I would delicately bring clouds to snow on specific areas that have been disturb or lack snow completely. Also note that I would not make very many snow days due to this ability, though I would consider it.
I do not have magical powers.
Good day.
1) I would take all the cutest animals (no baby animals, because they're naturally cute), such as the penguin, the bunny rabbit, and the garner snake. Then I would sew them together with magical threads into a super cute animal. I will then sell these creations and proceed to donate the earned money to the animal shelters, where I got my humble beginnings.
2) I would fly. Now, I'm not talking about the "I'm Superman and somehow I am able to lift my body off the ground" type of flying. No, I'm talking about, "I have jetpacks/leathery dragon wings/ some sort of helicopter propellers attached to my elbows" type of flying. This would make commutes easier.
3) I would be able to breathe fire. This, however, would not be a discomfort. Instead, I imagine that it would be like a gentle massage in my esophagus. What would I do with the fiery ability? I would either be a street performer, a "stove less" chef, or a children’s story teller. Most of the stories I would tell would be about fire breathing dragons, of course.
4) I would be able to enchant an instrument (most likely a recorder or an accordion) and by simply playing it cause everyone around me to burst into dance. With this ability, an weekend would look like this.
Friday
7:00 pm - Head over to the ACC and get all the fans to start grooving in their seats. 10,000+ people dancing? You wont get that at any club that I've ever been to.*
10:00 pm- Head home because I was tired of all the dancing. Please note that I am not exempt from the dancing either. If I hear that music, I must dance.
Saturday
Sleep all day.
Sunday
9:30 am - Go to church, but afterwards in the fellowship hall, bust out the music and watch the people of all ages "get down."
12:00 pm - Fly back to BC with my dragon wings and have soup at my home.
3:00 pm - Fly back to Ontario, then sleep for the rest of the day, due to being tired from the post-morning service dancing, as well as two cross Canada flights.
* Please note that I have been to one club, in which the dancing was sub par.
5) I would be able to control the weather. One of my most favorite things is the look of untouched snow, so I would delicately bring clouds to snow on specific areas that have been disturb or lack snow completely. Also note that I would not make very many snow days due to this ability, though I would consider it.
I do not have magical powers.
Good day.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
I was Tagged, So suck it up
Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. (No cheating!)
Find Page 123.
Find the first 5 sentences.
Post the next 3 sentences.
Tag 5 people. Unless you only want to tag 3. I'll tag 0.
When sodium ions do lead into the neuron, they are immediately escorted out again my the action of a sodium-potassium pump, a protien molecule imbedded in the cell membrane (see Figure 4-10C). A membrane's many thousands of pumps continually exchange three intracellular sodium ions for two potassium ions. The potassium ions are free to leave the cell through open potassium channels, but closed sodium channels slow the reentry of the sodium ions. ~ An Introduction to Brain and Behaviour - Bryan Kolb and Ian Whishaw
Find Page 123.
Find the first 5 sentences.
Post the next 3 sentences.
Tag 5 people. Unless you only want to tag 3. I'll tag 0.
When sodium ions do lead into the neuron, they are immediately escorted out again my the action of a sodium-potassium pump, a protien molecule imbedded in the cell membrane (see Figure 4-10C). A membrane's many thousands of pumps continually exchange three intracellular sodium ions for two potassium ions. The potassium ions are free to leave the cell through open potassium channels, but closed sodium channels slow the reentry of the sodium ions. ~ An Introduction to Brain and Behaviour - Bryan Kolb and Ian Whishaw
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
When The Birds Fly Into Windows
So, it appears that these posts are a lot like birds flying into windows; they are fairly rare, but when it happens, people smile. I suppose they smile, that is if you aren't a fan of birds. I, myself, am, so I guess this blog isn't much like birds flying into windows, so thus, omit that first sentence.
These past few weeks have gone by fairly quickly, and I am now currently in my second week of tameness. Despite the four labs in my weekly schedule, I have now had two weeks of slackness. That's not to say that I'm not attending my 27 hours of class a week, but instead, after class, there is little to do.
I'm grateful for two main facts. 1) That there wasn't a scale (or at least I didn't weigh myself) at my parent home over Christmas, and 2) That there isn't a scale at my house. The only scale that I have access to at the moment is the scale at the athletic centre. The great thing about this scale, however, is that it measures in kilograms. Having no idea what I weighed in kilograms previous to Christmas, weighing 92.5 kg now has no large affect on my moral. On the contrary, saying "I weight 92.5 kg" sounds a lot better than "I weight 195 lbs." For the record, pounds is a measure of force due to gravity, and kilograms is simply a unit of mass, so it's tough to compare them anyways. So, whether or not having some pairs of pant fit quite snugly to the extent where the top button usually isn't done up doesn't get me down, for I only weight 92.5 kg.
Now, let's hope that it gets cold again so that ice hockey may be played.
These past few weeks have gone by fairly quickly, and I am now currently in my second week of tameness. Despite the four labs in my weekly schedule, I have now had two weeks of slackness. That's not to say that I'm not attending my 27 hours of class a week, but instead, after class, there is little to do.
I'm grateful for two main facts. 1) That there wasn't a scale (or at least I didn't weigh myself) at my parent home over Christmas, and 2) That there isn't a scale at my house. The only scale that I have access to at the moment is the scale at the athletic centre. The great thing about this scale, however, is that it measures in kilograms. Having no idea what I weighed in kilograms previous to Christmas, weighing 92.5 kg now has no large affect on my moral. On the contrary, saying "I weight 92.5 kg" sounds a lot better than "I weight 195 lbs." For the record, pounds is a measure of force due to gravity, and kilograms is simply a unit of mass, so it's tough to compare them anyways. So, whether or not having some pairs of pant fit quite snugly to the extent where the top button usually isn't done up doesn't get me down, for I only weight 92.5 kg.
Now, let's hope that it gets cold again so that ice hockey may be played.
Monday, January 14, 2008
The Italian Dictionary
I don't really have much to say. The only reason why I'm doing this is because of 30 minutes left to kill before my last class of the day. I go from 9am -4, then continue with a night class for another three hours. That's all there is to it, so why wouldn't you?
This is weaksauce.
Your job is to tell a funny joke that is clean. Go.
This is weaksauce.
Your job is to tell a funny joke that is clean. Go.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
What I've Come To Realize
Howdy there. It's been good for the past week and a bit and the relaxation meter is near full. It's been pleasant being back home.
There have been a few things I've noticed when I come home every year though, observations if you will. Nothing crazy profound, mind you, though interesting enough to mention. People are social creatures, and they can't get away from this. For the most part, if you look at someone who has little social interaction for quite a while (except wilderness men, though the animals are their friends) then you most likely find someone who is sad and lonely. We're designed for other people and other people for ourselves. So, if this is the case then we must interact with each other to have some sort of personal benefit. This can be carried out in a number of ways, whether it be board games, a trip to a movie, a drink with a friend, or simply hearty conversation. However, it seems like the more our culture progresses forward with communication, we loose something essentially human. Bear (rawr) with me for a second. The amount of face to face conversation and communication has gone down, replaced with texting, msn, phones and even the occational gift basket. Facebook encourages one to have many "friends" in which light, fluffy conversations can be had. However, amidst all this, it seems that a fear of being ourselves and being open with each other has developed. Our friends can simply be those who we have a drink with, or do activities and often hinder conversation. Along with this, the conversation that is often produced from such meetings can be irrelavant to any of our cognitive needs, but rather relates better to our physical needs, such as food, excersize, or housing. Throw in a few luxeries such as materialism and technology, and you can have someone who is in contact with many people but has had little true connections with people. I love technology, but it almost seems like we've lost something.
There have been a few things I've noticed when I come home every year though, observations if you will. Nothing crazy profound, mind you, though interesting enough to mention. People are social creatures, and they can't get away from this. For the most part, if you look at someone who has little social interaction for quite a while (except wilderness men, though the animals are their friends) then you most likely find someone who is sad and lonely. We're designed for other people and other people for ourselves. So, if this is the case then we must interact with each other to have some sort of personal benefit. This can be carried out in a number of ways, whether it be board games, a trip to a movie, a drink with a friend, or simply hearty conversation. However, it seems like the more our culture progresses forward with communication, we loose something essentially human. Bear (rawr) with me for a second. The amount of face to face conversation and communication has gone down, replaced with texting, msn, phones and even the occational gift basket. Facebook encourages one to have many "friends" in which light, fluffy conversations can be had. However, amidst all this, it seems that a fear of being ourselves and being open with each other has developed. Our friends can simply be those who we have a drink with, or do activities and often hinder conversation. Along with this, the conversation that is often produced from such meetings can be irrelavant to any of our cognitive needs, but rather relates better to our physical needs, such as food, excersize, or housing. Throw in a few luxeries such as materialism and technology, and you can have someone who is in contact with many people but has had little true connections with people. I love technology, but it almost seems like we've lost something.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Just Do It
Hello.
It's supposed to rain in Hamilton this week and all the snow that was accumulated will soon melt away. That's too bad. It's going to rain soon in Vancouver too, so I understand what you're going through.
The following are 4 1/2 things that make me smile.
1) Old People who aren't bitter and are generally happy. I feel like the wrinkles of an aged face, when their lips properly contort to form a concave-up slope, show the most joy.
2) Hot showers. Because of the time difference, I was up at a healthy 7:30 this morning. It was alright. I started with a shower that melted my heart, and partially burnt my skin. The only poor part of the shower was the little bit of soap left in my eye due to unsatisfactory rinsing. It stung.
3) My cat. Last Christmas we got a new black cat. Although our unlucky streak of three cats being eaten by coyotes would have encouraged most pet owners to call it quits, we decided to go for a potential four-peat. Fortunately, he's stuck around, and he's the size of a dog. He pretty much is a dog. He's not fat, but I wouldn't call him muscular either. He's just Shoot.
4) Family. It's nice to be home.
4 1/2) My dads jogging shorts. My luggage didn't make it to Vancouver, so I'm wearing my dads clothes until they ship my stuff over. This normally would have received a full mark due to the way the cotton gently tickles my legs while complimenting my muscular thighs, however, the inconvenience of not having my own pajama's lost it some marks.
See you around.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Simply Blow the Horn of Cenarius to Wake the Druids
The past week has been relaxing and I've had lots of time on my hands. In addition to hanging out with friends and having a jolly time, I also enjoyed a fair amount of time on the computer as I beat Warcraft III front to finish in 5 days. It was quite glorious, though, it had to be done. If I hadn't beat it before exam time, it would seriously mess up with my study time. Regardless of the fact, exams are here and my first one is today. I hope to kick its ass as I blaze through this week.
I'll catch you on study breaks in between.
I'll catch you on study breaks in between.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Eagle
Two more days until I'm pretty much done here. Exams are the easier part of the semester because there is no classes, labs, or assignments. My next four weeks here are going to be breezy. Not only that, but there is supposed to be a lot of snow next week. I'm very much looking forward to it. Now all I have to do is three more lab write ups and three more assignments. Glory.
I love sour cream. I could probably eat it by itself. Scratch that, I do eat it by itself. So tasty. Jordan is lactose intolerant, so he can't have sour cream. I wonder if they'll ever have sour cream flavoured ice cream.
A scary thing has happened in the past month; I haven't been able to enjoy a beer. A solution has been to have it in a tall frosted glass. It still didn't do it for me. I'm just not sure what to think anymore. Maybe I won't have a drink anymore. Qui sais? Maybe I'll follow what Joel does and have a Coors if I want a beer. At least then I wouldn't have to taste anything.
Please forgive me.
I love sour cream. I could probably eat it by itself. Scratch that, I do eat it by itself. So tasty. Jordan is lactose intolerant, so he can't have sour cream. I wonder if they'll ever have sour cream flavoured ice cream.
A scary thing has happened in the past month; I haven't been able to enjoy a beer. A solution has been to have it in a tall frosted glass. It still didn't do it for me. I'm just not sure what to think anymore. Maybe I won't have a drink anymore. Qui sais? Maybe I'll follow what Joel does and have a Coors if I want a beer. At least then I wouldn't have to taste anything.
Please forgive me.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Life. That's All It Can Be.
Alright. Big deal. My wallet is still Velcro from when I had it in Grade 8. Should I be embarrassed? Should I get a "man's wallet" and conform to the rest of the world? My wallet is colourful, patriotic and is easy to open and close. Keep your damn leather, I don't want it.
Someone asked me once if not being able to indent my paragraphs on blogger ever bugged me. I answered yes. Yes it does.
Today was the first time that I wasn't looking forward to the next semester of school. Usually by second semester you're well into the groove and second semester is gold. This year I have a freaking heavy course load and two of my favourite people out here are leaving. I'm damn homesick. Come January 6ish, I'm probably going to want to stay out west. I had that in August leading into my second year and I got over it. Maybe because I'm hormonal. Does that work for guys? Now tell me- honestly tell me- does it ever bug you that cholesterol and testosterone have a similar chemical structure? Do people with higher cholesterol ever have elevated aggression. I don't have high cholesterol, but they do say it's the silent killer. Does that mean you die quietly? I'm not sure. Our school lobster died. He has been replaced by two pathetic babies bought from Sobey's. They have their pincers closed shut by some constricting elastics. That pisses me off. Just let them pinch each other. They have claws for that, don't hold them down. They'll be dead soon anyways. The endocrinology class has that affect on them usually.
My cholesterol is fine. Estrogen and testosterone are very similar chemically as well. I wouldn't worry about my mood.
Instead of sending a half finished angry letter to my History prof, I'll spill it out here. When marking a paper, make your comments on my arguments, thoughts and conclusions. Please don't circle the three grammatical errors and leave my paper at that without a grade on it. Those are easy to comment on. I used my brain to write the paper, please use yours to mark it. And use proper punctuation and capitalization in your emails. You're a professional, don't use slang. And your teaching me knot two ewes homonyms?
There's a llama on my desk from Bolivia. Its plastic eyes pierce my soul like eyes that pierce. I'll end with a metaphor.
I am like a golf ball.
Get it? Gold.
Someone asked me once if not being able to indent my paragraphs on blogger ever bugged me. I answered yes. Yes it does.
Today was the first time that I wasn't looking forward to the next semester of school. Usually by second semester you're well into the groove and second semester is gold. This year I have a freaking heavy course load and two of my favourite people out here are leaving. I'm damn homesick. Come January 6ish, I'm probably going to want to stay out west. I had that in August leading into my second year and I got over it. Maybe because I'm hormonal. Does that work for guys? Now tell me- honestly tell me- does it ever bug you that cholesterol and testosterone have a similar chemical structure? Do people with higher cholesterol ever have elevated aggression. I don't have high cholesterol, but they do say it's the silent killer. Does that mean you die quietly? I'm not sure. Our school lobster died. He has been replaced by two pathetic babies bought from Sobey's. They have their pincers closed shut by some constricting elastics. That pisses me off. Just let them pinch each other. They have claws for that, don't hold them down. They'll be dead soon anyways. The endocrinology class has that affect on them usually.
My cholesterol is fine. Estrogen and testosterone are very similar chemically as well. I wouldn't worry about my mood.
Instead of sending a half finished angry letter to my History prof, I'll spill it out here. When marking a paper, make your comments on my arguments, thoughts and conclusions. Please don't circle the three grammatical errors and leave my paper at that without a grade on it. Those are easy to comment on. I used my brain to write the paper, please use yours to mark it. And use proper punctuation and capitalization in your emails. You're a professional, don't use slang. And your teaching me knot two ewes homonyms?
There's a llama on my desk from Bolivia. Its plastic eyes pierce my soul like eyes that pierce. I'll end with a metaphor.
I am like a golf ball.
Get it? Gold.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Of Mice, Men, and Amphibian Women
It's been an interesting week. The DK pumpkin is rotted and now delightfully sitting at the bottom of the garbage can, my habitual day to day routines have been screwed around with leaving me in a twirl of empty coke cans and dirty dishes. This also means that assignments have piled up, and the 5 day weekend which I was looking forward to now becomes one filled with work. But amidst this past week and a bit, I've realized quite a bit about myself.
1) There is no "right" time to have a coke - If you want one, go for it. Have it with your cereal or as you brush your teeth. It's like a pair of black slacks; it goes good with mostly everything.
2) I can be very productive when needed, but a wasteland otherwise. Without things in my life being lined up, I have a tendency to let cursing, spelling and cleaning get out of control. It's weird. When I need to get productive, I merely need to backtrack to the things that have been misspelled, cursed or uncleaned, do the things needed to reverse it, and I'm back in the game.
3) I enjoy doing math problems as much or more than playing video games. I would rather work on a Physics problem then play Halo. Both are fun, but one gets marked. Weird.
4) I enjoy doing math problems more than writing papers. Writing papers is terrible. Give me a lab or an assignment any day.
5) I'm the hip-hopopotomous, and my rhymes are bottomless. These are worth looking at.
1) There is no "right" time to have a coke - If you want one, go for it. Have it with your cereal or as you brush your teeth. It's like a pair of black slacks; it goes good with mostly everything.
2) I can be very productive when needed, but a wasteland otherwise. Without things in my life being lined up, I have a tendency to let cursing, spelling and cleaning get out of control. It's weird. When I need to get productive, I merely need to backtrack to the things that have been misspelled, cursed or uncleaned, do the things needed to reverse it, and I'm back in the game.
3) I enjoy doing math problems as much or more than playing video games. I would rather work on a Physics problem then play Halo. Both are fun, but one gets marked. Weird.
4) I enjoy doing math problems more than writing papers. Writing papers is terrible. Give me a lab or an assignment any day.
5) I'm the hip-hopopotomous, and my rhymes are bottomless. These are worth looking at.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Code Monkey
Code Monkey like fritos. Code Monkey like coke and mountain dew. Code Monkey very simple man, with very warm fuzzy secret heart. Code Monkey like you.
It's been a good few weeks. I had 3 middies this week, but now they're done with relative success, so I am content. To celebrate, we had a midweek party which included carving pumpkins. This is the pumking that Ree and I carved.
It's been a good few weeks. I had 3 middies this week, but now they're done with relative success, so I am content. To celebrate, we had a midweek party which included carving pumpkins. This is the pumking that Ree and I carved.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Unclean
Alright. I know the Bible is the word of God and that it is absolutely amazing. But one thing I always kind of like is when I come across a verse where sit with my jaw open just because the verse seems a bit obscure or random. Let's quickly put this into context. Leviticus is the book of the law and gives regulations to worship. There's a section starting at chapter 11 that deals with how you are clean or unclean. Fairly interesting. But then it goes into a section on becoming unclean due to skin diseases, which again, is fine. Actually, it's pretty interesting. But the last part in chapter 13 stuck out to me as kind of funny.
40 "When a man has lost his hair and is bald, he is clean. 41 If he has lost his hair from the front of his scalp and has a bald forehead, he is clean. 42 But if he has a reddish-white sore on his bald head or forehead, it is an infectious disease breaking out on his head or forehead. 43 The priest is to examine him, and if the swollen sore on his head or forehead is reddish-white like an infectious skin disease, 44 the man is diseased and is unclean. The priest shall pronounce him unclean because of the sore on his head.
45 "The person with such an infectious disease must wear torn clothes, let his hair be unkempt, cover the lower part of his face and cry out, 'Unclean! Unclean!' 46 As long as he has the infection he remains unclean. He must live alone; he must live outside the camp."
First off, nobody in the rest of the chapter with a skin disease needed to look like a hobo and act schitzo screaming out "unclean!" Secondly, the guy is already bald, why rub it in by saying "let his hair be unkempt"? Lastly, because you're bald and have a red spot on your head the next step does seems to isolate the guy. I had a good chuckle at all this.
40 "When a man has lost his hair and is bald, he is clean. 41 If he has lost his hair from the front of his scalp and has a bald forehead, he is clean. 42 But if he has a reddish-white sore on his bald head or forehead, it is an infectious disease breaking out on his head or forehead. 43 The priest is to examine him, and if the swollen sore on his head or forehead is reddish-white like an infectious skin disease, 44 the man is diseased and is unclean. The priest shall pronounce him unclean because of the sore on his head.
45 "The person with such an infectious disease must wear torn clothes, let his hair be unkempt, cover the lower part of his face and cry out, 'Unclean! Unclean!' 46 As long as he has the infection he remains unclean. He must live alone; he must live outside the camp."
First off, nobody in the rest of the chapter with a skin disease needed to look like a hobo and act schitzo screaming out "unclean!" Secondly, the guy is already bald, why rub it in by saying "let his hair be unkempt"? Lastly, because you're bald and have a red spot on your head the next step does seems to isolate the guy. I had a good chuckle at all this.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
'Lance It 'Till It Bleeds
I had to auto-lance my finger to get it to bleed so I could do a blood smear. My blood is afraid to come out. It took a while to get the amount of blood needed. I had the lance on setting 5. The other students in the class bled all over the place. It makes me feel inadequate. That is all.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Feels Like "Orange"
There has been a considerable drought on the blog stage by the college students, so thus I must give props to good ol' Danny B for stepping up and giving 'er. Great guy that Danny B, great guy. His muscles are huge.
We had a small apple tree in our backyard when we were growing up. It was planted quite a bit later than our cherry trees, which were huge and pumping out cherries by the bucket-fulls which usually ended us going on a cherry binge, followed by a visit to the bathroom due to all the cellulose ingested. But this apple tree never really grew, unfortunately. I'm pretty sure that soon after it was planted it started to produce fruit. This was exciting for me. To be able to see fruit growing at eye level was great. But this tree was always a lot smaller than I thought apple trees should be, though it was producing an unholy amount of fruit. So much fruit that it weighed down the branches, stressing them in a way that probably wasn't good for the tree. We eventually dug up the tree, and now we plant flowers there.
Sometimes I wonder how far you can take the metaphors of the Bible. "Be rooted in love." Ok, so we're some sort of horticultural specimen. I can handle that. "Don't let your shoots outgrow you roots or you'll topple over." There's some deductive reasoning based on the derivative of plant growth. Take that derivative again, and you'll get "Trying to produce a lot of fruit when you're not ready for it isn't good for you." Can we say that? Does God want us to be able to produce a lot of fruit when we're unsure of our relationship with him, or we feel like we stumble and fall day in an day out, screaming out for one day where we feel like we got a "check +" on the ol' report card for the day?
We had a speaker at our monthly campus "church" service last night. Don't get me wrong, it's a good service and I enjoy it, it's just not a "church," that's all. Anyways, this speaker got up and preached a message I was used to hearing due to my years at Victory. There was even a pseudo-alter call at the end of it. I was a tad cynical, I'll admit, though not as much as I usually would have been with this type of message. One thing that stuck out about what he said was that missions can't be something you do for your ego, but rather somthing you do because you love Jesus. Check-mate.
Would you let me take a third derivative? x'''(f)?
Apparently "guilted" isn't a real word. I'm using it anyways. Sometimes we're guilted into this thing called missions. It happens easy. Sometimes there's a need in a ministry, and the pastor calls everyone to help serve, with a convincing message which leaves you feeling inadequate unless you do something about it. That falls under the equation of "faith = works" or something like that. Yes, faith is dead without works, but not vice versa. So, we're guilted into doing some sort of service, and we produce it, but we burn out. Burning out happens. Constantly burning out shouldn't, however. I find in the past when I've been burned out, it's because of a selfish reason in the first place; my ego, my hand giving my shoulder a pat on the back. It's like I've grafted a branch full of apples onto my tree of faith that can't handle it.
One could counter argue that when you get into this type of ministry/mission/ service, that you'll grow a lot as well as produce fruit. A possibility, and usually true. Is there a balance we can muster?
We had a small apple tree in our backyard when we were growing up. It was planted quite a bit later than our cherry trees, which were huge and pumping out cherries by the bucket-fulls which usually ended us going on a cherry binge, followed by a visit to the bathroom due to all the cellulose ingested. But this apple tree never really grew, unfortunately. I'm pretty sure that soon after it was planted it started to produce fruit. This was exciting for me. To be able to see fruit growing at eye level was great. But this tree was always a lot smaller than I thought apple trees should be, though it was producing an unholy amount of fruit. So much fruit that it weighed down the branches, stressing them in a way that probably wasn't good for the tree. We eventually dug up the tree, and now we plant flowers there.
Sometimes I wonder how far you can take the metaphors of the Bible. "Be rooted in love." Ok, so we're some sort of horticultural specimen. I can handle that. "Don't let your shoots outgrow you roots or you'll topple over." There's some deductive reasoning based on the derivative of plant growth. Take that derivative again, and you'll get "Trying to produce a lot of fruit when you're not ready for it isn't good for you." Can we say that? Does God want us to be able to produce a lot of fruit when we're unsure of our relationship with him, or we feel like we stumble and fall day in an day out, screaming out for one day where we feel like we got a "check +" on the ol' report card for the day?
We had a speaker at our monthly campus "church" service last night. Don't get me wrong, it's a good service and I enjoy it, it's just not a "church," that's all. Anyways, this speaker got up and preached a message I was used to hearing due to my years at Victory. There was even a pseudo-alter call at the end of it. I was a tad cynical, I'll admit, though not as much as I usually would have been with this type of message. One thing that stuck out about what he said was that missions can't be something you do for your ego, but rather somthing you do because you love Jesus. Check-mate.
Would you let me take a third derivative? x'''(f)?
Apparently "guilted" isn't a real word. I'm using it anyways. Sometimes we're guilted into this thing called missions. It happens easy. Sometimes there's a need in a ministry, and the pastor calls everyone to help serve, with a convincing message which leaves you feeling inadequate unless you do something about it. That falls under the equation of "faith = works" or something like that. Yes, faith is dead without works, but not vice versa. So, we're guilted into doing some sort of service, and we produce it, but we burn out. Burning out happens. Constantly burning out shouldn't, however. I find in the past when I've been burned out, it's because of a selfish reason in the first place; my ego, my hand giving my shoulder a pat on the back. It's like I've grafted a branch full of apples onto my tree of faith that can't handle it.
One could counter argue that when you get into this type of ministry/mission/ service, that you'll grow a lot as well as produce fruit. A possibility, and usually true. Is there a balance we can muster?
Friday, September 14, 2007
Generally Amazed
It's been two weeks. Two weeks is seven days, twice. Two weeks is closing your eyes only to find, upon opening, that three days have gone by with you unable to recall what happened in them. Two weeks is a great time.
I am a creature of routine. I like to have things laid out, looking pretty and smelling of fresh fruit. My bed time is flexible in and around 15 minutes; the aroma of peaches. My class time is concrete and consistent; pineapple that stings the nostrils. And my hangout time is mushed in between the other two, similar to small grapes, or, a mushed banana. Yes, a mushed banana.
I was stressed a few times this past week, and that scares me a little. Yes, it is true; third year is different that second. I would go so far to say that it is harder. I would also like to take one more blind step onto the stepping stone ahead (obviously surrounded by dark sludgy water where undoubtedly a few homely looking reptiles live) and say that it will be better. Better in the way that although the work load has increased, the focus is sharper. Living off campus is a less distracted life, one filled with casual drop in at opportune times, as well as quiet houses on nights that wait in anticipation for the forthcoming busy day. It is... how do you say... nice.
I bought a plant for my room. It's a large plant. It is a Majesty Palm from WalMart. It sits behind the couch that I got for free. Sorry, it goes behind the couch, Majesty Palms can't sit.
Amongst the hype of classes and the Fall Ball, I was able to do two things that I always wanted to do last year. First of all was write an article for the school newspaper. That was grand. Second was perform at coffee house.
I hope that you're all doing well. Drop me a line if you feel motivated to do so.
Peace and love.
I am a creature of routine. I like to have things laid out, looking pretty and smelling of fresh fruit. My bed time is flexible in and around 15 minutes; the aroma of peaches. My class time is concrete and consistent; pineapple that stings the nostrils. And my hangout time is mushed in between the other two, similar to small grapes, or, a mushed banana. Yes, a mushed banana.
I was stressed a few times this past week, and that scares me a little. Yes, it is true; third year is different that second. I would go so far to say that it is harder. I would also like to take one more blind step onto the stepping stone ahead (obviously surrounded by dark sludgy water where undoubtedly a few homely looking reptiles live) and say that it will be better. Better in the way that although the work load has increased, the focus is sharper. Living off campus is a less distracted life, one filled with casual drop in at opportune times, as well as quiet houses on nights that wait in anticipation for the forthcoming busy day. It is... how do you say... nice.
I bought a plant for my room. It's a large plant. It is a Majesty Palm from WalMart. It sits behind the couch that I got for free. Sorry, it goes behind the couch, Majesty Palms can't sit.
Amongst the hype of classes and the Fall Ball, I was able to do two things that I always wanted to do last year. First of all was write an article for the school newspaper. That was grand. Second was perform at coffee house.
I hope that you're all doing well. Drop me a line if you feel motivated to do so.
Peace and love.
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